The Yummy Princess Loses Her Innocence, Part 1

by Aunt Molly

The palace was known for its grand spacious rooms, its high ceilings and broad hallways. But the drawing room was small and cozy. A place of human proportion for those who are tired of feeling small compared to royal grandeur.

This was the perfect place for Rue and Morgan.

The sweet pretty girl was a few years younger than Rue, long mousy brown hair and sweet green eyes. The two girls stuffed themselves into the seat of a big comfy chair. Large windows light the room brightly. And Rue read her history lesson aloud.

She found that reading her lessons to others (often Carlo) helped her learn them, unfortunately the Wittan was keeping all the servants - including Carlo, especially busy. With ten visiting barons, their spouses, servants and retainers.

But of course when the Wittan met, or whenever baron Helmut came to visit for any reason, it meant Morgan came too.

"'And so it was that the two great empires of Monin and Pomore had consumed the world between them, having no other prey they fell upon one another in a war so terrible that the border between them became known as the Bloodlands.'"

Rue turned a page, kissing the girl's cheek. "'A border governess for Pomor went forth to her counterpart in Monin. She said to him, "Why do we fight one another when we have more in common than we do with the far off emperors. We shall marry and form a nation between us."

"But", spoke the Monite governor, "Will not our rulers want to reclaim this land for their own?"

"Yes indeed, but we will play one against the other, and let them fight over the very last piece of unconquered land, meanwhile we shall be an island of peace in a sea of unceasing war."'"

Morgan leaned in to look at the illustrations of Governess Pasha their first Queen. "'And so they did marry and bade the border governesses Pomor to wed the governors of Monin and form a new nation. Known to some as the Blood Kingdom, but also by its capital, Thol.'"

Rue smiled at the young girl and stroked her hair.

"Rue, you smell like pears."

Rue blushed, she had told the little girl about her adventures the previous year with the fairies. Although she felt like a hypocrite for doing so she left out the more graphic parts the little girl might not be ready for.

"Yes well, they are your favorite aren't they?"

"Yes - we have a bunch of pear trees on our land, and they are very, very sweet." Morgan rubbed Rue's thigh, "Will it taste like pears too?"

"It'll taste like your favorite - for Colette it tastes like strawberries. For Jenny it smelled like apples." Her mother had forbidden Rue to seduce any more of the maids, they did have work to do.

"She didn't taste?"

"No." No amount of assurance of Rue's consent (or promises of reciprocation) would assuage the oldest (but still quite handsome) maid's guilt. A gentle kiss on the lips and a quick sniff was the most she would do.

"Do you want me to taste?"

"No," Rue kissed the little girl's lips gently, "I'd much rather," a kiss on each cheek, "taste yours."

"But its not yummy like your missy."

"I would like to be the judge of that." Kissing her sweet pretty face, she started to unbutton Morgan's dress, and slid it off of her shoulders.

Rue looked into the girl's eyes. Morgan was still smiling and Rue started to suckle the little girl's neck. Her hands running over the girl's underslip.

Morgan lifted it over her head, only the oversized unflattering underpants that grownups seemed to insist the girls wear remained on Morgan.

Rue kissed her way down the girl's pretty fair-skinned body, sliding the pink underpants off.

"Are you comfortable Morgan? If you don't think you're ready we don't have to."

The girl smiled and opened her legs.

Rue kissed those smooth bare lips, running a tongue up and down, exploring virgin folds. Morgan squirmed slightly and sighed as Rue's tongue lapped gently at the little missy, and Morgan lifted it to meet Rue's mouth.

Rue's tongue explored between Morgan's legs, learning their secrets. The sweet girl's breath came in quick shallow pants. Rue looked up to her and smiled even as her tongue continued its work.

The first cum struck Morgan before she expected it, a soft gasp, and a sweet coo, then her whole body shuddered.

Morgan smiled, smooth dark hair splayed like a fan, this was probably her first cum. Rue didn't even know if a girl Morgan's age could get cums normally (she didn't know they couldn't either).

"Rue I liked that *so* much, can we do that again tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Morgan, that was just the appetizer. I mean, unless you don't want another cum."

Morgan grabbed Rue's head and pulled it down, without hesitation the older girl wrapped her lips around Morgan's tiny nub and began to suckle.

Morgan's breath came louder this time, she raised her hips pushing them against Rue's mouth. Rue suckled and licked, she was tempted to push her fingers inside, but did not want to break Morgan's maidenhead. Instead Rue busied herself caressing and exploring Morgan's body.

Morgan whined almost as if in pain, but with her legs firmly clamped around Rue's neck, there was no doubt Morgan wanted to continue.

