Touching her sex.

It was one thing to touch her own breasts, but the source of the heat filling her was coming from between her legs. Xalendra had the desire to feel each place touched, and needed help fulfilling that desire.

She breathed out a heavy sigh. “T-touch me,” she whispered. “Touch my legs, Kylia...”

Her handmaiden reached out and ran a hand over the fabric of her stockings, just above her knee. A second graced the other knee, and with apprehensive compliance, Kylia slid trembling hands along her legs, furtively glancing up with wide eyes and panting lips.

Xalendra only felt the need grow at her touch, knowing it wasn't what she really needed. But she was **** to say exactly what her body wanted—what her body craved. That is until it grew too much for her to bear, and she uttered the demand anyway.

“Touch me more!” she cried with a groan, throwing her head back and shutting her eyes. “Touch me like I touched you!” Xalendra fell back onto the bedspread, hips rising instinctively

Too ashamed to look at her handmaiden, Xalendra kept her eyes closed as she rubbed her breasts, biting down on her lip. She felt Kylia's hands slide upward on her body as the girl followed her commands, reaching the sodden portion of her stockings and tentatively touching it to stimulate what lay beneath.

The princess gasped at that touch, exhaling in a short moan. It sent a surge of satisfaction through her that she suddenly knew she needed more of. “Yes...” she breathed. “Th- that's it... Touch me there...” Her hips moved beneath Kylia's one hand, as the other began sliding up and down her thigh, squeezing it gently. “Rub me more,” Xalendra moaned.

“Y- yes, M'lady,” the girl replied meekly, proceeding to knead her flesh with shaking fingers. The fabric was soaking wet, and only growing wetter as it clung to the Princess' pussy. Kylia's hands weren't very committed to the task, however, leaving Xalendra wanting, though she was **** to seem too demanding.