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Freshwater Awakening (Rania Lark and darkest_fate)

"Oh, look at all you people!" Minthe cooed as various merchants came closer. She giggled, smiling at several of them and wiggling her fingers. To think that so many people wanted to help them out! She looked at various clothes, noting the offerings. One of the clothing people she all but dismissed out of hand: their stuff was clearly set up for the locals: quite sturdy, quite plain, and fairly priced. She even told them so, adding sadly that it wasn't quite what she was looking for. The pout the naiad put on soothed a lot of the hurt feelings.

It probably helped that Minthe all but squealed as she saw the elf. She sidled up to the stall, waving Ivy over. "Elves!" she said, clapping her hands. "I was just telling my--" she looked to Ivy, brow furrowing, "what are you? My... frieeeeend?" she smiled, then shrugged, looking to the elf. She winked, then moved over to look. "She's definitely going to want some new underthings. Elfish silk, "she looked to Ivy, scanning up and down, "about... three pairs?" Minthe then leaned up, whispering sizes into the elfish ears. The woman nodded, already moving. "Oh, gray, black, and green," said Minthe, before sorting through the various things. "Three sets of the standard stuff, then let's go for one shift thing, to help her adjust. Make that one green. I'll want three pairs myself, in, hmm, black, purple, aaaand," she smiled at Ivy, "burgundy."

The naiad moved then, looking through various silken dresses. Ivy would likely be shocked at how little fabric the naiad seemed to be holding. One of the dresses she held up looked to be little more than a sheath of silk. The naiad stepped toward the princess, holding it up to her, tilting her head and considering. It would depend a lot on how big Ivy's breasts were. "Oh!" she leaned forward, "you may want to give the nice merchant a good idea of your breast size, or you're going to get some super uncomfortable clothes."
 
Ivy shied away from all the approaching merchants as they called out their prices and their items, holding them up as they inched closer and closer to the two women. Ivy remained silent as Minthe spoke loudly, dismissing those she deemed too 'plain' and 'standard' with a swish of her hands. It was a stark juxtaposition from the positions they currently held in life. Despite her royal nature, Ivy was not used to so many people so close to her and frankly it made her uncomfortable. Coupled with Minthe who was blatantly thwarting innuendos about their 'friendship' made the whole situation completely horrific to the young Princess.

Ivy followed Minthe over to the stall when the elf held up numerous pairs of barely there undergarments, their fabric held together by the thinnest of thread in order to cling to the shape of the wearer with the appearance of wearing nothing at all, or giving the slightest hint of sexuality beneath them. Ivy only walked over to get away from the encroaching crowd of people yelling out their prices and arguing with one another if one undercut someone else. Standing still behind Minthe, Ivy opened her mouth to speak but the Naiad quickly took over, picking and choosing various pieces for the Princess without her input along with a 'shift' to get her 'used to it'. Get her used to what? Ivy wondered silently as Minthe scanned her body. It felt like she was standing stark naked in the middle of the market and the Princess immediately crossed her hands over her chest as her cheeks remained red. And the way Minthe said 'burgundy' sent shivers down Ivy's back, but it was a mixture of both arousal as the naiad's words seemed to drip with intent along with humiliation at being so exposed within such a public place.

Ivy timidly paid the elf as Minthe walked away with the undergarments she had chosen and the Princess thanked her with a whisper, too uncomfortable to speak any louder as she was forced to follow the Naiad around as she flitted from stall to stall, picking up dress after dress and laying it over her arm. Though she had picked up numerous pieces of clothing, all of it seemed to be less fabric than the single dress that Ivy wore. Ivy's jaw dropped as Minthe held up what looked to be a translucent strip of silk, one that seemed more likely to be hung over a window than a body.

Ivy didn't know what to say as Minthe ignored her reactions as she leaned forward, almost ordering Ivy to drop her arms to give the vendors a full view of the size of her breasts in order to get 'comfortable' clothes. The Princess did as she was told and complied, desperate just to get out of the market and to an inn with at least some measure of privacy. Dropping her arms exposed a small amount of her cleavage pushed up by the corset within the burgundy dress she wore, giving the merchant enough view that he needed to size her new clothes properly.
 
Minthe's preferences showed clearly :nearly everything she bought, she got from the elfish merchant. Those impressive, "modern" undergarments that would likely be quite scandalous, three dresses (two for Minthe, one for Ivy), and a pair of fine leather boots for Minthe. It took a chunk out of even the naiad's impressive stash, though the elf seemed almost thrilled enough at the unique opportunity presented her: clothe a naiad and a noble, to charge too much. The elf would be making enough of a profit from the sheer advertisement of being the primary shopper of the beautiful newcomers.

