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“O-Oh…it’s quite…absent.”
Cleo’s exposed ears twitched while she squirmed and gazed at the rather lascivious gift. A gift to her, courtesy of the Chanzelian princess who had so generously donated the use of her Landship on their journey to the North. While the use of such a fine vessel was a boon enough, as well as her newfound lack of duties in a kitchen fully staffed, left her with very little to do before the meals. Except to appraise this rather…obscene present, courtesy of Princess Chelle.
“Is this what is considered fashionable among humans?” the time-touched Sylvan mused as she looked at herself. The attire itself was simple enough - a black pair of small clothes. However, what made it so striking was both the ties on the sides of the panties as well as underneath the cups of the bra. Well, all that, plus the rather intricate lacy pattern emblazoned on the cups and the crotch lining.
The rosette belle tugged and pulled at the tight straps that dug against her shoulders and along her hips. “It’s…quite small,” she noted as her cheeks glowed as brightly as her favorite oven.
Still, she couldn’t deny that she rather liked it, in a sense. It was very comfortable for one, and the boldness made her feel like when she grasped the ancient, magical wand that her dear late King Alberius had granted her. The same one that leaned against the mirror while she observed herself from all angles.
Cleo picked up her robust chest and let it bounce between her fingers. The lingerie held it up nicely as it bobbed and flopped up and down before her eyes. She turned on her side and looked over her shoulder to appraise her butt, which the negligee seemed to struggle to cover. “Surely I’m not that unfit, am I?” she lamented as she eyed her plush rear with some sadness in her pink eyes.
“Wait, I’m thinking about this all wrong. This is Chelle’s gift, yes?” the Sylvan mused to herself. She did a turn around along the three-sided mirror that reflected her every action to her. The way her body - oft covered in her favorite dress or the gallant robe that she’d taken to using, was on such a bold and evocative display. “Oh my - that felt…rather uplifting,” she noted with a small smile beneath her reddened cheeks.
Cleo posed some more, even a few of the strange ones that Nadine insisted on whenever she waved Clix around. The belle stumbled a bit, but slowly got some sense of rhythm as she pushed out her hips or lifted her hand up. Her legs twirled around and rubbed against her thighs as a light and airy giggle escaped the usually-reserved sylvan’s lips. She acted on instinct and impulse alone and was soon a glow - both from her cheeks and from a layer of sweat over her taxed body.
O-Oh-hoooh my…that was exhausting,” she mumbled as she stumbled back into a nearby chair and knocked over her wand. Her hand caught her just before her rump hit the seat while she looked over at the mirror. The mature body and figure that greeted her felt so…out of place, and yet so right to her.
“What would it have been like if…if back then I…”
“Oh, Milord?”
Alberius turned from the papers on his desk and choked back a gasp in shock that echoed through his chambers at the Halidom. “C-Cleo?” he gawked at the castle’s caretaker.
She smiled and slowly slinked away from the doorframe as her hand slid down to her shapely hips. Slowly she walked into his chambers with a sashay in her hips and a certain hunger in her gaze. “Milord, it is late, and my duties to the Halidom have concluded for the day,” she explained to him as she bowed and let her robust bosom bounce before his eyes.
Alberius - the savior of the lands, tried to address her but found himself quite distracted. Especially as the rosette beauty crawled into his lap and straddled atop him with her chest in his face and her crotch against his. “However…I still have one last matter to attend to…if you would permit me~” she fluttered her eyes and licked her lips…
…
“Oh! Oh! O-Oh YESSSSS!”
Cleo bounced and gasped atop Alberius as his thick, mighty sword plunged her tight Sylvan pussy. The loud wet slaps echoed through her exposed ears as she arched back and moaned in bliss. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and crossed along his nape while she felt his hands roam between her voluptuous hips and her supple buttcheeks. “Oh M-Mmmmilooooord!” she wheezed out loud.
Alberius said nothing and simply leaned forward to capture her lips with his. The sudden attack made her eyes fly open before they slowly fluttered down. The heart within her pupils seemed to pulse and glow with the same bright warmth as her rosy cheeks. She tightened her arms around his neck and rubbed her nipples through the thin bra and against his rugged chest.
Cleo’s hips rolled and clapped down at a pace that left her sweaty as she panted into his mouth. The King made no issue or qualm known of her state or antics while he wrestled her tongue with his. Her bare thighs rubbed between his own legs and the armrests of the sturdy chair while her toes curled and trembled in elated bliss.
Close - she was so, so very close. She could practically taste it as he pushed his tongue deep into her open mouth.
“M-Moooohh-”
“Haaaaahoooo”
Cleo arched back in her chair on the Grandship with her knuckle in her mouth. Her hand gripped the polished, smooth shaft as she pumped the dulled end of her cherished wand into her eager, wet pussy again and again. Soft, lacy fabric remained bunched against her thigh and loins, much as the bra was lopsided with one of her pebbly nipples free to bounce in the cool air. Tears leaked down her clenched eyes and over her rosy cheeks as she frisked herself more and more.
“Moh…M-Moooooh Hah-eeeeeeuuuuh”
Errrrk.
“Cleo? It’s almost time…for…din-ner.”
The sylvan froze as her fantasy shattered behind her closed eyes. Her heart leaped right up from her bosom and into her throat while she willed and wished to Ilia, Elysium, and whatever other gods may listen and grant her mercy. Anything not to have to crack one eye open and stare at the gob-smacked Prince in her doorway.
“E-Euden,” she gulped with the wand still in her loins. Nearly every part of her wanted to scream at him to leave so she could crawl into a corner and die. The way he looked at her…it didn’t repulse her, but she felt his eyes like daggers on her pale skin. Just as the words to ward him off welled in her throat…she paused. She paused for the one, tiny part of her that had fostered and nurtured her prior fantasy.
And now told her to make it reality.
“P-Prince Euden…” the sylvan belle panted as she rolled her hips. Her hand shifted off the wand’s shaft and instead reached up to her puffy loins. “P-Please…come in,” she bid him as her other finger beckoned him…
“OH! OH! OH! OOOOH!”
Cleo howled and grabbed the sheets over her head as her bosom bounced under the rigors of the royal ravishings. She tossed and turned and squirmed beneath the Seventh Scion while he took her bid of offered silence. The way each thrust forced her against the sweaty bedsheets made her eyes roll back until she lost sight of her discarded wand and the lopsided chair from earlier. “Oooh, D-Don’t stooop!” she screamed and writhed.
Alberius grunted and sped up inside her as the bed shifted and trembled beneath them. His hands grabbed her breasts as her nipples poked out through the offered slits in her bra. The way his fingers sunk into her supple tit-flesh curled her toes before she locked her legs over his hip. “P-Please, Milord- harder!- f-fa-”
“-aaaster!”
Euden complied to his friend’s wishes and increased his pace. The thunderous claps of skin on skin made her ears shake and twitch. Her voluminous hair cascaded around her body like a puddle of pink and blue as she looked up at him with eyes awash in lust and elated tears.
“M-Milord Alberius,” she panted as her lips trembled…
“Pruh-Prince Euden,” Cleo mumbled as she looked him right in the eyes.
King Alberius groaned over her.
Prince Euden leaned down and met her lips with his.
The fantasy melted away as her desires and realities became as one. No longer did she suffer the reflection of her late, dear master as she instead beheld the visage of her current liege and dear companion. He slowly pressed himself down atop her as her legs shook behind his hips. She released her hand from the bed and wrapped it around his back as they deepened their kiss.
“Mmmm~”