My Pretty Princess
by John O'Connor

Disclaimer: "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" "Angel The Series" and
their characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant
Enemy and 20th Century Fox. This story is for entertainment
purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and
story are the property of the author.

Warning: Mild Kink

Note: Slightly AU - Cordelia revovered from her coma. 



"Kneel before your better, knave!"

Some quality in her voice caused my knees to buckle and I
found myself kneeling before Princess Cordelia of Pylea.  My
head bowed but my eyes gazed at the thin gossamer draped
loosely over her crossed thighs.

I wasn't wearing such elegant clothing.  I had on two rags that
barely constituted a shirt and a skirt.  And the holes in the
material left little to the imagination.

"I'm sorry."

"What?!?"  She uncrossed her legs and stood.  With her long,
dark hair held back by the jeweled tiara, the gem-studded
brassiere, the gilded belt around her waist and the light blue
cape and skirt, she looked fiercely regal.  I did note that there
didn't seem to be anything under the blue skirt as I could see a
hint of a dark triangle through the sheer fabric when she was
sitting.

"How do you address your betters, cow?"

Her voice broke my contemplation of the possibilities hidden by
that sheer blue and I mumbled, "I...I'm sorry...milady."

"I can't hear you!"

"I'm sorry, milady."

"That's better!  Do not think I shall give you any special
treatment, knave.  You are a cow, just like all the other pink-
skinned beasts.  You are here for my use only!"

How the hell did I get into this situation? I thought as my mind
drifted back to the lobby of the Hyperion.

* * *

"Gotta tell ya Wes, those...royal clothes were hot!"

"Actually, given the poor heat retention of castles and the
ambient weather in Pylea, I would think she was quite cool in
them."

"Huh?  You puttin' me on, man!"

I heard this as I was descending the staircase from my room in
the hotel.  As I came around a column and saw Wes and Gunn
in the lobby, I saw a big grin crease Wes' face as the two spirits
started laughing.

"Man, I don't know when you're jokin' or when you're serious."

I decided to add my two cents.  "So which is it?  Was she hot or
cold?"

"Dawn!  Oh, uh...she was...uh..."

"She was quite, uh...comfortable on her throne, Dawn," Wes
said as Gunn found something fascinating on one of his
ethereal shoes.

"But was she a cold, bitchy ice princess or a sexy, hot
princess?" I insisted.

"Well, that is to say...  I...don't know if...  What I mean to..."

I loved putting these two on the spot.  Angel and Lorne, our
prodigal showman, have no problem with my relationship with
Cordy.  Wes and Gunn don't either but catch them talking about
my woman and they get positively tongue-tied.

Not that I can't relate.  I was the same way after Buffy told me
about she and Willow. While we never had many big sister-little
sister talks (too much evilness going down all the time), we did
occasionally talk about boyfriends and things.  Now, when she
tries to talk about her life with Willow...it's like what my friends
describe when their parents talk about sex.

I'm getting better though.  I don't put my fingers in my ears and
chant "Ya-ya-ya-ya..."  Well, not anymore.

Don't get me wrong.  I love that they're together.  They seem so
right together and they make each other happy which makes
me happy.  It's just that, since Mom died, Buff's been more like
a mother-type older sister than just an older sister.  And
Willow...

Well, I did have a crush on her.  And when Tara was still with
us, I did used to have fantasies of the two of them seducing me.
Of all the witches and sorcerers I know, Will is still the cutest.
And sexiest.

I just don't need to know about any of their kinky games. Or any
toys or such that they use.  "TMI" as we used to say in the
school that's now the middle of sinkhole the size of Arizona's
Meteor Crater.

It wasn't so bad when they were helping Xander and Faith set
up the new Slayer Academy in Cleveland.  Or when they were
in England helping Giles rebuild the Watchers.  After Buffy and I
returned from Rome, I started going to USC and living here at
the Hyperion (better than the dorms and the rent can't be beat).

And as a result of living here, Angel let me join his 'posse' as
Gunn likes to put it.   Reluctant doesn't begin to describe how he
felt about putting his love's kid sister on the firing line.  But, after
an incident on USC's campus - non-supernatural in nature - he
admitted I could take care of myself and allowed me to go on
my first 'mission' at Surfridge.

