She does it.

The Princess glared at you. But she had no other choice and you knew it. Slowly, she trumped back to the throne, which you stood up from. Up close, the sight of her naked body made you almost want to take her there and then. But you didn't. Not yet. It wasn't time.

The princess threw herself on the throne, one hand moving slowly to her lower self.

"Spread your legs." You told her. "Over the arms of the chair. So that everyone can see you."

She flushed, but did as she was told, stretching her legs over the arms of the throne, exposing her lower self to the world. The court watched, and she blushed even more brightly. One of her fingers started towards her folds, brushing them gently, and then thrusting them aside. One of her hands went to her breasts, and she started to work on herself. it was clear the presence of so many people had made her frantic, she just wanted it to be over, so she worked quickly, with a confident purpose that she had never employed before.

Before long, she was moaning. Her body bucking, grinding against her own fingers. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were closed. She was touching and stroking and teasing herself. Her nipples were firm and erect. She was breathing heavily, gasping as she went.

You realised that even she was surprised by the strength of her pleasure. The urgency had made her work faster, more forcefully, driving herself roughly to the edge.

"Oh god." She whispered, only yourself being close enough to hear. "Oh god, this is so much more than I ever did before... Everyone's watching... my legs are going numb, oh god, oh god."

She moaned, throwing her head back suddenly as her body tensed, the orgasm hitting her like a brick to the face. She gasped, and moaned, desperately twisting her nipples with one hand, her spine was arched, her other hand was entering her own pussy, multiple fingers working at her lower self. She shuddered and twitched, and then finally lay still.

"There. Was that really so hard?" You asked, she glared up at you.

"Bastard." She said.

"Complain as much as you want." You told her. "You're still the one who put on a show for us. Now, pick yourself up - you're dripping. And let's be honest, you enjoyed that, didn't you?"