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"Alright, You can sleep with me tonight." It was perfectly acceptable; even in this country. Women, and even men often slept in the same bed for warmth. "All of this..." at the word 'this', she reached out and tweaked Diane's nipple, twisting it slightly for a bit of pain and effect. "...needs to simmer inside you for a while." Releasing the girl's nipple, she headed into the one that was obviously not Valere. And by that, she meant the right room. Odd as it was, the twins had always shared a suite, and Valere took the left, Honore the right.

Smiling, she turned and crooked her finger. "Come along my dear, I won't bite. A small grin as she looked at the nipple she'd tweaked. "At least not yet..." if that comment didn't scare the girl off, nothing would. Training such as this was not for the faint of heart.
 
Diane took a wobbly step towards Honore. "Would my husband make me feel like this," she asked, her body still burning. There was a slight disappointment that Honore stopped. Everything in her cried out for more. She placed one hand over the breast that Honore had tweaked.

She wasn't going to go back now. She not only wanted to learn how to please her husband, but she now wanted to learn everything about pleasure. That little taste had fueled a desire in her. Taking her nightgown in her hands, she said, "Maybe I should try things your way, sleep in the nude. Surely, only Anstaria is this prudish and Lord Martinez might expect me to be comfortable in my own skin."
 
"If you wish to please him, then yes, I'd say this might be so." True, Danbarians expected their women to remain chaste and covered in public, but a truly passionate woman could keep her man by her side. Coming back towards the princess, she knelt down slightly and lifted the garment without another word, her hands sliding along Diane's skin, the back of her arms catching the dressing gown to lift it over the girls head. As the garment was finally removed, both of the naked women were pressed together. Crushing the gown in her hand, she held Diane against her with it as she leaned down for another kiss, the entire length of their bodies pressed together as Honorè went for another searing kiss.

"Come along, sweetling. It's time for bed..."
 
Diane brought a hand up to stroke along Honore's soft skin as she kissed the Comtess back. She knew she should feel ashamed, standing there naked for another person, but she didn't. Instead, she felt liberated and sexy and desirable. When Honore motioned for them to go to the bed, she followed.

Taking a bit of initiative, Diane reached out and let her hands cup Honore's breasts. Just as Honore had done to her, she massaged and tweaked her nipples. "Show me everything," Diane said breathlessly. "I want to learn all you know."
 
Honorè smiled and enjoyed the sensation that the other woman's hands brought to her body. But unlike Diane, she knew how to use that to focus her intent. "That would take more time than we have. Hopefully, your husband will be kind and teach you what else you need to know, or perhaps hire another tutor. It is not unheard of." She slowly removed the girls hands from her breasts, and led her into the bedroom. The slaves had done their job and turned down the bed and were thankfully out of sight; a reward might be needed for this batch, they were becoming very efficient.

Turning the girl slightly so that Diane's back was to the bed, she grasped the girl lightly but firmly around the wrists and bent her head down. This time she did not kiss her, but took one of the still perky nipples in her mouth, sucking and drawing it to a tight painful pucker before biting down on it with her teeth sharply. Enough to garner a gasp from the inexperienced girl before sucking again gently and flicking her tongue over it's peak. After teasing this nipple, she then moved to the other, repeating the motions. If her knees would not hold her, she'd gently press Diane down to the bed.
 
Diane gasped as Honore's lips touched her nipples. Holding the Comtess to her breasts, she moaned low. Each tug was sending liquid fire through her body. It was pulling at something in her core, causing an ache between her legs. She closed her eyes as she felt the bed against her back.

"Honore," she moaned, arching up to the more experienced woman. By instinct, she parted her legs and let the woman lay between them, her hips pushing up to make contact with Honore's body. Her hands moved over Honore's skin, carassing every inch she could touch. "Please, Honore," she gasped. "Please, don't stop."
 
Honorè's body lifted so only the weight of her breasts were touching Diane, knowing that the torment would be sweet, to watch the girl writhe. With a back thought, she wondered if the prince was sleeping peacefully yet or still thinking of her. But she quickly kept her mind where her body was and slid her hands down Diane's body, molding and moving the bits of flesh as she would. But her mouth kept busy upon the young nubile woman's breasts.