Rue's spit mixed with the little girl's nectar. Though not fairy enhanced it was a flavor Rue had grown to appreciate, even crave.

Morgan shrieked as if she'd seen a mouse, then she shuddered again.

"Rue that one was bigger!"

"They will keep getting bigger the more I do it."

"Is this what sex is like for grown ups?"

Rue smiled and caressed the girl's cheek, "Only if one of them is fairy enhanced."

Morgan kissed Rue's lips, the little girl didn't mind the taste of missy on her. If you could stand it, so could she.

"Will you take me to the fairy mound?"

"Oh no, they'd try to turn you into a fairy. They always turn the prettiest girl into fairies."

Morgan's smile became toothy and mischievous, "It's my turn." Rue tried to dive down to Morgan's missy for a third helping but Morgan closed her legs.

"Its *my* turn." When Rue started to undress Morgan slapped her hands away, "I wanna do it." It took Morgan a little longer - but Rue was in no special hurry.

Then Rue saw him peeking around the doorway, "Morgan stop - we have a spy."

Alfred D'Tilmerand was a son of one of the Baronesses, older than Rue, thin and pale. He wore the red military dress uniform popular amongst the noble boys.

A bulge in the boy's pants told Rue he'd probably been watching for a while.

Rue stood and tried to be as commanding as she knew, "Alfred, don't even think it."

When the boy sprinted away Rue knew it was to tattle.

Rue gave chase and both youths sprinted down the hall.

They had gotten close enough to the Wittan that they could hear the yelling

"I will not tolerate this woman a moment longer!", which one was that - baron Talos, yes Rue could recognize the grizzled undertones.

Carlo stepped out from one of the guest rooms with a hug pile of dirty laundry in hisd arms.

"Carlo don't let him pass!"

The laundry boy obediently and without hesitation jumped in front of the door that lead to the grand meeting hall.

Alfred was shorter than Carlo, but tried to act taller, "Boy - move aside, I must see my mother."

Carlo didn't like the young noble's tone, "Boy? I'm older than you!"

A falsetto voice that belonged to Rue's uncle Monique,"Talos there has to be a vote, you can't just stage a coup!"

Rue ran up behind Alfred, panting, "Carlo - don't let him get past you."

Carlo crossed his arms, "Well I guess a princess beats whatever you are."

"A baron - baron Alfred D'Tilmerand, and there will be hell to pay if you do not let me pass."

Carlo looked down at the still pronounced bulge in the noble's pants.

"You caught Alfie peeking in on you and Morgan?"

Rue nodded.

"Alfie no one likes a tattle tail. Just forget what you saw."

Talos spoke again, "Ariel! Ariel!"

Ariel D'Tilmerand was Alfred's mother. The response sounded sing-songy and dismissive, but the words were unintelligible from the hall.

Alfred stood straight, "I do not need to explain myself to you - either you remove yourself from my path, or I remove you.", Alfred assumed a fighting stance, he raised his fists and set them wheeling past each other.

"Alfie, have you ever been in a fight in your life?"

Alfred struck Carlo in the face.

Rue winced, "Carlo you can't hit him!"

Carlo forced himself to calm down, "Its alright Rue. I'd say he hits like a girl but I know some girls who hit pretty good."

Alfred grunted, punching Carlo a second time, "Fight me villain!"

After the third punch it was hard for Carlo to keep his cool. "Alfie you are starting to get on my nerves."

The fourth strike and Carlo's face turned red.

Alfred furrowed his brow, "Do you know what I saw? I saw Rue molesting baron Helmut's daughter."

Carlo took a deep breath and counted to ten, "Its none of your business Alfie."

"I wonder what people are going to think when they learn that the heir apparent is a sick, twisted, deviant, whore"

Carlo only had to throw one punch.

Carlo was glad that the Queen felt strongly about humane treatment of prisoners.

The palace dungeon though dark and dusty was mostly clean. There were rats that scurried in the dark, curious about the stranger invading their world.

Carlo probably felt it was not good timing to punch the noble boy in the face just as

His mother walked out.. The Wittan broke sooner than he had expected.

Traitor!

One of the barons shouted it at the baroness just as she ran to collect her son and have the "peasant" throne in a cell.

Carlo rubbed his eyes, Ooh, good job Carlo You couldn't keep it cool just two more seconds could you?

From the top of the stair leading to the rest of the palace there came the protesting squeal of rusted hinges, and the dim stream of daylight. The sound of slow hobbling feet and a thick oak cane.

The dim light of a lantern in the old woman's free hand lit up the weathered face of Carlo's grandmother.

"What did you do, boy?"

"He called the Princess a whore."

The old woman snorted, "He was goading you, he knew as soon as you lashed out he could play the poor victim brutalized by a vicious peasant."

