The Princess and the Queen

Everything was abuzz at the Kingdom of Everdina. The Princess was celebrating another birthday, and everyone knew that the best way to get into the Queen’s good graces was to shower the Princess with love, and most of the noble court had prepared themselves to do just that. 

The ballroom was a spectacle of grandeur, transformed into a majestic haven fit for the Princess's 16th birthday. Gilded chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, each crystal refracting light into a cascade of rainbows that danced across the polished marble floors. The walls were draped in rich velvet tapestries, embroidered with intricate golden threads that depicted the kingdom’s most triumphant moments. Towering floral arrangements, composed of rare and exotic blooms, lined the perimeter of the room, their sweet fragrance mingling with the scent of fine incense burning in silver censers.

In the center of the ballroom, a grand staircase descended like a waterfall of marble, its balustrade adorned with twinkling lights that gave the illusion of starlight. The Queen had spared no expense, ensuring that every detail exuded opulence. Tables were set with the finest crystal and china, each place setting accompanied by a personalized golden scroll inviting the guests to partake in the evening’s festivities. 

Above, a domed ceiling painted with a mural of the night sky sparkled with embedded gems, mimicking the constellations. Musicians dressed in elegant attire played softly from a raised platform, their melodies adding to the enchantment of the evening. It was a celebration to be remembered for ages, the Queen's grand vision brought to life in every corner of the lavishly decorated ballroom, and yet the Princess was nowhere to be seen. 

The Queen sat regally at the front of the room, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the ballroom. She was poised on a magnificent throne, crafted from the finest dark mahogany. The throne beside her remained empty, though the Kingdom had been mourning the late King for quite a few years now. 

Her gown was a masterpiece, the fabric was a deep sapphire blue, shimmering like the night sky, with silver threads woven throughout, catching the light with every movement. The bodice was intricately embroidered with delicate patterns of vines and flowers, each petal and leaf outlined in diamonds. Her sleeves were long and flowing, tapering to a point at her wrists, where they were fastened with silver clasps shaped like tiny crowns. Her dark hair was styled elegantly, cascading in soft waves down her back, a few strands braided with silver ribbons that matched her gown. 

The Queen’s eyes, a striking shade of deep blue, surveyed the room with what appeared to be calmness, but was really turmoil inside, wondering yet again where Princess Lucretia was. They had been planning to announce her arrival a few hours ago, and yet she was still nowhere to be found. She was trying to retain her composure, but it was becoming more and more difficult by the second. At last, her personal guard leaned down into her ear, and whispered that the Princess had finally been found. She let out a sigh of relief, her eyes staring directly at the staircase, knowing her daughter would make her arrival at any second. 

“Announcing… Princess Lucretia Valentina Anastasia Seraphina, Duchess of Eldoria, Heiress to the Crescent Isles, Lady of the Silver Moon, and the Heir to the Kingdom of Everdina.” Everyone in the room turned to the staircase, and watched as the beautiful Princess stepped down step by step, with the hired orchestra playing around her. It was just as the Queen had imagined, and she clapped her hands together once in delight, unable to help herself. 

The fabric of her gown seemed almost ethereal, made of the finest silk and organza, and adorned with delicate silver embroidery. Tiny pearls and crystals were meticulously sewn into the gown, catching the light and creating a soft, iridescent glow around her. The bodice was fitted perfectly, highlighting her slender figure with a sweetheart neckline. The gown's sleeves were off-the-shoulder, made of sheer material, and embellished with tiny, intricate beadwork. The skirt billowed out from her waist, cascading in layers that trailed behind her like a gentle wave, the hem brushing lightly against the marble steps.

Her dark hair was styled in loose, cascading curls, adorned with a delicate silver tiara that sat elegantly atop her head. The tiara was set with sapphires that matched the deep blue of her eyes, and her hair shimmered as it caught the light, each curl framing her face like a halo. Her skin was flawless, with a soft, warm complexion that glowed. A silver pendant, shaped like a crescent moon, rested against her collarbone, the small sapphire at its center echoing the color of her eyes and the stones in her tiara.

The room fell into a hushed silence as she reached the bottom of the staircase, all eyes fixed on the radiant figure of Princess Lucretia as she prepared to take her place at the heart of the celebration. As soon as she reached the bottom, the crowd began clapping, and every person in the room looked delighted as she parted their way, taking her steps slowly towards the smaller chair set next to her mother’s throne. As soon as she made eye contact with the Queen, her face shifted from indifference to delight, and everyone in the room could tell once again how much the Princess loved her dear mother. 

“Where have you been?” Queen Ophelia asked, trying not to sound irritated, though with such a gentle demeanor, it was hard for her to ever feel irritation.

“Trying to postpone my arrival for as long as possible,” the Princess replied, with a grin still plastered on her face as she surveyed her people.

The Queen sighed, and said, “I know you’re not eager to face your people, particularly on this day, but you know how much it means to me. Besides, look at how many presents they’ve showered upon you. That must at least mean something to you.”

“I already have everything I’ve ever wished for, mother,” she paused. “Well, almost.” She shook her head, “I’d rather spend the evening alone with you than have to pretend to be something I’m not for these people.”

The Queen opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the Duke of Hastings, forcing the Princess to grumble to herself and pretend to smile once more. A few more dances later, it was finally ready for the Princess to open her presents, and the crowd braced with anticipation, each trying to outshine each other, hoping for the Queen’s good graces. 

