Practicing with the princess

You get up and stretch, taking the opportunity to glance around the room. Your girls are all pleased to see you back - it's hard to believe that just a little more than nine months ago you lived alone and you rarely took women to bed. What a change they've all wrought on you. Not that you were poor to start with, but at this point you're probably as skilled at pleasing a woman's body as the best philanderers and bards in the nation. There are still some limitations, however, and there's no need to use magic to revive you staff when there are other means available.

Slipping on a robe you choose your target - the princess. Lessia may like the idea of sleeping with women but she's far out of her depth here and it shows. She's still fully clothed and she's got an arm around Bethany's waist. The two girls are trying to put on a brave face, but they're clinging to each other in this sea of debauchery. Time to make them both feel more at home.

"More exciting than you expected?" you ask as you sit down next to Lessia.

"Ahh!" She almost leaps up but is held back by Bethany who reflexively tightens her grip on Lessia's arm. Quickly recovering she fans herself and says "I... um, yes. Much more."

You put an arm around her shoulder. She tenses, but doesn't pull away. You sit there, probably the oddest pair of recently betrothed people in the city. And this is the capital, so there's strong competition out there. What seems to captivate Lessia is Helena, kneeling on the floor beside the couch, one hand on her pregnant belly and the other tracing through Alice's fur. The lazy catgirl has been overacting her weakness and Helena, always empathetic, is caring for her. Of course to Helena 'care' can also include some mind blowing oral.

When Lessia's muscles start to unwind she leans against you, resting her head on your shoulder. "I don't think we can... ahem - I mean we can't do anything like that." If you're not mistaken there's a little longing in the princess' voice.

"Certainly not. Your father may be happy for us but he'd have my head if you're anything less than pure come the wedding."

"Yes." She snuggles up against you, knowing now that you're not about to **** her to do anything.

It's quite comfortable to rest there, regaining your strength and playing with a few errant curls of the princess' deep black hair. But you can see the look in Bethany's eyes. She's been watching you, obviously protective of her lover and worried, perhaps, about what being brought into a harem will be like for her. Time to get her on-side.

Without warning you pull Lessia backward. She lands on the covers with a pleasant little 'Oof!' and gives you a shocked stare. You grin and say "We can't do anything, but there are things you've already done... surely that would be alright." You say that last bit while looking right into Bethany's eyes. She goes from surprised and concerned to pleased and conniving. Bethany may be shy most of the time but right now she's an excellent accomplice.

Like a flash Bethany is up and then down again, her head disappearing under Lessia's long dress and her tail flicking merrily as she gets to work on the princess' undergarments.

"Oh, oh Bethany, no, no, no!" Lessia cries as she begins to struggle. You let her up to a sitting position but surprise her with a kiss. It's enough to stop Lessia in her tracks. You feel the blush develop on her face, it's so hot you don't need any magic to sense it. Utterly at a loss for words the princess turns strawberry red and starts stammering. You do use your life sense so that you can make out the outline of what Bethany is up to under those skirts. It appears the naughty kitten is stroking along Lessia's thighs.

"Just pretend nothing's happening," you whisper to her.

"But, but... Beth..."

You take her hand in a very courtly way and she holds it tight. "Has Bethany ever done this before?" Somehow that blush gets deeper. You build the contrast by gently kissing the back of her hand, just as many young men at court might have done. Beneath her dress the lewd catgirl you chose so well inches closer to Lessia's pussy. The princess's legs are trembling, but she hasn't closed them to hold back her feline lover. Either she wants this more than she's willing to admit or she's so out of her depth she can't control her limbs.

Best to check that. The subtlest tendril of magic fed through her skin as you kiss her hand once again tells you what you need. This is one incredibly aroused princess. She's always bottled up her feelings. Never, ever dare to show affection for someone outside her family, especially another woman. All that repressed lust has built up inside her psyche and turned little Lessia into an exhibitionist. It's buried so deep even she has no idea. And here, for the first time, she's about to be licked out by her best friend in front of half a dozen other people.

You pull back, stunned. With all your experience you're rarely stunned, but this is one such time. You've got a hot and horny royal, you're engaged to her and on top of it she's a virgin exhibitionist! Even if stories of genies and magic lamps were true you'd never have though to ask for such a thing because you couldn't have imagined it.

Whe your wits return you decide to push her buttons - it's just the kind of thing that ticks every kinky box you've got. To tease her a little you say, "We don't have to keep going." You rest a hand on Bethany's head through the dress, stopping her progress for just a moment.

Lessia's eyes open a tiny bit. She's dead silent for several seconds. Finally, in a tiny whisper that only you can hear, she says "It's okay." Your enhanced eyes let you notice that her thighs part ever so slightly. You give Bethany a few ear scratches through the dress and let her loose.

One of your arms supports her, the other begins to stroke her hair. Down below, Bethany reaches the gates to paradise and gives them her full attention. Lessia's eyes roll back as Bethany gently, slowly, delicately edges Lessia towards an orgasm.

You get Doe's attention, give her a smile and crook your finger. She comes over, quickly discerning what's at play. You motion for her to be silent and make a few other gestures with your free hand. As soon as she understands what you want Doe gives you a big smile and starts moving in.

The princess has lost almost all sense of the room around her. She's holding back soft moans as Bethany goes deeper with that rough tongue of hers. Then, out of the blue, another rough tongue shoots between her teeth as Doe locks lips with Lessia. The princess goes from silent moans to silent shock, following through with a change to deep, lusty moans as Bethany hits the sweet spot.

She and Doe kiss all the way though the orgasm. When they part a line of saliva connects them and Lessia's tongue tries to follow it back to that lovely mouth. She blinks her eyes open, looking like she's adrift in her own mind.

"Wow that looked good," says Doe, leaning in to kiss you while she paws Lessia's breasts.

The princess can't even respond. At this point she's only vertical thanks to your support.

You were about to let her down gently, let her get used to this new facet of her self. But you didn't count on Sandra. The redhead steps into view and gives Bethany's bottom a pat. "Want me to spell you?" she asks like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Bethany scoots back out from under the dress and looks up at Sandra, confused.

"Allow me," your sex addicted co-conspirator says as she drops to the floor. She whispers something that makes Bethany gasp and then smile.

The spry, black furred catgirl hops onto the bed, trading places with Doe on Lessia's other side. Lessia doesn't have time for confusion or complaint as Bethany begins kissing her and rubbing her nubile body against Lessia's chest. Sandra wastes no time getting on all fours and slipping under the princess' skirts. You know Sandra is second only to Helena in the art of pussy licking and is sure to give Lessia a second orgasm at the least.

You give Bethany and Lessia some quick kisses, rub Sandra's tail for good luck, and then leave them to their fun. Doe gives you a long, sexy kiss of her own and then goes back to make sure everything is taken care of for your two newcomers. The whole event leaves you feeling invigorated - your shaft, in particular. Why use magic to get it up when you've got a whole bedroom of sensual catgirls and a repressed but exhibitionist princess?