But her hand slid down further and further until it reached the apex of the girl's torso. Sliding it across her stomach, she used her thumb to seek out the slit hidden among the downy hair there. Once her finger had touched the clit, she lifted her head from Diane's breasts and smiled down at her. "This is the secret to a woman's pleasure, my dear." her thumb sliding across the nub with a well practiced hand. "It is Gersemi's pearl." With her thumb still rubbing the pearl, the rest of her hand slid around, and one finger slid across her moist entrance before dipping that one finger inside her slit. "And this Gersemi's gate..." Slowly, she worked her finger in and out, watching the girl and her responses.
 
Diane arched to that touch, her breathing coming in pants at the first glimmer of pleasure. "I don't know who Gersemi is," she moaned, "but by the gods, I thank her." She gripped the bedsheets, not sure of what she was supposed to do. Her body knew, pushing up to meet the slowly thrusting fingers. It was an invasion. She had never thought that anything would go down there, but she felt like this was right.

In the back of the pleasure, she took note of what Honore was doing. It would only be polite to show her teacher what she learned, after all. Assuming she didn't burn alive from the flames that Honore ignited in her.

"I feel," she moaned, writhing on the bed under the onslaught of new pleasure. She couldn't describe it more then that. She felt like she was going to fly apart in a wave of bliss.
 
"Good...now tighten your entire lower body. Tighten every muscle you have. It will sweeten the pleasure." Another finger slipped in then, pushing against the upper walls and then moving around the inside of Diane's sweet body, pressing at certain points, and playing at others. But she only did this for a few minutes.

"Relax...now I want you to do to your breasts what I did to them earlier. Play with them, tease them, pinch them until you feel pleasure again..." And with that order, she moved backwards, her hands sliding away, even as she spread Diane's thighs apart, and put her own head in its place. Moving her hands inward, she pried apart the soft hair and lips of her labia, spreading them until Diane would feel like she could peer at the very inside of her body. And then she knelt. "And this is worshiping at Gersemi's temple." And with that, her lips wrapped around Gersemi's pearl and her tongue delved between her gates, sliding its length in and out of her body in a motion similar to that of her fingers, but not deep enough to allow Diane any release. Frustrating the sweet girl as much as she was able. Her hands would hold her down, not letting her body rise too much from the bed as she devoured the maiden's sweet flower and nectar, playing with her, toying with her, and allowing no release, she knew the signs to watch for, and if she saw them, she would stop.
 
Diane moaned, tightening when Hononre told her to. The jolt of pleasure increased and she gasped. When Honore told her to relax, she forced herself to do so. At Honore's command, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts. She had never known that touching them would bring such bliss. She massaged her hands over her globes, tweaking her nipples. That instant of pain and pleasure nearly took her breath away.

She nearly jumped up when she felt Honore's tongue inside her sex. This was something she had never thought of. She kept her hands on her breasts, floating in the bliss. There was a gathering in her body, but Honore was keeping it at bay. Diane felt like she was a dam, and if only she could just let it all flow out.

"Please," Diane moaned as she tweaked her nipples, "please Honore. I need something. I feel like it's gathering. Please, I need release."
 
Those were just the words that Honorè wanted to here. Smiling to herself, she stood up while the girl seemed lost in pleasure and crawled across the bed, picking Diane up with ease, the movement probably startling her. Carrying her slightly, she pushed the girl up to the head of the bed. Reaching over to the back of the bed, she checked it; and sure enough the slaves had done as expected, and she brought up two straps of leather, and with long practice wrapped them around her wrists and tightened the belts into place, and therefore locking Diane's hands into place before she could fully realize it.

By this time, Diane should have enough sense to come out of it at least slightly unless she was more sensitive than Honorè bargained for. "This is all part of the training, sweet girl." No longer a princess, but a sweet girl, which is what Honorè wanted her to think of herself as. "Tonight you'll sleep like this, with my hands to touch you as free as any husband, but you'll find no release. Oh yes.." She realized she'd forgotten something. With a quick, hard kiss to Diane's lips, she climbed off the bed and moved to the bottom of the bed again, finding the other straps. Splitting Diane's legs apart in a spread eagle, she strapped each leg down as well, so that she could not find release by rubbing her legs together. Satisfied with her handiwork, she climbed back into bed, bringing not the silky sheet that might have soothed Diane's ache a little; this she discarded. No, she brought the scratchy blanket that was meant for warmth. After all, the girl wasn't used to the chill of the night. Laying down beside her, she played with Diane's breasts, the globes delightful in her hands as she teased and tormented them, curious how the young girl's brain was processing all of this.
 