* * *

"Cold night, huh?"

I glanced over at Cordelia and nodded.  Then, realizing she
might not see that in the dim light, I added, "Yeah."

This was the extent of our conversation for the entire hour after
Angel had dropped us off at Sandpiper, one of the east-west
streets out of the old town, and Pershing.  I was armed to the
teeth and nervous that I'd screw up.  Angel had paired me with
Cordelia, thinking I'd be more comfortable with a fellow
Sunnydalian than Illyria or one of the newer human (or semi-
human) members of Angel's troop.

To be honest, I was more interested in Fred/Illyria.  Well, more
fascinated than interested actually.  But I did find myself
wondering what, if anything, was under that battle
armor/carapace Illyria wore.  And that pale face, impossibly blue
eyes and the blue hair…  That combination was actually kinda
hot.

Oh, I had finally admitted by then that I was gay.  At least to
myself at first.  Kit, a lovely girl I knew briefly before Sunnydale
collapsed, showed me that.  She was a little more experienced
and showed me what I really wanted.

Until recently, I wondered where she and her family had gone
before the end.  And I used to daydream about meeting up with
her again.  You know, some big romantic reunion with lots of
hugs, kisses and Lifetime music.

All that changed after that night waiting for the Creature from the
Black Lagoon and his buddies to invade Surfridge.

See, after Wolfram and Hart's offices were totaled during what
was supposed to be Angel's last stand, a lot of the evilness just
faded out in LA.  But nature, and the supernatural, hate
vacuums so daemons and vamps and other baddies try to
creep back into town.  Usually they came in ones and twos and
threes.  Occasionally, larger groups tried to make the scene and
that's when Angel calls for more fighters to help.

When there was about to be a major sea-daemon uprising in
Surfridge, Angel reluctantly admitted he needed bodies to help
block the few real streets left into the area.  Gunn and Wesley,
being ghosts and all, were better suited to scouting.

As for teaming me with Cordelia Chase...well, I had some
unvoiced problems with that.  My memories (whether real or
fake) do include a certain queen bitch of Sunnydale High who
made my sister's life more difficult than it had to be.  And she
was really merciless to Willow.

She was civil enough to me when I moved into the hotel but we
never hung out except when Angel called everyone together.  I
didn't consciously avoid her but we never shared more than
'good morning' or 'nice weather' for the two months I was there
before the Surfridge Incident.

In case you didn't know, Surfridge was a coastal town, part of
Playa Del Rey, that ended up on the western end of LAX.  The
airport people bought the town (on the cheap), razed it and tried
to fence it off as a safety precaution for incoming and outgoing
flights.  This was the '70s version of eminent domain.

Since then, it's mainly a few broken foundation walls, cracked
and weedy streets (some still lined with palm trees), all fenced
off from the beach where teenagers go to make out at this time
of night.  Eerily, even after all this time, there are still some
working street lights in the old area.

Oh, I forgot the butterflies.  There are thousands there.  It's a
sort of unofficial sanctuary for them.  And the jets overhead
don't seem to bother them in the least.

But there were no butterflies that night.  Except in my stomach.
And if I was totally honest, I couldn't have told if they were
because I was on my first Angel mission or if it was the
nearness of the woman with me.

Okay, truth time. Even though I didn't like her, I still thought
Cordelia was one of the hottest women I'd ever laid eyes on.
And from everything I could see in the Hyperion, she was a lot
nicer than she used to be.

When she wasn't looking, I was.  That tall, curvy body and that
long, dark hair (she left it long after she came out of her coma).
Her whole being screamed "HOT!" to me.

After another half hour of silence, I spoke up, "Is it normally this
cold in June?"

"Sometimes.  Especially near the ocean.  I thinks it depends on
the El Pinto current."

I snorted a laugh at her intentional mispronunciation.  "El Nino."

"Pinto, Nino, Santa Mario...  Who cares?  It is too freakin' cold to
be standing here waiting for mermen to show up."  Cordy
paused then muttered, "Now mermaids, on the other hand..."

