Chapter 5

“If you will be gentle with me, I shall give you my virtue right here and now, Princess Solange, my promised one.”

“I will always be gentle with you,” Solange said, pulling Princess Lingonberry’s body down on top of her own. “For I do love you. Perhaps more than I care to admit.” But that was all she had time to say, for Lingonberry was again busy smothering her with kisses.

The two women kissed with a sense of urgency and passion, Lingonberry moaning into Princess Solange’s mouth as hands tugged at cloth and fingers trailed over soft skin. Soon the two women had their clothing wadded into a makeshift pillow under Princess Lingonberry’s head as Solange knelt at her side.

Lingonberry placed her hands on her own bare thighs and drew them slowly upward, across her tummy, and over her breasts as Solange looked on from just above. Lingonberry let her fingertips continue gliding over her throat and through her blonde hair until finally letting them rest right above her head.

Princess Lingonberry stretched out and let out a breathy sigh. “My body is yours to do with as you please, Solange,” she said. “I’m giving it to you. All of it. I trust you will be gentle.”

Princess Solange smiled a sweet smile and lowered her lips to within a teasing distance of her lover’s mouth. “I promise,” she said, and guided her lips the rest of the way down until she was pressed firmly up against Princess Lingonberry. A soft moan emanated from the two lip-locked women.

Lingonberry spread her legs wide and arched her back, her creamy white skin outlined in purple clover as she stretched out over the ground beneath her. Princess Solange moved until she lay nestled between Lingonberry’s thighs, her darker skin contrasting with the fair princess beneath her.

“You are a very lovely princess,” Solange whispered, brushing her lips over the skin just under Lingonberry’s ear. “Are you sure this is what you wish?”

“Yesss,” Lingonberry sighed as she pulled Solange in tighter, her legs encircling Princess Solange’s waist and hands pawing at her hair. “Yes, more than anything.” Princess Lingonberry cupped her lover’s cheeks as she began covering her face in tiny kisses.

Kisses that started out as small pecks here and there grew longer and more passionate with each passing moment. Soon a light sheen of perspiration was forming between the two lovers as they wrestled in each others arms.

“I am yours, Solange,” Princess Lingonberry heaved. “Take me. Claim my body as your own.”

Princess Solange shuddered upon hearing her lover’s wish — so sure of herself in her desire. “It would be my pleasure, my lovely princess.” Solange shifted to one side to rest her weight on her elbow, separating herself from Lingonberry’s embrace.

Princess Lingonberry pouted at the loss of contact, lying in the clover, chest flushed and heaving. Solange smiled and trailed her fingertip over her lover’s pouting lips. Princess Lingonberry squirmed under her touch. “I will not leave you wanting,” Solange assured her.

Princess Solange gathered Lingonberry’s hands in her own and held them fast. “Keep them above your head, love, and let me do all the work,” she whispered. “If you can manage.”

The words of a retort were just beginning to form on Princess Lingonberry’s lips when Solange lowered her head and pressed her tongue to the notch in the center of the blonde princess’s collarbone. For her part, Lingonberry was doing a fair job of keeping her hands in place, though with the occasional shiver coursing through her body as Solange drew her tongue slowly upward.

Princess Lingonberry’s breathing grew more erratic and she pressed her lips together in a sort of half-grimace, half-grin and fought to keep her hands still. Princess Solange continued dragging her tongue over the soft skin of Lingonberry’s neck, and started grinning herself as she got closer to the struggling woman’s chin.

“Not so easy is it?” Solange teased.

Princess Lingonberry answered with a breathy shudder.

Solange smiled, taking great pleasure in watching her new lover’s composure starting to quickly come unraveled. She moved back to the same starting point in the center of Lingonberry’s collarbone. Princess Lingonberry wrung her hands together, trying her best not to move them, and moaned loudly as Princess Solange started her journey again.

This time Solange had set her sights on a more southerly destination. She was thoroughly enjoying Lingonberry’s struggles to remain still, while at the same time, taking pleasure in the fact that she was so receptive to the affections Solange bestowed upon her.

Princess Lingonberry shuddered again as Solange blazed a new trail down through the valley of her breasts. Princess Solange grinned as she felt the unbridled thudding of Lingonberry’s heart. She was beginning to think that it might be an enjoyable year indeed, particularly with this fair princess sharing her bed.

Lingonberry let out a long, deep moan as Princess Solange guided her tongue to the woman’s stiff pink nipple and drew a slow circle around it. Solange repeated the design, and was rewarded by another moan. But when she drew Lingonberry’s nipple into her mouth with a gentle suction, the moan was replaced by a gasp.

Solange lay content in the soft purple clover aside the shivering and gasping Princess Lingonberry. She swirled her tongue one more time and then released her lover’s flesh with an audible pop. Lingonberry briefly fell silent and met Solange’s gaze with half-lidded eyes. Princess Solange kissed her on the lips and the moaning quickly returned.

As Solange pressed her lips to Lingonberry’s, and the two engaged in a brief battle of tongues, Solange reached down with her fingertips and drew them ever so slowly over the smooth and trembling flesh of Lingonberry’s inner thigh.

This was the final straw for Princess Lingonberry who could no longer keep her hands still. She reached down to clutch Solange’s shoulders in her grasp and raked her fingernails across her back. Now it was Solange’s turn to gasp.

