Joan was surprised to wake up to the sensation of hands running up and down her sides, and took a moment to remember where she was; it didn't click in until she'd turned her head to see the princess laying next to her, grinning slightly.
"Good morning, pet," she murmured.
"M-morning, your highness...," Joan stammered softly, letting the princess pull her in tightly, snuggling.
She lay there silently, as the princess stroked her gently. She normally got right out of bed in the morning, but she suspected she didn't have any choice in the matter, and instead just enjoyed the feeling as she was held.
Suddenly, she was jolted completely awake when the princess pressed two fingers slightly inside her sex, rubbing her shallowly. She gasped, surprised at the suddenness first thing in the morning, and moaned softly as Tara pressed deeper, squirming in her arms as the princess kept at it. Quickly turned on, Joan moved her head to kiss her.
As abruptly as she'd started, Tara pulled out her fingers and placed them on Joan's lips before she had a chance, causing her to moan and shudder more.
"Ah, awake now, pet?"
"Y-yes...," she murmured lustily.
"Good!" The princess let go of her gently, and climbed out of bed. Joan started to move to follow her, wanting her to finish what she'd started. "Ah, stay there, please. It's time to get dressed-- I'll tell Mira to help you with that."
"But...," Joan said softly, staring at Tara.
"No buts! I want my pets to be well dressed," she said, and went through another door, the one that lead to Mira's bedroom.
Joan sat there on the bed, shivering uncomfortably, feeling incredibly aroused but unable to do anything about it. She wasn't used to feeling like this at all, wishing the princess would come back. The door opened after what felt like an eternity, and the princess walked out. "I have other things to attend to," she said, not stopping as she headed towards the door, wearing a fairly bland nightgown. "Mira'll take care of you."
"Y-yes, your highness," Joan said quietly as the princess left for her own dressing room. She turned to look at the doorway of Mira's room; she was leaning against the door, already fully clothed. Or at least, as full clothed as the princess wanted.
"Come on, Joan," she said in a friendly voice. "Come here, I'll get you all dressed up."
Joan nodded and quietly got off the bed, walking into Mira's smaller-- but still plenty spacious-- bedroom. Even bigger than the room itself, though, was the open closet, which was absolutely stuffed, garments jammed in haphazardly and covering the floor. It seemed that she had a lot to wear.
Mira took her by the arm, unexpectedly causing Joan to shudder at the sensation. She murmured softly, staring with an agonized look.
"Oh... what's the matter, Joan?" she asked, leading her to sit on the edge of her bed.
"I...," she started to stammer. "She's a tease."
Mira smiled, and nodded knowingly. "She sure is," she said, grabbing something out of the pile of clothing lying on the bed. "It's okay, I understand. Arms up, please."
Joan raised her arms, looking a bit confused, and Mira pulled an bright, loosely corset over. Mira smiled, leaning in close, and kissed her lips. Joan shivered with pleasure, already on edge, and couldn't restrain herself from eagerly kissing back. Mira let her, tying up the corset from the back. As she tightened it, Joan just became more passionate in her kissing, putting her arms around Mira.
She broke off the kiss as she tied off the end of the lace in a bow, gently shrugging off Joan's arms. "Easy, now, I have to get you dressed," she said.
"But...," Joan murmured, feeling warmer than before, not wanting to be teased again. "Don't worry," she said, and leaned forward to pick up something else laying behind Joan; she put her knee on the bed, grinding it between Joan's legs. She couldn't help but moan out. Mira kept pressing her knee firmly against her, letting Joan squirm a little more before saying, "Lift your arms again."
She did, and Mira slipped over a short, mostly sheer top with long sleeves. She gently lowered Joan's arms after it was over her, and kissed her on the lips again, before pulling back.
Joan just moaned softly, looking like she was going to say something, but couldn't manage words. Mira smiled-- her sleeves were long, but it ended partway down her nipple, leaving the bottoms of her breasts uncovered. She climbed up onto the bed behind Joan, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her tightly against herself. Then she moved her hands upwards, running her fingers ever gently along the underside of Joan's cleavage, causing her to squirm at the touch.
She let go, grabbing a skirt lying on the bed beside her, and pulled it up over Joan's feet with both hands. She used her left hand to keep slowly pulling up the long skirt. Joan shuddered with pleasure as Mira ran her other hand up her leg, quickly pressing her fingers inside her. She moaned, feeling damp and hot with pleasure, as Mira gave her what she had been longing for since the princess had teased her; she let out a final loud moan as she gushed onto Mira's soft fingers, Mira gently slowing down, easing her through the orgasm, as she pulled the skirt up her thighs.
Joan collapsed against the smaller woman, panting softly as Mira wiped her sticky fingers off on the bed, making sure Joan wasn't too wet before pulling the long skirt up to where it should be. She kissed Joan on the cheek, and gave her a gentle push from behind. Joan stumbled forward, still shivering a little as she stood up, and turned to face Mira.
Still panting a little, she managed to say, "Thank you...," closing her eyes as she caught her breath.
"You're welcome," Mira said, staring at Joan's outfit approvingly. "Now you're all set for the day."