Princess Lucretia received a collection of opulent gifts, each more extravagant than the last, a finely crafted music box inlaid with mother-of-pearl, playing a melody composed specifically for her, a set of diamond-studded hairpins, each pin tipped with a rare, colored gemstone, a golden carriage, intricately detailed and lined with the softest velvet, designed for her personal use and a majestic white stallion, bred from the finest lineage, with a saddle encrusted in jewels. The Queen thanked each and everyone of them, with the Princess nodding her thank you in response, though it was clear to those who knew her that she didn’t care for any of the presents. The Queen’s old family friend, Lord Edmonton and his son, Rylin, were next to present their gift, and they stepped onto the dias, both smiling pleasantly at the two women. 

Lord Edmonton kissed the Queen’s hand, his eyes crinkling as he said, “I remember when our children played together, and look how old she is now. You’ve raised a beautiful woman, your highness.”

The Queen looked absolutely flattered, and said, “your son is growing up to be a strong man as well.” 

With that, Lord Edmonton ushered his son forwards, and Rylin handed the small perfectly wrapped package to the Princess. He looked absolutely enamored with her, his smile crooked as their fingers grazed against each other. The Princess smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, and unwrapped the package, revealing a pendant featuring a stone the same color as her eyes. The Queen sucked in a breath and said, “absolutely stunning, Lord Edmonton. You’ve always given the Princess such beautiful gifts.”

He gave her a bow, saying, “thank you, your highness.”

The Princess knew her duty, and said, “thank you, Lord Edmonton.” But added the pendant’s box onto her mountain of gifts, knowing she would never even attempt to wear it with the amount of jewelry she already had in her possession. 

“You are aware that because the Princess is of age, we have been looking for a proper noble suitor for her hand?” The Queen asked.

Lord Edmonton nodded and bowed his head once more. “I have been hoping to have this conversation with you, your highness. I have heard rumors of you speaking to a few candidates. I was hoping that you had Rylin in mind for this endeavor.” The two younger adults looked at each other, but looked away quickly. Rylin looked incredibly embarrassed, but the Princess only irritated. 

“It is very important for me that Lucretia not only finds a man of noble descent, but one that cares for her deeply as well. He must be kindhearted and firm, as he will be the next King. This will be the most important thing I do before my passing, and I take it very seriously,” she said.

Lord Edmonton nodded, “that is completely understandable, and I believe Rylin would be the perfect candidate for the role.”

“We will speak more when the presents have all been opened,” the Queen said, dismissing her subject. Lord Edmonton and Rylin stepped aside, though the Lord seemed to be whispering something with an urgency into Rylin’s ear, and the boy nodded, like he was determined to listen to his father, despite his embarrassment. 

For the rest of the evening, and all throughout dancing and dinner, Rylin tried to stand next to the Princess and speak to her, particularly bringing up their few encounters during their childhood. She tried to step away from him every chance she got, but felt more and more frustrated by the second, and at last couldn’t take it anymore. She ‘skipped’ over her long dress, though after years of training, could never actually do so on purpose, and spilled her glass of red wine all over his white shirt. He gasped, looking down at it, and the Queen hurried over at once, having been standing right beside them speaking to a Duke. “Oh my, Rylin. I must apologize. Lucretia, do you have anything to say?”

The Princess glared at both her mother, then at the man now dripping with red wine, enough that it would never be able to rub off. She had had enough of her mother’s attempts to match her up with someone. Despite all her years of training to be kind and courteous, she stomped her right foot onto the ground like a brat and said, “you couldn’t stop setting up with men even on my birthday? Not even one day? Can you care about how I feel even for a second, mother?” Thankfully, she wasn’t loud enough for everyone in the dining hall to hear her, but those around her definitely did as they turned around and stared at the Princess’s outburst in shock. The Queen looked like her daughter had slapped her, but the Princess was no longer present to see her mother’s expression. She rushed off, carrying her dress upwards so she could run back to her bedchambers and close the door behind her, perhaps to pretend that none of this had ever happened. 

Queen Ophelia apologized to everyone around her, though all who had heard the exchange informed the Queen that she would never have anything to apologize for. She spent the rest of the evening in a state of worry and unease, though tried her best to look as upbeat as possible as she informed her guests that the Princess had a headache and had left for the evening, though definitely had a great time. 

Later that night, Ophelia had her maids change her into her night dress, a flowing gown of soft, ivory silk, trimmed with delicate lace, a dark blue that reflected the candlelight as she walked to her daughter’s bedroom, which was right down the hall from her. She knocked softly, saying, “Lucretia, are you awake?”

There was a pause, and a voice replied, “yes, mother.”

Queen Ophelia pushed the door open and stepped inside, spotting her daughter sitting on the floor with her nightgown spread around her. It was made of the finest lavender satin that draped softly over her figure. It featured a gentle, lace-trimmed neckline and thin straps, with intricate floral embroidery along the hem. The room was spacious - her bed, the centerpiece of the room, was a grand four-poster draped in sheer, flowing curtains of pale lavender, tied back with silver tassels. The canopy was lined with velvet, and the bed itself was piled high with plush pillows and a quilted duvet embroidered with the royal crest. A large chandelier hung high above the bed.

A large, arched window framed by heavy velvet drapes overlooked the palace gardens, offering a view of the moonlit landscape beyond. Beneath the window stood a chaise lounge upholstered in soft, dove-gray fabric, a perfect spot for reading, though it seemed like the Princess rarely used it. 

In one corner of the room, a vanity table made of polished ivory sat adorned with an array of perfumes, brushes, and jewelry, each item placed with care by the maids.

Across the room, a marble fireplace added warmth, its mantle decorated with delicate porcelain figurines and a vase of fresh flowers that filled the air with a subtle, sweet fragrance. A richly woven rug, featuring intricate patterns in shades of silver and lavender, covered the wooden floor, which she now sat on. The Queen frowned at the Princess, and knelt down to sit next to her, her dress now covering the Princesses’. “Why are you sitting on the ground like this instead of sleeping?” She asked.

