Yes.

With the utmost effort, Xalendra remained a good distance from Kylia until Queen Winnith returned. With her was a woman in elegant white robes, who exuded a skeptical yet affable air. Kylia rose to her feet swiftly, and Xalendra straightened her posture.

“These are the ones in need of pairing?” the elegant woman asked, fair features unchanging.

Winnith nodded, holding a stoic demeanor of her own. “My daughter has been cursed, and it is paramount to her well being that she wed her servant—for the time being.” She looked to Xalendra, then. “This is Sister Trista. She has the authority to join your souls.”

The princess looked on curiously as she was approached by the woman in white. “Just, please... help us with this curse,” she said, unable to meet Sister Trista's eyes for long.

“Of course, child,” spoke the woman. She then stepped smartly between them, and pulled two rings from her robes. “Now, then...” She paused to yawn, looking less than enthused. “We join this night, Princess Xalendra of Xolstice...”

As the woman spoke, the princess met Kylia's eyes, heartbeat drowning all other sound. She was really going through with it. Her body was tense with anticipation, nerves alight with excitement, knowing what awaited... But it was a curse—it wasn't natural. And yet part of her wanted to feel such pleasures again.

“...I thus proclaim you wed, et cetera, et cetera...” the woman said at last, grabbing Xalendra's hand and slipping the ring on. She did the same for Kylia, and proceeded to drag their ringed hands toward each-other. “Your souls are joined.”

Their hands met, and the energy sparked once more, making the princess draw a sharp breath. Her handmaiden made a brief noise, stifled quickly, and the yearning was renewed in full. “Good—thank you, Sister. We can go now?” she asked, glancing to Queen Winnith as she felt a bead of moisture trail down her thigh.

The Queen nodded with a heavy sigh. “You may retire to your chambers.”

Xalendra did just that, dragging her handmaiden back through the halls impatiently. Her body burned hotter the longer she held Kylia's hand, and with every step she felt her womanhood surge with need. They burst through her bedroom door, and as soon as it was shut again Xalendra rounded to embrace her handmaiden in a breathless kiss.

Kylia reacted much the same, moaning into her princess' mouth as she pressed her body against Xalendra. They stumbled into the bed, and Kylia fell astride her knee with a **** writhing. The handmaiden bounced herself there, soaking Xalendra's stockings as they wrestled with their tongues. The princess couldn't resist slipping a hand into her stockings, but all she could do was build the pleasure unsatisfactorily.

Groaning into Kylia's mouth, she grabbed hold of her wrist and guided the other girl's hand inside her soaking garment and to her pussy. The hand of her handmaiden did the trick, and as her needy entrance was breached, she gasped in the clutches of a blessedly satisfying climax.

The pent-up lust was relieved a great deal, but still she clung to Kylia, who shuddered atop her leg, moaning between rapid breaths. There was still much of the spell's energy stirring her passions, and she felt it rising back to full strength quicker than ever.

“Looks like you're having lots of fun,” came a delicate, sing-song voice. Xalendra opened her eyes to see Viri, the fairy, sitting upon her pillow, smiling at them. Kylia broke the kiss with a gasp, suddenly quite still. “Not so prudish now, are you?”