Freshwater Awakening (Rania Lark and darkest_fate)

Ivy's body trembled uncontrollably as Minthe's fingers continued their work inside of her, pushing, stroking, flicking and curling over her most sensitive spot. Her feet flattened on the floor as her cries echoed out from the room to the rest of the inn as the naiad's fingers were pushed further into her. And even when Ivy's energy was sapped, Minthe didn't stop with the teasing, leaving her fingers inserted into her willing victim's womanhood, rubbing and flicking over the overly sensitive slit, keeping the Princess in a constant state of orgasmic bliss.

Her nipple were screaming out in soreness from the constant attention over the hardened nubs. Their colour had changed from a soft, pale pink to an aroused red as the nubs stood at attention, seemingly begging for more of Minthe's mouth to suckle and nibble over them. When Ivy's energy waned from the orgasm, her arched back collapsed back onto the door with a final thud.

And then the knock invaded through Ivy's mind and she was brought violently back to reality. The muffled sound of the wench's voice from the other side of the door turned Ivy's expression of ecstasy to one of complete fear and embarassment as she realized exactly how far her cries of pleasure had travelled, just as Minthe released her hands. Ivy's hands immediately went to cover her mouth as her cheeks flushed red, her eyes wide as another moan escaped her lips from the Naiad's constant attention between her legs, rubbing and stroking at the moistened flesh. Ivy shook her head violently as she moved one hand down to try and swat Minthe's hand away, in a feeble attempt to stop any more moans from escaping out of the door.

The knock did oh so wonderful things to Ivy. That embarrassment, the realization that people had heard, would likely suspect the truth even if they wouldn't realize it for actuality, it hit the princess oh so wonderfully. The expression made Minthe lightly giggle. The swatting just made her grin all the fiercer. She swatted casually in return. Her fingers flitted over the girl's sex, and she shifted her grip once again.

This time, her two longer fingers slid into the still trembling sex. They placed and pushed until Minthe was fairly certain she was stroking that pleasurable inside. Her other fingers began teasing around, wasting a few moments until Minthe found that little hood. The grin turned manic as Minthe began rubbing, working the princess's sex from the two points: inside and out, moving in tandem with one another.

"Misses?" the wench asked again, adding another knock. "We were hearing... things, and they asked me to come up and check..." the wench fell silent, and Minthe was willing to bet that the girl leaned against the door. The naiad worked her fingers even more fiercely, obviously determined to wring an orgasm out of the poor princess while they clearly had at least one person as an auditory audience member.

"I think she's talking to you~" the naiad whispered in a light, sing-song tone. She giggled and bent over to kiss Ivy's neck. "Unless you want me to talk to her?" the naiad's smile widened, and her hips wiggled suggestively. Her fingers curled at that moment, as if she could puppet Ivy into giving the door another good, solid thud.

Ivy's hands were playfully swatted back away from her own slit as Minthe kept her hand pressed up under the Princess' dress, continuing to stroke her slit playfully. Then the fingers found their way back inside and Ivy moved back up onto her toes in an attempt to get her body away from Minthe and preserve at least some of her dignity from the prying ears on the other side of the door. However, it was no use as Minthe's fingers worked expertly inside of the Princess, her thumb moving up to flick over her clit in tandem, flicking and stroking the sensitive pleasure nub along with the stroking of her inner walls.

Then her fingers curled again inside, immediately finding her pleasure centre and her fingers worked together to ensure that both nubs were continuously stroked and worked at the same time. Ivy squinted her eyes as her face contorted into a struggle as she scrambled, trying very hard not to make any noise but the constant pressure and waves of pleasure up over her body, which made her mouth open behind her hand as a gasp escaped her lips.

Then the voice returned again, this time explaining why she was on the other side of the door, why she had knocked. After the wench went silent, Minthe began moving faster, pressing harder against Ivy's womanhood with each passing second. Ivy couldn't hold her hand over her mouth as her hand moved to her side and tapped against the door as another moan escaped her lips as her body shook uncontrollably, her already sensitive womanhood careening quickly towards another climax.

"Yessssss," Ivy cried out as Minthe's fingers worked their magic, sending her over the edge of a second orgasm. Her body slammed back against the door, letting out the desired 'thud' against the door as her moans turned once again to cries as her body exploded in pleasure again. Her juices coated Minthe's hand, her dress and the floor between her legs again, creating a rather large puddle of sticky white liquid right up against the door as the naiad claimed Ivy's outstretched neck again as the wench was sure to have heard every sound of the two women behind the door.