She hadn't meant me to hear that last part but the breeze that
carried her scent to me (a musky aroma) picked up at the right
moment and there was a long lull from the background roar at
the airport behind us.  I opted not to say anything since I was
still leery of the Cordy barbs that she used to hurl without
discretion at Sunnydale High.

"You know, Dawn...I don't bite."

"Uh, I know..."

"Come here and sit by me.  We can share this blanket."

"Uh, okay..."

"Listen.  I'm not the Cordelia you remember from Sunnydale.
I'm actually a lot nicer now."

"Okay."

"You don't believe me?"

"Uh..."  I didn't even know what to say to that.

"Okay, I'll prove it.  Ask me anything.  Anything at all and I'll tell
you."

"Uh, okay...  Why were you such a..."  I stopped long enough for
her to finish the question.

"Bitch?"  I nodded sheepishly.  "Well, I was a daddy's girl -
spoiled rotten and too full of herself.  I thought that only people
like me, rich and set for life, were worth being with.  It got worse
as I got to high school.  And then there were those mindless
sheep who followed me around.  You know, Harmony and the
rest..."

"The Cordettes."

She smiled and said, "Yeah.  Them."

"So why aren't you a...  Anymore?"

"Dawn, you can say bitch to me.  It's okay.  I was and I...got
better.  I think it was mainly working with Angel and Doyle then
Wesley.  I secretly always felt better when I helped your sister
but I'd never dare let on that I did.  When I got here after
graduation, I was still pretty self-centered and egotistical but I
found I like helping people."

"Did the visions have anything to do with that?"

"Some, I think.  And the self-sacrifices I'd seen made a huge
impression on me.  Before that, self-sacrifice to me meant going
to Macy's instead of the Broadway."

We sat on the sandy hill overlooking the abandoned streets of
Surfridge and talked for a couple of hours.  Occasionally we
were interrupted by a jet streaking by overhead.  We talked
about my past (real or not), life in the hotel, having friends who
were wiccas, vampires and ghosts, Cordy's half-daemon self
and even her return the near-death of her coma.

At some point, I found I was completely at ease with Cordy.  I
harbored no more resentment or animosity towards here.  A
little later, I realized I liked her.  I really liked her.

And shortly after that, I figured out I really, really liked her.

But still being new to the whole lesbian thing, I wasn't sure what
to do.  I know now that it's not much different than with straights.
Well, once you figure out if your potential partner is gay.  Or at
least bi.

And from some of her comments, I thought Cordy might be bi.
At one point, when she was talking about dating Xander, she
said, "I did it partly to be rebellious.  But I suppose I could've
dated Willow.  That would've been rebellious and chic too.  But I
was too concerned with my image..."

It was about 2 AM when I looked at her and Cordy looked my
way.  Our faces were inches apart and we fell silent.  I tilted my
head to the right as Cordy tilted hers left.  Our lips were so close
and I could feel her breath softly on my cheek...

They were on us almost before we knew what was happening.
Five of the sea-daemons tore at the chain-link fence between us
and Surfridge.  It fell apart like an old, rotted net.

We jumped up at the same time, grabbing our weapons.  I had
a medium-sized battle axe and Cordy had her samurai sword.

Things went blank for me.  The same thing happened at
Sunnydale that last day.  The next thing I knew, there were two
dead daemons and one who'd lost an arm.  Leg?  Long fin?

Cordy, standing over two more scaly corpses, was wiping her
blade with a rag and smiling at me.  "You did good.  Buffy
trained you well."

"I did?" I squeaked.  Then I saw my axe.  Both blades were
stained with greenish ichors.  Turns out I actually beheaded one
of the two I killed and maimed the one who got away.

Later, when Angel collected us, he told us that about forty came
ashore but Kate Lockley, Illyria and Angel took care of most of
them.  Five headed north, those we took care of.  A few headed
south where Nina and Connor dispatched them and one ducked
into an abandoned sewer.  Angel said he'd go after that one
later.

Once we got back to the Hyperion, Cordy was all "Dawn did
this."  And "Dawn did that."  And "Dawn saved my curvaceous
ass."

Okay, I added the 'curvaceous' part.