Being tied up did cool her lust a bit, but she was still aching for that denied release. Diane tested the straps while Honore tied her legs. "Is this what my husband will do," Diane asked. This was a side of Danbar that she never thought of, or was this only something that Goldspar did? She wiggled a bit as Honore played with her breasts, the scratchy blanket rubbing erotically on her senstitive skin. Everything was causing her heightened senses to go haywire.

She arched the best she could to pushe herself up to Honore. It escaped her notice that all Honore called her was sweet girl, only focusing on the pleasure that the other woman was teaching her. Her mind was swimming in a sea of pleasure. She couldn't move to find her release and Honore had said she wouldn't allow it.

"Please," Diane begged. "Please, I need release. I'll do what you want."
 
Masako would return to her quarters, tired of all of waht was going on and went back into her room and flopped down on the bed without bothering to draw the blankets back or dressing down for bed. It didn't bother her really and she'd soon be out like a light laying diagonally across the bed with her forearm over her eyes. She was a quiet sleeper and didn't tend to snore or toss and turn at night; in fact she was more or less "dead to the world." Reina would remain in the hallway, sitting in a corner leaning back against the wall, with a gesture, an orb of pure darkness would form around him, blocking out all forms of light; it was the only way he found he could sleep in a place like this. But it blended in with the other shadows in the area so nobody would probably notice it til the morning.
 
Her voice was almost loving, but very firm as she knelt over Diane. Holding the girl’s chin with one hand she spoke. “Sweet girl, this night I have asked you three times if you wished my instruction.” As she said the word three, she took three fingers and moved them from her sternum down the girl’s body, lifting the blanket as she drew them down to her pelvic region, the tip of her middle finger pushing against the nub of her ‘pearl’, moving it back and forth to make sure the girl was paying attention. “Three times you replied that you did. If you are to have my instruction you will not ask for release at every new thing. Everything I do, I do for a reason.” She sighed, in truth this was the most tedious part of any training, getting over the initial hesitation and fear.

“You ask if your husband might do this, and the truth is, he might. Danbarians are known for the exotic tastes in their belongings. And make no mistake of it, sweet girl. You will be a belonging. Your husband will own you. But you can purchase gifts of freedom with your body. Your brother also purchased an alliance with Danbar with your body. ” This statement was a bit cruel, but it was a matter of fact that Diane needed to understand. “Is it any less important that you use it? You who must live with it, than your brother who if he truly wished has to never see you again?” Not that she believed he would, but that he could. During this time, she continued to play with Diane’s most private of regions, her nimble fingers teasing and tormenting the girl.

“If you say nay at this point, I will release you, but I will not teach you anything more. This is a thing your husband will not give you. He will simply seek another. But if you wish it, I will give you your nightgown and send you back to your room, and we will never speak of this again. You will be left forever wondering what could have been, what pleasure you could have known. Make your choice. I wish to sleep.” At those words, she removed her hands from Diane completely, letting her feel their absence. The sensitivity would remain, the blanket would still scratch, but there was no true hope of relief without Honorè’s help. That is what she needed to see and decide upon. Once decided, she would either release Diane or she would go to sleep cradling the girl, only lightly teasing her as she tried to sleep.
 
Tears pricked at the corners of Diane's eyes. She had been raised to not annoy or trouble anyone, and felt as if she had just failed Honore. "I want to learn more," she said softly. "I won't ask for release again. I promise." She gripped the straps around her wrists, trying to ignore how her body ached. She hadn't known she wasn't supposed to ask for release. Now, she knew.

"I will abide by your rules," Diane said. "Please, don't end our lessons. I want to learn." When Honore curled around her, Diane stayed awake, thinking about what the comtess had said. Her body was all she could call her own. She had been raised to just submit to her husband, but Honore made her see that she could hold some power. She wondered what power she could wield, and if any of it would work on Lord Martinez.

A wicked thought entered her mind, and she wondered if Honore's lessons would work on any guy. She could use her wiles to help her brother with the peace treaty. She wasn't sure if she could go as far as sex, but it was tempting to think she might have something more to offer then her title.