After enough time there, Minthe went to a fairly impressive leathermaker's shop. She was much more discerning here, carefully picking through pieces, obviously looking for a solid pair of trousers for both of them. She finally found some soft, pliable grey leather for Minthe. Then, she picked up a pair of dark brown, almost black, which she held up to Ivy. She nodded, then quickly pointed to a green and black leather corset, which she clearly intended to match. "That should fit you quite nicely!" she said, clapping and nodding. The naiad giggled and gave Ivy a quick hug, before motioning for the princess to pay the merchant (who happened to be a man who was already starting to get suspicious of the two friendly, pretty females who happened to be buying "male" clothes).

"You're going to look so pretty!" Minthe cooed, bouncing up and down. "And you'll love how it feels and you'll stop even bothering with those silly big dresses," she plucked at the dress Ivy wore, crinkling her nose. The next she said after leaning in, whispering: "You'd think a princess could wear something nicer than this."
 
Ivy knew the elf was taking advantage of Minthe's enthusiasm over her wares and the Princess knew all too well that bartering would probably be impossible as Minthe moved through the fabrics pulling up various pieces until her arms were full of barely there undergarments and dresses that would do very little to cover either of them. The naiad pranced through the stall, tossing fabrics up here and there as the elf seemed to comply with her pieces giddily as more and more were added to the pile.

But Ivy couldn't say anything for fear of being recognized by the elf as well as the mood swings of the naiad that could reveal her secret as well to anyone within ear shot if an argument erupted over them. Rather than risk any chance of that, Ivy went along reluctantly. She took a large amount of gold coins from the pouch at her side attached to the golden coloured belt and paid the elf the exorbitant price she asked for.

Ivy took the clothes in her arms, the amount of money she had paid was for very little fabric as the pile of clothes turned out to be quite small and turned following Minthe closely as she flitted into one of the shops. This time it was a leather tanner's shop and it stank of the curing hides of various animals as his wares were laid out on a long wooden table along with weaponry and armour pieces hanging on the walls and horse tack laid on the floor on either side of the counter. Minthe picked up two pairs of intricately sewn leather trousers that seemed very tight for what they would use them for and then picked out a scandalous corset from the wall! Ivy's jaw dropped slightly at the sight of such an inappropriate garb but she quickly regained her composure as Minthe moved on right after the leathersmith picked it up off the table, adding it to the naiad's selections.

Ivy nearly stumbled backwards as Minthe jumped at her, wrapping her arms around the Princess' neck in a tight hug. Ivy looked towards the merchant and raised her eyebrows apologetically as his own raised in suspicion. They were already drawing too much attention to themselves and the longer they were out, the worse it would be. Then Minthe began to insult and pick at her clothes, commenting on the 'commonness' of them. Ivy shook her head at the mention of her dress, "I'm not here to be a Princess,' she hissed, getting fed up with the constant jabs at her looks as she finally found her voice, although it was still quiet and serene, 'Let's go. We will bed at an inn nearby for the night.'
 
"If you're not trying to be a princess, then why were you wearing a crown?" Minthe asked teasingly, adding another quick little giggle, and a wiggle. "And you're definitely gonna be here being a beauty. That's just going to happen wherever you go."

They started moving, but Minthe kept close, almost too close. She leaned in, speaking in hushed, but not quite whispering tones. "You think anyone here can tell that you're all sexually awake now? you know what it feels like and all. And you're already suggesting we get a bed together," Minthe giggled again, bopping her hip against the princess's. She kept right on walking, practically skipping. Ivy probably knew where to go for an inn, and so the naiad mostly just trusted her companion on that respect.

The naiad had never actually been in an inn before, though she had some idea of what to expect. A couple of the maidens she'd been with had worked there, and she'd always liked how they seemed to be able to get away with lower cut shirts. The naiad was already daydreaming about the cleavage potentials, mostly following along in Ivy's wake. There were actually a few inns in town: some appealing to the local crowd, others set up for merchants, and one that was marginally upper class. All would prove fairly decent: this was a thriving community, after all, and if you wanted an inn, you got at least something decent (there were public houses on the edges of town for those who couldn't afford it, few and far between they were). The naiad didn't bother making suggestions: Ivy could pick this out. They'd be sharing a bed regardless, and the naiad figured they'd probably get something to eat too. Either she'd be able to seduce the princess in luxury or embarrass her in relative squalor: a win/win for the nymph, to be sure.
 
Ivy looked up immediately after Minthe teased her about the circlet she wore around her head. Biting her lip, she checked all around her to ensure that no one heard the Naiad's words. The Princess knew she would stand out but not so blatantly as this. She didn't have an answer for Minthe as she didn't want to say that she didn't want herself to be associated with such a creature, such a dominant being that could very well start rumours which would not bode well for any member of the Princess' family.