I sat on the round couch and buried my red face in my hands.
After a few more minutes of the team reliving our glorious
victory, Angel put his hand on my shoulder.  I managed to look
up and saw him smiling at me.

"Buffy'll be proud.  Welcome to Angel Investigations."

* * *

Cordy and I started spending more and more time together.  We
became great friends.  And my desire for her continued to grow
but I never had any indication, after that almost kiss, that she
felt the same.

Being afraid of rejection and, even worse, the loss of her
friendship, I never dared to make any kind of move.

I know.  Pretty stupid but I was younger then.

I decided to major in business at USC after watching, and
helping, Cordy with billing and other financial matters.  While I
was no Anya, Cordy said I had a real knack for it.

She helped me with my homework.  This usually meant we'd sit
around jabbering on and on about someone or another.
Studying and homework seemed to come pretty easily to me for
some reason.  Guess that happens when you find you really
enjoy the field you're studying.

There was one time I had a problem with some facet of
budgetary analysis.  I don't remember what the specific issue
was but it was really pissing me off.  Cordy sat next to me on
the sofa in my room and slowly explained it to me.

It seemed so easy when she laid it all out for me and I never
had a problem with that again.  Instinctively, I hugged her, my
nose buried in her long, brown curls, her breasts pressing
against me and her perfume filling me.  Her hands slid around
me and she held me close for a wonderfully long but horribly
short time.

With her hands still on my shoulders, Cordy pulled back and
gazed into my eyes.  I was mesmerized.  At that moment, I
would've done anything - anything at all - for her.

"Dawn," she whispered as one hand combed through my hair
until she was cupping the side of my head.  Then she leaned in
and kissed me.

Oh. My. God.  Her lips were so soft.  And they felt so wonderful
pressing against mine.  My heart was hammering in my chest
and my head was spinning.

After several long moments, Cordy pulled back, looked in my
eyes again.  I guess she liked what she saw since she kissed
me again.  This time, at almost the same nanosecond, our lips
parted and her tongue slid into my mouth.

OH!  MY!  GOD!  Her tongue was so supple and tasted so
sweet as it slid along mine.   I sucked on it like a candy.  She
teased me and drew me into her mouth and I gladly followed.

With this kiss I was sharing with Cordelia, I felt like I had been
lost all my life and now I was saved.

I know what you're thinking.  Stupid kid.  You're barely outta
high school.  Whaddya know about life and love?  Well, I have
been with other women in my life.  And had two meaningful
relationships too boot; Kit, who I mentioned earlier, and a girl at
school in Italy, Isabella.  Both were marvelous kissers (better
than any of the boys I tried it with before I came out) and both
were great lovers.  But if Cordy's kisses were any kind of scale
to use for comparison, neither of them would hold a candle to
her.  (Sorry my dear sweet friends.)

I have absolutely no idea how long we sat on that couch.  We
continued to kiss and hold each other, my fingers sifting through
her long, luxurious hair while she would comb her hands
through my hair.

When we finally took a break, I was ready to jump right into bed.
Cordy had other plans though.  And, in the long run, I can't say
they were wrong.  Even at the moment she mentioned it, I knew
it was the right thing to do.

Even if I was ready to take her right there and then.

So we dated for a few weeks.  We only shared chaste, close-
mouthed kisses during the first few dates - they became more
passionate later.  But, and this was important, we got to know
each other better and better.  I have never felt closer to another
person in my entire life.  Cordy told me the same thing.

Neither of us used the "L" word.  I know I felt it and I'm sure
Cordy did too but we held off mentioning love or anything like it
for the time being.  Love was confined to things like "I love
shushi" or "I love Ghirardelli Chocolates" or "I love rainy days
and old movies".

When we finally made love, it was incredible!  I actually passed
out as Cordy took me places I never even dreamed of.

And I must've been doing something right.  Even with her legs
locked around my head, I could hear Cordy's screams of
pleasure that first time.

* * *

That first night was over a year and a half ago.  Since then, I've
become Cordy's staff in the billing area for Angel Investigations.
I've even gotten the okay from the Business Department to use
this as an official internship.

As a result of all this practical experience, I've become one of
the top students at the business school.  And I give all the credit
to Cordelia.

