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love for your conqueror.’
    Elethrine laughed as Talithea jumped up and struck a deliberately exaggerated posture, throwing her head back and drawing her hand across her brow as if in deep anguish.
    ‘What does he like then?’ the Princess went on. ‘My Prince likes me to kneel, he says it shows me to best advantage, which is so rude!’
    ‘Melkarion prefers to stand,’ Elethrine answered, ‘and pop me on with my legs around his hips so that he can bounce me up and down and watch my face and the way my titties wobble and jump.’
    Elethrine blushed as she spoke, using words that told Aisla her mistress was rapidly becoming excited. Her own body was beginning to respond to the air of excitement and the frank, sexual conversation, which would have been unthinkable among others less intimate.
    ‘That’s beautiful,’ Talithea answered, her voice suddenly thick, ‘sometimes my Prince takes me that way, especially in the woods when we ride together. You’ve made me all wet, Pommette. Shall we do it?’
    ‘No, we daren’t!’ Elethrine stammered. ‘What if my mother caught us!’
    ‘She won’t,’ Talithea answered. ‘She greeted me and immediately excused herself.’
    ‘The High-Demoiselle Seraphinia is supervising the choice of flowers for the wedding,’ Aisla supplied.
    ‘What if she comes for dark roses?’ Elethrine demanded.
    ‘She cut them this morning,’ Aisla answered.
    They glanced guilty at each other.
    ‘Can we? Do we dare?’ Elethrine asked.
    ‘Just a lick!’ Talithea urged. ‘You are so skilled, both of you. You understand my sex. Kavisterion is so clumsy, and his moustache tickles dreadfully!’
    ‘Behind a hedge then,’ Elethrine stammered. ‘In turns, but quickly!’
    Aisla followed as both Talithea and Elethrine scampered into the shade of a tall yew hedge. Her heart was hammering at what they were about to do and the risk it entailed, but the thought of applying her tongue to the Princess’ sex was too delicious to be denied.
    ‘I’m first!’ Talithea declared. ‘I want my titties kissed.’
    ‘But your clothes!’ Elethrine protested.
    ‘It won’t take a moment,’ Talithea answered, ‘not with this gown. There’s no lacing or even a belt, look!’
    Talithea bent, took hold of the hem of her gown, and with one smooth motion lifted it to her chin, exposing her petticoats and then her chemise, with her swollen breasts and bulge of her pregnant belly straining the buttons to reveal little ovals of creamy flesh. Elethrine giggled and blushed and Aisla felt a familiar tingle between her thighs.
    ‘Kiss my tummy,’ Talithea demanded.
    Elethrine gave a final worried glance towards the garden door and dropped to one knee. Aisla watched, her lip trembling, hoping to be invited to join in as her mistress began to undo the buttons on the Princess’ chemise. As each button popped more flesh was revealed, Talithea’s lower belly, her navel, the undersides of her breasts and finally everything as the last button popped. The Princess’ breasts had always been big, but had grown, making two fat balls of soft flesh, each crowned with a big, dark brown nipple that Aisla longed to have in her mouth.
    Aisla’s heart was in her throat as Elethrine kissed the Princess’ swollen belly, once, twice, and began to lick down the central line as Talithea closed her eyes in bliss. Elethrine made a hand motion, signalling Aisla to come close, which she did immediately, answering her need to suckle by taking one of Talithea’s swollen nipples in her mouth. Elethrine rose, mouthing the other breast and together they sucked. Talithea began stroking their hair and pushing her breasts out into their faces, then cupped one in each hand. Aisla nuzzled the plump breast, sucking hard on the nipple, making Talithea moan.
    ‘Bare me, lick me,’ the Princess begged.
    Elethrine began to work up Talithea’s petticoats as Aisla knelt, taking her pleasure in the taut bulge of Talithea’s belly, kissing the