The two women left the leathersmith's shop and Ivy began walking down the street, looking for a suitable place to stay for the night while Minthe frolicked along beside her. Then the naiad began to speak in Ivy's ear, her words going right through the Princess' body as she mentioned the sexual awakening she had experienced. The Princess' cheeks which had just recovered from the first humiliating statements once again blushed a deep red as she lowered her gaze, not meeting anyone's eyes as she began to walk faster.

Finding an inn proved to be quite a simple task. Ivy picked one out that seemed to be more geared towards those that came to the town as merchants over the locals. Here they wouldn't be as noticeable, well, as much as could be expected with such a creature as Minthe. Walking up to the counter, Ivy made the simple request and the two women were escorted upstairs to one of the rooms. The bar wench walked in front of the two, stealing glances behind her as her eyes ran over the women, her gaze seemingly knowing what had happened hours before in the woods. Opening the door to their room, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she returned to tending the bar downstairs.

The room was comfortable but not too opulent. It consisted of a single bed with a straw filled mattress. Some blankets lay atop it while a washbasin was situated in the corner with a pitcher of cool water to freshen up. There were candles lit on some small table situated in various places around the room and the small window looked out onto a back alley behind the inn itself. Ivy walked into the room and lay Minthe's purchases down on the bed before sitting on the mattress cautiously, testing it out. The Princess had never slept on straw before, her mattress at the castle was filled with feathers. Though much more uncomfortable, the room would have to do, at least for the night.
 
Minthe eyed the bar wench quite carefully, letting her eyes scan. Not bad: probably a little older than the princess and, unless Minthe's estimation had suddenly gone quite off mark, quite a bit more experienced. The naiad swore that the wench seemed all too coyly aware of their situation. Then again, Ivy hadn't exactly requested two beds, a fact that the naiad fully intended to make the princess painfully aware of momentary.

Their room worked, Minthe supposed. She walked over and poked the bed, before shrugging. It wasn't the watery slumber that the naiad preferred when she actually did sleep, but it seemed fresh enough, and comfortable. The naiad could also feel the water nearby, her fingers already twitching. Maybe she should pay for a bath or something: she was already starting to feel out of her element here. Too much time spent being underwater, she supposed.

"Aww, there's only one bed!" the naiad said, pointing to where the princess sat. "I guess you wanted to make sure we shared, right?" hips swaying, Minthe walked over to the princess. Giggling, she bent down and gently tapped the princess's nose. "I guess we really don't need more than that bed, though we're going to have to get real close," the naiad pulled back slightly, stretching. Her hands went up, pulling at Ivy's spare dress as she went. The naiad lowered, turning to look to the door. She smiled wickedly, hips swaying.

"You know, I think that wench wouldn't mind a tumble herself," the naiad all but purred. "Maybe we should go check her out? Or are you still too shy?" she tapped the princess's nose again, before turning. Again her hips cocked, though this time she let the princess see her back instead. In actuality Minthe knew her bottom wasn't nearly as appealing, unless blue-butts were something you were into. Some people had nicely shaped rears: the naiad, simply, did not. She was too sleek. That wench ,on the other hand...
 
Ivy hadn't thought of the need for two beds and Minthe was quick to point it out. Ivy's face fell slightly at her misstep and her head lowered, her cheeks red colour deepening in embarrassment at the mistake. And Minthe's flirtatious teasing only served to intensify the feeling of embarrassment within the Princess.

Just as Ivy gained the strength to raise her head once again, she found Minthe bent over inches from her face, her finger pointed out to tap at Ivy's nose playfully. Ivy gritted her teeth as her body reacted slightly, her loins growing tense beneath her nearly destroyed dress. She didn't know if she could even keep the garment and Minthe had only bought one extra dress for the Princess. Maybe she could take the brown dress that Minthe wore back when she changed?

However, Ivy didn't have much time to think of a solution before Minthe began to speak of the wench who had shown them up to their room. Ivy shook her head quickly at Minthe's assertion about going to include the bar tender in their trysts.

"I-I don't think..." Ivy began as she stood up to close the door in front of Minthe, thereby sealing her fate once again within their privacy. In her rush to avoid including the other woman, Ivy trapped herself with Minthe once again.
 
Minthe had figured that her teasing about the bar wench would have one of two results: either Ivy would essentially tell her off (and the naiad got to see if her suspicions about said wench were true) or Ivy would nearly panic, not wanting to cause a scene and/or share her naiad. It delighted the blue-skinned immortal to find that the princess opted for the second. She giggled again, clapping her hands a few times. Said hands soon moved, gripping tight to Ivy's hips.

"So knew you'd be jealous," the naiad said. She added another giggle before leaning in. Her lips took Ivy's, likely through protests. They worked against the princess's, skilled motions working to eat away protests and resistances. Passion poured into the lip play. It fueled Minthe's fires, and she endeavored to fan the flames within the princess. Surely they could eat or relax, but the naiad's earthly lusts tended more toward this. Besides, Ivy had unwittingly provided Minthe with a wonderful setup.

