Blame Kylia.

The lust was too much—Xalendra had to do something to sate even the smallest bit of desire surging through her. Her handmaiden Kylia was the one who brought the spell upon them, and she would be the one to help her with its... overwhelming effects.

“Kylia,” Xalendra said, forcing herself to look at the girl in her rapidly unraveling state of resistance. “You should be sorry.” She grit her teeth against a twinge of pleasure between her legs. “This is your fault. Ahh...” Her stance wavered, and she swayed again, falling toward the bed.

She caught herself on its edge, kneeling on the floor beside it. By the door, Kylia looked up with repentant eyes, panting harder now. “You must sate this spell on me, at once,” Xalendra said as she dragged herself back up.

“But M-m'lady...” the handmaiden whimpered, reaching out with a trembling hand. She obviously had the same need for attention, but Xalendra would make her reap what she'd sown, and wait her turn.

“I am your princess!” she said, leaning down to grab Kylia's hand. “I d-demand you help me overcome this- this magic!” Xalendra stood and dragged the girl over, sitting down on the bed as she dropped Kylia beside it.

She honestly had no idea what it was that brought this feeling to her body, or how it could be undone, but she knew it felt good to have her body touched. Never before had she dealt with lust, but at the moment all she could think of was having it sated, and she would have her handmaiden help with that end.

Her breathing fast and heavy, Xalendra could barely contain herself as she unfastened the straps of her bodice, giving in to the urge to fondle her breasts. Her nipples were firm and sensitive, and she let out a squeaky moan as she touched them. It felt good, but it wasn't enough.

Kylia knelt before her, biting her lip with a look of restrained need on her bright-red face. “H-how may I serve you, m-m'lady?” she shuddered while asking, hands fidgeting with her gown.