“I have too much on my mind to sleep,” the Princess replied, refusing to look at her mother.

“And do you have an explanation of what you did today? Or are you going to give me the same excuse you always have?”

The Princess crossed her arms, and turned to look at her, “he deserved it for following me like a lost puppy all night.”

“He was trying to woo you, Lucretia. He was a perfectly fine suitor, one that would treat you well, and he would make a great King,” Ophelia pushed.

Lucretia only rolled her eyes in response. “I’m not interested in him.” 

“This is the seventh suitor you have scared away. At this rate, you’re not going to have anyone left for you,” the Queen said as patiently as she’d always have. 

With the Princess refusing to respond, the Queen moved forward, and wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her close as she petted her hair. “You have to work with me, Lucretia. We must marry you, or the Kingdom will be in ruins. You’re the only child I bore with the King. The responsibility rests completely on you.”

The Princess rested her entire weight on her mother, and tears began forming in her eyes. She hated disappointing her mother, but she just couldn’t understand what she was going through. “I can’t marry someone else, because I am already in love, and they are the only person I am willing to accept.”

The Queen had never had any indication that her daughter cared for anyone, and her heart bloomed at that statement. She could work with this. It could be a good thing. She pushed her daughter slightly back so she was looking at her and said, “well, who is it? Why haven’t I heard of this before?”

Ophelia looked like she regretted telling her mother, and said, “I cannot tell you. It is too forbidden. You will never accept my love.”

The Queen tucked her daughter’s hair behind her ear and said gently, trying not to scare her away, “is he a peasant? One without noble descent? Or a bastard? We can work with this. All you have to do is tell mommy.”

The Princess played with her fingers, not sure what to say. She’d wanted to tell her mother the moment she’d found out, but she’d been so scared, wondering if it’d be so bad she’d be kicked out from the Kingdom, or worse, if her mother would never speak to her again. “I can’t… it’s too much for you to bear…” 

The expression on her daughter’s face was absolutely heartbreaking. Ophelia didn’t know what to do. She stood up, walked to the dresser, and grabbed a hairbrush before sitting back down next to her daughter. She began combing her hair, not wanting to push, but desperately needing to know who her daughter was in love with. Almost half an hour of silence passed with neither woman saying a thing, until Ophelia couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, sweetheart. I promise I won’t judge you, no matter who it is. I cannot bear to see the look on your face any longer.”

Lucretia turned around to face her mother, deciding that she was going to be brave. “Mother. It’s you. You’re the person I’m in love with.”

Ophelia paused, looking at her daughter, then gave her a gentle smile, “of course you love me. I’m your mother.”

“No. You don’t understand. I’m in love with you. I cannot be with anyone else,” Lucretia emphasized.

Ophelia tried to understand, but it didn’t make any sense. The young girl couldn’t know anything about love. She was merely confused, that was all. “Lucretia, my love. I don’t think you know what you’re saying. I’m your mother. Not only does the Kingdom shun love between two women, neither of us can rule based on the Kingdom’s rules. Besides, the biggest taboo of all is that we are mother and daughter. You are half me. You cannot be in love with me.” 

Lucretia shook her head insistently. “I am not daft, mother. I know what true love feels like, and it’s what I’ve felt for you as of late. Everytime you touch me, and caress my body, I feel shivers from head to toe. I think of you every single night. There is only you, and no one will ever compare to the love we bear for each other.” 

Ophelia was absolutely stunned. This didn’t make sense. Not at all. She had no idea where this was coming from. Was she too gentle of a mother? Was that the problem? Had she let Lucretia do what she wished for too long without the help of a father figure? All of this seemed to come from nowhere, and was a horrible, horrible dream. “Lucretia, enough. Even talk of this… is too much.” 

Lucretia wasn’t used to Ophelia’s harsher tone, and as she stared at her, the tears welled in her eyes once more, and began dripping down her cheeks and onto her gown. Ophelia reached out and pulled her daughter close, her heart breaking, but unable to do anything except for making comforting sounds. With Ophelia’s embrace, Lucretia began sobbing, her chest and shoulders heaving over and over as her sobs echoed through the large bedroom. Ophelia tried to pet her hair and console her, but it only made things so much worse. 

When the girl stopped crying, she wiped the tears from her eyes with her gown, and asked with a shaky voice, “do you not love me, mother?”

“Of course I love you. You’re the entire world to me,” Ophelia answered. It was such an easy question for her. As soon as Lucretia was born, she had been the sole focus of her universe. 

“Then why must it be like this? Why can we not be together?” Lucretia complained. 

“I…” Ophelia started, completely speechless. 

“What about this,” Lucretia said, her expression looking more positive than it’d been all night, “if we can’t be together, truly, at least we can spend one intimate night together as lovers, and promise to never mention it again. I’ll even marry whoever you choose for me with no complaints.” 

Ophelia released her daughter in another jolt of shock, shaking her head adamantly. “Lucretia… what you’re suggesting is blasphemy. We cannot lay together as lovers. I will not agree to such things. I cannot even think of such things.” 

The girl stared at her mother, her expression becoming crestfallen by the second. She burst into tears again, and when her mother reached out to her again, she avoided her and climbed onto her tall bed, pulling the heavy comforter into her body to soothe herself. She cried so much it was hard for her to see her mother sitting on the floor, and she rocked back and forth, feeling heartbreak for the first time in her life. Ophelia had never seen the expression on her daughter’s face before, and the more she looked at her, the more she believed the girl was being serious. That she was, in fact, actually in love with her. She stood up and walked over to her bed, and sat at the edge of it, unsure of what to do again. She could leave, and pretend none of this had ever happened, but would her daughter be a shell of a person she had been before? She might never speak to her again after this, being so broken hearted, and what would Ophelia have left? 