She's taught me how to dress for success and been a real
mentor to me.  I often wore tailored business attire.  I get my
hair lightly styled every few weeks or so.  I’m a regular young
yuppie business woman.

Man I love weekends when I can wear torn jeans again…

And our personal relationship has been marvelous.  We have
the usual ups and downs all couples have but we do love each
other.  And, when the time finally came a year ago, there was
no hesitation on Cordelia's part to reply in kind when I finally told
her, "I love you, Cordy."

Even now, whenever I hear Cordelia say "I love you, Dawn", my
heart feels like it's gonna burst out of my chest.  And one night,
when I was laying with my heart on her breast, I felt and heard
her heart pick up as I told her that.

* * *

Which brings us to that moment in the lobby when I heard two
ghosts talking about my beautiful, sexy woman.

I asked Cordy if she still had the outfit and, somewhat
reluctantly, she admitted she did.  When I asked her to model it
for me, she was even more reticent.

"Why, Dawn?"

"I heard you were incredibly sexy in it and I wanna see all of
your sexiness..."  I wriggled an eyebrow, usually a surefire way
to get her to concede.

"I don't know.  That...dress makes me feel...  I don't want to put
you through anything like that."  she got off our couch and
walked to the window, "I become my old high school self but
worse.  I feel like I can do whatever I want to whoever I want."

"Well, with me you can."  I had walked over and was standing
behind her.  I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my
chin on her shoulder, looking out the window without seeing the
street below.  "I love you and would do anything for you."

She turned in my arms and stared into my eyes.  "Let me think
about it.  Okay?  I don't have particularly good memories of
Pylea and...  Just let me think it over."

"Okay."

* * *

I mentioned it once in a while but I never pushed her too much.
I was just getting so damned curious about her in that outfit.
Finally, she showed me the outfit.  I was stunned.  It was little
more than a bejeweled bra with strands of gems draping down,
a hip-to-ankle light blue skirt slit up both sides to the glittery belt,
a blue cape that hung from the bra straps, jeweled shoes and a
gem-studded tiara.

That's when I became Annoying Dawn.  I had to see her in that.
The boys told me about her in it back when she had short,
blonde-ish hair.  With her long, dark, curly hair she'd have to be
even hotter than they remembered.

And then came the time.  It was late summer and I was between
terms of my last year.  We were going over the books and
decided to take a break.  We ended up walking around the
small outer courtyard off the lobby, enjoying the warm summer
evening.

We were chatting about what to do for a break from work while I
was still out of school.  Malibu, San Diego, Neptune and other
places were mentioned.  We talked about Yosemite, the
Sierras, and the high desert.  All we knew for sure was we
wanted to get away from LA for a while.

Yes, I had thought about visiting Buffy and Willow.  I'm still all
about my family - whether it's my Sunnydale kin or the extended
family here in the Hyperion.  But, unfortunately, the two were off
on another recruiting mission and fighting evil while they were at
it.  I think they were in Tokyo at the time - something about a
haunted house.

Anyway, in the back of my mind was the idea that maybe I could
get my Cordy into that skimpy outfit if we were away from LA.
But before I could even say anything, Cordy asked, "Do you still
want to see me in that...costume?"

Ignoring the snarky way she said 'costume', I immediately said,
"Yes."  But way too fast.  Way to scare her off, Dawny, I thought.

She looked at me the way she used to look at Willow when I
started at Sunnydale, seeing my eager expression.  Her words
matched her expression, "Perv much?"

"Huh?"  I was completely lost by that question.  What the hell
was there to perv about?  It wasn't as if I hadn't seen her naked.
Many, many times.

"Remember when I told you about Fred?"  I nodded.

Early on, we told each other about our past relationships.
Neither of us wanted anything to come along later and hurt the
other.  In my case, it was my relationships with Kit and Isabella
and my two one-night stands.  I even told her about that Xena-
esque woman in the window of the Amsterdam brothel I felt
compelled to pay for during my visit to that oddly open city.

In Cordy's, it was Xander, Faith (a one-night stand in high
school before Faith came out of the evil closet), a few creeps
she met in LA, Angel (even though nothing really happened)
and Fred.

