Princess for a Day is an erotic fantasy short story (Approx. 6,800 words). This story is intended for an adult audience only due to graphic portrayal of incredibly hot sex between enthusiastically consenting adults. Contains some F/F and M/M scenes.
Out of options, lovely but desperate Sylvie sells herself as a slave to the King's Harem so her family can eat. When she learns she’s been purchased as a sacrifice, she doesn't know if she'll see tomorrow. The harem rejoices at her arrival, and the good omen for their people, showering her with pleasures. She knows this opulent day is her last, but as she learns about the ceremony, she realizes it may be worth it.
Sylvie reclined in the pool, surrounded by the scent of exotic soaps, and more relaxed than she’d been in years. A number of women had come through the room, asking to see to her needs. She’d told most of them she was fine, though she had taken them up on turning the soaking pool into a gigantic bathtub, which was the most extravagant thing she’d ever seen in her life. She also sent one for a plate of food, and another for a fresh pitcher of water. The girl who fetched the water was probably only a year or two older than Sylvie. Her eyes narrowed at Sylvie’s request, making Sylvie wonder what needs the girl had been asking about, exactly. Her mind flashed to the scene in the sunroom, the ecstatic look on that woman’s face as others of the harem pleased her.
Another woman came in, wearing a shirt that showed her midriff, her pants long and flowing like those a belly dancer would wear. She wasn’t adorned as belly dancers often were, but the simplicity of her dress and the confidence in her walk made her stand out among the women Sylvie had met so far.
“I hear you’ve turned down offers of pleasure. Do none of the girls please you?”
Sylvie stared, aghast. “What do you mean? I didn’t turn down—” she gulped. “What I mean is, I thought they were asking if I was hungry or had to go to the bathroom. They were offering to pleasure me?” As she said it, a tingle ran down Sylvie’s spine, and her fingers twitched under the water. She wondered if this woman would know it if she touched herself in the bath right now.
She bit her lip, trying to decide what to do, and saw the woman’s gaze drop to her lips and hover there.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Helen. Kind of the welcoming committee, I guess.”
“Not much need to welcome me. I’ll only be here a day.”
“But for today, you’re the most important person in the King’s Harem. Our princess. Our offering. Everyone cares that you’re here. They’ll be coming to wish you well all day long.”
Helen gave her a penetrating look. “Some will make offers of pleasure. Many women of the harem enjoy taking care of each other in this way. And the more pleasure you receive today, the better for the strength our King Alaric will reap from your sacrifice. For these reasons, do not turn down these offers of pleasure. Accept everything we have to offer, everything we have to show you, and you’ll leave the harem glowing like a god’s bride for our king. Let us do this for you, and for our people,” Helen urged.
“I’ve never been with a woman in that way. I don’t know if I can...” Even as Sylvie thought it, she knew she could. Her pussy ached to be touched under the water. She wondered if Helen would touch her if she asked. Was it acceptable to ask?
“If I desire pleasure,” Sylvie spoke, shocked at herself, “may I ask for it?”