The Yummy Princess Loses Her Innocence, Part 5

by Aunt Molly

Carlo sat in his cell the sounds of merry making upstairs, the door opened and light streamed in from above.

Light feet tripped downstairs, it was Marianne, at sixteen she had only gotten lovelier since he last saw her. She was reassigned after being caught giving the then nine-year old Rue some very explicit lessons on the female anatomy.

She was welcomed back for two reasons - with the Witan, the palace desperately needed the extra hands, and there was no longer any need to protect the princess's virtue.

She slid the dinner under the door. "So cutie how are you holding up?"

Leftovers from dinner, "Beets, I hate beets."

"Your gramma insisted - she said they were good for you."

"So what's going on up top?"

Marianne described the guests, and the gossip from upstairs, she recounted what she knew of what had gone on since this afternoon, " The Merchant's daughter, Barbara, is about your age. Pretty enough, I guess. Bigger breasts than mine.Bitch."

"You see I *like* petite."

"You are a sweetheart. Oh and there is a goblin. Rue had her come in all covered up, it was supposed to be a big secret, we all got to find out she was here when Ariel found her canoodling with Alfred."

Carlo forced himself to eat some beets, "I heard the scream down here. Well now he knows how it feels."

"I don't know - I think they really like each other. And his mother clings to him like he might float away. A couple of times the girl tried to go near Alfred and Ariel just stares at her."

Carlo shrugged, "She's his mother she doesn't want anyone going near him."

Then the sound of Rue squealing in delight carried all the way down to the dungeon.

Marianne smiled, "Apparently at least one was good."

***

The All the adults - the four allied barons - Ariel, Monique, Peters and Ula - Captain Blake, Diogenes, Nanny, Master Wexlan and of course Rue's mother and father all had their eyes on Rue as she opened her presents.

Gwen refilled the wine glasses.

All the girls too.

Barbara brushed her long dark hair behind her shoulders, adjusted her dress slightly. She tried to pretend to be interested - but some of these present were - well *lame* - the dwarfs had given her stone-cutting tools.

The people of Faust gave her a dagger (no doubt the Faust teach their children assassination very early), a gift Rue's father snatched away, " I will give this back to you when you are grown - if you want."

"Daddy I wasn't going to stab anyone!"

A bald man covered in tattoos and a long black robe (what was it with wizards and black robes - can't they wear trousers like normal men?) - the one she was told was one of Rue's teachers a,Wizard named Wexlan.

Rue pulled out a small book.

The tattooed man spoke in a rough leathery voice, "I assure you my queen all the spells in that book are free of implosions, explosion and foul odors."

The people of Gremeir had sent her some kind of clockwork contraption which Rue spent several minutes examining before gently putting it aside saying she would reexamine it later.

And the gifts came - from far off lands, the weird, the wonderful and the outright ineffable.

Rue received each gift graciously, as a princess should..

But it was when the last gift came the gift from her mother and father. Rue opened the box - her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She squealed and bounced in her seat.

* For love of Goddess show us *

She held it aloft - a slinky pink version of her mother's dress. - there was no plunging neckline (nothing to show, just yet), and the dress came with a matching pair of underpants that definitely did not seem appropriate for an eleven year old.

Still Rue was no ordinary little girl, so why should she have ordinary little girl clothes?

Rue asked if she could be briefly excused - she wished to don the clothes immediately.

The adults set to drinking, and talking and laughing.

There was one more present - set in the corner, a small package wrapped in plain white cloth.. Very humble looking.

Barbara wondered if it was polite to call attention to it. But decided against it. The gift giver was probably a hundred miles away - he wouldn't even know.. Rue returned a short time later the slit up the side of her dress showing off her legs nicely. She strode confidently.

Blossom sat next to Melissa at the table, "Her legs are almost as pretty as yours."

Melissa smirked, "Almost? Look at the Queen - she's gonna to be a dark haired version of that when she's an adult."

"She takes after her father - maybe she'll go bald."

Melissa snickered, "That's not nice."

"What does your mother look like?"

"She's stocky, rough."

"Older sisters?"

Melissa withdrew. The silence told Blossom what she needed to know.

"Was she pretty?"

"Yes - and she kept getting into trouble. She told me that mister Diogenes would grind me into sausage. But on the last day she got real nice - it's like she knew."

"I never had a sister - I mean not a real one. Or a mother."

"But you are close to some people right?"

"Yes, there is a novice who is in charge of my roommate and I. And I guess the prioress is like a mother. Melissa?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight - I never slept alone before."

"I never slept with only one other person before. So alright."

Their was a big commotion as dessert was brought out - in a bronze container shaped like a dragon. The cook lit the tail and flame came out the mouth - cherries jubilee (Melissa had to have Barbara explain to her what it was).