Turns out Fred was the closest to a real, adult relationship that
Cordy had.  They were together, secretly, for about a year after
their first time in that Pylean barn.

"Fred had me wear that once.  I didn't like what I became.  You
remember my Queen C days?  It was worse.  I became a total
bitch.  Very domineering.  Very much in control.  A dominatrix...
Without the leather.  Or the whip."  I felt a shiver run through
me, not unpleasant either.  "I so totally controlled Fred.  If she
didn't do what I wanted, I punished her.  I was not...  I was as
close to evil as I've ever been without someone possessing
me."

I kissed her gently, "I'm not scared of you.  I know you'd never
hurt me."

* * *

So there I was, barefoot, wearing only a t-shirt and tattered skirt.
The shirt was adorned with many holes that didn't quite cover
my breasts.  And, if I moved the wrong way, my aureola would
peak out.  The skirt barely extended past my crotch and didn't
cover the bottom of my ass at all.

Fortunately, the fireplace was keeping the room plenty warm.

We were at a cabin in the Sierras that was once a Wolfram and
Hart holding.  After the...liquidation of the LA office, all their
assets reverted to Angel.  Most he sold off but he retained some
for our personal uses.  This place was one.  And it was
marvelous.

The main room was large but now practically empty.   Except for
the Princess' chair, a few odd pieces of furniture and some
pillows, rugs and blankets scattered around.

As I knelt before my princess on one of those blankets, I could
feel her eyes on my skin where it showed through.  I chanced a
glance up and saw fire there.  And a wicked smile.

"You’re cow body pleases me, lowly cow.  Now it is your
responsibility to pleasure me further.  Bring me some wine."

I walked over and poured from a decanter into a goblet on the
small table near the fireplace.  I could feel her eyes burning into
my backside as I walked away from her.

And I could see her eyes fixated on my barely concealed
breasts as I returned with the goblet.  Bowing, I handed it up to
her.

Taking the wine, she said, "Kneel."

I stepped back and began to kneel in my former spot.  Her shout
interrupted my motions.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  Kneel before me!"

The steel in her voice sent a shiver up my spine.  And caused
tingles in another part of me.

I quickly moved to her feet and knelt there.

"Now.  Kiss my feet."

I hesitated then took one foot and removed the open sandal
before I began to kiss it.  First the arch then the sides.  As I
kissed the soft skin, my tongue slicked along the surface.  I
lifted it further and kissed the sensitive underside.  When my
tongue traced the sole, I felt my princess' body tense.

Kissing each toe in turn, I then began to suck on each, starting
with the little toe and working towards the big toe.

As I finished, she spoke again.  "Now the other."

I set the foot down and took the other, removing the sandal.
Then I repeated my action, kissing, licking and sucking on the
dainty foot.

All this time, my eyes were locked on her body above me.  I
could see the bejeweled bra sparkle in the firelight as her
breathing quickened.  I also saw the soft blue material of her
'dress' slide between her thighs as I lavished my oral attentions
on her feet.

I began to lick my way up the inside of her shin, pausing to
nibble and lick the back of her knee.  I was happy I was supple
enough to do that while she was still sitting but I knew if I
worshipped the backs of her legs for too long, I'd have a terrible
cramp in my neck.

Taking her other leg in hand, I kissed that foot's arch then
moved up the soft inside of her limb.  As I tongued that knee,
my princess started to squirm a bit.

With a small smile for myself, I began to explore the inside of
her thigh, the gossamer blue brushing my cheek as I tasted her.
Then the other thigh.

Her skin, even on the soles of her feet, was so soft and fun to
lick...  But the softest and the most delicious was still hidden
under that other-dimensional garment

I lifted the material and had my suspicions confirmed.  Her oh-
so lovely pussy was naked beneath the silky skirt.  I moved in
and inhaled her musky arousal. letting the skirt fall over my
head.

"Yes, servants should not be noticed going about their duties,"
Princess Cordelia stated.  Although it sounded more like the
older Queen C of Sunnydale than the more recent Pylean
royalty.  Her hand belied her harsh words as she stroked my
hair through the skirt.