Minthe shivered as the princess exploded in pleasure. The naiad felt her own little joy tremble through her for just a few seconds. It certainly wouldn't count for much of a climax, but it definitely made the naiad feel good. Even better: she knew she'd just struck a blow to both the princess's reputation and her own self-image, which would be ever-so-wonderful to play with later. The naiad nearly squealed as she felt the utter dampness that saturated her hands, hell, essentially her arms by now.

"Well, okay then," the naiad said cheerfully. She licked a few fingers, leaning toward the door. "We're both doing very fine, aren't we Ivy," she patted the princess a few times, smiling. "I just wanted to show my companion something," Minthe went on, casually twirling her fingers around Ivy now. She released the girl's sex, instead threading her wet fingers into the girl's hair. "We had a small argument over dresses and such."

"Oh, well, then," the wench on the other side said. There was a slight sound of shuffling, and Minthe swore she could almost feel the wench smiling cheekily. "We'd greatly appreciate it if you'd try to refrain from being quite so loud next time you argue. We've a few guests and all, but they're going to want their quiet here in a bit."

"I guess," Minthe said. She shrugged, then moved her hands teasingly down Ivy's front, threatening to tease the girl again. Her eyes flicked toward the door, her head tilting. The free hand started to move toward the latch, obviously intending to open it up pretty soon. All to get Ivy to move or say or do something, of course. Though the naiad would most definitely go through with it. Letting the wench see the pretty princess like this would be quite a treat, after all.

When Ivy came back down from the second explosion of climax, she realized exactly what had just transpired. The wench from the bar had heard the entire ordeal from start to finish, every gasp, moan and thud reverberated in her mind, swirling through her thoughts as her cheeks flushed a deep red, her pure reputation tarnished by what Minthe had done. The naiad had destroyed in the wench's mind any type of respect she would have had for the hidden princess, depicting Ivy as more of a whore than royalty.

Ivy's head lowered, her gaze descending to the floor, completely humiliated by the witness to their tryst. And Minthe ensured that removing her fingers from Ivy's trembling sex was slow and excruciatingly humiliating as well as the movement caused a moan to emit from Ivy's mouth; though this one was decidedly more quiet than the others the wench had heard. Then she pulled her hand from beneath the Princess' dress, her sticky, wet hand moving to streak Ivy's own juices through her fiery red hair, soiling it as well and marking her even more as subservient to the naiad.

Ivy wanted nothing more at that moment than to melt into the floor in embarrassment, but she was still pressed against the wall, her chest heaving, her upper body completely exposed as her dress and tunic lay in tatters over her hips. Ivy hissed sharply with an inhalation as Minthe's fingers moved down over her sensitive flesh, goosebumps appearing over her trembling front as Ivy weakly reach to grab her hand to stop her from moving beneath the dress once again. Then she heard the faint movement of the metal latch of the door.

"No," Ivy protested, as her head turned towards the door and Minthe's hand curled around the latch, threatening to expose Ivy even more, "Please, I need to be dressed..."

If the naiad noticed Ivy's humiliating circumstances, she didn't acknowledge it. She did notice the totally disheveled way the girl looked, and she thought she saw some realization over who had caused it flutter across those eyes. Minthe smiled to herself, and she did pause at Ivy's protests. She raised her brows, attempting an innocent expression.

"What was that?" the wench asked.

Minthe tilted her head then, her eyes alternating between the princess and the door. She could probably force the issue. Ivy didn't have a whole lot of resistance left in her, and the door wasn't exactly in the best shape before the naiad fucked the princess on it. It would be oh so easy to just crack it open, maybe let the wench get a good sight of the princess, stripped to her waist and looking very ignoble indeed.

However, Minthe could almost hear the whimper in Ivy's voice, the begging. She didn't want to quite humiliate the girl: only get her to stop being so uptight. Well, that and be more open to fucking, but in all honesty, Ivy seemed quite willing to spread her legs and just roll over any time Minthe actually tried. So the naiad just shrugged, backing away from the door. She bounded over to where they'd left the bundle of clothes, sorting through it, picking at various items. She looked from bundles to the princess, clearly deciding something.

"Um, miss, is everything alright? Did you hear me okay?" the wench asked again. Because the naiad didn't seem interested in talking with the worker again, apparently leaving that to the princess to finish up with.

