Just Do as She Asks

Most of the guests for the wedding have already gone home. Alana was not among them. She decided to stay a little longer, hoping that something exciting would happen. Much to her joy, something has.

Alana pulls away from Camilla. "Seriously, girls, we need not be enemies in this. I can be a real good friend."

The fact that her family is a powerful family of Asturias, is the sister-in-law of the current king of Asturias and the current queen of Frankia makes Alana a powerful friend to have and a dangerous enemy to make. These are the exact thoughts coursing through Camilla's hand. Alana sees the thoughtful look on Camilla's face and know just exactly what the younger queen was thinking.

"What do you want from me, Queen Alana?" Camilla looks defiantly at her.

"Come to my quarters tonight. Come in your most exquisite gown," Alana tells Camilla, "and you come in the most humble attire you have." she tells Dorothye. "You and your cute little servant. Do that and I'll never speak a word of this to anyone."

When Camilla and Dorothye entered Alana's room, they were dressed as per Alana's instructions. "My, oh, my, someone followed my request. You two look absolutely wonderful."

"We're here now, Queen Alana. Let's get this over with."

"No, just no. This negative attitude just won't do. I want you to enjoy this. The both of you." Alana says with a seemingly genuine tone of voice. Alana takes the tiara off Camilla's head and sets it on a table. "This will just get in the way. You can take a seat if you want, my fellow Queen." Alana's hand pointed at a chair. "But as for you, my dear servant girl. I have something for you to do... to me."

Alana stood there in front of Dorothye. "My dear girl, you look good enough to eat. But I don't want your first kiss with me to be with my... upper lips." Dorothye reasonably looks alarmed and distressed as does Camilla. "On your knees, Dorothye."

Dorothye looks to Camilla for instruction. Camilla sends her a weak nod for her to do what Alana is telling her to do. So Dorothye goes down on her knees. Alana smiles oh-so sinister, "Good girl. Now then..." Alana takes a short step back and lifts the skirt of her black and red dress.

Dorothye has an up-close and personal view of Alana's woman's slash. She has never seen anything like it before. It is a beautiful pink groove, clean, free of hair and smooth. Dorothye could smell its scent. Alana smirked at the attention Dorothye was giving her snatch. "Kiss me." Alana softly orders.

Dorothye pulls her eyes away from Alana's pussy and to the Queen's eyes. "What?" She asks incredulous.

"You heard me, girl." Alana raises her eyebrows, "Kiss me. Those lips down there, you know. They want to be kissed."

"But... but... but..."

"Say it!" Alana half-whispers half-hisses.

"Good Queen, I am not attracted to women." Dorothye sputters.

Alana reaches down and takes Dorothye's chin tenderly, "Oh my dear girl, if you want your little secret to remain secret, you will be. Now kiss me." Dorothye looks to Camilla and nods to her. Dorothye had made up her mind.

Dorothye has seen a lot since she met the king, the father of the baby growing inside her. He was like other nobles. He was ambitious, self-serving and power-hungry in his own way. But he was also kind, gentle and understanding. He looked passed her Lady Camilla's outer appearance and saw her inner beauty. He made Camilla really happy. He has made Dorothye really happy and she was happy to be carrying his child.

For her mistress and sister, for her king and lover and for her future child who will one day become king, she would kiss the womanhood of Queen Alana.

"Don't look so distressed," Dorothye looks up to see the elated face of Alana, "I've been told I'm quite tasty." Alana widened the gap of her thighs to give Dorothye more space.

Dorothye closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Puckering up, Dorothye's bright pink lips made contact the aroused red lips of Alana. "Get into it, girl. If you don't get me off, you're secret spills."

"Yes, your highness." Dorothye kisses starts to increase in zeal. Soon she begins to suck on the older woman's lips. Dorothye used her tongue and it slithered all over the Queen's womanhood. She pushed her tongue in and wriggled it up and around.

"Uh!" went Alana as she cups her still clothed breast. "You're doing it right."

"Your highness," Dorothye doesn't stop her tongue's work, "you taste a little like lemons." Alana smiles while letting out a breath. "I eat a lot of lemons, girl." Alana giggles. The Frank Queen from Iberia moans even more.

"Oh! Uh! Camilla!" Alana gasps from pleasure, "come here, dear girl! Oh God! Come here and see what your servant is doing, uh, to me! Oh!" When after a moment passed and Camilla didn't budge from her spot, Alana addresses her again and this time, more forcefully. "Camilla, if you want your maid's bastard to be the next king, you will come here and see! NOW!" That was quickly followed by a thrilled moan.

Camilla obeys. When she stands next to Alana, the older queen orders her to kneel down and focus on what her friend was doing to her. Camilla watches how Dorothye laps away at the older woman's lips. Dorothye has her eyes closed but to Camilla, she seems to be enjoying it. Did Alana truly did taste like lemons? A few drops of fluid trails from her chin down her neck. Camilla grows curious. Was the fluid just Dorothye's saliva or was it mixed with Alana's vaginal fluids?

"Oh God! I'm close! I'm so close!" Alana's breathing increases. Dorothye sweeps her tongue across and inside her folds but when she sucks in Alana's clit, that brings her over the edge. "Open your eyes, Dorothye. I want you see this coming. I want you to see me cumming. You too, Camilla. Oh fuck!" Alana's hips shake, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Alana's hips shake, her thighs quiver. "FUCK!" She clamps Dorothye's head with her hand and keeps it in place when a burst of fluid erupted from Alana's pussy, completely drenching Dorothye's face.

Camilla's mouth was wide agape. "Goodness, that was..."

"Amazing..." Alana pants hard with a pleased expression on her face. She gazes down at the wet face of Dorothye. "You're pretty good for a pussy virgin."

Camilla saw Dorothye's lust filled face, "Dorothye, are you all right?" Dorothye smiles at Camilla. "You should try it. Lemons... she tastes like lemons." She licks the wetness around her mouth.

Alana strips off her dress and lies down on her bed. She spreads open her thighs and rubs her snatch. "Come on, Camilla." She beckons for the younger queen to come over. "You'll love it just as much as your servant girl there." Camilla looks to Dorothye who eagerly nods her head.

Camilla sets herself between Alana's thighs. Looking straight and serious at Alana's beautiful hazel eyes, Camilla reminds her, "For our secret."

Alana smirks cunningly, "If you say so." Camilla lowered herself between Alana's thighs and got to work. She flicks her tongue out and gets to licking.