Amour in the Armoury The Soldier and Her Queen chapter 7 by TinyLesbo

Alice’s secondment was a bizarre request, she had to be honest. 

All she knew at first was the princess’ instruction; ‘meet me in the armoury’. It made a change from her chambers, sure, but exactly what the princess had planned was still up in the air.

 

That armoury? Cleared out. Meeting with awkward stares from many of her cohort on the way, Alice tentatively took the spiral stairs down to the castle’s lowest floor, with no hide nor hair of security to be seen.

 

Except of course, for her. If there was an actual emergency right now, shit was about to hit the fan.

 

Alice swallowed down something unpleasant at the thought. It was all very well becoming the princess’ plaything, but if anything went wrong, she was going to lose a lot more than her cushy new title.

 

With every wooden stair creaking underfoot, and every suspiciously clean flagstone passing by, her thoughts only got cloudier. What exactly could happen down here?

 

This was used to train new recruits, and occasionally keep prisoners segregated from the main population. Political ones especially. 

Maybe the isolation was what the princess had in mind? No one would hear her scream down here, that was for sure.

 

….Alice shook her head fervently. This was the princess. This wasn’t a ritual killing. She hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Probably.

 

With every step down, the temperature dropped, but the dungeony atmosphere was suddenly flooded with colour. The floor of the armoury was festooned with curtains and throw pillows, and amongst them, the raven haired beauty Alice had been seeking. 

Smiling warmly as her companion arrived, Garnet even bowed upon seeing her, and only then did Alice notice the fencing sabre in her hand. So that was her game? A training session?

 

“I um… hi?” Alice returned the bow. “So we’re uh, fighting?”

 

”Not exactly,” Garnet bounced the tip against her index finger. “These ones are only practice swords, so there won’t be any undue injury. To make things more interesting though…” she smirked, and sheathed the sabre. 

It was carefully stowed away amongst maybe half a dozen others, and then Garnet reached behind to pull her ties loose. 

Sliding out of her orange jumpsuit, and then her corset, and then her blouse, and then her underwear, suddenly Alice had to avert her eyes.

She’d seen a lot of the princess in the past ten days or so since she’d earned this little promotion. But as belly curved beautifully down to voluptuous hips, and a flawlessly manicured patch of dark hair between her thighs, the reality hit. She was seeing everything the princess had to offer today.

 

….except for her boots. They stayed on, apparently. Clicking rhythmically across the dungeon floor and over to her, Garnet ran her hand around the back of Alice’s neck, and tilted the blonde’s head forward. “Now it’s your turn.”

 

With a kiss on the cheek, Garnet ‘helped’ Alice out of her posh dress, where all the layers and petticoats were slowly stripped from her body. 

Her insecurities and blush growing fiercer with every scrap of fabric she was denuded of, things hit critical mass as her cotton bloomers slipped down her thighs, courtesy of the princess’ very curious hands.

 

”Hm. You’ve filled out a little,” Garnet ran a hand down Alice’s chest, where there was actual flesh filling out the bumps in her ribs. “A royal advance, I presume?”

 

”J-just a few good meals.” Alice forced a smile. Crossing one thigh in front of the other, she’d never felt more vulnerable, despite the princess being just as naked as her, and with more to show for it.

 

Bigger boobs, more curves, more hair down there… maybe she wasn’t self conscious because she was naked. But because someone was nakeder and prettier and-

 

“Hey. It’s okay.” Garnet’s voice cut through her nerves. Just like the princess’ knee, which pushed her shy thigh aside. Slotting hers between the teen’s, she got up close and personal. Their lips met, and Alice stammered as Garnet’s probing hand travelled down her body.

 

Resting at the crest of Alice’s belly and gently sampling the soft, downy hair between her legs, a finger ran the length of the crevice amidst her mound. 

Alice shivered at the touch. Were they really doing this? Getting naked in some dungeon and probing each other?

 

But then… what were all the swords for? How were they going to play into-

 

Suddenly Alice’s thoughts were shattered as the princess’ tongue found its way into her mouth.