Dungeon Crawling The Soldier and Her Queen chapter 8 by TinyLesbo

Alice's first proper 'session' with the Princess was, in a word, sloppy.

 

Honestly, that was more or less what she'd expected. The Princess had admitted before now that her only experience of these matters was in books, and books... didn't quite capture the magic of in person experience.

 

And of course, Alice wasn't exactly the all-knowing sage either. But as Garnet's tongue wrestled with hers, awkward slurping sounds rattling through the dungeon, this was as good a place to learn as any. No one would interrupt them down here, so they could do whatever they wanted, and if there was an emergency, heavens forbid, Alice could get herself dressed and ready within two minutes, even if that did mean responding to said emergency in a stupid dress.

 

Said dress had been forgotten on the floor for a while now, along with the Princess' many layers. Frowning with curiosity, said Princess was currently nudging Alice's thigh to one side, leaning in closer and closer until Alice's entire body was quivering from anticipation. 

 

"So um," Garnet cleared her throat. "How do I, um?"

 

"W-well, that depends on what you want to do?" Alice blushed. The Princess of Alexandria was spreading her thighs like a curtain at the theatre, and had no idea what she wanted to do. It looked like confusion and clumsy fumbling were going to feature a lot in their 'sessions'.

 

"W-well what do you do?" Garnet quizzed, running her thumb through the tuft of mousey hair on Alice's mound. "I assume there's more to be done than just... play with it?"

 

"Well..." Alice swallowed. "You can do that. You can touch it, stick a finger in, or... lick it."

 

"Lick?" Garnet frowned, and Alice couldn't tell if that was revulsion or bemusement on her face. "People do that?"

 

"I... haven't seen it happen." Alice looked away. "But I've heard rumours that it does. The girls at the barracks certainly aren't shy when it comes to um... experimenting with each other."

 

"Hm. So you've heard of it?" Garnet said.

 

"Mhmm. Locker room gossip." Alice nodded. "You hear things like, "Oh, Titania failed her fitness today, so she had to eat Celeste's pussy as punishment!'"

 

"Eat her pussy?" Garnet's eyes widened. "Are they all this crass?"

 

"Usually. There's a sort of reverse snobbiness in the ranks. Anyone considered posh is generally shunned..." Alice withered. While it wasn't exactly a kind practice, she herself had engaged in it. If nothing else, to help ingratiate herself. She was enough of an outcast already, especially with this new job of hers drawing unwanted attention.

 

"Hm. Well I'll hope you won't shun me." Garnet winked, pushing one of Alice's thighs upwards. "...fascinating. It seems to stretch and expand as required."

 

"My legs don't though...!" Alice winced, and Garnet lessened her grip. Like a rubber band wrapped around her thighs, her legs were only going to stretch so far apart, and she was just fortunate that the Princess noticed this.

 

"I-I do apologise." She withdrew her hands immediately. "I just... don't get the chance to properly look, what without a companion."

 

"It's okay, just... be gentle." Alice smiled. It was all a learning curve after all, and if she was teaching a princess how to do these things, then she had to be firm.

 

"So what if I...?" Garnet carefully extended a hand again, and her index finger sunk into the soft pink flesh between Alice's thighs. Alice gasped at the sudden sensation, a lost finger stumbling about inside of her, but then she remembered who was doing it, and allowed herself to relax a little more.

"Hm," Garnet smiled. "The sensation. It's almost like a mouth. Wet, squishy, hot inside, bumpy in places..."

 

"Even kinda lOoks like one if you turn sideways." Alice stammered, her voice hitching as fingernail caught on something in there.

 

 Garnet obliged, tilting her head like a cat lost in thought. Slowly puckering her bottom lip, nodding in agreement. "Yes, perhaps it does. Hmm..."

 

Examining her from every conceivable angle, the Princess seemed lost in her own world as Alice just laid there, one knee raised, as her most tender parts were prodded, probed and fondled. Every time it felt weird or invasive, she took a breath and reminded herself who was doing this. It was the Princess whose fingers were spreading her pussy, massaging the flesh like an overly thorough butcher. Whose index finger just slid all the way into her, and had her thigh twitching. Whose face was hovering dangerously close...!

 

"Maybe I will..." She bit her lip, before sinking those lips between Alice's thighs. Eyes wide, her brain was in overdrive as the Princess of Alexandria nestled her face between her legs. Eyes closed, nose gently pecking her on the mound, Garnet's raven locks tickled her legs as she planted a soft, muffled kiss on the flesh of her pussy.

 

And the yelp that left Alice was unreal. Unable to stop it before it escaped her, the lightning escaped her bottle and rattled up the stairs with an awful echo. 

 

She just had to pray no one heard that...

 

"...fascinating." Garnet pursed her lips a few times. "The um, personal musk, shall we say, it's not so bad. And the little hairs tickle you when you kiss, I suppose like a moustache."

 

And that had to be the least sexy thing the princess had said so far. Her dad had a moustache. She didn't want to imagine him while the princess was groping around her nethers. 

 

"But I suppose it's all part of the learning process, hmm?" Garnet was back on track, curling arms around her waist. "Just as long as you're willing to teach?"

 

Alice gulped at the princess looking up at her. Innocent brown eyes. A delicate smile. Resting her head in her lap.

 

With the heat pounding between her thighs, what was a girl supposed to say? No?

 

"I-I... she stammered, her brain somewhere else right now. "I'll try."