While kissing, the naiad moved her hands from the princess's hips. They went to scoop up Ivy's hands instead. Fingers interlocked in a semi-gentle embrace, the naiad letting her cool touch run over her companion. Slowly but surely, Minthe raised Ivy's hands up, until they were both close together and over the princess's head, stretching the dress and pinning the pretty girl to the door. Minthe leaned in, her tongue lashing against Ivy to batter a few protests. She sealed lips for several long seconds, before parting, grinning, violet eyes flashing dark.

"Last time we made love," she said, shifting her grip on Ivy's hands, trying to grip the wrists in one, "this time..."
 
Ivy immediately regretted shutting the door as Minthe grabbed hold of her hips, pushing the Princess up against the door, pinning her there while the naiad could do whatever she wanted. And Minthe wasted no time doing so.

Ivy opened her mouth to protest against the jealousy statement. She got out a short, "I" before Minthe's mouth claimed the Princess' once again. Ivy's words became muffled moans as the naiad pressed against the Princess' body, silencing her protests with her mouth and tongue as it snaked out to explore Ivy's own mouth once again.

Minthe's kisses once again ignited a fire within Ivy as her head was trapped between her lips and the doorway while the Naiad took advantage of her helpless victim to abandon her hips in favour of her hands, intertwining their fingers gently as a sharp contrast into the dominating nature of her tongue as it wound around Ivy's within her mouth, circling it aggressively.

Ivy's hands moved without protest as she closed her eyes, her womanhood moistening at the sexual movements between their mouths. As her arms were raised above her head, Ivy's breasts were pushed together, her cleavage pushing up against the neckline of the dress as Minthe broke the kiss. Ivy exhaled and breathed heavily, her chest moving up an down with each laboured inhale. She opened and closed her mouth as Minthe began to kiss and lick over the side of Ivy's face up to her ear before moving down over her chin.

"No," was all Ivy could whisper before Minthe moved back in to claim her property again, pressing against Ivy's body as her tongue pushed into the Princess' mouth, taking her voice from her again. Then just as soon as she had claimed Ivy's mouth, the naiad broke the kiss, her eyes darkening which made Ivy's eyes widen slightly in nervousness as her hands were pushed together above her head, her wrists becoming trapped within Minthe's single grip.

"This time?" Ivy whispered huskily as her head was pushed back, her body pinned, trapped against the door, completely at the mercy of the naiad before her.
 
Minthe loved dueling with poor Ivy's tongue. The princess had shown some fire earlier: huffing in the market, insisting that she wouldn't wear the elfish garb, getting almost pouty when Minthe had pointed out her awful clothes. But here, in private, the princess was so much putty in the naiad's lips.

Even now, she barely mustered a "no," one that had absolutely no weight or conviction. There wasn't a stop, wasn't a "not now," but a half-hearted attempt spoken out of some deeply bred instinct. The naiad giggled, only to soon giggle again at Ivy's question. She didn't respond to it, not verbally. She just giggled. Giggled and moved to kiss again.

This time, her lips seized the tongue, and she pulled the princess's tongue out, using her lips. She lightly bit it, holding it slightly extended so the princess could see her own lewd extension. As she did, she let her hands shift, making sure to grip onto the princess's wrists tightly. In water, she'd have used the current to keep her upright. Now, she'd have to settle for holding: couldn't let that get in the way. Besides, it was giving Ivy such marvelous cleavage.

The naiad raised a leg as she did. Her knee angled just so, parting the princess's flesh, further pinning the girl against the door. It raised until the naiad's flesh pressed against the princess's loins, though fabric bunched between. Minthe started grinding as she released that tongue, moving down to kiss and taking a few nips at the princess's neck. Her hand went up, and she slid a teasing finger around the bodice of the princess's ugly burgundy dress, smiling devilishly up at the poor pinned girl as she did.
 
Minthe refused to answer Ivy's question as she merely giggled at the Princess' inquiry. Instead she pushed Ivy's head back against the door as the naiad claimed her mouth once again. However this time, she used her own tongue to take hold of Ivy's lifting it up to pull Ivy's tongue out of her mouth, extending it completely and removing any intelligable speech from the Princess mouth. Her eyes widened as she groaned when Minthe pressed down on the fully extended appendage, giving Ivy a look of horror upon seeing the pink, moist flesh pulled out in Minthe's teeth, humiliating Ivy thoroughly, even in private.

Ivy was forced to spread her legs slightly around Minthe's pressing knee as she was further pushed against the wall, her entire body stretched up against the door as the naiad took advantage of her nearly helpless state. She moved her knee up, pulling the fabric of the dress taut against the outside of her legs as she pushed her knee right up against Ivy's womanhood through the thick fabric of the gown. Ivy was forced up onto her toes slightly, further eliminating any struggle.

