Random wakfu lemons

To Relax A Princess

"I am going to kill him. Execute him, with my own bare hands. Tomorrow's headlines will state Princess Amalia single-handedly murdered one of the few remaining members of the Eliatropes in the World of Twelve, for interrupting her dinner. More at page 4. "

At least that what she thought she'd do. Princess Amalia of Sadida Kingdom was sitting in her father's castle dining hall, participating in what could only be described as the most boring diplomatic dinner since... well, the last one she was obliged to be a part of.

"Dead. He. Is. So. Dead. " The thoughts raced her mind, as the heat in her body raised, and she was trying not to burst in front of others.
All in all, she remained astonishingly calm and restrained. What other guests couldn't see, was a small energy portal, placed underneath Amalia's red and white dress, in-between her legs. That portal, or rather a pair of skilled fingers exploring Amalia's womanhood through it, was currently causing her to simultaneously experience a moment of extraordinary pleasure and curse her lover's name in her mind.
She never asked Yugo to do that. That morning, all she said was that her royal duties sometimes make her tired, and she wished she could do something about it. It seemed Yugo decided to prove his honour by relieving her stress in the most inappropriate way possible.

The Pandawa guests were fortunately focused on King Oakheart and his collection of unfunny anecdotes. For Amalia, it meant she was able to take a few more otherwise suspiciously deep breaths without anyone taking notice, to contain an approaching orgasm. Yugo's index and middle fingers were slowly sliding in and out of her, while his thumb caressed her lower lips.
Yugo knew very well how to drive his girlfriend mad. Whenever she wanted him to make love slowly, his thrusts were forceful and rapid, bringing the orgasm in a swift and unpredictable way. When she wanted to reach the peak fast, he deliberately slowed his pace, usually making Amalia reach another climax in-between. And more than often, Yugo knew much better what Amalia really desired.

That was not one of those moments.

Despite it ruining her dinner, Amalia was thoroughly impressed by Yugo's achievements in portal magic. He was able to cast them faster and further away, seemingly exceeding himself every time. Over the years, his adventures and training definitely changed him, as Amalia often could not recognise the young and immature boy she met with Eva so long ago. The years also completely changed Amalia's feelings towards young Eliatrope, from platonic friendship, through a two-sided crush to a heated secret romance.

If she could remain this calm for the rest of the dinner, Amalia thought, this could very well end in-
- Ah, Amalia!
The princess jolted, after being brought into reality. With one short sentence, all hope were suddenly lost.
- We would all love to hear some stories about the journeys you've had. - An older Pandawa diplomat turned to her and asked. - It seems you are quite an adventurer for a princess. Is it true that one of your friends wrote about them?
With her body still twitching, Amalia gulped and tried her best to stay focused.
- Yes, Eva... I mean, Evangelyne... - Amalia adjusted her position on the chair - She published her memoirs last year... She obviously had lots of time on her hands, lately...
- Oh, how amazing! - the guest continued - would you be so kind and read one of them to us?
Others nodded approvingly.
- Ah, but unfortunately I don't have a copy. - Amalia replied with the most polite smile she was able to produce under these circumstances - What a shame, I'd love to rea-
- Oh, don't worry, I do! - said prince Armand, handing her the book - Sweet Evangelyne could not resist giving me a signed copy. She had a thing for me, you know? - he winked, turning to the guests.
- Yes, I'm sure her HUSBAND and KIDS would certainly agree with you, brother... - Amalia grumbled.
With a pure hatred in her eyes, Amalia took the printed journals and quickly skimmed through it to find the shortest story possible.

She hoped Yugo heard that conversation through the portal and her lover's tortures has finally ended. Amalia thought she could read the story and carry on through the rest of the dinner, when she felt another very familiar feeling in between her legs.
Amalia's face turned red. Instead of pair of skilled fingers, her womanhood was now caressed by even more experienced tongue of young Eliatrope. The lick sent a jolt of pleasure scattering through her body, almost losing her grip on the book. And if his fingers almost made her cry, she thought, then Yugo's oral skills would certainly be her doom.