Joan was staring off into the distance, at the palace and the sprawling city below, leaning over the edge of the balcony. She marveled at the amazing sight, the colourful architecture glimmering under the setting sun. She let out a peaceful sigh, happy to be spending the evening so lazily.
"Joan!" she heard a voice-- the princess's-- announce from behind her. She turned, seeing that Tara had a huge grin on her face.
"You seem happy, your highness," she said.
"I am," Tara nodded, ruffling Joan's hair. "I just heard word that Prince Narendra's wife slit the Prince's throat while he was sleeping."
"Holy shit, is he okay?"
The princess lightly slapped Joan on the cheek. "Watch your language," she said.
"Ah! Um... sorry. It's just shocking news," she replied.
Tara leaned over the edge of the balcony, right beside Joan.
"Regardless, yes, he sadly did survive," the princess explained. "She cut too low, missed any major arteries; medics managed to stop the bleeding in time."
"Sadly?" Joan asked, surprised at the attitude.
"Well, it's not that sad," she said, stroking Joan's cheek now. "He believes that Prince Ravi is responsible to putting her up to it. Ravi's already fled the palace; I imagine Narendra will be laying siege to his province any day now."
"You're happy about that?"
Tara gave her pet an odd look, similarly surprised.
"Of course I am. It'll be easier to conquer them once they've weakened each other," she replied. "Or don't you think I deserve to rule the whole country?"
"Oh, uh," Joan stammered, shocked at the bluntness. "No, of course I do, mistress. Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know," Tara said with a shrug, and kissed Joan on the nose. Joan turned to face Tara, trying to guess at what she wanted; she kissed her gently on the lips. The princess grinned.
"Oh? Would you like something, pet?"
Joan blushed, and then murmured uncertainly. She didn't, but she nodded a little bit anyway, since she was sure that was what Tara wanted.
"I just might, if you ask nicely, dear," the princess said, still grinning.
"Er...," Joan stammered. "Uh... would you, mistress?"
Tara leaned past her face, nibbling on Joan's earlobe. Then she moved a little, rolling her tongue along the edge of Joan's ear, playfully licking a little bit inside. Then she paused, whispering, "Only if you beg." Joan gasped out in pleasure, in spite of herself.
"P-please, mistress...," she moaned softly. Tara titled Joan's head slightly so she had better access, then pressed her tongue inside again, causing her to moan out more. "Please, I want... I want you...."
Tara grinned against her pet's ear, letting her moan and squirm a little more before moving back.
"Then on your knees, girl," she said. Joan nodded a little then knelt down. Tara smiled down at her, petting her a little bit, then undid the long band Joan was wearing as a belt, letting her skirt fall loose. She wrapped it around Joan's neck, tying it off tightly with the slack left entirely on the end left in her hand; forming a makeshift leash. The princess smiled, stepping back a few steps, then tugged gently on it. "Come, Joan," she said softly, and, her cheeks bright red, Joan crawled forward a few steps.
"Good girl," Tara said. "Now, head down," she ordered, raising her foot a little bit. Joan lowered her head somewhat, and Tara tugged on the leash again, forcing her to lower herself into she was staring right at the princess's raised foot. She pressed it against Joan's face, and after a slight hesitation, she started licking the bottom of it. Tara murmured softly, then ordered, "That's a girl. Now on your back." Joan obediently rolled over.
Tara walked around to her side, and crouched down, still holding the leash, and quickly undressed Joan herself until she was naked, looking up with an uncertain look. Tara smiled, rubbing her naked belly, eliciting a soft murmur from her pet. She started rubbing in wider circles, eventually going from the top of her slit to the bottom of her cleavage, Joan unable to help squirming and murmuring gently all the while.
Then she felt her mistress press her fingers inside her, and Joan moaned softly, feeling her thumb pressing and playing with her clit. She squirmed more, silenced as Tara leaned closer to her face and kissed her gently. Joan kissed back eagerly, now definitely wanting her, feeling herself become quickly more and more hot as her mistress played with her.
It didn't feel like she was at it long before she reached orgasm, moaning into Tara's mouth, her hips shuddering ecstatically. She buckled a little as the pleasure rolled through her body, Tara pulling her head back and letting her moan out loudly as she reached her climax, panting softly as she finished.
"There you go," Tara said with a smile, gently removing her sticky fingers, placing them against Joan's lips. "Now be a dear and clean up your mess."
Joan stared up at her, her lips already parted slightly, and Tara slid them into her mouth. She sighed a little, and sucked on Tara's fingers, uncomfortably gulping down heavily. Tara smiled, stroking her hair with her other hand. "Good girl," she said.
Then she took her hands away, and tugged on the makeshift leash again, until Joan grumbled quietly and got up to her knees again.
"Now come on," she said, moving away and tugging on it, "I'll walk you back to my room."