"Grandma - according to Rue's books a 'peasant' is a subsistence farmer."

"Then what the flax are we?"

"'Commoners.'"

The old woman nodded lowing herself into a lotus position on the floor. "Carlo dear, Rue is doing what she can for you, but I won't sugar coat this., baroness Ariel is talking about having you banished. from the city."

"I see."

"Carlo - I can't protect you. And I can't go with you. I'm too old to live outside these walls."

Carlo reached out and took his grandmother's hand, "Its alright. I know it will be alright no matter what."

Rue waited for the commotion to settle. She had watched the guards drag Carlo away as Ariel D'TIlemerand shrieked historically.

That faker Alfred started bawling as if he'd not been the one who started the fight. Once the crying stopped and the "there, there"'s were finished. Rue gently knocked on the door.

"Baroness, can I come in?"

"Yes Princess do come in."

The room was small but well furnished and well decorated. A large window openned into the back garden. It was late afternoon, early autumn, still relatively warm, though the leaves were turning.

Alfred was lying in the big canopy bed with a peice of meat over his eye. Ariel D'Tilmerand sat nearby. She wore a low cut black dress with plenty of cobwebby frills and ruffles.

Rue curtseyed, though the baroness was lower in rank Rue had been told to respect her elders, "Baroness I want to talk about Carlo."

"Awful boy I don't know why your mother puts up with him."

"Carlo was trying to protect me. Alfred had been spying on me and Morgan. Carlo was trying to keep him from tattling."

Alfred sprung to a sitting position, though the meat was still over his eye, "Mother you don't understand Rue is a pervert! You should have seen what they were doing!"

Ariel shook her head, "But that still doesn't excuse the boy for attacking my son."

"Alfred had punched Carlo in the face four times without Carlo even blinking, and then Alfred called me a whore to his face."

"Alfred! Is that true?"

Alfred looked away from his mother's stare - even with only one eye exposed that stare was piercing, "Well she is mother, she's such a sicko!"

Ariel shook her head again, "Son we will talk later. Rue dear, I am so sorry. He is the youngest - his brother and sister moved out when he was still little. And he is too much of a snob to play with the servant's children. He doesn't understand it's normal to explore, even with another girl."

"I am glad you are understanding about this."

"To hear Alfred tell it, the laundry boy was some savage that jumped him. Apparently he was trying to defend his mistress's honor."

"Baroness why was everyone yelling in the Wittan?"

The baroness rolled her eyes and waved her hand as if fanning away something foul smelling. "Well darling part of it is politics. All the barons want to have their way, baron Talos especially. He wanted to overthrow your mother during the meeting."

Rue stood with her mouth open. She found a chair nearby and sat down, "But Baron Talos is mommy's Carlo."

"Excuse me?"

"When mommy was my age she and baron Talos used to get into all kinds of trouble. She told me all kinds of stories. They're cousins."

"Darling we're all cousins - the barons are all inbred more thoroughly than a prize heifer. Your mother and father are second cousins. I am your mother's second cousin too."

"So we're all family."

Yes dear - one big dysfunctional family."

"Why did he call you 'traitor'?"

"He thought I would go along with him, but I wouldn't. He has plans, big plans for the throne."

"But mommy is Queen how can he take over?"

Traditionally each generation the Wittan would choose a new Queen when one died, went mad or showed gross incompetence. Your family has done such a good job leading us we have let it pass from mother to daughter without question. But Talos is trying to convince everyone your mother is incompetent and make him King.

"He wants to start an empire by conquering territory from Faust and the Goblin Kingdom. But your mother only wants peace, and that frustrates him."

"He wants to start a war?"

" Yes, he thinks Thol can be the new great empire, the new Monin, and some of barons believe it too. But don't worry, your mother will put a stop to it."

"Are you going to banish Carlo?"

"No - but he has to stay in his cell until we leave. Just to keep trouble to a minimum."

" My birthday is tomorrow -Are you going to be there?"

"Oh I see the servants aren't running around for just us."

"Yes, they will be due for some vacation time after all this. Thank you baroness. Carlo is a very good friend and I wouldn't want him banished."

"Rue, could you do a favor for me?"

"Anything baroness."

"If your mother were in trouble, what would you do to help? Before you say 'anything' just think about what 'anything' could mean. Your title, your wealth, your comfort."

Rue nodded, "I will think hard about it."

Rue walked out and caught baron Helmut, Morgan's grandfather. It was hard to read him, the thick mane of white hair topped a still slim and trim body, even if the lines on the man's face were quite deep.

Rue had never seen him smile, not even once.

