Liandra chooses the candle.

Liandra swallowed, her face flushed with arousal. "I don't think I can make it back to my chambers," she told the Duke. The touch of her dress on her buttocks was a constant, tingling stimulation, even standing still.

Arthos smiled. He moistened his finger and thumb, pinched out a candle and twisted its wick to a nub. He lifted it from its holder and offered it to Liandra. "Your highness," he said. "I will guard the door while you apply this, if you wish, so you may return to your chambers. Or I can offer more personal assistance for your discomfort. I am at your service, whatever your choice."

Liandra whimpered and snatched the candle from his hand.

"Wise, your highness." Arthos sketched a half-bow and retreated.

Liandra braced the candle on the floor, raised her skirts and sat down. Sobbing as the tip missed its target, she held her breath and tried again. The hot greasy tip penetrated her anus, bringing pain but relief, blessed relief. Her voice lifted in a loud moan of pleasure.

The Princess of Luxius rode the candle with vigor, her anal ring pulsing with delightful squeezes as the wax shaft filled her. Such a delicious feeling, the smooth candle sliding in and out. Her eyes squeezed tight shut as the sensations from her aching, craving rectum radiated through her body, filling her with warmth. Her lips burned, wanting kisses. Her nipples swelled, aching for touch. Her own pink pearl throbbed at the gate of her virgin womb.

Her voice rose in an orgasmic moan. "Ai! Ai! Ai!" she cried out as her body writhed on the impaling shaft. The world filled with light and warmth, and she floated away on the bliss.