She has Kylia use her tongue.

“Kylia...” Xalendra breathed, reaching for her handmaiden's wrist between her legs as she lifted her head with what strength she still possessed. She caught the girl's eyes in a glazed, heavy stare. “Your fingers feel good... but I must ask to feel your tongue as well...”

Kylia blinked, closing her parted lips to swallow nervously. “M'lady?”

The princess felt embarrassed, but propriety had long since gone out the window, and her desires were what remained. “Grant me the use of your tongue, and stick it inside me—I need to feel it to be satisfied.”

The tongue she yearned for poked out to wet the girl's lips, and Kylia eyed the hole her fingers were massaging with uncertainty. “If my princess wishes...” She looked back up, a hardening of will coming through the fogged focus. “But... might we try it... together?” She shifted on her knees, panting harder. “I am as cursed as you, m'lady...”

Xalendra was admittedly taken aback by her handmaiden's plea for reciprocation, but in her heated state such compassion sounded permissible. Desirable, even. Most of all, she just wanted to get off again, and the prospect of helping Kylia do the same only made that feeling grow.

“Fine,” she said with a deep breath. “You've done a good job so far... I suppose I can return the favor this once. Come up here.”

She slid back on the bed, making room for her handmaiden, and together they awkwardly worked out a position in which they could lay with each-other's heads between their legs. Xalendra's lust was once more rising as she lay on her side, thighs flanking Kylia's neck as her own face rested inches from the girl's bare buttocks. Kylia was quite worked up, the space between her legs slick with her juices, and Xalendra found it strangely enticing.

As requested, Kylia began to use her tongue upon her rear, scratching the sexual itch prevalent there. It spurred a moan from the princess, prompting her to stifle the noise between Kylia's soft, warm cheeks as her arms hugged her waist. Surprisingly strong thighs clamped down around her in reaction, and a series of positive feedback responses were set in motion as she felt that slick tongue push its way inside her, probing dutifully.

Xalendra poked her own tongue at her handmaiden's tight asshole, thoughts of decency and cleanliness lost in the haze of passion and lust. There was nothing to mind but the sensation of Kylia's tongue inside her, and her own efforts at returning it in kind. She knew she must have been doing well as the vibrations of the girl's moaning added to the stimuli, making her quiver again and again.

The squeezing of Kylia's thighs grew with rhythmic intensity, the trickle of juices coating Xalendra's chin and neck becoming a flood. Her own body spasmed in the approach of another orgasm, and as her handmaiden sent a long moan into her rear, tongue reaching just the right spot, she came with trembling ferocity, gasping in the valley between the girl's cheeks. While her lips remained locked upon the hole there, her breaths and groans escaped around them, eyes fluttering in ecstasy as her legs closed tight around Kylia's head.

As the strongest aftershocks abated, the princess did her best to focus on reaching deeply with her own tongue, working her way into the tight hole firmly and repeatedly. Soon enough Kylia let out a muffled cry of pleasure, body tensing and relaxing in waves. Her lips came away from Xalendra's ass with a wet pop as she gasped and shuddered, moaning loud and long until her mouth slowly came back down to the tune of panting mewls.

The licking slowed somewhat, but they remained locked together as the curse of anal lust persisted. Xalendra didn't know if such a thing had an end, or when it might be, but the promised satisfaction that reaching an orgasm brought, however fleeting, seemed to make that question irrelevant in the moments of yearning in between. The hot, writhing body tangled with her was the only means to that non-end, and as she lay there, face buried in her handmaiden's ass, she thought thinking could wait until she was truly, utterly satisfied...