Give in.

A stray hand found its way to her chest, and Xalendra found that once she touched the sensitive bud behind her bodice, she couldn't stop. The lust took over, and her other hand fell between her legs as she sank to the floor with a moan of defeated pleasure.

Her fingers rubbed at her flesh through the soaked fabric of her stockings and the thin pink cloth on her breasts, yet the pleasure only grew, with no hint of satisfaction to be felt. Her body yearned for relief from the aching heat that ran through her quim, but as her own fingers fanned the smoldering coals, they weren't enough to make it ignite.

Xalendra panted hot breaths as she looked to Kylia writhing before her, obviously as distraught as she was. Her handmaiden's struggles to stand were confounded by the overbearing lust, turning her attempts into knock-kneed fumbling as her voice moaned desperately behind tight lips. Before she knew it Xalendra had dragged herself toward the other girl, and as she reached for the doorknob, her hand grazed Kylia's, and she felt a spark there.

She faltered in her effort to close the door, blue eyes meeting her handmaiden's in a flustered moment of mutual recognition. The door swung shut, and when Kylia grabbed her princess' wrist, there was a resonance to the touch that Xalendra felt soothed the spell flowing through her. She returned the grasp, holding the girl's stare, and almost without thought their parted lips and heated, heaving breaths met in a kiss that felt both wrong and right.

Xalendra, leaning too far into the embrace, fell upon Kylia and brought them both to the floor. The energy between them told them all they needed in its ability to sate the building lust. The princess gasped as she released the kiss for but a moment to see that understanding in Kylia's brown eyes. Her long blonde hair mingled with the tawny strands spread upon the floor as their hands roamed each-other's bodies, letting the fire within them burn away the magic's power.

As if instinctively, Xalendra moved to straddle the other girl's leg, quickly working with Kylia to position their bodies in a way that afforded them both equal purchase between their legs, their gasping mouths parting as their sex met. The soaked fabric of their underclothes was all that lay between their hot, slick pussies, the carnal energy building as they writhed against one another, voices filling the room in panting moans.

Xalendra's abandonment to her desires allowed her an explosive ignition of pleasure that sated the spell of lust as she came to a screaming orgasm atop the hips of her similarly vocal handmaiden. Throwing her head back with a cry of ecstasy, she succumbed to a shuddering deflation as the waves of pleasure subsided. Her stockings soaked all the more and body slick with sweat, the princess fell down onto the floor, panting.

She wasn't sure how long it took her to catch her breath, but when she did, she came to the worrying realization that the coals of desire still smoldered within her. The curse had not left, merely faded momentarily. Whether she could figure out a solution, she didn't know. She wondered if she should seek help with the matter...