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As the sun rose the next morning, Gavin woke in his bed. He had a very restless night with visions of Honore dancing in his head. He quickly dressed and got himself ready. Out in the gardens, a table was set up for his breakfast. He hoped Honore would join him, but he would understand if she chose to sleep in. He had last seen her with his sister, and he knew that Diane could talk anyone's ear off when she wanted to learn more about them. He hoped Diane hadn't bored Honore.

Putting on the fur cape that the Comtesses had given him, he left for the gardens.
 
As the dawn broke the day, Honorè stretched her body, feeling every muscle pull with strength and agility. Turning to her bed partner, she smiled to herself as she reached one hand over the girl's body and rubbed her hand down the soft skin to her pubis, running her hand along to the slit that hid the most precious pearl. And this is how Honorè would wake Diane, her hands delving into private folds, fingers slick thrusting into her most secret of places even as her head bent down and took the girl's nipple in her mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh with enough force to light another fire within. But each served their purpose. Honorè had things to attend to,such as Diane's brother, and she had things to tell Diane first, regarding her instructions.
 
Diane woke to find herself moaning and writhing against Honore. She bit her lip to keep from embarassing herself before her teacher and friend. Leaning her head back, she arched to Honore's touch. Her whole body was on fire and begging for her first release, but she knew she would be denied. She had promised to not ask Honore for release, and she meant to keep that promise no matter how hard it was.

She managed to whimper out, "Good morning, Comtess," in between her muffled moans. Her hands grabbed the straps until she could feel the leather bite into her flesh.
 
Lifting her head, she smiled at Diane; it was a lovely way to wake up. "Good morning, sweet girl." She brought her hand up, covered with the sweet tang of Diane's own body to the girl's lips, making her taste of herself. "Know this, and know that it is good. Never believe that it is evil." once she had gotten acknowledgment for her statement, she would continue, her fingers playing about Diane's lips, letting her do what she would with them.

"I have several instructions for you today. First, you shall wear your hair down. From my understanding, this is not untoward for a maiden. But it will make you more attractive to men. They will think of what your hair would look like spread upon their coverlets. This too gives you power. Also, think on a signale. This is a word that will have me to stop your training at any point. But using it will have me stopping completely. There will still be no release until I decide you are ready. This is the only reason I will stop the training once started. For the term of our engagement dear, you are as much mine, as you would be your husband. Also today, I want you to think about everything I have made you feel. I do mean everything. Even if it includes shame. We must know it so we can prove it false." And she leaned down, pressing her lips hard to Diane's biting the lip so that for a good portion of the day, Diane would feel the blood throbbing there and think on it all. "Is that all clear?"
 
Eloran woke swiftly as Gavin did, his ears perked up when his Prince started to rise in the adjoining room. He stretched, muscles lightly aching from wearing his armor all day yesterday, and not having had any proper exercise. He sat quietly for a moment, and looked at himself in a mirror. He sniffled, looked away from the glass, and considered his outfit options.

Scale mail, then, today. He opened his large wardrobe, filled with his gear. His scale armor was shiny black, and he donned it along with a crimson cloak, and hurried out to catch up with Gavin in the hallways.

"Getting breakfast?" he asks.
 
Diane nodded, still tasting herself on her tongue. It was a musky taste, not unpleasant but different. It was a taste she wouldn't mind on her tongue again.

"Wear my hair down," she repeated. "That is easy to do." In truth, she had been thinking about doing that anyway. "And you want me to think of word to stop my training? What if, something you are teaching me scares me, but I don't want my whole training? We can work through something that scares me, or hurts me. Should I come up with two words? One to stop the whole training, and one to slow down?"

She could easily agree to the rest of Honore's demands. She would think about everything even without being ordered to. it would be on her mind regardless. She did have more questions, being inquisitive by nature. Even if that was frowned on, she was always brimming with questions.

"What about my lunch with Lord Martinez," she asked. "How should I act around him?" He would be her husband soon. Should she be seductive or meek? What if he expected something from her? Now she was worried about disappointeing so many people.

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Gavin nodded to Eloran. "Yes, breakfast in the gardens. It's a lovely day and I feel that today will be more productive." He smiled, thinking of Honore. "Oh, and I plan on seeing Father later today. You will be acting as my bodyguard today, Ritter Eloran." He wanted to keep an eye on the Ritter Hex and nip any friction in the bud.
 
"Yes, my Prince." his expression is distant, and he follows in silence, his scales slithering softly as he follows.
 
