Leave, and has lesbian sex.

Nathalie left the tent.

It started to rain, and Nathalie felt the raindrops run down her face. She didnt care any more, and started to sob. The queen's cressendo haunted her, a true woman making love as a equal, not a pliant victim. Someone Aloric could love, and be loved in turn.

She arrived in her own tent soaked. Her page, Sophie, the beautiful daughter of Sir Serge, was shocked to find Nathalie in that state, but one look in her eyes told her all that she needed to know. Without a word, she helped Nathalie out of her dretched clothes and on to a warm bath; and without a word she held her tight when unavoidably the tears returned.

"Do you feel better now?" Sophie didnt manage to get words, but a response was welcome. She spoke soothing words, and encouraging praise. Every women in her unit loved their courageous leader, and would gladly do whatever it took for her. Sophie more than most, but she though her feelings an unnatural aberration, and was petrified that her secret would ever be revealed.

Eventually Nathalie did speak, her voice broken by sobs, and she spoke about the Duke's new cohort, and everything became clear. The two shared many secrets, and Sophie had encouraged Nathalie to pull along their little ploy a few days ago. Without knowing what else to do, she just held her friend in a tight embrace, intoxicated in her perfume and tears.

The water started to grow cold, so Sophie helped dry her Lady. The two friends joined together beneath the sheets, sharing warmth, spooning. Eventually Sophie noticed Nathalie's hand between her tights, massaging her engorged pussy lips. Sophie placed her hand over Nathalies, and took her place in slowly pleasing her friends hungry pussy.

"I so wish it was me, Sophie..." the confession comes in so meekly "but she is so beautiful. Uncle would never love me as he loved her." Sophie felt the growing need, the tighter pressure in her hand, but she didnt alter her pace. "a Queen makes love, while me... by everything that is holy, even after seeing what true passion looks like I still wish to wear shackles for him, to be merciless as he unkindly takes his pleasure from my body."

"You never told me how it went... I just had to clear your body from your lovemaking, N...your pussy was overflowing with cum, I wouldnt be so sure he didnt prefer you" Nathalie begins to protest, but Sophie's command trumphs her "Tell me, and begin from the start."

Nathalie moans as she relives the story, word by word... her elvish words are chastised by Sophie, saying she does have a horrible accent. Nathalie laughs at that, and more when her friends make her repeat many times the elven words, until they reach her imagined passion.

"And what did you think when he finally entered you? why didnt you reveal yourself to him then?"but Nathalie was too busy moaning to answer, her tone thick with desire. "I could hear you. You were screaming more than I ever heard a maid scream, no matter how slutty she was. Did it have to be your uncle's cock? or would anyone suffice?"Her inflamed pussy, Nathalie kept pressing her vulva against her friend's hand."Do you remember what he did, when he found out he was fucking a virgin? did he start pounding on you harder?" Her body stiffens, a small wave of pleasure dulls her senses. "you are a goddess of bheauty, a virgin warrior and a delicious slut, Nathalie... " to highlight the point, Sophie licks her wet fingers "... sleep well, I promise we will think about something to make you happy" Nathalie turned her head and kissed her friends, and slept in her arms.