Ivy exhaled heavily as Minthe acknowledged her pleas and removed her hand from the door. Her legs then gave out from beneath her as she collapsed to the floor, her hands at her sides as her muscles refused to hold her up anymore. She landed square in the puddle of her own cum, ruining her burgundy dress even more and making it completely unwearable. And the naiad was wearing her other one, leaving only the barely there strips of fabric as suitable clothing for the Princess. Ivy managed to bend her knees up to cover her chest from the front as her hands lay limply at her sides.

Then Minthe skipped away from the door, leaving Ivy to weakly lean against the wall, her head leaned back as she sat embarrassingly in her torn gown, her own sexual deviancy fully on display. The naiad went about sorting through the clothing she had chosen, constantly looking back at the dishevelled Princess thoughtfully.

Then the voice of the wench came through the door again. Ivy nearly jumped out of her skin as she pressed herself back up against the wall, her head turned towards the latch once again, terrified the woman could walk in at any moment and see her in such a state.

"Y-y-y-yes," Ivy stammered back through the door, her nerves obviously on display at being seen in such a state, "I'm fine. Everything is alright. We will be quiet. Thank you."

Minthe felt like she had the perfect outfit now. She arranged it already, nodding. She looked over to Ivy, seeing the stammering girl. It sounded like the wench was leaving on the other side as well, leaving the two alone. The naiad smiled at the princess, fully aware that she could simply wander on over and probably tease another loud orgasm out of the princess in mere moments. But she did want to do a little more than that. Plus, she didn't want her partner passing out or feeling like she wasn't doing her job.

"Okay, so," Minthe said, nodding. "Obviously we'll need to take some time to, like, get you all fixed up. You'll wanna brush your hair, wash your face," Minthe nodded, then turned and gestured. "Then, I'm thinking we get changed and head down together. You want to check out the people? Best place to do it is in a pub slash inn like this."

Minthe giggled, then sat on the bed, arranging the clothing. The undergarments were relatively sparse things, at least on Minthe's end. They would certainly cover her chest and loins, but they appeared to do so in as little fabric as possible. Fine elfish silk would cup and support the naiad's chest, and another bit of fabric would cover her hairless loins. The dress beside it was made of an elfish cotton: light, airy. Weaves of silk in front would leave bits of the naiad's blue front exposed, while covering the major parts. A slit on the side would show any underthings besides the elfish ones. The top would simply loop around the neck.

A silken shift had been laid out for the princess. It was fairly flimsy, but not too far off from the garment that had been shredded, obviously being the one the naiad had picked out between. The dress was a deep, emerald green, and made of a light cotton like Minthe's, but slightly more durably made. It had long sleeves, but a fairly plunging top that would show off the top of the silken shift. It did allow some billowing, and the skirt even flared. But said skirt also happened to be relatively short, showing off a good deal of leg.

"Yes, this should do very well," the naiad said, nodding and smoothing out the outfits again.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the footsteps of the woman on the other side of the door subside and disappear down the stairs, leaving her and Minthe alone once again. Ivy couldn't believe that she was relieved such a rescuer would abandon her quest towards rescuing the Princess from the creature who had such hold over her, but her exposed upper body and her wet, sticky lower half certainly contributed to the relief. The Princess couldn't let anyone see her in such a state. It was positively unacceptable!

Minthe immediately went right back to her business, seemingly undeterred by the near exposure the two women had mere moments earlier. Ivy remained next to the door, folded up upon herself as she listened to Minthe's suggestions, or rather instructions of what they should do for the rest of the evening. Two sets of clothes lay out upon the bed that Minthe was fussing with as she explained the need for the Princess to clean herself up before descending for some food and 'company'. Ivy reached up slowly and felt the stickiness that had even spread into her red locks, her hair now tendrils of sweat and cum soaked fibers running down over her shoulders.

Ivy couldn't get a good look at the garments Minthe was fiddling with on top of the bed and she steeled herself to stand up. Moving her arms across her chest to conceal her exposed breasts, she rose herself to her feet before walking slightly unsteadily across the room to see what exactly Minthe had chosen in the market.

Ivy's jaw dropped at the sight of the emerald green dress that was entirely too short and inappropriate for a Princess, or any decent woman, to be seen in public in. Her hands tighten about her breasts as her ruined dress hung precariously off her hips. Looking back up at Minthe, Ivy scrambled to find words of protest.

"I cannot wear that," she exclaimed, her facial expression saying much more than her mouth, "It is...improper!"