An eyeful

In the center of the room, the princess was busy doing yogarate. In tight fitting, stretchy pants and a top that struggled to contain her tits, her athletic, yet curvy body looked like a trillion dlaars.

The two soldiers stood in silence, watching her pull her leg into an impossible position over her head, and Stan could swear he saw the outline of her puffy pussy lips through the pink fabric. His cock started to get hard, but the tight pants contained it. As if they were true brothers in arms, the two men simultaneously sighed when the beautiful blonde girl turned quickly, jump kicked her punching bag and landed on her feet, all her good parts bounching.

"When you're done drooling, please state your business or get the hell out," she said, her back towards them. She went on, mixing slow, defensive poses and quick, hard-hitting jabs in the classic yogarate fighting style.

"We bring you a gift from the king," Stan said.

"Just put it on the table," she said and waved them off.

Stan was glad Serrah had given him some advice.

"Queen Seleza also sends her regards," he said, hoping the real guard didn't have extensive knowledge of the imperial family tree, nor space ship naming conventions.

"Seleza? Why would my grandm- oh, how nice!" she replied, her tone changing mid-sentence as she understood the hidden message.

She turned and gave Stan a warm smile. Then she saw the guard and hesitated.

"Hello again, Tuniklas. I see you brought a friend today. Would you like another cigarette?"

The other guard nodded shyly, though it seemed like they had been talking before.

"Help yourself," the princess said, and pointed to the open pack on the table, "but smoke it on the balcony."

The shy soldier mumbled a thanks, then headed out to light the rolled-up stick of dry leaves.

Stan and Yulia looked in each other's eyes from a distance, waiting until the guard was out of view and hearing distance. He suddenly realized how little he knew about the princess, and that she'd been a complete unknown to him, and vice versa, before their spaceship blew up.

"You smoke?" he finally said.

"No way!" she replied, her lips forming a wicked grin, "only the good stuff!"

Stan grinned back.

"You look ridiculous in that outfit," she said, laughing as she came closer.

"What?" he replied, "I kinda like it!"

"Ridiculous," she repeated, "and it seems uncomfortable too."

The young, gorgeous blonde put her hand in his groin and leaned up for a kiss. He had to bend down to give her one, and as they passionately made out, his heavy cock grew rock hard against the thick pant material.

The princess pulled back and looked at him with hungry eyes.

"Damn. Could you be a dear and push that guard off the balcony? I'm like so fucking horny, and you're making it ten times worse with that bulge of yours."