There, now Diane had gotten a laugh from Honorè; a genuine one. "No, sweet girl. I will not stop it permanently. Only to allow you to ready yourself or save that particular training for later. We have agreed. We will not stop the training for anything until one of us leaves here. The word is only a temporary stop. There is no need for two words." She tweaked each of the girl's nipples till they stood at painful attention.

"As for Lord Martinez...I think you should act demure, but let him see you think about the things I've done to you. Like so..." she turned the full power of her gaze upon Diane, letting her see the heat and desire, that Honorè was already thinking of things to do to the young woman. With a flutter of her lashes, it was gone. "That will fuel his desire even if he doesn't know why." Just as it likely fueled Diane's own.

Sitting down, she reached over, and released Diane's arms, rubbing them slowly in circles to bring back the circulation. "One other thing, you may not touch me anymore without my permission. Like your husband, you must look to me as if I am the center of your world. You will learn what pleases me. And through that, you will learn how to look to see what will please your husband. Eventually, I will not have to tell you what pleases me, you will seek it yourself. Now go and stand at the foot of the bed" the straps at her ankles would allow this much but not more.

Once Diane had done so, Honorè reached over to a box that sat beside her bed. She did not allow Diane to see within, but locked it firmly after pulling a single long ribbon from its depths. With this, she wrapped it around Diane's waist and around each leg in such a manner as to create a V, the ribbon slipping right through the girl's nether regions and would constantly rub against her all day. "This is so you do not forget me. You may not remove it, but you may remove your leg straps, replace your nightgown upon your body and go to dress in your room. I will see you again this after noon when the ladies retire." With a firm swat to Diane's backside, she'd send her on her way.
 
The Lodite princes sat in there room staring back at eh guards that held them virtual prisoners in there own room. Their blood was no longer boiling as it was last night but still they were clearly not in the mood to be discussing any sorts of peace. Many times Deston thought about making the large man in front of him set aflame. He found the idea very amusing, especially when he found they were not out of their room until discussions were to begin.

Tansen punched Deston in the arm, acting much like young brothers do. "I blame you ya know?"
"Me? What did I do?! Your the one that yelled at the captain of the guard!"
"I wouldn't have yelled at him had someone been able to make keep a secret!" The two continued to bicker in there room, providing entertainment for themselves, and the guards that had staid there the majority of the night.
 
Diane dressed quickly and went to her room to get formally dressed. She kept her secret ribbon from the servants as she put on a dark hunter green and gold gown. Her dark red hair was kept down, brushed into silky waves and a strand of gold and pearls strung through it so that she glittered.

She had breakfast in her rooms and stayed there, reading. She was nervous about her lunch with Martinez and practiced her heated looks in a mirror. She didn't want to ruin a thing. She was Honore's student, and, if she were honest, she was Honore's girl. If Martinez could make her feel half as good, she would enjoy marriage.

Around the palace, breakfast was brought up to the various delegates' rooms so they could dine in private. On each plate was a welcome letter from the king, who was too sick to take charge of the meetings. There was also a note that he would like to speak the delegates in private, to welcome them to the kingdom. Though on his death bed, he was still in charge and he would act like it.
 
"Is it wise to consort with both siblings, sister dear."

Valere watched as the princess left the quarters before removing herself from the shadows. Clad in the simplest of gowns the woman still struck an imposing figure. A smile pulled at her features as she crossed to her the comtesse, cupping the soft flesh of Honore face she stroked the skin.

But her eyes hardened and the smile fled as she struck her sister.

"I swear you would ruin us with your frivolous pursuits of the flesh. What if I had not finished my work?"

With a shove the Comtesse sent her sister back into the bed she'd spent the night toying with the crown princess of a country that hated her. Careful measured strides had her standing over the fallen women and felt passion at the display. Leaning over the bed she touched the sides of her beautiful sister.

"Don't get me wrong sister dear; but we have only just begun. You would pluck the fruit before it is ripe and all would go to waste."

As she talked her body lowered itself and her slender fingers tightened upon the flesh. Her breath became heavy as the scent of sex upon her sibling drew her into a sort of madness. Lips parted and descended upon Honore with hunger, teeth nipped and bit and a most jealous and possessive of growls rumbled in the throat of Valere.

"Dear sister, you are mine as I am yours. Please do not forget."

The comtesse laid pressed against her sister with loving passion.
 
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