The princess was quite pleased.

***

There was dancing after dessert, but Melissa was exhausted. She'd had a busy, eventful day.

A pretty maid with short, dark hair named Colette (there was almost nothing to her black and white outfit - was this by choice, or was she required to dress that way?) was about to show Melissa to the guest room when Melissa spied her gift on the floor.

The quilt had been folded neatly and placed inside a wooden box, Sister Margaret had written " From the People of Lan Melgore and surrounding communities."

Melissa picked it up.

Colette raised an eyebrow, "Was that supposed to be for the Princess? We can give it to her right now."

"No - it's - it's alright. I wasn't supposed to bring a present anyway."

"Well if you give it to me - I will make sure it has a nice home."

"Alright - it's just so stupid compared to what the princess got."

Colette put the package under her arm, and the two of them walked together.

"Ma'am, where do you sleep? I mean the maids?"

"The servant's quarters are downstairs - they're small but they're cozy."

"Do you got to share a bed?"

Colette winked, "Only when I am lucky."

"A boyfriend?"

"I am kind of between boyfriends." they went down a long corridor, then turned, parts of the palace seemed like a maze. "What about you?"

"I'm twelve."

"You're never too young or too old to have someone special in your life."

Melissa looked down at the floor, "Kind of, she - I mean it's not *that* way."

"It's alright if it's a she, even if it's *that* way."

"Not with Margaret - she's the local priestess. Besides she is gonna to marry my cousin."

They came to a door, Colette opened it.

Melissa walked in, "Wow - this room is mine?"

"For tonight."

"Blossom and I are gonna share this room - if that's alright.."

"Just don't spend all night giggling under the covers. Do you need anything else sweetheart?"

"No - thanks."

"Melissa - tell her, it's worth it."

"Tell Who?"

."Tell all of them."

Melissa turned down the lamp and climbed into a warm bed of clean sheets, no farting fathers or snoring grandmothers. It smelled nice in here ant it was clean.

Melissa lay there and tried to sleep - though she was exhausted sleep eluded her.

It wasn't that the palace was that loud - the music from the dining hall was slow and rhythmic - the kind that should lull one to sleep. And the barking dog from down the street was no louder than the bleating of goats in her own village.

It wasn't too loud - just the sounds were all *wrong*.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in."

Blossom walked in, Melissa got up and turned up the lamp.

"I guess you and I are the only ones that have regular bed times." Melissa opened the other side of the bed and Blossom hopped in.

Blossom noticed Melissa was still wearing her nice green dress.

"Are you going to wear that to bed? Your nice dress? It'll get all wrinkled."

"Well I left my everyday dress in the carriage."

"Well, if you took it off it wouldn't bother me - I mean I will take mine off if that makes you more comfortable."

Blossom could have kicked herself, *Oh way to be subtle! You are a page of the goddess of love and that's what you came up with?*

Melissa unbuttoned the buttons on the back of her dress and slide it off. Her fair skinned body was showing the barest hints of development - but still more than what Blossom had.

The farm girl then folded the dress neatly on the night stand, Blossom did the same and the crawled into bed.

***

One of the men in the band had loaned Leah a lute - and though she hit a sour note from time to time, the girl showed promise.

She and the lead minstrel were singing a song allegedly about two peasant women fighting for ownership of a gigantic rooster.

Heppi had tried to approach Alfred to dance, only to be warned off by an angry stare of the noble boy's mother.

Peters leaned in, a grossly obese man with a well trimmed dark beard, " For the love of Goddess Ariel - let the children have fun."

"With *that*?"

"It could be a sheep. At least a goblin can hold up their end of a conversation."

Ariel sighed, then looked her son in the eye, "You stay where I can see you and we will talk before you go to bed - understand?"

Alfred nodded, "Yes mother." then joined Heppi on the floor.

***

Morgan's smiling face was the first thing Helmut saw when he awoke. The man had never looked to old to Morgan before.

"Grandpa I brought soup - Dr. Forest said you're not good enough to eat solid food yet."

Morgan's grandfather grumbled, "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I couldn't protect you."

Morgan fed her grandfather some soup, "It wasn't your fault there were a lot of bad guys."

"You know, I remember when the queen was your age. I remember her running through the hallways with your mother. " Morgan's grandfather stared out into space, living in a time long before Morgan was born. " The Queen is a good woman - she and I just have a disagreement. I don't want you hating her or anyone because of me."

Morgan didn't understand but she nodded anyway. And fed the old man some more soup.

***

Colette curtsied before the assembled royal family. She held a wooden box in her hand, "There is one last present - forgotten by accident and the girl was too shy to bring it to you."