Gently pulling her pouty lips apart, I began to lick and suckle at
her tender, juicy center.  She tasted spicier than I remembered.
(Looking back I think that was my heightened imagination.)  I
savored the tanginess on my tongue as it probed and tickled
and caressed her pussy.

I felt her clit brush my nose.  Or did my nose brush it?  I added
that to my 'repertoire' as I began to passionately kiss her nether
lips, my tongue pushing into her heated wetness.  I felt her
whole body jump when my nose touched her button and my
tongue found my favorite spot inside her.  Took some doing but
I'm pretty talented at pleasing my lady.

I pulled away from both areas only to thrust against them again.
Then back away from them before pushing in.  Out and in, out
and in, out and in.  Over and over until I heard my princess
panting in a most un-regal fashion.

My tongue moved from delicious, searing, wet heat to cool but
pungent air and my nose was assailed by the wonderful aroma
of my princess' arousal.  The alternating sensations as I tongue-
fucked Cordelia were turning me on even more.

With a final plunge into her with my tongue, she cried out and
climaxed on my face.  Her pussy clamped down on my tongue
as her juices flowed over my lips and chin.  I don't think she had
ever cum that much before.

Sitting back, I was licking my lips and smiling up at her.  I loved
the taste of her - I wanted to dive back in for more but I held off.
Until given permission once more.  The skirt was again between
her legs but there was a small and growing dampness there.
That made me smile.  A smile which my love's next action
wiped away.

Cordy lunged down and pulled me to her, her tongue forcing it's
way into my mouth.  Then she licked my cheeks and chin before
crushing her mouth to mine again.

After taking my breath away with that kiss - stealing more like -
she sat back.  Her face regained the old haughtiness as she
tried to control her breathing.  "You were not given permission to
pleasure me that way.  You took liberties with my regal body.
You were too fast; you made me climax far too quickly.
Obviously you need more lessons."

Too quickly?  Yeah right.  That's why you exploded on my face
and practically drowned me, I thought to myself.

"Stand here," she ordered.  I stood before her.  She shook her
head irritably, "No!  Here!"  Her finger pointed between her feet
but there wasn't much room there for my feet unless I stepped
on her.  Pointing to the outside of her leg, she added, "And
here."

So I obediently straddled her thigh.  She gripped my waist, it
was almost painful, and pulled me down so my crotch was on
her kneecap.  Her leg began to move up and down as her
hands traveled up my body and under my rag/shirt to grab my
breasts.

I may not be as...endowed as my Cordy, I have been known to
turn a few heads from time to time.  And she never complained
about my bust size.  Matter of fact, I sometimes think Cordy can
be as envious of my smaller boobs as I can be of her bigger
ones.

Now she was doing one of those things that always turns me
on, as if I needed any help.  Her hands were busy on my body
but under the clothing I was wearing.  I could see the shapes of
her hands as they danced over me while feeling those
dexterous fingers toyed with and groped me.

I was forcibly trying to keep my breathing under control.  And I
wouldn't dare to groan without Her permission.  But it was
becoming more and more difficult as her knee pushed into my
crotch and her fingers teased my hard nipples.

Then she pinched me.  Hard.

"Eep!"

When those fingers closed tightly over my nubbins, I couldn't
help but squeal.  My princess noted that with a raised eyebrow
but didn't say a word.  When she did it again, I managed to keep
quiet and she raised that brow again.

Between the stimulation in my core and her hands' evil work on
my breasts, I was finding it harder and harder to keep from
panting and moaning.  I closed my eyes and my head lolled
back.

Her knee was becoming less pleasurable as she bounced me
harder and harder.  I was close to climaxing but she had other
plans...

"Look at me!"

My eyes snapped open and I looked at my princess.  She
smiled evilly, like the Queen C of old, and, even as my near
climax diminished, I felt an aroused chill travel up my spine.
Then she bit me through my shirt.  And again on the other
nipple.

I couldn't keep silent with that treatment.  I groaned loudly.  I
was ready for a sharp rebuke but she just bit me again, this time
engulfing my aureola.

