Ep V: Chapter 25

Alderaanian princesses are all well-versed in statecraft. Myra’s performance is convincing enough, although Enthea finds it transparent. Myra wears her stern outrage like a slinky negligee.

Enthea plays along, boarding the elevator with the two of them. What Myra’s up to couldn’t be more obvious. What’s less clear is the exact reason for it. Myra’s only half-Umbaran, but she’s not an easy read. Curiosity is part of why Enthea was so ready to flip on Scora this evening; she wanted to see how Myra would react to get more of a baseline for her. After all, Scora is the real target. Myra is a potential target through proximity, but it’s Scora that Laki or her allies will benefit from hurting.

Laki is good at influencing people. Enthea knows that Laki is her enemy, yet she still appreciates some of her teachings. An Alderaanian princess is not beyond her reach.

In any case, it will be easiest to protect Scora by staying near her. If she’s ever asked about why she accepted this invitation, that will be Enthea’s story.

“Sit,” Myra orders coldly as they enter Scora’s lavish apartment. She points at the magnificent bed.

“Oh. All right,” Scora says, looking pleased. She sits and puts on an expectant face, looking eagerly back and forth between Enthea and Myra.

“Reflect on your actions,” Myra says.

“Wait, what?”

Myra takes Enthea’s hand and leads her past, pulling her into Scora’s bathroom.

Enthea arches an eyebrow.

“A little much, isn’t it?” she asks.

“I think it’s the right amount,” Myra replies, waiting until the door is locked to let her mirth show.

“You aren’t upset with her?”

“Are you upset when a porg makes that stupid noise?”

“A little,” Enthea replies frankly.

“But you don’t blame the porg.”

“No. It’s just doing what a porg does,” Enthea concedes.

“She’ll make it up to you. If you’d like.”

“I only need you both to be safe. That’s what I’d like.”

“But you wouldn’t object to a little gratitude,” Myra purrs, plucking at Enthea’s robes.

“I suppose not,” Enthea says with a smile.

“And you wouldn’t object if I felt obligated… no, compelled to help wash you. After all, I’m sure the animal that I’m betrothed to did plenty of pawing at you with her filthy hands.”

“I suppose it would be impolite to argue with a princess.”

To Enthea’s surprise, Myra means what she’s said quite literally. Scora’s bath is set up Zeltron-style, with little benches and buckets for water and perfumes.

Enthea has seen Myra naked, but that makes it no less stimulating, even as she sits on a stool with her back to the princess. Myra gently bathes her with her bare hands covered in oily soaps. The bath is thorough, yet the princess shows restraint. Myra’s slim fingers coat Enthea’s cock in soap. She has to lift it and almost weigh it in her hand, but stops short of doing anything more.

Enthea makes no effort to control her body. She sits there aroused and curious.

Scora knocks on the bathroom door. Her voice sounds muffled behind the humidifiers.

“What’s taking so long?” she demands.