Rue looked at the package then carefully opened it Pulling out a quilt with red patches covering one third of it. The patches name the queens of Thol - all three Pasha's, the two Thea's, Zoe the Mad, Aytha, Maud, Mavere and one patch left off sitting in the bottom of the box - the one with Rue's name on it.

"Hey there is a space between Thea the first and Thea the Third. Wasn't there a Thea the Second?"

Mavere sipped some wine, "That is because Thea the Second died before she was coronated."

Prince Edward slicked back thinning salt and pepper hair, "But dear wife - she did die after her mother so, for however brief a time she *was* queen."

Brushing back golden hued red hair Queen Mavere stared her husband squarely in the eyes, " I beg to differ dear husband, since the coronation is when the prospective queen is accepted by the Witan."

"It's an empty ritual." then Edward sighed, "Well it *was*."

"Zoe the Mad was removed - my grandmother was her little sister."

There was a silence - Leah was singing a song (allegedly) about several village women fighting over a ownership of a prize rooster.

From the way Helmut was flushing - Rue figured there was more to it than that.

Nanny leaned in, "You should thank the farm girl."

"I'll see if she is still awake - if not I will see her tomorrow."

***

Melissa and Blossom had spent several minutes kissing and stroking, but had not gone much further than that. Melissa was nervous as hell, neither one had much if any experience. Sure there was that time in the bathtub just this afternoon, but she was mostly following Morgan's lead.

If they had more time together they could take it slow. Explore, let things happen naturally.

Each wanted the other to take control.

There was a knock at the door, Melissa sighed, "Yes?"

It was Rue's voice that came through the door, "The light was up. Am I interrupting anything?"

Melissa wasn't sure of the etiquette for this situation.

It was Blossom who spoke, "Come in Princess."

Princess Rue was gorgeous in her new dress. Sexier than a girl her age should be.

"Oh - wow! I *am* interrupting. Melissa, you are as bad as me!" Rue smiled mischievously.

Melissa looked down a bit embarrassed, "Really I'm a good girl. I mean I *was* till I came here."

Rue was about to back out when Blossom stopped her, "Princess could you - help us?"

"Help you?"

Melissa sighed, "We kiss and hugged and kissed some more -"

"Kissing and hugging are good."

Blossom bit her lip slightly, "But we have a little problem getting past that. So I was thinking maybe."

Rue hopped up at the foot of the bed She looked over the girls - Melissa a pretty face framed in long brown hair. The barest hint of developing breasts. She was twisting her hair around her finger.

Blossom's plain face but full trusting eyes. Flat as a boy.

"Alright - Blossom, I want you to try sucking on Melissa's nipple."

Blossom bit her lip, "Does it matter which one?"

Rue shook her head, and Blossom suckled on Melissa's left nipple.

The farm girl's reaction was immediate, and Rue continued her instructions, "Now with your fingers pinch the other nipple."

Melissa gasped, "What do I do?"

Rue smiled, "Nothing yet - but your turn will come," her missy was getting itchy she could already smell a slightly fruity scent coming from it.

Melissa cooed and sighed, her hands reached out instinctively for her partner, caressing light bare skin, kissing Blossom's neck and shoulders. "I'm gonna switch places alright?"

Rue nodded, she squeezed her thighs together As Melissa started to suckle on Blossom's nipple.

"Now have either of you masturbated before?"

Melissa looked over to Rue, "Huh?"

Blossom smiled, "Have you ever touched your missy to make it feel good?"

"Oh yeah." Melissa blushed, she'd never admitted it out loud before.

Blossom kissed Melissa's lips, "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Rue smiled, "Good - now try doing that to each other."

Hands reach down below where Rue (unfortunately) could not see. It took each of them a minute or so to figure out the difference between touching themselves and their partner.

They looked deeply into each others eyes, sighing, breathing loudly as fingers massaged each other's sensitive parts.

Rue couldn't stand it much longer, she pulled aside the front part of her dress and stuffed her hand down inside her pink silk panties, wet slippery noises and fruit smells filled the room.

Melissa and Blossom pinched each other's nipples with their free hand and kissed passionately. Moans muffled by joined lips.

Rue watched as the young girls pleasured each other, the princess raced to catch up with them.

Lips parted in a wet smacking sound and an erotic gasping for air.

Rue arched her back and let out a moan on her own as the peasant and the page fell to the bed.

All three of them grinned, Blossom sighed and cuddled up to Melissa, "It's so much nicer with another person. I wish we could do that all night."

Rue pulled out her wet hand and offered a finger to each of the girls "You can - if you want."

***

Rue was, to her mother's surprise no in her room come the morning.

Mavere was surprised to find her daughter in bed with the page priestess and the farm girl (well not *that* surprised - it was Rue), she had technically broken her promise - but the other girls didn't exactly seem traumatized.