Then Minthe's knee began rubbing lewdly against Ivy's covered womanhood, pushing the velvet fabric into her slit, rubbing it against Ivy's loins as she gasped in pleasure, her sexuality beaming through the movements as the naiad broke their kiss, moving down over her neck to nip and bite at the sensitive flesh. When her hand moved up over the bodice of the heavy dress, Ivy trembled at the look on her face as a dark grin emerged across the naiad's lips, invoking a fear in the Princess she had never experienced before, unsure of what the blue skinned creature had planned with her helpless victim.
 
That horrified look nearly made Minthe cream herself then and there. She'd rarely had playthings she got to toy with regularly, and she was thoroughly enjoying this. Who else got a princess of their very own to fuck regularly? Pressed against a door like a common whore, her ugly dress starting to bunch around her hot sex, gasping.

"You are so cute," the naiad said, before giving the princess another kiss on the nose, "but much too quiet," the naiad's finger tugged at the dress. She pulled and yanked hard right at the princess's chest, using her body and her upraised thigh and the princess's awkward position to keep the princess's body tight. Grunting, Minthe finally shifted her finger, grabbed a handful of fabric, and pulled, jerking the top of the fabric down. She wanted to see breasts, dammit!

Oh, but that stupid shift. "You have the worst taste in clothes," Minthe mumbled as she began twisting and pulling at the stupid cloth still barring her way. She bent down, grabbing a portion of it with her teeth. Nearly growling, the naiad jerked her head up, pulling at the same time, determined to shred the last garment protecting the princess's dress and leave her uncovered from the chest up: uncovered, and still pinned to the door and squirming.
 
Ivy breathed heavily as Minthe freed her mouth before kissing her nose like some prized horse. Ivy squirmed against the door as Minthe's free hand went to the neckline of Ivy's only dress. Her hands moved in as she tugged down in the middle of her chest, pulling on the straps of the burgundy gown. She pulled harder and harder before giving the garment a hard yank and the room echoed with the sound of ripping fabric.

The straps shredded under the strain of the pulling and yanking, tearing from her shoulders as the dress fell forward, leaving Ivy's tunic the only thing covering her upper body as the gown was thoroughly ruined. But Minthe was not finished as she once again made a comment about Ivy's tastes. Then it was the tunic's turn as Minthe made quick work of the top of the tunic with her hand and teeth, tearing it down the middle and spreading the thin linen fabric.

Ivy squirmed, humiliated at being so helpless to stop the lewd exposure of her small but very pert breasts as they broke free from their clothing prison. She was horrified at the sight of herself so completely exposed, her small pink nipples hardening in the cool air of the room along with the constant pressure on her womanhood from Minthe's knee still pressed up to the wall between her legs.

"That was my only dress," Ivy gasped as her body squirmed uncomfortably, "What am I to wear now?"
 
There they were! They were a little small, but Minthe wasn't exactly well endowed in that department herself. Plus, didn't they always say that anything more than a handful was a waste? the thought nearly made the naiad giggle, but she was far more focused on staring at the heaving chest, taking special note of how those cute little pink nipples were already starting to harden up. They even looked like they trembled in anticipation.

"We just bought you a bunch of clothes," the naiad said, grinning again. She reached down, teasing a nipple with her fingers. "You've got special elfish garments to wear, not this ragged thing," she reached down to give the tunic, and the dress by extension another rough tug. Her head dipped low, and her tongue lolled out, showing the deep blue color. With that same impish smile, Minthe bobbed her head. The curled tongue teased a nipple, flicking it.

"I didn't get to play with these last time," Minthe said. She reached over with her spare hand, still making sure to keep her other (and Ivy's by extension) stretched upward. "Poor little princess is kinda small, huh?" The blue fingers pinched the end of the nipple. Minthe squeezed, knowing just how much pressure to put on to cause a little spark of pain without quite going over the edge. She lowered her mouth at the same time, moving to the other, freed nipple. Blue lips closed about pink flesh, drawing tight along it. They pressed as the fingers pinched.

At the same time, Minthe began rocking her thigh, sawing gently. she made slow, subtle movements, the kind that someone like Ivy just might miss. Roll that nasty fabric over the sex. Create constant, steady friction, a warm counterpoint to the hot ,pained bursts she inflicted upon the girl's chest. To further prove that, Minthe outright bit at a nipple, taking a quick nip of the tender flesh.
 
"But they are not appropriate to wear in public," Ivy protested, envisioning the sheer and barely there strips of fabric that Minthe claimed were her 'new' clothes. She was still a Princess, though her upper body was completely and lewdly exposed to Minthe's attentions as she moved her hand down to tug at her ragged remnants of the bodice and tunic, pulling them down to sit halfway up her hips, threatening to fall and expose Ivy completely.