She cleared her throat, swallowed and said, “one night? Is that all you desire?”

Lucretia stopped sobbing, and looked at her mother, “are you accepting?” Ophelia nodded, like her body was taking charge of her, because she had no idea what else she could do. “Really?” Lucretia asked, looking like she hadn’t really expected Ophelia to agree. “Really, really?” Ophelia nodded again, sealing her fate.

Lucretia’s worry quickly turned into shyness, as she realized she had no idea what she was actually supposed to be doing. It was hard to get anyone to inform her of what relations between adults were really like, and all she could do was try to spy on some of the servants in their closed quarters, wishing she could someday experience it with her mother. “I don’t actually know what to do…” she admitted. She was used to telling her mother everything, and had really only kept the biggest secret of all from  her.

Ophelia smiled, finding her daughter’s shyness very cute, “I will help you. A mother has always been in charge of teaching her daughter the acts of the bedroom, though I had never expected to take part in it myself.”

Lucretia nodded eagerly, and pushed the blankets down, waiting for her mother to approach. Ophelia moved closer and closer to her, until their noses pressed lightly against each other. She began stroking her daughter’s hair as she had done all night, their breaths mingling as one. She was about to take the step of no return, and everything in her told her to leave the room, that she still had a chance to stop this, but before she could do so, Lucretia closed the gap in between them, and their lips touched for the first time since she was a little girl. The kiss was very tentative and gentle, Lucretia had no idea what she was supposed to do, and Ophelia still couldn’t believe she was doing it. They pressed their lips together once, twice, and stopped, with their breaths mingling once more. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Ophelia said. “This is so wrong.”

“I think it’s exactly how it should be,” Lucretia said. Her heart was beating so quickly and her head was dizzy. She was finally being kissed by her lover, and it was everything she’d ever wanted. She wanted to do so much more, but she didn’t know where to start. She reached around and tried to unlace her gown, but couldn’t do so without assistance. Ophelia turned her around and began helping her, finding that it was easier to do something like that rather than kiss her own daughter. She unlaced her slowly, with both women’s heads full of roaring thoughts, and pulled the dress off of her, letting it trail down onto the floor. Lucretia was wearing a perfectly fitted bra and white panties, though both of the finest silks. Ophelia hadn’t seen her daughter’s body in quite some time, and appreciated how mature she’d gotten, with a perfect hourglass shape that would be the envy of most of the women in court. 

“Let me help you, mother,” Lucretia said eagerly. Ophelia turned around, and felt her daughter’s smaller fingers pull her laces, though she did so with some struggle, as she’d never done it before with so many handmaidens around. She pulled her mother’s dress off as hers was pulled off, and she blinked at her mother’s mature body. Ophelia had had her at a young age, and there weren’t many wrinkles on her body, though there was a definitive difference between the two women, with Ophelia skin being darker, and her breasts slightly larger and dropping down lower than her daughter’s. She was wearing a matching blue set, the same color as her nightgown, and her favorite color in general. Ophelia couldn’t believe she was standing there in such little clothing in front of her daughter. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had seen her in this state other than her handmaidens since her husband’s passing. She wanted to cover herself, but she wanted to be strong for her daughter. “What do we do next?” Lucretia asked. 

Ophelia moved back down onto the bed, and fit her body on top of Lucretia’s, feeling her daughter’s soft and warm skin pressed against hers. Their lips touched once more, and she opened her mouth slightly, causing Lucretia to do the same. Her daughter was a brat at times because of how relaxed she had been with an upbringing, but she was very intelligent, and had high praises from all of her tutors. She learned quickly today, her mouth responding to her mother’s as she opened her soft lips for her. They opened and closed against each other as their heads moved from side to side, then Ophelia began moving down her body, kissing from her jaw, to her chin, then down to her neck and collarbone. Lucretia didn’t move a single inch, experiencing every second of it. Her breathing had stopped completely. She shivered under her mother’s touch, not realizing how good it could feel to just relish kisses down her body. 

Ophelia was trying to imagine Lucretia as just another lover, but it was hard to remove the thoughts from her mind. It was so, so wrong, the wrongest anything could possibly be, and yet she was indulging her daughter in it. She felt like the worst mother in the world, to be driven to let her daughter do whatever she wanted if she would just stop crying. Why did she have such a soft heart? If she had just been stronger, she would’ve stopped Lucretia from all of this nonsense, and now it was just too late. She kept telling herself if she wanted to, she could stop this at any second, but she found herself unable to. She didn’t want to see Lucretia’s broken heart again, and she tried to convince herself she was teaching her how to be a proper lover to her new husband, so this may actually be a good thing. 

“How do I make you feel good, mother?” Lucretia asked. 

“I will show you. You don’t have to do anything now,” Ophelia responded as she moved lower and lower. Her breath tickled Lucretia’s tummy, and she arched upwards as she let out a giggle. Ophelia took it as a good time to reveal more of the girl’s body, and pulled her bra over her body, revealing her puckered nipples underneath. Not letting herself think about it for too long, she wrapped her hand around her daughter’s breast, and squeezed it, feeling the soft untouched skin beneath her. Lucretia’s eyes were large with amazement as she watched her mother. Ophelia caressed her daughter’s breasts, feeling every inch of them as she moved closer and closer to her nipple. Lucretia braced with anticipation as her mother finally pressed her index and thumb around her swollen buds, and squeezed down on them. She gasped, they were so much more sensitive than she had imagined, especially after being touched by her mother, making her even more sensitive than before. Ophelia did the same to the other side, rolling her nipples and pinching them, making them even harder than before. “Does that feel good, my sweet?”

