Meet with Princess Samantha

Alice trudged through the castle gardens, her sword clanging heavily against her thigh. The day's training had been grueling, and her body ached with the kind of fatigue that seeped into the bones. Her red hair, usually so vibrant, hung limp and damp with sweat, and her green eyes lacked their usual sparkle. She had hoped that the sight of the blooming flowers and the sound of the trickling fountains would lift her spirits, but even the beauty of nature couldn't penetrate her gloom.

As she rounded a corner, she nearly collided with Princess Samantha, who was walking with a graceful stride, her blond hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. The princess's blue eyes widened in surprise, then softened with concern as she took in Alice's dejected appearance.

"Alice, what's wrong?" Samantha asked, her voice a soothing balm to Alice's weary soul.

Alice sighed, her shoulders slumping. "It's just... I can't seem to get the hang of the new sword techniques. No matter how hard I try, I always end up tripping over my own feet."

Samantha's lips curled into a sympathetic smile. "Well, perhaps what you need is a different kind of practice. One that's a bit more... engaging."

Alice raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite her exhaustion. "What did you have in mind?"

Samantha's smile turned mischievous as she produced two practice swords from behind her back. "How about a friendly spar? It might take your mind off things."

Alice hesitated, then nodded, accepting one of the blunted blades. Princess Samantha was a magical class so as a martial cleric she should be able to beat her. They found a clear space among the flowers, and with a nod from Samantha, they began to circle each other. Alice was surprised to find that Samantha was quite skilled, her movements fluid and precise. They parried and thrust, their blades singing through the air. Alice landed a few solid hits that had Samantha crying out. However, Samantha was clearly the superior swordsman. She was quicker than Alice, and not that much less skilled. She swung wildly and gave Alice quite a few welts. A combination of royal speed and lack of experience. Eventually Samantha was able to parry Alice and disarmed with a deft flick of her wrist.

Breathing heavily, Alice conceded defeat, dropping her practice sword to the ground. "You're amazing," she panted, admiration clear in her voice.

The welts on their bodies were proof of the skill and ferocity they had both displayed, but the heat of the battle had stirred something deeper within Samantha. She had always been selective with her affections, but there was something about Alice that made her blood run hot. It was a desire that she couldn't ignore, and the way Alice looked at her now, with a blend of respect and longing, was an invitation she was eager to accept.

"I want you, Alice," Samantha said, her voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you, all of you."

Alice's heart raced at the princess's words. She had harbored a crush on Samantha for what felt like an eternity, and the fact that the feeling was now mutual sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours."

With a predatory grace, Samantha closed the distance between them, her hands finding Alice's face, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Their lips moved in sync as Samantha's tongue explored Alice's mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Alice's hands roamed over Samantha's back, her touch light but full of need.

The kiss deepened, and Alice found herself being pushed gently onto the soft ground. Samantha's body covered hers, the heat between them palpable. Alice's hands moved to the princess's firm ass, squeezing it as their hips ground together. Samantha's arousal was evident, pressing against Alice's thigh, a delicious reminder of the pleasure that was to come.

Eager to pleasure her lover, Alice broke the kiss and slid down Samantha's body, her fingers deftly undoing the ties of her pants. Samantha lifted her hips, allowing Alice to pull down her garments, revealing her thick, hard cock. Alice licked her lips at the sight, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of Samantha's dick, Alice leaned in and flicked her tongue over the tip, eliciting a groan from the princess. Encouraged by the reaction, Alice took Samantha into her mouth, her head bobbing as she sucked and licked with fervor. Samantha's hands found their way into Alice's red locks, guiding her rhythm, as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

Just as Samantha was nearing the edge, Alice pulled away, leaving her throbbing and wanting. Alice straddled Samantha, her soaked panties the only barrier between them. She positioned herself over Samantha's cock, teasing them both by rubbing the length against her slit.

With a hunger that couldn't be denied, Alice reached down and pulled her panties to the side, sinking onto Samantha's dick. They both let out a moan as their bodies connected, the fit was perfect, as if they were made for each other. Alice began to ride, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the fullness.

As they moved together, a subtle glow began to emanate from their joined bodies. It was faint but hummed with magic. Neither girls noticed though due to the intensity of their connection. The welts on their skin started to fade, their minor injuries healing as their pleasure grew.

Alice felt an surge of energy, her body alight with a newfound vigor. She looked down at Samantha, whose eyes were filled with a ravenous desire. In one swift motion, Samantha sat up, her strength surprising Alice as she flipped them over, putting Alice on her back without breaking their connection.

Now in control, Samantha thrust into Alice with a wild abandon, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. She leaned down to capture Alice's lips in a fierce kiss, her dirty talk filling the air between them, punctuated by declarations of lust and need.

"You feel so fucking good, Alice. Your pussy is perfect, made for my cock," Samantha growled, her words sending shivers down Alice's spine.

The glow intensified with each thrust, their pleasure reaching new heights. Alice's moans grew louder, her body arching to meet Samantha's every stroke. The princess's stamina was unyielding, her cock hitting Alice's sweet spot with unerring accuracy.

They were both close, the world around them fading away until all that existed was the two of them, joined in the most intimate of ways. Alice's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy clenching around Samantha's cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. Samantha followed suit, her own release triggering a loud moan as she emptied herself inside Alice.

As they lay there, spent and sated, the last rays of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The glow that had surrounded them dimmed, leaving behind two women who were more connected than they had ever been. Alice looked at Samantha, her green eyes shining with satisfaction.

Samantha rolled off Alice, pulling her close so they could bask in the afterglow. "That was... incredible," Samantha panted, her blue eyes twinkling with a mix of awe and contentment.

Alice smiled, feeling fulfilled in a way she never had before. "I could say the same about you, Princess," she teased, using the honorific with a playful lilt.

Samantha looked at Alice happily, but then frowned for a second. "I can't figure out why, but for some reason I can't help myself around you. As a princess I am supposed to be dignified, but with you there are times I just need to jump you."

Alice smiled "I feel the same way. I've found you beautiful for years. There are times I can't believe we are fuckbuddies."

Samantha peered back. "I've always found you attractive, but it's only recently that I've felt this ravenous around you. Anyway the reason I bring this up is I am going on a trip with my mother. We are heading to a winter encampment to negotiate with the Kingdom of Glotia. I want you to come with me."

Alice was shocked. While she would call Samantha a friend being invited on a royal retreat like this was a big deal. It could even be the precursor to something more. "I'd love to Samantha. As long as we fuck when you aren't too busy."

"Count on it," Samantha beamed.