Then Minthe's head went diving straight towards Ivy's left nipple, the small nub trembling slightly at the strange touch as her tongue moved over the sensitive flesh, flicking it sending waves of pleasure and shivers up and down Ivy's body. Ivy trembled as she was trapped against the wall, unable to move, unable to escape the attentions as her sensitive nub hardened, pointing straight out from her breast in response to the attentions as Minthe's free hand went to pinch and pull at the other nipple, using another tactic to reach the same goal. Then the pinch closed over the sensitive nub as Ivy opened her mouth, gasping in both pleasure and pain from the soft touches of Minthe's tongue over one nipple and the hard pinches on the other, mixing the pleasure with the pain as both her nips hardened completely.

Then the pain and pleasure was intensified as Minthe began moving her leg again, pushing and pulling the fabric of the skirt of the dress back and forth along Ivy's tortured slit. Each movement created a heat between her legs and the fabric pressed up against her soaked up the juices that dripped from Ivy's womanhood as her body trembled. Then pain burst from her nipple as teeth closed over her sensitive nub. Ivy opened her mouth and groaned in pain, throwing her head back against the wall as her breath caught in her throat, her gasps audible throughout the room at the pain mixed with the pleasure that created a cacophony of feelings that culminated in Ivy's dripping wet sex soaking through the burgundy fabric of the ruined dress.
 
Minthe giggled again as the pretty princess protested. "I think your idea of appropriate is going to shift, your highness," She said teasingly. She went back to work, tonguing and almost outright chewing on the previously untouched breast before her. The tongue swirled sloppily, the naiad painting the area with her spittle. Its only consistent movement was to curl and flick at the tip of the pink nub, constantly flittering about and teasing it.

Groans now left the princess regularly, which the naiad took for a good sign. The thud of the princess hitting the door worked as well. The naiad smiled around her feast of flesh. The wet sliding of fabric over sex, the panting moans, the slurping at a nipple, it was all mixing quite nicely. The naiad pushed forward a little more, the door creaking now with pressure. Just a bit more, and surely she could get the prim little princess to start making even louder noises.

The naiad pinched at a nipple again, the idea suddenly making her all the more eager. Her head shifted, and she directed the nipple toward her mouth. Teeth closed, pinching against the breast. Leaning forward, Minthe pinned Ivy while her head moved back, stretching the little nub slowly, before letting it release. But Minthe didn't give it time to recover, instead moving her head forward, engulfing the flesh with her mouth. Her teeth began working as she effectively chewed the breast, tentatively biting in small rings around the nipple. Meanwhile her hand had returned to the other nipple, pinching and rolling the wet between her fingers.

Her other hand gripped tight, stretching the princess as best she could: Minthe was only so tall. She tried to get Ivy a little more on her toes, add a little more discomfort and tension. Plus this gave her thigh just a bit more room to start rocking, swirling fabric and collecting more princess juice.
 
"Noooo," her protests turned into groans of pleasure as Minthe immediately turned her attentions back to Ivy's virgin breasts. She chewed and flicked over one of her breasts, her teeth pulling the nipple out before releasing it and grabbing it again. She moved back and forth with the movements, her hips and shoulder blades lightly hitting the door keeping her still as the floor creaked beneath them.

Minthe continued her paradoxical actions, torturing one breast with bites and licks, rubbing the small nub to an erect, red pleasure nib while the other was massaged and rolled between the naiad's fingers, keeping its pink hue and remained completely hard with the attentions. Each subsequent pain and pleasure feeling running through Ivy's untouched breasts made her body tremble with arousal. Her gasps extended, each inhale louder and louder until they became moans of pleasure.

Ivy was forced further up onto her toes slightly as both women extended completely. Ivy couldn't move an inch as her hips were pulled out from the wall slightly, her sex riding Minthe's thigh as she rocked it back and forth bumping Ivy's rear back up against the wall with each movement, her slit demanding more and more as Ivy closed her eyes and lay her head back, pushing her breasts out, submitting to Minthe's attentions as her body craved the Naiad's touch.
 
"No?" Minthe repeated. She released the breast, bits of spittle still clinging to the now swollen teat. She paused for several long seconds, letting Ivy arc and tremor and just feel the sensations washing over her, letting the princess marinate. The naiad's gaze shifted, quickly taking in the twin breasts, noting how very pink they'd gotten: swollen, as if they were about to spew milk. Minthe couldn't see the wet gathering at the girl's thighs, but she could feel it.

