Take Two

“This is a terrible choice,” you murmur, lowering your eyelashes in entirely feigned bashfulness. “How could you be so cruel to your princess?”

Caroline looks faintly startled, but a smile spreads over Harmony’s beautiful lazuline features. “Oh, Caroline, she is correct!” she cries in mock horror, pressing her hands to the expansive bosom you so long to bury your face in like a spayswurm buries itself in the mountainous reaches of your homeworld. “In requesting that the princess choose between us we have torn at her very heart! See? See how she swoons?”

Taking your cue from the diva, you gracefully fall to your knees, and then to your side, strategically twisting so that the top buttons on your space pyjamas burst off. From Caroline’s gasp, this has successfully exposed the tops of your womanly mammary-packs.

“Princess!” she cries, and you are just about to respond to the real distress in her voice by explaining that this is merely some roleplay in which you indulge so as to enhance what you suspect will be some passionate and athletic lovemaking between the three of you when Harmony intervenes.

“Have no fear, Caroline,” she says. “This is merely some roleplay in which we indulge so as to enhance what I suspect will be some passionate and athletic lovemaking between the three of us!”

“Oh,” Caroline says in tones of gradual comprehension, and then “O! The princess has fallen! Perhaps her garments are too constricting!”

“Indeed!” Harmony declares, and, without opening your eyes, you are soon delighted to feel two pairs of hands tearing away your space-pyjamas, and taking the opportunity to caress every inch of your quivering flesh.

“See how she shivers?” Harmony asks, tweaking at your nipple.

“Yes!” Caroline responds, sliding one finger into your saturated feminine love-cave. “And she moans, obviously in distress at the terrible choice we nearly forced upon her, and not because I have just added another digit to that already inside her.”

“We must warm her up at once!” Harmony commands. “To my space-hot-tub!”

With Caroline’s mercenary-honed strength, it is of no difficulty for her to lift your apparently-swooning form in her muscular arms and carry you the few steps to the diva’s luxurious bathroom! “Dear princess,” she murmurs, lowering you into Harmony’s waiting hands and also into the warm water of the tub. “Wake, and return to us!” And she kisses you tenderly even as Harmony’s clever fingers stroke your tender ecstasy-button.

You allow your eyelashes to flutter open, and return Caroline’s kiss with your own much more demanding one, caressing Harmony’s luscious breasts with your hands like a light breeze might stroke the tropical islands of Hert if that planet was not famed for its constant hurricanes.

“She wakes!” Caroline cries, and Harmony slips from your hands to dive under the water. You have only a moment to wonder what she will do down there when you feel her tongue lapping at the blood-engorged centre of your womanhood! Abruptly you recall that Harmony’s delicious sapphire skin is a result of her half-Jezzerian heritage, and that the amphibious Jezzerian women are renowned for their beautiful singing voices, their ability to hold their breath and their strong and agile tongues!

These are facts you are not likely to forget again. Through the magic of nasal singing, Harmony’s voice floats up through the water as you float within it, stifling your cries against Caroline’s eager mouth:

Roses are red,
And I am blue;
Sugar is sweet,
But not as sweet as
The juices of your
Pink pleasure passages…!

And with these extraordinary lyrics plucking at your soul similarly to the way Caroline tweaks at your nipples, you climax in a long series of shudders that set small waves lapping at the edges of the pool.

“That was wonderful,” you sigh, when you have recovered the ability to speak. “But I’m afraid I must be going.”

“Do come back,” Harmony says, surfacing.

“Yes, do,” Caroline adds. “Though in the meantime, I’m sure we can find some way to amuse each other.”

You smile as the two women begin those tender overtures to the grand finale of love, and regretfully return to the bedroom, pulling on your clothes and stepping out into the corridor.

But the corridor is not empty! It is occupied by a tall, broad-shouldered man, whose pale skin is set off by his dark, curling hair, his dark, tidy goatee, his dark, silken eyepatch and his dark, smouldering eye.

“Thank Proet!” he says fervently. “There’s no time to explain! Come with me at once!”

A strange and officious command! Will you obey?

1) Certainly not! You are a princess! People obey YOU.

2) Curious about what could possibly be so important, you follow him.

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