My shirt was damp over my nipples when she grabbed the rag
and tore it off me, throwing it away.  One hand grabbed my
breast again and the other moved down to flick my clit as I
bounced on her knee.  Then she bit my nipples again in
sequence.  Each time worrying them like a dog with a chew toy.

She pushed me away just as I was about to climax from the
abusive pleasure.

I stood there in just the tattered rag around my waist, my chest
heaving as I struggled to control my breathing.

"That was just the beginning of my lesson.  Stand here."  She
indicated her chair on either side of her legs.  I carefully climbed
up and stood before her.

Princess Cordelia's hands held my thighs gently.  She caressed
them slowly, up and down.  On each upstroke, they neared my
ass until her hands were holding my cheeks tightly under the
skirt, squeezing and kneading the rounded flesh.

Then one hand slapped against me.  I almost fell forward onto
her in my surprise.  Another slap followed but, this time, I was
ready.

After several spanks, she tore the rag off me.  Then her hand
slapped my ass again.  Each slap was harder than the one
before.  The pain was intense and my eyes started to water.

Suddenly, she stopped and pulled me to her.  I moved my feet
carefully on the cushioned seat as she guided me.  I glanced
down to see a happy smile on my love's face as she moved in
to kiss my dark curls.

Her tongue danced around my thatch, combing my curls and
teasing me.  It moved further down and, nimbly avoiding my
engorged clit, she began to lick my outer labia.

Oh god!  The sensation after the spanking was intense.  And
then she entered me and I moaned.  In seconds I was aching
for my own release but I was refused.

Her tongue inside me felt my contractions begin and Cordy
pulled back.  Looking up at me with that evil glimmer back in her
eye, she leaned forward and sucked one of my lips into her
mouth.  Her teeth gripped it and then she applied pressure.

Wow!  I never expected that.  When she worried that, I felt it
through my entire body.  Releasing that labia and attacking the
other, she shook her head as she smiled around the flesh in her
mouth.

Another release and her tongue plunged into me again.
Princess Cordelia swabbed my inner and outer lips, thrusting
between them and bringing me to the brink again.   She also
took turns with a finger inside me.

And again, using her tongue as some sexual sensor, she knew I
was about ot cum and shoved her wet finger into my ass.

"AAiiieee!!!" I squealed.

My knees almost gave out and my brain went blank.  My
breathing and any noises I made were completely out of my
control.

As her finger pulled out, her tongue pushed in.  She pummeled
both of my openings with her tongue and finger as I slowly went
insane with the pleasure.

Some dim, still-aware part of my brain registered my renewed
climax charging forward but I had no control and couldn't
prepare myself for the cessation of her pleasuring me.

But this time, she didn't stop.  My climax exploded from deep
inside me and everything went white as I passed out.

* * *

Coming to, I found myself cradled in my princess' arms like a
baby.  She held me gently and kissed my forehead.  As my eyes
flickered open and saw her face, she smiled.  It was a radiant
smile like so many she graced me with since we had become
lovers.

"Are you okay?"  I nodded, my voice still not completely under
my control.  "When you passed out, I was a bit worried but..."

I leaned up and kissed her.  Princess or not, I had to show her
how much I loved her.

When I was able to stand, she took my hand and led me up the
stairs to the master bedroom.  Laying me in the large bed, she
performed an incredibly sexy strip-tease before laying on top of
me, kissing me deeply.

We made love twice more that afternoon.  That evening, after
forcing ourselves to eat, we watched the sunset as we lay in the
sauna.  Naturally, my hand had a mind of it's own and we made
love on the lawn as the night closed in around us.

Before the week was over, we made love dozens of times in the
house and once, near the end of our stay, on the crest of a
windswept hill.

Being naked with my love on a hill, exposed to God and nature,
professing my love with word and deed, I felt like we were
united more closely than any church service could have - if any
church would wed us.

Not that we planned it, but Cordelia Chase was my lover, my
best friend and now, as far as we were concerned, my mate.
And I was - and am - hers.

Sometimes life just happens.  And we couldn’t be happier.

Oh, and we did use the Pylean outfit once more that week.  This
time I got to play the part of the Evil Lesbian Princess forcing
herself onto the lowly servant girl.

Boy, was that fun!

The End

  (c) John O'Conner

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