"No?" Minthe repeated. "No this?" she rubbed her thigh. "No this?" she flicked a nipple. "No this?" she lightly kissed the girl's neck. "What are you 'no'ing, my dear princess?" she let her hand trail down, casually ruffling the torn dress. Fingers played, catching here and there, not quite touching or teasing. Her head lowered, directing breath in the fingers' direction, while also making sure to puff air toward the trembling, still wet breasts.

Minthe's hand glided over the princess's trembling abdomen. "If you keep saying no, princess, you might hurt my feelings," Minthe rolled her own hips, gliding that thigh a little more. She tilted her head, pouted her lips. "You---you think I'm pretty, right?" she tilted her head the other way. "You were so nice to me before," her blue lip pouted even more. She let her fingers dance their way back up, fingers fluttering around the swollen nipples. "And you're so pretty, I just want to play with you," she bent down, drawing her lips around a nipple, again sucking it, hard and loud enough to be heard. Her fingers started trailing down the princess's side, still moving quite casually, supposedly aimlessly, just fluttering along.
 
Ivy couldn't stop gasping even as Minthe released her breast, letting the globe free in the cool air of the room as her body shook uncontrollably over the thigh pressed between her legs. The pleasure didn't stop with Minthe's release as Ivy arched her back slightly, her breasts crying out for more as her slit dripped even more, the wet stain growing with each passing second.

Then Minthe rubbed the soft fabric of the dress over her thigh, causing goosebumps to rise up over the covered skin. Then the nipple came, the flick setting Ivy's body into a frenzy of struggled breaths and gasps of pleasure. Ivy's mind clouded just as it had earlier, her body becoming the driving force of her reactions as she barely heard the naiad's words. Her head tilted back, her neck extending as well to give Minthe more flesh to toy with as she spoke about being pretty and whether Ivy thought she was as well.

Before the Princess could collect her thoughts, she burst out with a hiss of "Yessssssss," her hips bucking forward as her nipples shook under the cool air that travelled across their moist surface, causing them to harden even more, almost painfully as Ivy's thoughts left her, the only craving she had was to be taken any way Minthe wanted to. All Ivy wanted was the release only the Naiad could provide her with her trussed upright, unable to move.
 
Again the naiad nearly purred as she heard the hissing word. She could feel the princess's resistance snapping, some more of that stupid, archaic breeding giving way before true passion. The bucking hips further confirmed it: Ivy was starting to get the hunger. That almost disastrous drive within a person that screamed for sexual contact, particularly with someone who just happened to be good.

Minthe let out another little giggle. "There you go!" she said cheerily, before reaching down to flick the princess's nipple with her tongue. She swirled the dexterous muscle, drawing quick circles. Tight, fast circles, each swirling up till she flicked the tip, before bobbing her head, almost working against the nipple. Her hand finally shifted again, but this time, it didn't move casually at all. Minthe dove quickly beneath folds of dress. Her digits effortlessly batted aside cloth and velvet, finding the moisture it sought.

Minthe's digits sank into the princess right as her teeth bit down upon a nipple. She purposefully pressed her upper hand hard, stretching the princess out. Had to hold her in place for just a few more moments. Just as the teeth dragged across flesh. Just as the fingers started to slide.

Fingers pushed, glided into the wet sex. They wiggled and moved as Minthe teased the sex, the only visible sign the ruffling and movement of the dress. It hid their motions, but both knew what was happening. The naiad let out another giggle as she began wiggling her fingers, working around in the wet confines of the still virgin-tight sex, exploring, seeking out all the tenderest bits for the real action.
 
Ivy's body was taking over her mind as her own flesh rocked seductively against the naiad's, demanding more and more contact to break down the Princess' barriers, to turn her into a crazed sexual being, making her more and more pliable in Minthe's hands, to her advances. Her walls were falling down and falling quickly.

Then more attention was paid to her swollen nubs as Minthe returned her movements to them, her tongue circling the sensitive tip before continuing its path up to the nib and flicking it lightly, ensuring that it remained hard and she bobbed her head, pushing her tongue back down again in a pattern of pleasurable moves that were driving Ivy crazy as she moaned and bucked, her breath forcing her breasts tighter against Minthe's mouth.

Then the dress was pulled away by the naiad's hand as her digits dove down the front immediately snaking their way between Ivy's pinned legs. They dove into her soaking sex immediately, spreading her out as far as they could elliciting another loud groan of pleasure from the Princess as her hips tilted forward, her body demanding more.

But the pleasure was mixed with pain as Minthe bit down on a sensitive nipple at the same time causing Ivy to jump, falling harder onto the inserted fingers between her legs, pushing them deeper into her womanhood, pulling them further inside of her.

Then movements inside of Ivy caused her body to rock on the inserted digits, her moans becoming cries of pleasure as her physical being demanded that Minthe take her, each rock pushing the fingers deeper and deeper, practically serving up the Princess' cherry with her begging for the naiad to take her completely as beads of sweat glistened all over her body, pushing the Princess further and further into the depraved rabbit hole that Minthe relished.
 
