Surprisingly Well

Aisha trails a bit behind me, clearly nervous about talking to her mom.

As we near her mother's chambers, I pause and place a hand on Aisha's shoulder.

"You okay?"

She nods, taking a deep breath to calm herself. I smile, and I'm incredibly tempted to kiss her right on her cute, sweet lips - but I abstain. One thing at a time.

The guards by her mother's door nod to us as we approach, and one of them knocks on the door.

"Enter."

The guard dips their head into the room. "The Princess and her pet, your majesty."

I hear some rustling. "Send them in, please."

The guards open the door. Aisha hesitates for a moment, but walks in alongside me nonetheless.

The Queen is standinf in the middle of her room, her bed hastily remade, suggesting she had been laying in it just a moment ago.

Aliza waits until the door is shut to greet us.

"Daughter," the Queen greets Aisha, attempting to keep up her cold front.

"M-mother..."

Knowing that Aisha is a bit too nervous to start herself, I jump in.

"Your Majesty, Aisha just finished cleaning her room." I offer up a small smile, and Aliza appears unimpressed - but I can see the relief in her eyes.

"About time."

Aisha balls her fists, and I can tell she's about to go into another emotional tailspin. I firmly place my hand on her shoulder, and she looks to me before sighing.

The gesture is not lost on Aliza. When I look back to the Queen, she is looking at me with an air of slight suspicion. I can't blame her, I mean, I'm going to get her daughter to clean by holding the promise of sex over her head.

"Aisha did, however..." I pause to find the right words. Probably should've decided on what to say before I got here.

"She let her emotions get the better of her," I finally settle upon. "And she ended up damaging something. She knows you would likely find out if she had it fixed, so we've decided to come to you to let you know."

Aliza can barely hold back her sigh. "What did you break, Aisha...?"

Aisha blushes furiously, before pulling out the small pouch I tied together from behind her back. She undoes the knot, and lets the fabric fall away to show the torn image.

Aliza's hand goes to her mouth. "Aisha... how could you..."

"I'm sorry, okay!?" She quickly ties it back up. "I just...I was angry, and it was there!"

"That is not a good enough reason to..." Aliza cuts herself off, forcing herself to take a deep breath.

"You say you were going to get it fixed?"

Aisha nods.

"Then by all means, go have it fixed. Then come back here to collect Peter - I would like to have a brief word with him."

Aisha nods, and scurries off to have it fixed. Just as she's about to leave, Aliza calls for her attention.

"And... thank you for telling me. I'm glad you value our relationship so much."

Aisha nods, and wordlessly continues on her way to have the photo and frame repaired, far too embarassed and flustered to speak.

The moment the door swings shut behind her, Aliza shocks me by pulling me into a hug. I can't help but enjoy my head being pressed into the amazing cleavage of such a tall woman.

When she finally removes me, I swear I can hear the suction of her breasts releasing my face.

"That's the first time I've ever seen anyone able to calm her down," she informs me. "How did you do it?"

Well, she wanted me to fuck her, so I promised I would.

Yeah, right - if the guillotine doesn't exist on this planet, it definitely would after that.

"I talked to her - on her level." I mean, it's partially true. "And we came to an...arrangement."

"What is the...nature, of this arrangement?"

I swallow nervously. I've definitely said too much. "Uh...I'd like to keep that private, if you don't mind."

"I do mind." There's a look in her eyes that I can't quite place, and it absolutely paralyzes me.

Just as she's about to say something more, Aisha returns, fully repaired, framed photograph in hand. The tension immediately dissipates.

"I'm glad you care so much about our picture," her mother says. She seems thoughtful for a moment. "Aisha, so long as you continue to clean your room yourself, your internet connection will not be severed."

Aisha's eyes seem to light up. She thrusts herself into a hug with her mother. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Aisha turns to me, and she's positively beaming. "Come on, Peter, I wanna show you something!"

She takes off, not even bothering to check if I'm following her. I'm honestly stunned - she's never wanted to show me anything before.

I excuse myself from the Queen's presence, and turn to leave. I feel her hand on my shoulder, and turn my head to look at her.

She's bent over, allowing for a generous view into the valley of her cleavage. There's a slight smirk playing across her lips. She leans a little closer as she whispers into my ear.

"I know about the stories my daughter reads..." Her grip tightens, and her smirk almost seems to be...hungry.

"I read them too..."

A shiver goes down my spine. Before I can respond, she straightens back up, her lecherous grin replaced with her usual, warm smile.

"Go on, Peter - don't keep my daughter waiting..." The tone of her voice suggests that she wants me out of that room, and now. I simply nod, and make my way to Aisha's room.

I'm quite glad my back was to her - she couldn't see my excited smirk. She clearly wants to play the part of the predator in this.

As I walk to Aisha's room, the only thought I have in regards to Aliza's behavior is:

I'm definitely going to fuck her.