As she felt her own heartbeat quickening, Princess Solange grasped at the flesh of Lingonberry’s thigh in her hand. She kneaded and squeezed, randomly pawing at different places as Lingonberry bucked her hips and spread her legs even wider.

“Want you,” Princess Lingonberry heaved, the first semi-intelligible words to come from her mouth in quiet some time. Lingonberry moved her hand to Solange’s elbow and pressed with a non-verbal urgency.

“As you wish, my princess.” Solange grinned as she trailed her fingers upward until she encountered a slippery warm moisture. Lingonberry let out a moan and shuddered violently as Princess Solange explored the tender swollen folds around Lingonberry’s entrance with teasing fingers.

“Mmm. Now. Want you now.”

“As you wish.” Solange pressed gently upward and felt Princess Lingonberry part easily under her touch. She shivered a little at the feeling of Lingonberry’s warmth enveloping her finger.

Lingonberry lay shuddering, her hips grinding against the soft clover that made her bed, and moaning almost constantly. Princess Solange gazed down upon her lover, whose eyes had now rolled back into her head. Solange smiled and began moving her finger in a slow and gentle rhythm.

“Yesss. O Like that.” Princess Lingonberry managed as she continued grinding against Solange.

Solange, having been given much opportunity by Macy and Clara and Suki, knew exactly where to rub her lover on the inside while she slowly moved her mouth to that special place on the outside. Princess Solange left a moist tongue-trail everywhere she went.

Between Lingonberry’s breasts she journeyed — pausing to tease a nipple, and then another — finally pulling her tongue slowly over Lingonberry’s quivering stomach. When she reached her destination, Princess Solange extended her tongue and started in slow.

“O Solange!” Lingonberry gasped as Princess Solange’s tongue finally made tentative contact with Lingonberry’s sensitive nub. “O Yes!” she continued. “O Yes!”

Princess Solange kept up the gentle thrusts of her finger and the swirling, flicking motion of her tongue as Lingonberry lay heaving and shuddering beneath her. “Just you wait,” she thought to herself. “Just you wait.” She felt Lingonberry tightening around her and knew the woman was close.

Princess Lingonberry shuddered, clamped down on Solange, and screamed.

In the same meadow, a short distance away

Stedman and Darius both looked up from the pile of apples they were munching upon when they heard Princess Lingonberry cry out and then fall silent. The two geldings listened a while longer, but heard nothing more. They decided that Princess Lingonberry must be alright and turned their attention back to the apples. After all, she was with Solange who would surely protect her from any dangers.

In the patch of purple clover

Two princesses, one dark and one light, lay in a tangle of limbs catching their breath. Fragrant purple clover surrounded their spent and sprawling bodies as the golden sun offered them warmth from above.

“O Solange,” Princess Lingonberry heaved. “That was most glorious. I have never experienced anything like it before. You must teach me how to return the pleasures that you have so graciously bestowed upon me.”

Princess Solange smiled a moment before leaning over to press her lips to Lingonberry’s. “In time, my love. In time.”

After expelling a long and languid sigh, Princess Lingonberry rolled up onto her elbow and gazed down at Princess Solange. “Thank you,” she said and laid her head to rest upon Solange’s gently rising and falling chest.

Solange wrapped Lingonberry in her arms and settled back to enjoy the warmth of her skin and the gentle sound of her rhythmic breathing, until such time that the woman’s breaths gave way to a gentle purr of a snore that reminded Solange of a sleeping kitten.

“Even her snoring is perfect,” Princess Solange thought as she chuckled. As she ran her fingers through Lingonberry’s soft, golden locks, Solange glanced down at the clover-chain bracelet encirling her wrist. “Thank you, Lingonberry. And if you should ever again find yourself in need of rescue, I promise I will be there.”

Later that evening, in the dining room

At one end of a long oaken table, covered with a perfectly pressed white cloth, the king and queen sat with their daughter and her newfound friend and lover Princess Lingonberry.

“O That was simply a most delicious dish.” Lingonberry sat back in her chair and rubbed her tummy contentedly. “May I know what it is called?”

“Coq au vin, dear.” The queen reached over and cupped Princess Lingonberry’s hand under her own, turning to smile. “My husband is anxious to try out new foods in preparation for the wedding feast.”

Princess Solange shot a glare on her mother’s direction.

“Not to worry, ladies,” the king said, “we will honor your wishes. The ceremony won’t be for another year.”

“And how was your afternoon outing?” the queen asked, still holding Lingonberry’s hand.

Solange began to turn a bit red in the face, but Princess Lingonberry was still smiling and unfazed. “It was most glorious,” Lingonberry said, “and most relaxing. There is a beautiful meadow just a short ride away. It is bursting with the softest purple clover. To feel it against one’s skin is simply magnificent.”

Solange let out the breath she was holding and felt under the table until she found Princess Lingonberry’s other hand under the table and squeezed it gently.

“Perhaps you girls could ride out there again tomorrow.” The queen winked at Princess Lingonberry and turned her gaze to her daughter. “Would you like me to ask Macy to put on the silk sheets for tonight?”

Princess Solange turned her head to Lingonberry who nodded her approval. “That would be fine mother.” Solange smiled. “Thank you.”

I hope you enjoyed this little fairy tale. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I do like to read them.