{small note: Minthe's going under the dress, not down the front}

The naiad shifted again, feeling the dress's fabric laying down on her arm. Sometime soon she'd have to figure out a way of getting the pretty princess to raise it up out of the way. not at this moment, oh no: she wanted the princess to simply feel the sensations, and to cry out loud with want. They were already all but beating on the door, thanks to Minthe's repeated thrusts into that sex and Ivy's jerks. And the princess already moaned and groaned rather loudly.

The awkward position was starting to get to Minthe. Continually holding those arms upraised while her hand stretched down from underneath was definitely a pain, though also doable. She had to stand all but sideways to her partner now, which would've made kissing slightly more awkward. Given that the naiad's attentions were far more centered on the trembling chest, that wasn't too much of a problem. Those lips and that tongue kept descending. They rained down upon the quivering flesh. Lips wrapped tight, pulled, sucked for just a moment, only to turn to quick nibbles. Soft flesh switched with rougher teeth, each alternating their nearly constant attentions and affections upon the sensitive area.

Minthe bit in time with a fairly deep finger thrust. She let her questing digits, only two for now, explore, seeking. She knew that every lady had a nice sensitive spot within her. Stroke enough, and you were all but guaranteed to get a girl to screech out in orgasm, and, if you were especially lucky (and Minthe often was) the girl would spray out her fluids as well. Minthe's talented fingers rubbed all over the walls, moving and quickly fluttering. Soon they found an area that at least felt different. While lips closed tight about a nipple, fingers pressed down on this, rubbing and pressing and teasing, wanting to see if Minthe's suspicions were true.
 
Ivy's back arched forward forcing her breasts tighter against Minthe's ravaging mouth as she suckled and nibbled at the sensitive flesh, creating a raw hardened nub that screamed out with each subsequent touch. The Princess' shoulder blades were pressed against the wooden door, bumping the latch with each subsequent bounce on Minthe's fingers as they explored her womanhood, pushing further and further up into her.

The juxtaposition of the fingers exploring her wet tunnel and the nibbles over her raw nipples caused a cloudiness in Ivy's mind as her body started careening towards release. Her legs shook with muscle spasms as her toes pressed down painfully onto the floor.

Minthe's fingers curled and bent within Ivy's womanhood, exploring and stretching her inner walls with each movement as they seemed to search for something while also claiming her entire insides. Ivy's gasps and groans turned to cries of pleasure as the naiad moved in time with her bounces, each time a bite down on her nipples combined with a curling of her fingers. Ivy's own fingers extended and curled into fists with each movement.

Then Minthe's fingers curled exactly the right way, finding Ivy's internal pleasure button. Ivy's cries turned into screams of pleasure as her legs shook uncontrollably. Her body bucked forward, her mouth open as her head was forced back against the door. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her as her body exploded in climax after only a few flicks over such a sensitive core.

Ivy's body shook as her mouth opened in a screech of pleasure. Between her legs, a white sticky liquid exploded from her slit, coating Minthe's hand and the floor between her legs as her body rocked with the overwhelming climax. Her fingers curled into fists as the sticky fluid coated everything that it touched, mixing with the salty sweat over her skin as her breath came in short spurts, quickly exhausting the Princess' muscles as she rocked with orgasm.
 
Stretch taut, form as much inner tension as possible. Minthe's lips curled ever upward in a devilish smile as she felt that tension increasing. She slurped again upon the breasts. She squeezed her hands around those quivering wrists. Walls clamped and Minthe's fingers became all the more relentless, pumping the maiden to produce as much joy as possible. Just think what she'd achieve if she'd teased that outside button as well as the internal pleasure spot. Sometime; they had more to explore. Minthe thoroughly anticipated enjoying every bit of this delicious little princess.

For now, she got what she wanted. The princess's sharp screams had to have been heard by at least this floor of the inn, if not others. The thudding of the girl against the door shook it, and the pounding would make quite a few people worry. The naiad nearly squealed as the princess performed ever so perfectly. She rubbed and twisted to lengthen that orgasm.

So much on her palms. She could feel it sprayed against the dress, making the inside of the fabric wetter than that damp outside. The naiad giggle, rubbing it gently, before moving back and smiling up at the princess. "Just wait--" she whispered to the panting princess. Sure enough, it only took a few seconds before a tapping could be heard on the door.

The wench had returned, obviously sent up to check on the new guest, given the screams and thrashing. Minthe let out a very quiet giggle as she played with Ivy's pretty little pussy, still rubbing the tender flesh as the knock sounded again. At least the naiad let go of Ivy's upraised arms.

"Excuse me, misses?" the wench asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity, worry, and just a hint of tease.
 
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