Princess Tara tapped the shoulder of one of the guards standing outside of her bedroom. "A word," she said, "if you would," and then walked through the door, waiting inside. The guard quickly followed, looking surprised.
"First, shut the door," the princess instructed the guard. She did.
"What's this about, your highness?" she asked, standing at attention.
"How do you like your position?" Tara asked, walking around the guard, sizing her up.
"I'm honoured, your highness," the guard responded politely.
"Oh, of course. But how do you like it?"
The guard hesitated. "Very much, your highness. It's an honour to serve in the palace and I'm happy to."
"Right, right," the princess said dismissively, doing another circle around her, looking up and down her body. "It's just that I've seen you staring at me and my pet an awful lot. I could be wrong, but it looks like you've got lust in your eyes more often than not."
"I," the guard started, looking shocked. "Uh, no, your highness, not at all! If you thought that way, I apologize, I'll try to make sure--"
"Oh, come on," she said, interrupting. "Are you sure you're not just jealous?"
"Jealous?" was all she could ask.
"Please, be honest now," Tara said with a faint smile. "I wouldn't be upset at all if you said yes, it's only natural. Just tell the truth."
"Uh," she said, starting to blush a little. She thought she knew better, but answered in spite of herself, "Well, uh... I guess maybe a little bit, your highness...?"
"I thought so," the princess said, putting her hand against the tall guard's red cheek. "You seem like the sort of person who can appreciate a beautiful woman. Am I right?"
The guard looked even more flustered. "I, uh, guess so."
Tara grinned, clearly enjoying herself, and leaned in, kissing the guard's lips. She looked shocked, as the princess pressed her tongue inside just a little, kissing her lightly before pulling back.
"How about that?" she asked, grinning even more as the guard turned even more red.
"I...," the guard said nothing, too embarassed. After a moment, she asked, "What do you want, your highness?"
"I want another concubine," Tara said directly. "I think a beauty such as yourself is wasted standing in front of doors all day... I want you, dear."
She stammered, staring at the princess in shock. It was true, she found her attractive, but she didn't know what to make of this sudden proposal.
"I'd like to spoil you, pamper you, caress you, feed you the finest food, make sure you don't have to do any real work again...," the princess said softly. "How does that sound? Better than what you've got now, doesn't it?"
"Well...," she started. It was true, what she was describing did sound better than her life was now. And if she didn't agree, she realized, she'd likely offend the princess; and she knew she definitely did not want to do that at any cost. Bad things happened to people who offended the princess, and besides, she had to admit that she was enticed by the offer anyway. "It does, your highness."
"So would you accept?" she asked, leaning forward, breathing warmly against her own face. She smelled lovely. The guard shivered, staring at her; right now, she just wanted more than anything to be kissed by the princess again, and not just be teased. She nodded, and the princess leaned even closer, their lips brushing. "Say it. Say that you'd be honoured to be my property."
She gasped a little, and quickly murmured, "Yes, I'd love to be yours...." Then Tara kissed her, first gently, but then the guard eagerly kissed back, wanting it badly; the princess grabbed her by the hair and her ass, pulling her in tightly as she kissed. She felt overwhelmed by the princess, as her warm tongue prodded deeply in her mouth, and she loosened up, letting herself be held closely.
Eventually the princess broke off from the kiss, pulling back a little. The guard sighed softly, still wanting more.
"Now what shall I do with you?" Tara wondered aloud, looking her over. "Those awful clothes are going to have to go."
The guard just nodded a little, unsure of how she should respond, still overtaken by lust. The princess ran her hands up the guard's sides, sliding off the layer of leather armour she wore; the guard just stood there, confused and longing, as she was stripped to her sari. The princess grinned and kissed her lips gently, moving back each time the guard tried to deepen it, removing her sari too and kicking it to the side. Soon she was naked, in front of her princess, who stepped back a bit to admire her body.
"Beautiful, dear," she said, running her fingertips along the edge of the guard's large, naked breast, watching in delight as she shivered. "Would you like more?"
She closed her eyes for a moment, shuddering as the princess continued to touch her. Her cheeks were still bright red. "Yes," she gasped, "please."
Tara smiled, and took the guard's hand, leading her over to her own large bed at the end of the room. She opened the canopy, and motioned, the guard climbing onto it and laying down. She quickly followed, kneeling so she was straddling her.
"Hm," she thought, staring down at the woman. "What should I call you?"
"I," the guard started to stammer, "my name's--"
"No, no," the princess said, putting her finger over the guard's lips to silence her. She started to grind against her. "You're mine now, remember? I get to decide what you're called."
The guard nodded, not daring to speak, shuddering just a bit. She felt herself becoming very warm, this time, not just in her face.
"Hm... what do you think of the name Joan? Appropriately beautiful, isn't it?" She lifted her finger from the guard's lips.
"Yes, your highness...," she gasped. "I-it is."
"Then your new name is Joan," she said with a smile, pausing her grinding as she pinned her down, bringing her face in close.
Joan murmured softly, shivering, kissing the princess's lips in front of her gently. Tara grinned and kissed back.
"Let's have some fun, Joan," she said, starting to grind again.