Lucretia nodded, “It feels so good…”

Ophelia, encouraged by this, reached down and wrapped her mouth around her daughter’s nipple, and licked it from bottom to top slowly. Lucretia gasped, her body jolting suddenly. “That feels even better, mama.” Ophelia continued licking, her tongue making stroke after stroke. When she was content, she moved to the other nipple, and used the saliva to roll her fingers against it once more. Lucretia was making low moaning noises now, unable to help herself. 

Ophelia began imagining what the court, if anyone, heard about what they had done. Lucretia would not want to tell anyone, but one day, if it slipped, she didn’t know what the repercussions could be. Their entire family, ancient and mighty, could be kicked out from the Kingdom, and left to live in the streets. Worse, they could be hanged for doing such a taboo act. Was the love of a daughter towards her mother worth all of this? One night might not even be enough for Lucretia. If she truly did love her, she would never be able to give the love up, and all of this would make it so much worse for her. 

Lucretia seemed more bold, and began tangling her fingers inside of her mother’s hair, touching her as she licked and sucked on her swollen buds. “This is beyond anything I’ve ever imagined, mama.” She moaned. Ophelia felt like the guilt was eating her alive. She moved up and kissed her daughter once more, this time slipping her tongue inside of her. Lucretia was immediately receptive to it, opening her mouth to let her in, and pressing her tongue back against her mother’s. When they stopped this time, Lucretia knew what she wanted to do next. “Can I take off your bra as well?”

Ophelia swallowed, “maybe it’ll be better if we focus on your body rather than mine.” She was trying hard not to feel good physically about any of this, and she didn’t want Lucretia to start touching her the same way. 

Lucretia frowned at this, her bratty side coming out at once, “but mom, that’s not fair. I want to see your body too.” 

Ophelia sighed, and gave it again, pulling her bra off of herself and letting her breasts free from their confines. Lucretia stared at them before lunging at them, wrapping her hands around her mother’s breasts and squeezing the soft flesh. “Your nipples look different than mine,” she said inquisitively. 

“They changed after I started breastfeeding you,” Ophelia explained, finding the part of teaching Lucretia about human sexuality much easier than actually engaging in it. Lucretia began pinching her nipple, a little too roughly, and Ophelia winced. “Softer, baby girl.” She nodded, and continued her exploration, playing with her mother’s body, and following what she had done to Lucretia previously. She wrapped her mouth around a nub and sucked, causing Ophelia to close her eyes, trying her hard not to feel the sensations of pleasure her body was pulling her into. Lucretia was inquisitive throughout her exploration, weighing her breasts beneath her palms, and pressing her face against them. 

“I think we should be fully naked,” Lucretia announced. 

“I…” Ophelia began. She knew now there was no use in trying to stop Lucretia. She was raised as a spoiled Princess, and it was impossible to stop her when she put her mind on something. She pulled her panties off, revealing a shaved mound underneath. Ophelia couldn’t help but stare at it and comment, “I wasn’t aware the handmaidens were already shaving you.”

Lucretia nodded, “I asked for it to be done as soon as they began to grow alongside my monthly bleeding.” As soon as blood was mentioned, Ophelia realized something. Lucretia would sure to be a virgin, especially with how innocent she was tonight, and there was no way Ophelia would tear her hymen, for fear of revealing the secrets of the night to Lucretia’s real suitor and the next King. Lucretia approached her, and began tugging her panties off as well, until the two of them stood naked in front of each other, both sitting on the bed. Ophelia was groomed as well, though not as clean cut as her daughter’s was. Lucretia stared at it, saying, “I’ve always imagined how yours would look, but it’s much more beautiful in real life than in my dreams.” Ophelia couldn’t believe her daughter had been thinking about such an unspeakable thing. It was just so wrong. “Can I touch it?” Lucretia asked.

Ophelia shook her head, and said, “let me show you how it should be touched first.” She pushed her daughter back so she was laying on her back, and spread her legs apart. Lucretia’s skin was impossibly soft, her thighs a pale white that looked as if no one had ever touched it. Ophelia kissed her thighs gently, then moved higher and higher, until she looked up at Lucretia’s face, seeing the intense expression she was giving her. They made eye contact for a few seconds, then Ophelia slipped her fingers in between Lucretia’s folds, feeling the wetness beneath. She gasped, not thinking Lucretia would be so ready for her. Her heart was pounding wildly, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from reacting to such a fact. She spread Lucretia’s lips apart, and stuck her tongue out, licking her clit from bottom to top like she did with her nipple. The reaction from Lucretia was much more intense this time, and she bucked off her bed, her body reacting without her command. “Mommy… that was… that was something I never imagined.”

“Not a lot of men know how to do this properly. They seek their own pleasure, and do not reciprocate,” Ophelia explained, still tasting the sweet and salty mix of her daughter’s sex. 

“But it feels so amazing, mommy. How could they be so cruel?” Lucretia asked, already knowing she needed so much more of that sensation.

“It is how they are raised,” Ophelia said, “though your father was very good at making sure I had my pleasure as well.” It was weird to be revealing such a thing to her own daughter, but they were already at this point, so why not tell all? 

