She improvises.

As Xalendra struggled with her mounting desire, she cast a fevered glance around the dark bedroom, eyes falling on the closest thing at hand: the corner post of her bed. It was an alluring shape to her lustful mind; a short length of polished wood, ribbed along its body and tapered at the top.

Tentatively yet urgently, she dragged herself to the bed's corner, and gripped tightly that smooth, dark wood in her slick hands. As her breaths came faster, the princess rose to her knees on the soft comforter, slowly sliding one leg off the bed as she moved over the post. Her quim grazed the tip, and she rocked back and forth, hesitating as she let her wetness coat it.

She stood above, a hand behind and one before her, holding onto the post beneath. The urge soon grew too great, and with her tongue between her teeth, Xalendra moved forward so that her rear was aligned with the post. Gently, she lowered herself upon it, moaning as it pressed against her asshole, gasping as it spread her open, and performing some mix of the two as the entire head entered her body.

Her puckered hole swallowed the post tightly, making her feel mind-spinningly full. Every attempt to move upon the hard wood sent a tingling pleasure through her, causing her to squirm that much more. Whenever she felt it stretch her flesh further, her gasps hitched with a squeak. She could feel her fluids flow freely down over the hand between her legs.

Xalendra let out a groan, carefully lowering herself even more, testing her tight hole against the first ridge past the top. She was spread again, cooing with pleasure as she slid down, filling herself incrementally. As she made it that much further, she sighed with satisfaction. A glance over her shoulder then reminded her of Kylia, who watched with anxious lust from the bed.

There was another identical post at the other corner. Xalendra thought about letting her handmaiden satisfy herself with it, but her own satisfaction was agonizingly out of reach, and she needed a helping hand.