Take it off

With discretion, and while Ludo was looking elsewhere, Liandra slipped the ring out of her finger, and hid it under the pillow. She didn't want to explain what the ring was, or why it was necessary.

Ludo was trailing his fingers over her bosom, fiddling with her nightgowns ties. "So ephemeral... and still I find myself wanting to admire this sky, with each of its tiny stars. My heart is lonely, my soul melancholic. And I now know why" He pulled the string, letting her night attire just loosely cover her modesty.

"Why is that?" Liandra felt her own heart beating fast, she wasn't nearly as nervous just a few moments ago.

"Because I love you" he kisses her lips, and this time it was out of fear that she didn't answer with greater passion. She was shaking, and she didn't know why. He caressed her shoulders, letting the nightgown slip from the first, and then the second. He kissed her neck, and she saw the angels that decorated the room. Were they judging her now?

"You are scared, my little doe. Are you having second thoughts?" He asked while he stood, unbuttoning his shirt. Liandra nodded. "There is no reason to fear. This is supposed to be joyous, fun" He helped her stand, after his chest was naked. She had to hold her gown, lest she be just the same.

"There is so much you don't know about yourself. I am eager to teach you. Just like you asked." Ludo's tone was patient, and caring. Despite his desire for this prize, he knew better than to rush in and lose everything. His hushing words eventually yielded results.

"...But now that I am here... I remember the cautionary tales my nun used to tell me." Liandra felt ashamed of her 'child ness'. If but she could unsay those words...

"True, she would scold you terribly. She would call you names and worse." Ludo had played this game many times before, and now was the critical time "But she is jealous of you. She regrets that, when she was in your place, she chose the safer path. She spent many years regretting what she had done... will you do the same?"

Liandra threw herself in that kiss. The though never occurred her, that she would grow old, that youth was limited. And more, the idea of Ludo walking out, and she never having another chance to... to what? She didn't know and didn't care, Liandra wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his lips munch on hers, they were breathing in tandem, and his hands felt divine on her back.

Liandra felt his tongue pry her mouth open. She didn't resist, and was shocked to feel it inside her mouth. It was intrusive, uncomfortable, strange... and fun! The wetness danced between, a game of invasion and defense. The princess forgot about all else, all her concerns, she even lost all track of time. The few times when the bard leaned back to say something else, Liandra pouted and begged for more.

A bird chirped outside. A nightingale, thought the princess. Is he watching me? The silly notion made her giggle. "I want to see you naked" Ludo whispered in her ear, and she nodded. What could the harm be in that? While not particularly vain, the princess wasn't ashamed of her body either.

The discarded nightgown wasn't followed by her negligee, to Liandra's surprise. The bard, instead, admired the see-through underwear and its silky touch, and let the princess wear it.

Liandra next learned how erogenous her breasts were. Her nipples were already hard, and they begged for attention. She tried to endure them quietly, but Ludo adviced "Nothing fills my heart with greater joy than hearing your voice. Don't worry about being quiet, there is no one here to hear us". So she moaned and whimpered, and wondered if that was what Ludo had called an 'orgasm'.

While he nibbled her rosy nipples his hands roamed down , towards the slit between her legs. Again he didn't touch her directly, but the fabric was so soft over her sparse pubic hair, the feeling so divine that it didn't occur to Liandra her clothes were on the way. She complied when he made her part her legs, but regretted when her breasts were left abandoned.

His dextrous hands played an entirely different tune on her body. When before everything was gentle and soft, the attention he played on the before ignored clit was firm and vigorous. She almost complained that the movements were making her queasy between her legs, but the discomfort was too mild to interrupt the rhythmic he was imposing on her body. 'this is it, this must be an orgasm' she though, but the real event was to cum soon.

"Oh, Heavens!! this is so... oh gods" the bard was finally rewarded for his ministrations, the princess convulsed her first orgasm right in front of his eyes. "This feels so... hmmmmm" she was delirious, and squirted her pleasure, the stain soaking into the fabric of her negligee.

The lark sang, and the bard knew it heralded the end of their nocturnal encounter. He kissed Liandra, but the lazy princess didn't want to move from that spot. So he bid her farewell "but remember... this is our secret. No one can know."