“Can you please keep going?” Lucretia asked.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Ophelia replied, and gave Lucretia another lick. Lucretia jolted again, letting out a sweet noise, and Ophelia began licking a woman for the first time in her life, her tongue making tantalizing circles over and over again as Lucretia writhed under her. She tried her best to gauge her responses, to see what made her feel best, and continue pleasuring her in the best way possible. She tried to tell herself this was a good thing, because maybe in the future her daughter would know what pleasure should feel like, and how her future husband should be treating her. 

“Oooo…..” she moaned, “keep doing that, don’t stop, mommy.” Ophelia couldn’t believe herself, but she was starting to really enjoy Lucretia switching from her usual simple ‘mom’ or ‘mother’ to ‘mommy’. It was so much more affectionate, and the word would only ever come from Lucretia’s lips. She wanted to make her daughter orgasm harder than she’d ever done before - if she had even experienced it before - and kept licking her as fast and hard as she possibly could, until she knew Lucretia was about to cum. “Something is… something is happening to me,” Lucretia announced. She could feel herself rising, higher and higher, until something was right there within her grasp. 

“Let yourself go, sweetheart,” Ophelia said. And so Lucretia did, she cried out, and felt her entire body convulse as she experienced her first orgasm. It was the most beautiful thing she ever felt. Her whole body was tightening and loosening at the same time, over and over again, and there was so much pleasure in her mind that it felt like she was on fire. She couldn’t think of anything except for the Queen’s mouth on her body, and she knew she wanted more, so much more, as it happened. 

“Mommy…” she moaned, over and over again, before her hips fell down onto the bed as the orgasm subsided. 

Her mother moved up the bed quickly, and wrapped her daughter up into her chest, petting her hair as Lucretia nuzzled into her. “How was that, my baby girl?”

“I want it a thousand more times,” she said, her voice muffled within her chest. She pulled back, and kissed her mother on her lips, tasting her own fluids for the first time. Ophelia realized she wanted to promise to give her a thousand more times, but stopped herself. No, it was wrong, no matter how much it felt right at the moment. “I need to do the same to you now, mommy. I want you to feel that much pleasure, too.”

Ophelia shook her head, chuckling, “I just want you to enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about me.” 

Lucretia narrowed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing, “you’re trying to get out of it, I can tell.”

It was obvious Lucretia knew what she was doing, but Ophelia still said, “I really did want it to be about your pleasure tonight.”

“Please, teach me. Or I’ll never be able to experience a woman again,” Lucretia pushed, knowing that she was spouting lies. This couldn’t be their first and last time laying together. She might be willing to accept a man into her life for the sake of her kingdom, but she would never stop going to her mother’s chamber, seeking her love. 

Ophelia nodded at last, and said, “Okay, but for me, I can teach you how to use your fingers as well.”

Lucretia paused at that, “what do you mean? Why didn’t you use your fingers on me?” 

“Because I needed to keep your hymen intact,” Ophelia explained seriously, “your future lover will be able to know if you’ve lost your maidenhood. If he suspects it even for a second, he might inform the rest of the court.”

Lucretia immediately felt anger rise up within her once more. She pushed up from the bed, putting herself in an upright position, and glared at her mom, “you didn’t tell me you were trying to hide things from me.”

Ophelia, who hadn’t been expecting this response, was lost for words once more, “I thought you knew…”

“How would I have known? No one’s ever thought to teach me about the relationships between men and women. It was supposed to be your job,” Lucretia exclaimed. “I want to experience everything with you today. Even your fingers.” She paused and said, “I knew something was missing… I felt so empty inside, and I didn’t know why. It was so much worse after I felt myself explode just now, like my body was craving something… that was it, wasn’t it?”

Ophelia nodded, “it’s what a man will be able to provide you that I won’t, but there are tools for that, such as our fingers.”

“Then I want to experience it!” Lucretia announced loudly.

“I already explained to you why that wouldn’t be possible,” Ophelia said, “he’ll know. Men always know these things. He might’ve already torn a few himself.”

“Mother, if you don’t do it for me tonight, I will push my own digits in and make sure it happens without your help,” Lucretia said, “and I think you would prefer that you did it yourself.”

Ophelia blinked at her daughter, her lashes fluttering over and over again. She had no idea what to do. She wished she had someone to consult, like she did with all things in the court, and yet this was one thing she’d never be able to tell anyone. The new King may let things go, especially since some maiden accidentally tore their hymen in day to day life. They may also seek someone kind hearted, who didn’t care for such things… she sighed, and decided she would let herself think of it some more, “for now, why don’t I show you what to do?”

Lucretia seemed fine with this, and her expression quickly shifted from frustration to eagerness. “You’re going to teach me how to make you feel good now?”

“You had an orgasm, or you ‘came’, in more loose terms. It’s what one seeks in the act of sex, and when it happens to a man inside of you, you’re able to create children.” 

Lucretia's eyes widened, like her whole word had imploded within itself, “and I can make you do that as well?”

Ophelia nodded, “I do it to myself quite often, as I no longer have anyone around to do it for me after your father’s passing.”

Lucretia smiled at that, “I can do it for you all the time, mother. Anytime you wish me to.”

That was another topic Ophelia wanted to avoid. She knew Lucretia would want more, but she would have to stop her. For now, she changed the topic, and told her daughter to move in between her legs as she spread them apart. Lucretia looked down at it, seeing the valleys and folds of another woman for the first time. Ophelia, feeling a little embarrassed but wanting to teach her daughter, spread it apart, and began describing each part, telling her how important each of them were in the act of pleasure. “This is what I focused on with you,” she pointed to the clit, “most men don’t realize women need their clits stimulated to have an orgasm. Well, most of them don’t care.” She explained. Lucretia nodded with rapt fascination, and realized again why she loved her mother so much. She was the most patient and careless person she’d ever met, and since she was the first person she’d ever met, no one had been able to compare to her since. “Now, you also want to make sure that the woman has produced enough fluids before entering here, because it will be painful for her otherwise.”

