No appologies

Liandra climbed in bed, and curled behind the white summoner, her breasts pressed against the other woman´s back. Ophelia remained a rose bud, closed to the princess advances, but Liandra didn't press, she just remained there for her.

Unlike hundreds of other nights, demons and dragons didn't visit Ophelia´s bed. The princess was a comforting presence when shadows turned scary, or when a memory invaded her nightmares.

The next morning Liandra woke with a kiss. It tasted like sunflowers and spring, a welcome start after a horrible night sleep. Their tongues shared just brief touches, too shy for a longer conversation. Liandra still hovered between the dreaming and waking up when Ophelia said "good morning". She answered with a moan.

Liandra caressed lightly the curves of the other woman, and her body arched in reflex when she brushed the lower back of her body. "Ticklish?" the princess asked, and their sensuous play was replaced for a more childish one, where their sole purpose was to make the other laugh. Ophelia had a silly one, it was so absurdly high pitched.

"Friends?" Liandra asked the subdued Ophelia, who nodded warily. She didn't escape the last round of tickling, Liandra could also be cruel. "Can I stay with you?" the **** woman asked, and Liandra accepted her.

The return home was much simpler. Liandra was acclaimed a heroine, but when she returned with a dragon´s horde she became something else completely. She became a power, richer than the crown itself.