In the name of Art

"If I'm committing myself to something, I prefer to do it well, to the best of my capabilities," Alice said, a determined gaze in her eyes as she began disrobing. Her current dress was a lot easier for her to deal with, and within moments, her body was exposed to the painter in all its naked glory. It was a peculiar feeling, to expose one's self with all the vulnerabilities that come with it. Here she was, without a stitch of clothing in a small room next to a man who she just met today, who's analyzing every facet of her body. No guards, no knights, and no other servants who would interfere. By all rights, this should've been a shameful arrangement , allowing herself to be witnessed like this by a man who isn't her betrothed, but Alice didn't quite think of it that way. No, she felt less shame and more... liberation as she took up the posture that the painter directed her.

Perhaps it was because of the admiring way that Jyre stared at her, the way it made her tingle in all the right places. Indeed, it was a potent reminder of her power, that her beauty could enthrall and seduce even the most stone hearted men. What reason was there to be ashamed in her own gifts? She was the crown princess, the object of every man's lust. Let them gaze upon her, and know what they cannot have. Twisting her body, she allowed her butt to be at the forefront of the portrait, with her waist turning such that her torso was visible only from the side. Her long, golden locks rested on her nipples, obscuring them from view as she stood on her toes, arching her back slightly. One hand reached high in the air, extending before her, as though grasping for something far away, while the other rested her on hips. It was a teasing, tantalizing posture, perfect for a playful goddess who would bestow blessings one moment and disasters with the other. Fittingly, Alice's expression was pulled into a smile, one that only looked serene and gentle at first glance, but any sharp eyed observer can sense the depth of malevolence and danger hidden within.

Satisfied with his subject, Jyre immediately got to work, his face pulled into an expression of sharp concentration while he worked, and Alice found herself alone with her thoughts as she remained still, not moving a single muscle. As a result, she closed her eyes as she let her mind wander to ease her boredom. She imagined herself as this goddess in question, swimming freely across the oceans, untethered by mortal laws and conventions, free from the trappings of society, able to do as she pleased. Swaths of worshippers would curry her favor, and if fortune favored them, she might show deign to show herself before them, clad only in the frothing sea water and little else. They would kneel and pray, but mixed within their piety is sure to be lust, and if one of them were to be bold enough...

Alice's eyes snapped open in a panic as her thoughts derailed in a direction that it decidedly should not have gone in, and she could feel a heat expanding within her core despite the low temperature in the room. Her nipples stood at attention, and it certainly wasn't just the cold that caused it. Only now, did a hint of embarrassment course through her veins, but it was far weaker than the arousal that dominated her thoughts. For the rest of the session, she tried and failed her think about other things, her mind always drifting back to the scandalous thoughts.

The minutes felt agonizingly slow, and her muscles ached as she maintained her posture, yet the real killer was her need to satisfy her desire and quench the fire burning with her. She was damn glad that her back was to Jyre, because she was worried that he could see signs of her inflamed passion from the front. By the time the painting was done, she practically collapsed in exhaustion.

"As promised, here is the gold," The old man said, placing a pouch on the ground next to her clothes. "It was an honor working with you, your highness. If the fates favor me, perhaps there will be another chance."

"Yes...I agree," Alice replied curtly, making no move to pick up the gold or her clothes. "I wish you all the best in your future endeavors as well, good man."

She managed to hold things together for a few more seconds as Jyre left, and then her hands immediately found her wet pussy, rubbing with an intensity that she's never had before. Her clit was extra sensitive, and each touch sent electrical shocks throughout her body. Kneeling on the ground, she bit down on her lips as she rubbed herself to earthshaking orgasm, her whole body quaking and quivering, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her toes curled in ecstasy. With a thump, she fell sideways onto the floor, but she hardly felt the impact. It took almost ten minutes for her to cool down as her senses returned to her. Panting, she quickly cleaned up her own mess as she got dressed, tucking the gold away as she left, vowing not to speak of this matter to anyone. Not even Kathy.