The Queen and the Empress (GxG)

Risking it in The Great Room

WARNING: This chapter contains adult material, if you are not 18+, do not read.

~Sari~

I can't believe we are doing this. I met this girl an hour ago and now she has me sitting on one of the great room tables as she pushes my dress up.

"We have to be quick," I whisper to her, watching the doors for any sign of someone opening them.

"My brother is a talker, and this palace is giant. We have time." Elia glides her warm palms up my thighs as she ducks under my dress.

I can feel her pull down my under-tunic to reveal me. My breath is heavy and I blush at the thought of her seeing how wet I have gotten.

"May I your highness?" Elia asks in a teasing voice.

"Yes," I whisper hastily.

God I have never done this in this public of an area. Sure I have been with a few girls in the stables and the spare rooms, but even then I made sure they were to keep our secret. I have no idea who Elia is or what she is planning to share with anyone.

All my thoughts wash away at the touch of her mouth against me. I gasp for air as her lips begin to kiss and suck. I pull my dress up further so she can have more access and she takes this offering with no hesitation. I feel her tongue against me, pulsing and thrusting into me with hunger. I cover my mouth with one hand as I reach to the edge of the table for grip with the other. I can't help but make muffled noises.

Elia continues on, pushing herself into me and pulling me into her with her her warm, soft hands. My legs squeeze the side of her head lightly as I feel the pressure building up.

It seems like she has definitely done this before. She is so confident. The girls that I have been with in the stables always were so careful and worried. I always worried they were with me because they felt like they needed to serve me as the future empress, not because they were attracted to me.

This is the first time I have ever been so taken. Elia did not seem the least bit concerned with my role, nor did she bother to abide by any social rules.

She keeps a steady pace, pulsing... and pulsing... and pulsing, until I can't take it anymore and squeeze as the feeling erupts all through me. I can barely keep myself quiet as I ride the feeling out against her face- thrusting my hips upwards and nearly breaking the edge of the table with my grip.

Elia slows down and pulls out from under my dress with a smile. I gasp as she pulls me to the very edge of the table, with her body between my legs as I lay on my back.

"Wow, you did so good for me. Who knew the empress-to-be wanted that so badly." Elia teases me with a deliciously flirtatious voice.

I can barley pay attention as I catch my breath and make my way down from the pleasure. I close my eyes and feel Elia's warm hands glide up my waste on top of my dress, and caress my breasts.

"What a beautiful girl. What a shame my brother wants you as well." She lean down to kiss my waist a few times before helping me to sit up.

I can't maintain eye contact with her, my face is too red and I can feel my mind filling with regret and fear. What if people heard? Will Elia tell anyone? What just happened? Am I insane?

"Hey- hey," Elia tilts my face towards hers, "this is our little secret pretty dove." She kisses my cheek then helps me slide down to the floor. My legs feel weak.

I stare in Elia's eyes for a moment, frozen with her as  she holds me up. There is this shimmering blue, not like my icy blue eyes- but darker and deeper, like the ocean. I can't help but want to look in them for longer.