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top of the mound and burrowing her tongue into the shallow button. The lifted petticoats pushed against her face as Elethrine burrowed her head in. Talithea groaned more deeply still as wet, smacking sounds started from under her petticoats. Aisla ducked down as Talithea pulled up her petticoats to expose herself. Elethrine had the Princess’ drawers and pantalettes split wide, her face buried in the elaborate folds of lace as she licked. Forgetting etiquette entirely, Aisla pushed her face in beside her mistress, smelling the rich scent of hot female sex. Talithea pushed out her hips and Aisla’s lips met flesh, kissing the plump, hairy mound of Talithea’s sex, kissing Elethrine and together starting to lick. Their tongues were touching as they shard Talithea’s sex, lapping at her clitoris with ever more urgency. The Princess began to whimper and Aisla slid a finger into the wet, receptive hole of her vagina, then another. Talithea came, grinding her sex in their faces and making odd, choking sounds. They kept licking, clutching at Talithea’s bottom and thighs, stroking, smacking and scratching until the Princess could stand no more and screamed aloud.
    Aisla rose, urgent for her own pleasure, pulling up her dress to show herself off. Elethrine responded, burying her face in her Aisla’s crotch regardless of the impropriety of going down on her knees to her maid. Talithea shock herself, then laughed at the sight. A moment later and Elethrine’s skirts and petticoats had been hauled high by the Princess, exposing the plump ball of her bottom, tight within heavily frilled drawers. Two swift motions and Elethrine’s drawers and pantalettes were apart, display her naked rear.
    At the sight of her mistress’ bare behind so rudely exposed Aisla began to come, sighing deeply as Elethrine’s tongue worked on her clitoris. Talithea knelt, gave Elethrine’s bottom a hard smack on each cheek and buried her face between them. For one moment Aisla could actually see the Princess’ tongue pressed to Elethrine’s anus, licking bottom in the most intimate and abased of acts. At that Aisla’s orgasm hit its peak, with her mind burning with delight in seeing Elethrine’s bottom smacked by hand and Talithea tongue a bottom hole.
    Elethrine went on licking, bringing Aisla to another, lesser peak, then a third as she started to come herself. Aisla held her, stroking her mistress’ head as the orgasm went through her with Talithea’s nimble tongue working on her clitoris, until at last it began to die. For a moment they stayed in position, each delighting in the intimacy of their act, only to break apart and quickly rearrange their dishevelled clothing until there was no evidence of misbehaviour.
    ‘So,’ Elethrine said coolly, reverting to the poised demoiselle with no more than a hint of playful pastiche, ‘you are well, I trust, Princess, and have been blessed with a fine son, so I understand.’
    ‘The apple of his father’s eye,’ Talithea replied, ‘or at least of Prince Kavisterion’s, the true father being Simooth the troll. It is a convenient coincidence that my darling Prince and Simooth share so many characteristics.’
    ‘Simooth, like all trolls, was stark bald, as I recall,’ Elethrine stated cautiously.
    ‘Little Kavi is not, by good fortune,’ Talithea replied. ‘It is in build and behaviour that he resembles his true father, but both find favour in my Prince’s eyes. There is less happy news as well, indeed, something of a scandal.’
    ‘Indeed?’
    ‘My cousin, Sulitea, has been confined in the celibentuary at Kavas-Arion.’
    ‘No!’
    ‘I fear so.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘She lost her head over a duel, offering herself to the winner.’
    ‘A fine way to surrender, surely?’
    ‘Not so, the contest was fought between the town dung-gatherer and a butcher.’
    ‘Ah, but surely her purity girdle…’
    ‘Sadly not, it was of pure silver, most beautifully wrought, as mine used to be. The