No

The morning was worse than hell. Liandra swore inwardly she would never again drink or dance. And kiss.

It was only late afternoon that she woke again, this time with a little more remembrance of humanity. She drank heartedly from the water left besides her bed.

"Are you feeling any better Liandra?" A red eyed Kendra stood next to her, with a plate of fruits. The princess answered meekly, and accepted food as she was offered.

This time the two spoke, and unburdened themselves of their guilt. Liandra kissed the baroness, and felt deft hands removing the little attire that covered her body.

Slow and comfortable, her caress brought back painful memories. Liandra took Kendra´s hand and placed over her burning sex, and the baroness understood well her request. She frictioned the engorged mound, and Liandra had no reason to contain her voice. Kendra stopped only long enough to replace her hand with her mouth, lapping the juicy pussy with abandon. The princess massaged her own nipples while receiving the oral ministration, and didn't hold back when her orgasm hit her.

"I did promise you, Liandra dear." Kendra caressed her hair, and the princess wanted to just say she had done enough. But something held her back. Curiosity.

Kendra brought in a young boy in his late teens, he was gentle looking and fair of features. He was dressed in a mere loincloth, and his lean muscles were oiled to perfection. Liandra was acutely aware she was still spreading her legs, but now it would be just silly to close them. What modesty meant in a situation like this?

He strode with discretion, she couldn't hear his steps. He knelt in front of her, and started by kissing her feet. Liandra giggled, she could get used to that. The caressed continued up her ankles, and his tongue circled her knees. Liandra saw that Kendra was just watching her, and decided she wouldn't hold anything back. For her love.

This time it didn't hurt. The pretty boy kissed her, and each thrust sent new trails of pleasure through her body. She felt like a flowery field in a Spring Day. It was perfect, all of it.

Except her.

Guilt assaulted her as she remembered the Duel. the Orc. "Harder" she just whispered first, but then began to call louder and louder. It wasn't twenty thrusts yet before she was calling "HARDER! FUCK me HARDER, damn you!" And the poor boy was doing his best, but he couldn't match the bestial cock. In the end, to his shame, he cried his release before she could; he took his cock out and sprayed her belly with milky seed.

Abashed, he left. Liandra never found out his name.

"... are you okay, Liandra?" A worried Kendra approached after she was done.

The princess shook her head

"If you want, I can find..." Kendra started, but Liandra interrupted "Don't worry about it. You are enough for me" The lie hang between them, neither believed it.