Eloise and Philippa out riding

Princess Eloise, the Queen's sister-in-law, held her horse to a walk for as the loose, rocky slope eased. Her niece Philippa, Princess Philippa, had preceded her up the slope and had been at the top for several minutes already. She slowly approached her niece, regarding her with a careful eye.

Philippa looked down the far side of the hill at the high road. Another party of ambassadors was advancing toward the great mustering grounds beside the castle that was the summer home for the royalty of Eferia. Already there were richly striped, brocaded, tasselled and flag-topped pavilions and tents covering half the expected places. It was to be a great meeting of nations and races, and there were to be contests and jousts in honor of the peace settlement reached at the end of last year.

And no doubt there would be back-room dealing and intrigue. Philippa's mother, aunt, and royal advisors had been full of advice for how to stay wary amongst a sea of silver-tongued deceivers. For one does not make peace with one's best, most trustworthy friends and allies. None of them would dare do anything truly hostile or offensive, but some of them would be gleeful at embarrassing their hosts and tarnishing their prestige.

Mingle among our loyal allies, if you must, had been the advice. Philippa sighed. The young cavalry officers of the Elleniki were certainly dashing, with their long mustaches and skilled feats of horsemanship. But loyal allies? Not hardly, though they had been on the right side at the end. The representatives of Nessos, King of Centaurs, were wilder and more exciting yet. She smiled, remembering their big bodies flexing as they trotted restlessly around, impatient at being cooped up in their assigned space. She had come down to the field and watched as they had taken their time for exercise, first dashing up and down the field, then starting an impromptu game of melon polo. Or was it kick-the-melon? No matter, they had energetically destroyed several melons with their feet and lance-butts before it was time for them to retire to their space again. Philippa shifted uneasily in her saddle, remembering how one of the centaurs had gazed at her and sprouted an outrageous erection before giving her a grin and joining his fellows.

Philippa's horse sidestepped with her motion.

Eloise cleared her throat. "You should piss again if you can, Philippa," her aunt said. "You may not have a better chance for some time. We will have another busy afternoon of formal greetings and toasts, I'm afraid, and you must be there."

"I feel like a statue in those hot, heavy robes," Philippa said. "With half a chance I'd dress Donato's Rosy-Dawn in my robes and have her greet the hordes. She certainly bests me for coolness and poise."

"Rosy-Dawn lacks animation, alas, and her pedestal is in the East Solarium," Eloise said. "So needs must, it shall be you."

Philippa dismounted and stepped behind a boulder to part her split-tailed riding skirt and urinate.

"Since when have you learned modesty?" Eloise asked.

"Since half of Endowiar camped out on our doorstep to ogle me!" Philippa said.

Eloise dismounted, keeping her riding crop in hand. "You may have to overcome your shyness," she said. "At least three of our oath-bound allies have the right, should they be so bold, to call for a fostering exchange. And in that event, you will stand nude in court beside your brothers and sisters for their inspection."

"No!" Philippa protested.

"Oh yes," Eloise said. "It's not so bad. Your mother and father were obliged to consummate their marriage in court in front of the Dukes. Ask her sometime how I helped her prepare." Eloise stepped round the boulder. Philippa was squatting, her skirts parted and raised, and the prominent buttocks that were part of her family's heritage were sticking out. In Philippa's case they were tight and well-muscled from her athletics. Sometimes she envied her sister-in-law and nieces for their most prominent asset. Eloise also noted that Philippa's pussy lips were swollen and deep pink.

"How?" Philippa said.

"Much like I helped you learn to bear the pain of riding," Eloise said. She lowered her tall frame to a half-kneel beside her niece. "By transforming pain to pleasure, embarrassment to excitement," she said. She tapped Philippa's thigh gently with her riding crop. "This is also a good time for that." Tap, tap, tap, tap. "Before you must go play Princess of the Realm," Eloise said. "A good time for transformation." Eloise tapped Philippa's sensitive inner thighs gently with the riding crop, then moved to Philippa's brown-haired mons, striking slowly and firmly, then back to her swollen pussy lips, quick light taps, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

Philippa sighed at her aunt's attentions. "Yes," she said.

Eloise boldly seized her niece's moist, swollen clitoris in thumb and forefinger and pinched, worrying it gently like a precious, tasty little morsel. Philippa's cunt was every bit as beautiful as her mother Queen Hélène's, with a lighter pink, more prominent clitoris. And as she rolled and pinched that clitoris, Eloise kept lightly tapping Philippa's pussy lips with the crop.

Philippa let out a little shriek. "Auntie!" she cried. "Auntie put it in now!" She spread her buttocks with one hand to make sure they wouldn't get in the way. Eloise reversed the riding crop and plunged the leather-bound handle into Philippa's womb. "Ah!" Philippa called. "Ah yes!"

Eloise diddled her niece, fucking her with the crop and pinch-rubbing her clit to a quick, loud release. Philippa collapsed onto her side, glowing and giggly from her climax. Eloise let Philippa have a moment of rest on the rocky slope, then helped her jelly-legged niece rise to her feet, smoothing down her riding skirts. Eloise kissed Philippa lightly on her lips and rubbed the base of her riding crop under each ear, spreading Philippa's juices like perfume into her pressure points. She then helped Philippa mount into her saddle.

"Perhaps that will help you face this afternoon with more serenity," Eloise said.

"Thank you, auntie," Philippa said.

They descended the upper slopes toward the more traveled horse trail circling the uplands near the castle.

"Shall we cut straight back, Philippa, or descend to the road to see the ambassadors' camps?" Eloise asked.