"Baron Helmut.", Rue winced as she had a bad habit of pronouncing his name "helmet".

"Yes Princess."

"I just want you to know, I didn't do anything to Morgan without her permission."

Helmut blinked twice, sniffed, cleared his throat, "Oh. Morgan said the same thing."

"So its all alright?"

Another long silence, "Yes I suppose. I must get going."

Rue ran to tell Carlo the good news, while bringing down his dinner. He seemed comfortable enough, or at least resigned, with staying in his cell for a couple for days.

"At least I'm not banished.", while eating a pork pie.

"But it was weird, she asked what would I give up to help my mother."

"I assume you said 'anything'"

"But the baroness asked me to really think about what 'anything ' could mean. What if I had to give you up? Or daddy? Or nanny? I mean I really thought - giving up people would be the most awful thing."

"If it came down to it, I expect you to give me up for your mother's sake, and I know Nanny and the Prince would give anything for her too."

When the princess emerged from the dungeons she made her way to her mother's room only to overhear her mother and the baroness, "Then make the decision for her, it will be for the best."

"But I promised myself I wouldn't do this to her."

"She's a royal, she'll understand this is what it means to be a princess."

"This can wait until after the party I will not burden her with this."

"Well don't wait too long my queen. You will need allies sooner, rather than later."

Rue hid around the corner and watched the baroness exit.

The princess slipped into her mother's bedchamber, with the same careful stealth she'd used one year ago. Her mother hung her head low.

Rue climbed up onto the bed and held her mother tight.

"I hate the Wittan. Hate it, hate it, hate it. ", the Queen punctuated her statement by punching the bed repeatedly."I like some of the barons but I hate the politicking."

"Is Aunt Madeline coming to my party?"

"No sweetie, she said she can't make it, but she'll be here for the Festival of Light for sure."

"Will we still be living here then?"

"Where else would we...she told you?"

Rue nodded.

"Right now I have your father, baron Monique, baron Peters, baron Helmut, Baroness Ula and hopefully baroness Ariel, with my vote that makes seven. We have a clear majority. I am only in trouble if one of them defects."

"So why do you look worried?"

"I'll tell you after your birthday. I do not want you to worry about anything. I can take care of this, its my job."

Dinners during the Wittan were notoriously polite. The more troubled the meeting the more polite the dinner. This particular dinner was polite to the extreme. Hardly anyone spoke. And even that were the conspicuous absences of the baron Talos's allies.

To actually shun the queen at dinnertime, Rue had never heard of that being done.

But talking to Rue about her birthday seemed like a safe topic. Baron Monique would have made a fetching woman and filled his lacy black dress quite well, if only he not insisted on wearing that big bushy moustache.

"Rue darling I hear you are inviting several city children to your party."

Rue nodded, "A few girls, if I am Queen one day I should meet my people."

"Oh dear Goddess.", Alfred took a piece of broccoli, chewed and swallowed.

Monique cut a piece of meat and pushed it around his plate. "I think its sweet, she wants to be a woman of the people."

"The masses are asses - isn't that what you say mother?"

Ariel D'Tilmerand sat next to her son, occasionally cleaning his face. She laughed nervously, "Well, I think I may have been taken out of context.", she whispered harshly in the boy's ear.

Rue took a bite of potato and drank a bit of wine. It was not unusual for children to be given wine, so long as it was watered down. "Mother says that more people die of disease in our kingdom every year from disease and poor sanitation than did from Goblin arrows during the war."

Monique shouted across the table, Rue's father was tall and handsome with salt an pepper hair and a long drooping moustache. He wore the black and gray dress military uniform of a field marshal."Edward darling - how many died during the goblin war?"

The Prince Consort thought for a moment, "About two thousand by blade and arrow, another two thousand by infection and disease."

The numbers would sound small by another worlds standards until one realizes that this is a world were killing had yet to be automated. No air strikes, no tanks, no machine guns, no poison gas, no city destroying missiles.

Baron Helmut stood, raising a glass. Not an unusual gesture during Wittan dinners, usually to celebrate an allegedly productive meeting.

" I have thought long and hard. This afternoon we may have heard of Alfred's discovery of my granddaughter and Rue together. I do not blame the girls they are innocent. But it is a sign of the decadence, the corruption of Mavere's rule, the decadence, the focusing on trivialitties and the neglecting of our nation's security. I formally declare my support for Baron Talos he is this country's only hope.. I will excuse myself so you may enjoy your dinner in peace."

Mavere rose, "Baron, please stay we can discuss this."

"No I'm sorry, but there is nothing to discuss.", baron Helmut left the table.

Rue saw Mavere collapse into her seat. Rue might have been a child but she could do the math, seven to six turned to six verses six.