The palace servant, a minor acquiantance of hers when she'd been a guard, gave Joan a smile as she lead her to the door of the flower garden. Joan thanked her, wondering what she meant by it-- was it out of envy? Pity? Admiration? Humour? Amusement at the size of her uncovered breasts? She decided she'd assume it was friendly, and walked barefoot into the hot sand, looking around; half looking for her mistress, who'd summoned for her, but half simply admiring the amazing view. She'd known the princess had a huge, opulent garden, full of all sorts of plants that shouldn't possibly thrive in the arid desert, imported from faraway jungle planets just so she could say she had, but now she realized there was more to it; the colours were simply beautiful, and the smell was exquisite.
She walked through the flowers, admiring them, walking through the light, brightly coloured foliage for a good couple of minutes before she caught sight of the princess. She was laying, propped up against a pillow, in the middle of an empty ring of sand. The sun shone brightly, covering her naked body, and she looked pleased to see Joan, with her legs spread apart just enough to seem inviting. The princess gestured lazily with two fingers for her to come, her eyes betraying that she wanted her to hurry.
Joan quickly approached her, looking down at her princess uncertainly; guessing, she knelt down between her legs. Lazily, Tara reached up and grabbed her arm, tugging a little bit on her. When Joan just looked confused, Tara gave a sudden and strong yank, causing her to fall down heavily, crashing onto Tara's body, the side of her chin hitting the princess's right breast. She looked worried, thinking that she might've been hurt, but Tara just smiled faintly at her, licking her lips a little bit.
Tara stroked her pet's hair gently with one hand, keeping her head squished against her soft chest, affectionately petting her. Joan murmured softly, pleased at the feeling. She kept at it, running her hand along the side of her head, stroking her hair and her cheek, gently touching her fingers against Joan's lips, holding her body closely.
"Good girl," she whispered into her pet's ear, continuing to pet. Joan said nothing, but snuggled against her, delighted by the gentle physical affection; caught between the warmth of the hot sunlight and the warmth of the princess's beautiful body.
Tara undid the bra that barely covered Joan's cleavage, and taking the cue, she quickly pulled her skirt, awkwardly stripping while still on top. But soon enough she was lying naked, her mistress continuing to pet her gently. Tara took her by the chin, and gently lowered her head down her breast a little more, kissing her affectionately on the top of the head, but carefully moving her until her mouth was touching the edge of Tara's nipple.
"Go on, pet," she said softly, continuing to stroke her cheek.
Joan murmured, and obediently, kissed at the edge, moving in so her soft lips kept kissing at her tit; as her mistress moaned, she kept at it, wrapping her lips around her nipple and sucking on it, feeling it turn firm in her mouth. Tara continued to let out sounds of pleasure, and without any further prompting, she moved on to her other breast, kissing it too until it was the same.
Tara took her by the shoulders, turning her aside so Joan was laying flat atop of her, tilting her chin upwards, and leaning in. "That's a good girl," she said, and smooched her on the lips, causing Joan to blush in surprise, in spite of herself. She stroked her cheek more, smiling at her as she held her; then leaning in again, she kissed again, this time more deeply. She sucked gently on her pet's lower lip, then on her tongue, kissing slowly but intensely, holding her body tightly against hers the whole time. After a while, she broke off, her lips still brushing against Joan's.
"You like that, don't you? Mmm," she said softly, kissing her again. "Of course you do... now, lower, pet." Tara kissed her once more, then pressed down on her shoulders, pushing her downwards. Joan moved with it, shifting backwards a little as she went down the princess's body, resting her lips against her sex, rubbing her nose against her mistress's neatly shaved hair.
She kissed at it, pressing her lips against her and rolling her tongue inside, sucking gently at her folds, murmuring softly into her, unable to help but enjoy herself; as she kissed, Tara moaned softly, stroking her hair as she ate her out.
Joan kept at her, kissing deeply, her tongue rolling as far as she could, being deliberate and trying to rub in just the right spot; as the princess moaned out even more, holding her pet's head tightly between her legs, Joan felt her mouth become wet and full as she gushed into it, only letting go once she had been eased through her orgasm. Eventually, she eased up, still stroking Joan's hair as she gently lifted her pet back into her former position.
"Oh," she murmured, kissing her sticky lips. "That's a good girl... a very good girl, yes you are. Mm...." And then she kissed some more.
Tara smiled sweetly at her, holding her body against her own tightly, promising that she'd reward her for it later, continuing to pet her gently. For now, though, she just kept holding her close, neither of the two wanting to move at all. They snuggled for a while, both eventually falling asleep together under the heat of the desert sun.