The servants’ clothes slipped off Valaia’s body, the fabric sliding to the floor with an almost deliberate slowness. The cool air kissed her bare skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

“Eyes on me,” Kalythra ordered, her voice a sultry command.

Valaia froze momentarily, her breath hitching. Slowly, she continued to undress, her gaze locked on the princess’s piercing golden eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest as the intensity of Kalythra’s stare pinned her in place.

Kalythra’s lips parted slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them as she drank in the sight before her. Her mouth watered, and a low hum of satisfaction vibrated in her throat. Not yet, she thought. Patience, Kalythra.

Fully dressed in the revealing garment, Valaia ran her hands down the sheer fabric, smoothing it over her body. She looked at Kalythra, her voice steady despite her rising unease. “Will you tell me now why I am here, serving you?”

Kalythra smiled faintly and nodded, walking past her with grace. “Follow me.”

Valaia followed cautiously, her steps slow and deliberate. The princess led her to the bed and began removing her own garments, piece by piece, until she was bare. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spreading, her confidence radiating from every movement.

Her gaze burned into Valaia as she spoke. “Were you informed of your duties?”

Valaia opened her mouth to respond, but her eyes betrayed her. They drifted downward, irresistibly drawn to the princess’s exposed core. It seemed to beckon her, a silent invitation that left her dizzy.

Kalythra’s voice softened, though it held an edge of amusement. “Are you listening to me, servant?”

The words barely registered in Valaia’s mind. Her ears felt muffled, as if the room had fallen into a dreamlike haze. She stepped closer, almost in a trance, until her knees hit the floor before the princess.

Kalythra smirked, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. She tilted her head, her voice dripping with approval. “Good servant.”

Reaching down, she gently guided Valaia’s head closer, her fingers tangling in her hair. Her voice dropped to a whisper, teasing yet firm. “I knew you’d learn quickly. Now, show me just how well you can obey.”

Valaia hesitated for a heartbeat, her breath hot against Kalythra’s thighs. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body seemed to act of its own accord, drawn to the magnetic pull of the princess.

“That’s it,” Kalythra purred, her grip tightening slightly. “Don’t think. Just serve me.”

Her words sent a shiver down Valaia’s spine, and she leaned in, surrendering to the moment. Kalythra’s head fell back, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. “You’ll make the perfect servant.”

Kalythra’s back arched sharply, her dark hair cascading around her like a waterfall. Her fingers tangled tightly in Valaia’s hair, tugging hard and pressing her further into her core.

“More, more, yes!” she moaned, her voice breaking with ecstasy.

Valaia’s grip was firm, her right arm hooked under Kalythra’s left thigh to hold her steady. Her left hand explored greedily, fingers sinking into the princess’s soft, perky mounds, kneading them as if they were her lifeline. She moved with an unrelenting hunger, her tongue working magic that drew out cries of pleasure from the once-composed royal.

Every taste of Kalythra’s sweet essence drove Valaia deeper into her frenzy. She couldn’t stop herself—didn’t want to stop herself. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of desire, a single focus dominating her mind: she needed more. She wanted to devour the princess, to claim her, to leave a mark so profound that no one could take her place.

Kalythra’s hips bucked desperately against her mouth, the rhythmic movements an unspoken plea for more. Her nails raked against Valaia’s scalp, an exquisite combination of pleasure and pain that made Valaia growl lowly against her.

“Y-You...” Kalythra managed between gasps, her voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. “You’re... exceptional... divine...”

Her thoughts scattered, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. She could barely process the realisation that this servant—this woman—was unlike any other she’d encountered.

Kalythra’s thighs quivered, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy overtook her. Her breaths were shallow, each exhalation a whisper of Valaia’s name as she surrendered completely to the servant’s unrelenting assault.

This servant, she realised, was a treasure—a rare gem she had somehow stumbled upon. If this small act of devotion was so exhilarating, so overwhelming, what delights might the days to come hold?

Panting, her grip softened as she guided Valaia’s head up. Her glowing eyes met Valaia’s, and a smirk curled on her lips. “You surprise me, servant... and I do enjoy surprises.”

*

Valaia wiped her face slowly, her fingers grazing over her lips, savouring the remnants of Kalythra’s essence. Her smirk grew as she watched the princess, who was sprawled on the bed, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. Kalythra’s hair was disheveled, her body still trembling in the aftermath of pure bliss.

“Lost your servants?” Valaia teased, her tone low and sultry as she leaned closer. Her gaze locked onto the princess’s dazed eyes. “How convenient for you to ‘find’ me then.”

Kalythra’s lips parted as if to respond, but all that escaped was a soft gasp. She was clearly struggling to regain control, but her body betrayed her, too spent to put up her usual commanding facade.

“You brought me here,” Valaia continued, her voice soft but laced with amusement. “Stripped me of my memories, put me in these ridiculous clothes, and now what? Expect me to bow to you like some obedient little toy?” She leaned in further, her breath warm against Kalythra’s flushed skin.

The princess narrowed her eyes, a flicker of her usual defiance returning despite her state. “Careful, servant,” she warned, though her voice lacked its usual edge. “You forget your place—”

“My place?” Valaia interrupted, her smirk widening as she brushed her fingers over the princess’s thigh, making her shiver. “Oh, I think I’ve found my place just fine... princess.” Her tone was mocking, dripping with confidence as she leaned back, watching Kalythra with predatory satisfaction.

Kalythra tried to sit up, attempting to reclaim her authority, but Valaia pushed her back down with a firm hand on her shoulder. “Ah, ah,” she chided, her smirk never faltering. “You’re not going anywhere until you answer me properly. Why am I really here? And don’t give me that nonsense about lost servants.”

Kalythra’s golden eyes glared up at her, but there was no mistaking the flicker of vulnerability beneath her defiance. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, by this woman who had somehow turned the tables on her.

“You think you have power over me?” the princess hissed, though her voice was strained.

Valaia chuckled, her hand trailing lazily along Kalythra’s thigh. “Oh, I don’t think, princess,” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “I know. Look at you—your body is still trembling, your voice falters, and yet you call me servant?”

The princess opened her mouth to retort, but Valaia pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her. “You’ll speak when I allow it,” she said, her tone dripping with mock authority.

Kalythra’s eyes widened briefly, the audacity of Valaia’s words catching her off guard. But there was no denying the heat in her gaze, the unspoken thrill of being challenged in a way she hadn’t been before.

“Now,” she continued, her smirk softening. “Why don’t we start over? Tell me, Kalythra—why am I here?” She leaned down, their faces inches apart. “And what is it you really want from me?”

The princess’s gaze flickered, a mix of irritation and intrigue. For the first time, she found herself at a loss for words, completely unprepared for the shift in power.