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A naïve princess | WaterMage | 32

 

At times, it was difficult for a princess of royal blood to move unseen, but Liandra has had practice. For a day, she trailed Sister Patricia. Watching her movements from the shadows. The Sister was distracted as she roamed the palace, performing rituals or occasionally advising noblewomen on spiritual matters. Her actions seemed normal, but there was something about the whole situation that worried Liandra. She wished Rosalia was there, but she was away pleasuring ogres, so Liandra was forced to resort to caution.

Her watchfulness paid off late in the evening. Patricia should be heading to the chapel for Evensong, but instead she had vanished into one of the most overgrown sections of the palace gardens. Suspicious, Liandra followed, moving silently through the bushes with the skills she had learned while adventuring.

What she saw almost made her give herself away with a gasp. Patricia had come to an old patio, weeds pocking through the gaps between the marble slabs. There, she had met with a man – a tall, handsome man in dark clothes, and with a foreign appearance. As soon as she saw him, she knelt.

But that was not what made Liandra want to cry out with shock. For a moment after she knelt, the man said something to her. Something too quiet for the princess to hear. And the pious nun shrugged out of her simple cloth robe, letting it fall for her shoulders. Underneath, she was naked except for a bracelet that must be the one Liandra sought – and a complex knotwork of ropes that wrapped around her body, pulling tight round her breasts to make them stand firm, and threading between her legs and up the crack of her buttocks. Liandra was suddenly certain that it must pass between her pussy lips, and that it was not the cool evening air that made the holy woman’s nipples stand hard.

 

Should Liandra intervene? stay silent? alert someone?

 
 
 

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