“And she produces fluids when she’s interested in having sex?” Lucretia asked, knowing that so much wetness had poured out of her when she had her orgasm.

Ophelia nodded, and Lucretia grinned, “I can see how shiny you are now. Does that mean I did that with my body?”

Ophelia flushed, a redness that heated her cheeks at once, “I… I mean…” She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself, there was no way she would be getting out of this one. “Yes…” 

“I want you to feel good too, mama,” Lucretia said. 

“We can start with you pushing a finger inside of me. Are you ready?” Ophelia asked, still shocked that these words were coming out of her mouth directed at her daughter. Lucretia nodded eagerly, and proceeded to stick her index finger into Ophelia. “Now arch it upwards, deeper… deeper… okay now arch your finger upwards. Do you feel the softer flesh there?” Lucretia furrowed her brows in concentration, wiggled her fingers, and pushed into it. Ophelia prepared for the impact, and managed to not let out a moan. “Yes, that is a sensitive spot inside a woman. Now, you can add another finger inside and push both of them into it. Then pull out, and push inside again.” Lucretia was a quick learner, and immediately adjusted her body so it was easiest for her to push in and out of Ophelia. She was a little hesitant at first, doing the motion slowly, but eventually increased in speed, making Ophelia unable to keep herself together any longer. She let out a moan of pleasure, which made Lucretia incredibly happy.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, mommy.”

“It feels good. You’re a very good girl,” Ophelia praised. Lucretia couldn’t believe how soft she was on the insides. It was a weird sensation, surrounded by heat and flesh and sticky fluid. She wondered if she also felt the same on the inside. She hit the spot her mother had specified as much as she could, using all her strength to push her small fingers inside. More fluids surrounded her, and she could feel the clenching of muscle around her. Ophelia suddenly reached down with her own hands and pressed it upon her clit. “I’ll show you how to do this as well.” She began circling herself, picking up a little of her wetness to use it as lubrication as she rubbed on her swollen clit. She did so in rhythm to Lucretia’s fingers, and Lucretia moved her head as close as possible to see every detail of what was happening. 

Ophelia seemed to be less and less focused on the act of teaching as they continued on, until she closed her eyes and her head rested hard upon the pillow. Lucretia's fingers were getting sore, but she knew she would continue for hours if she had to just to make her mother feel the same pleasure as she did. That was what you were supposed to do for someone you loved, afterall. “Are you going to have an orgasm, mommy?” She asked. At the sound of her voice saying mommy, Ophelia seemed to clench around her fingers even harder, and before Ophelia could reply, with her fingers rotating around her clit as quickly as she could, she let out a breathy sigh and came, her walls clenching around Lucretia’s fingers over and over again as her whole body began shaking. She moaned, unable to help herself, and told Lucretia to not stop until she told her to. Lucretia hadn’t imagined seeing her mother in this state, ever, but to see it now was everything to her. She didn’t know how she was ever going to stop demanding her mother for more of this. Ophelia was so vulnerable at the moment, so unlike the Queen persona she always put on at all times. She didn’t seem like her mother anymore either, but more of a woman, raw and naked and experiencing her own pleasure. 

“You can stop now,” Ophelia said breathily as her own fingers stopped. Lucretia pulled out of her, and examined her now sticky fingers with a little bit of pruning. Before Ophelia could stop her, she pushed it inside her mouth and tasted it, her tongue lapping at the saltiness of it. Ophelia stared at her, shocked, but didn’t say a word. She had just cum, but seeing her daughter do such a thing… it made her want to have an orgasm all over again. 

She reached out and pulled her daughter close, turning her so her back was against her chest, her fingers wrapping tight around her waist. They sat there for moments in silence, with Ophelia stroking her fingers against Lucretia’s skin over and over again. It was a beautiful sight, with mother and daughter illuminated by the flickering candlelight, both naked and so deep in their own thoughts. Ophelia had imagined the evening was over, and was wondering if she should leave to go to her own chambers soon when Lucretia said, “is it my turn again?”

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed, sweetheart,” Ophelia replied.

“But I didn’t experience anything inside of me. And you promised I could have the whole night with you,” Lucretia said, her heart pounding at the thought of her mother leaving her after experiencing something so beautiful. 

“I already explained to you why I can’t put anything inside of you, Lucretia. Your future husband will find out,” Ophelia said. 

“Then you haven’t fulfilled your end of your promise,” Lucretia whined. “That means I don’t have to fulfill my end of the promise either. I’ll never marry. Never.”

Ophelia didn’t know what to say. She had realized throughout all of this she wanted to be Lucretia’s first, and wanted to see her daughter lose her virginity for the first time, because how many mothers got to experience something so beautiful? But it was so utterly wrong, and she worried… she sighed and said, “okay, Lucretia,” not knowing if she was doing it for her daughter or for herself this time. 

They adjusted Lucretia back onto the bed on her back, and this time Ophelia rested next to her, her face close as she laid on her side beside her daughter. She began teasing Lucretia’s body, her fingers making slow lazy strokes from her breasts, which were erect once more from the attention, slowly down to her belly, to her sensitive waists, and down to her legs. Lucretia writhed underneath her, her body still so sensitive from before, and Ophelia scolded her, telling her to remain still and be patient. She tried to do so, but it was hard feeling so many sensations throughout her body. It felt like her nerves were on fire. Ophelia continued her torment, her fingers playing with Lucretia’s thighs, then moving higher and higher to the spot she wanted most. “I feel like I’m burning, mommy.”

