Slightly better

On the second day, I still have to remind her to clean up after herself, but she does so without complaint, and with just an excited gleam in her eyes.

Once she's done, she eagerly returns to me, and I immediately reward her with a deep kiss. No tongue, yet.

"Looking forward to your new reward?" I ask teasingly as I pull away. She nods frantically.

"Alright. Well, this is going to be a very selfish reward." She gives me a quizzical expression, but it fades as my hands gently press into her breasts. My eyebrows hike a little as I feel the supple flesh beneath her blouse.

Hmmm...No bra.

"You just want to play with my tits?" She asks with a smirk. "You didn't need to wait to reward me - you could've done that any time..."

"Yes, but I know just how starved you are for my touch," I huskily whisper to her. If her now erect nipples poking through her blouse are any indication, she's definitely a bit turned on.

She opens her mouth to protest my claims, but falls silent.

I begin to lightly grope Aisha, fondling her breasts through her clothes with deliberate and firm, yet delicate, motions. It takes all my willpower to not tear off her clothes, and just kiss all over her perfect tits.

Instead, I settle for lightly pinching her nipples through her blouse. Her blush intensifies, and she lets loose a cute moan. The sensations seem to catch her off-guard.

"Mmmmhh...they... they've never felt -ah!- like... like this before!"

"Ohhh, you play with your tits often?"

"A...all the time... every time I shower..."

I adopt a naughty smirk. One of these days, I'm going to have to join her in the shower.

I release her breasts, much to her apparent displeasure. Her words of protest die in her throat, however, as my hands slide around to her back, and then down to her rear.

I grab her ass through her pants. The fabric prevents me from really sinking my fingers into what I'm certain is a deliciously firm behind, but it's still enjoyable.

"Oh! This is a...a big reward..."

"I told you it was selfish - I want to be able to indulge in touching your body from now on. But not beneath your clothes." I smirk, pulling her closer with a firm squeeze of her ass. "That comes later."

Before she can speak, I press my lips to hers in a deep kiss. She gently moans into the contact, wrapping her arms around me as I continue to squeeze her ass.

Finally, after a long while, I **** myself to pull away from her. "And that's all for now."

She pouts at me. "Meanie."

I laugh lightly, and **** myself to go do something else so I can cool down. I focus on my phone, sitting in my own bed as I browse the internet.

Wait... hold on...

"Huh."

"What's up?" Aisha comes bounding over, and I can't help but notice as she deliberately presses her breasts against my arm as she leans over to see my phone. I pretend I don't notice - I'm not going to say no to a pair of nice tits!

"Looks like the filters have been disabled for me." I swipe through a few tabs of news articles, all from sites I don't recognize. I momentarily catch a glimpse of an image of what's very clearly a military procession, and lock my phone screen before Aisha can see it.

"Why'd you lock it?"

I purse my lips in thought. Didn’t Aisha say she that war isn't a thing anymore?

"Could I see your phone for a sec? I just want to check one thing, promise."

"Uhh, sure, I guess?"

She unlocks it for me, and I go to the same page where the articles were listed. I swipe through them, and immediately notice a handful of sites completely missing. I hand it back immediately, much to her visible relief.

"You said that you bypassed your mom's filters, right?"

"...yeah. Why?"

I nod to myself, my suspicions confirmed. Her mother likely has multiple layers of filters, and pretty much allowed Aisha to get past the first one. It was likely only for sexually explicit content, so she wouldn't see anything until she was old enough to be legitimately curious about it. And even then, she probably only allows tame content through.

Wait, her mom said she knows about the stories Aisha reads. She definitely has multiple layers of filters!

"Would you happen to know when your mom is free? I have something I want to ask her about."

Before Aisha can even answer, the door to her room swings open, and Aliza walks in, head held high as always.

Speak of the devil, eh?

I immediately go to a knee and greet the Queen.

"Aisha. Peter." Aliza looks about the room, assessing its cleanliness.

She approaches Aisha, and places a gentle hand on her cheek. "I see you've been tidying up. I'm proud of you. You're really taking responsibility."

I can't help but cock an eyebrow. Personally, I wouldn't give such lofty praise to the princess. This is something she should've been doing for a while. The only reason I'm rewarding her for doing it every day, is because she's hot, and I'm horny.

"Thank you, Mother." The gratitude appears to be genuine. I suppose the praise had the intended effect, then.

Aliza turns to me, letting her hand rest on her daughter's shoulder.

"Aisha, I must borrow Peter for a short time," she announces. "Do you mind?"

"O-of course not," she stammers.

"Wonderful. In that case, please come with me, Peter - we have much to discuss."

As I follow the Queen out of the room, I cast a glance back at Aisha. She shrugs, clearly just as confused as I am.