“I know, it’ll feel better soon. The more you burn, the less painful it’ll be,” she explained. 

Lucretia, who hadn’t known it would be painful, stopped moving at once, “painful?”

“Yes. The first penetration between a man and a woman always results in pain in the woman. It’s something foreign pushing into your body after all. I can make it less painful for you, though. Don’t worry,” Ophelia explained. She began playing with her daughter’s sex, moving her fingers around her opening, teasing it over and over, and then moving up to her clit to press against it. Lucretia began letting out cute little whimpers as her body was filled with pleasure, and she actually listened for once, trying not to move as much as possible. She was so wet, a combination of the pleasure now with her first orgasm, and her mother knew she was so completely ready for her first intrusion. 

She kissed her daughter’s cheek, then began nibbling gently on her ear, trying to distract her. She aligned a single finger against her opening, then pushed it inside, not far enough to do anything. “That wasn’t painful at all,” Lucretia said.

“That’s good,” Opheila replied before pushing another finger inside. She pushed deeper and deeper, licking Lucretia’s ear as she did before going as deep as her fingers would allow. Lucretia winced and moved her body, and Ophelia realized she must’ve reached the thin piece of tissue inside of her. She didn’t exactly know if penetration with her fingers would cause the same thing to happen as the first time between a man or woman, but logically, fingers weren’t so different from a man’s manhood. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it was nothing,” Lucretia said bravely. Taking this in stride, Ophelia began moving in and out of her daughter, over and over again, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she did, telling her how brave and lovely and beautiful she was. When Lucretia seemed adjusted to it, Ophelia moved down lower until her face was situated at her sex again. She saw the blood at once, though it wasn’t as much as she would’ve thought. She pushed Lucretia’s legs so they were bent, making her sex as open to her as possible, and then moved her face into it, her tongue sticking out as she licked her daughter’s clit once more. 

Lucretia moaned, and held onto her legs, holding them up for her mother. “Sweet beautiful baby girl,” Ophelia said, her voice muffled by how wet Lucretia was. She began pumping into her as her tongue worked its magic. It was hard to do both at the same time, harder than she had imagined, but it was worth it from the sounds of her daughter’s breathy moans, even louder than before. Lucretia rocked against her, over and over again, and Ophelia became so glad she was the first to give her daughter this sort of pleasure, and that her first experience with sex was something that was beautiful rather than painful like most other girls her age. 

Lucretia climbed higher and higher, and knew what she was looking for this time. “Mommy, it’s happening…” she said, her hips jutting out to get as much pleasure as possible.

“Do you need mommy’s permission to cum?” Ophelia asked, removing her mouth from her daughter for just a few seconds.

Lucretia nodded eagerly, looking like the innocent little girl Opehlia had raised with her own hands, denying the help of any servants that asked to help. “Yes baby, you can cum.” She went back to licking her, making her movements even harder and more forceful than before, arching them to hit the spot that made her moan the hardest. It didn’t take long for Lucretia to reach her orgasm with her mother’s permission. She came, hard, her sex clenching over and over around her mother’s fingers as her whole body pulsed with pleasure. Fluid poured out of her and onto the bed, and the moaned the word ‘mommy’ over and over again before collapsing down onto the bed, completely and utterly spent. 

Ophelia pulled her fingers out and wiped them on the sheets before joining her exhausted daughter, wrapping her arms around her middle as she pulled her close. Lucretia could barely hold her eyes open, but pressed her body into her mother’s arms, making herself as small as possible as she was enveloped by her softness and warmth. “This was everything I’ve ever wanted mommy, thank you.”

Ophelia petted her hair, her fingers soothing her over and over, wondering if she would fall asleep soon. “You gave me a beautiful experience as well, baby girl.” She had wanted to say more, but soft snoring came out of the girl and Ophelia smiled, unable to help herself. She pulled the heavy blanket over them, and fell asleep within seconds, feeling the weight of the entire day fall over her. 

When the door was knocked the next morning at sunrise, Ophelia sat up with urgency, realizing the two of them were completely naked, and the room still smelled heavy of the sex that had happened the night before. “This is the Queen,” she said to the person at the door, “I have personal matters with the Princess. I will let you know when we are ready.” Her announcement woke the Princess, who rubbed her eyes as she blinked up at her mother.

“My apologies, your highness. We will wait at the door,” a woman’s voice said, sounding like Lucretia’s main handmaiden. 

Ophelia’s heart began slowing, and she smiled down at her daughter, feeling affection well up inside of her. Lucretia, on the other hand, frowned, the expression so sudden Ophelia said, “what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“Last night was the best night of my life, and I just realized it’s over… I was going to spend all night enjoying being in the same bed with you, and now I have nothing left.”

Ophelia’s chest felt heavy, and she realized she couldn’t hold it in any longer, “I… I’ll have to admit, I didn’t think any of this was right, and yet I indulged you because I love you so much I’m not capable of saying no to you. My dear, I don’t think I can't stop myself any longer, either. Last night with you, it was something I hadn’t experienced since your father had passed. I don’t think I’ll be able to not spend nights with you like this, teaching you everything I know about how to make you feel good.” 

Lucretia couldn’t believe it. “Does that mean… does that mean you love me too?”

“Of course I love you.”

“No, not in the mother daughter way. I want you to love me. Truly,” Lucretia insisted.

Ophelia paused, but realized it must’ve been true. How could she not have seen it all along? “Yes, I do love you. Truly.”

Lucretia burst out in tears, happy tears this time, so much so her body heaved up and down as she pulled her mother close. “Are you okay, your highness?” The voice said at the door.

“Absolutely marvelous,” the Queen replied.