The queen gently woke Rue, trying not to wake her companions, "Sweetheart - we need to talk."

Gathering her clothes Rue and Mavere made their was back to Rue's room (which was closer than her mother's room) and they sat together on the bed.

There was a long heavy silence. "Rue, I wanted you to marry the one you loved, you would be the first queen not to be a victim of politics. But when you are queen sometimes you have to deal with things bigger than ourselves."

Mavere breathed deeply, "I don't know what Talos will do if he gets the throne, he was a good man once - he was my best friend. But he's changed, he's keeping secrets." Mavere took hold of Rue's hand and squeezed tightly, "Something bad is coming - and I need to be on the throne when it comes. I can't have my country divided. And for that I need Ariel D'Tilmerand's support - and she will only give me that if I promise you to Alfred."

"I have to marry Alfred?"

"Not until you are an adult But yes."

"He might be in love with someone else."

Mavere's smile was weak, "I heard. Maybe you and Alfred can have an understanding - the way your father and I do."

"Mother - will you tell me what it is?"

"I don't want you to be afraid - I want you to still believe that I can keep you safe. " A tear ran down Mavere's cheek, "*I* have to believe I can keep you safe. But I might ask you to do some strange things - I need you to trust me."

***

Breakfast was a much less spectacular affair than dinner - then at last it was time for all to go home.

Melissa and Blossom spent breakfast in a secluded corner kissing. When it was time to leave Mr. Diogenes agreed to take them together - the convent was not too out of the way, a few last moments of friendship before they would part ways - probably forever.

Leah Bowed, " Princess - I know you are busy - 'Princessing' most of the time - but if you could drop hints to the staff my Da' and me are going to be at the Tin and Lint till the end of the month."

"I think that's possible."

Leah bowed deeply and left for her ride.

Barbara brushed back long hair, " I doubt we could duplicate last night - but should you come to our estate, I am sure my mother could make you something, presentable."

"I will consider it."

Barbara curtsied formally and departed..

***

Starshine wasn't supposed to return to the palace for another week. She couldn't remember why, but she could pre-member the scolding she would get if she was caught. Whatever it was it made Rue really mad.

She caught Alfred talking to a goblin. How odd! Rue invited a goblin to her party! Or did she just sneak in? Hmm a goblin party crasher - that would be interesting.

"Hepfred of the stronger than Angry Mothers." Heppi took hold of Alfred's hands in her own.

Alfred pulled them away, "Yes well - that was last night - actually, I don't know what came over me, but there is no 'Hepfred' or 'Boyfriend to Heppi' or whatever cutesy nickname you come up with.

I must have taken leave of my senses - but I have recovered."

Starshine snickered - Alfred and a goblin? A goblin named Heppi apparently. And she liked him - well there was no accounting for taste.

Heppi's ears shook, " Heppi of the make Alfred Happy."

"Sheep and cattle make my father happy - but at least they can take a hint when he's done with them. Whatever happened last night, it's over."

Heppi's ears folded, she whined like a beaten dog.

Alfred rolled his eyes, "Don't make a scene - have some sort of dignity. Just go quietly."

Heppi hung her head, Corporal Reese escorted her to a waiting carriage.

Rue approached, "You know you could have let her down easily. You could have been nicer."

Alfred shrugged, "I could have been. But I had to make it clear there can be no congress between us and them."

Rue heaved a heavy sigh, "Did your mother tell you?"

"Last night Before I went to bed. So we are to be married?"

Starshine was shocked - they were going to get *married* why? Know who would make a much better couple? Alfred and that goblin. Yes she seemed to like him, what if she could arrange for him to like her back. Yes.

She paid very close attention - concentrated hard so she would premember. Maybe she could fix this.

Rue folded her hands in front of her, "I don't have to like it."

Gwen walked by with a tray Alfred inquired as to who it was for, "Baron this is for Carlo - it's his last prison meal."

"For a laundry boy he gets treated very well. Here - let me take it. I would like to show him there are no hard feelings."

"If you wish baron. I will attend to other duties." she handed the tray to Alfred, curtsied, and left.

***

The door burst open and Carlo heard footsteps - he hoped he was getting sprung - he probably had a lot of work to catch up on.

It was Alfred, and he looked smug, "You missed a great party - but you weren't invited anyway."

Alfred slid the meal under the door, it was leftovers from last night - might as well eat them before they go bad.

Alfred smiled like the cat with the cliche canary, "There is lots of news - oh yes - I had sex, *before* you."

"With a goblin - Marianne told me." Carlo bit into a piece of pork, "Not that I'm judging."

"Oh - bigger news, Rue and I are getting married."

Carlo just shrugged, he accepted this was how royals did it - arranged marriages were the norm.

Alfred's brow furrowed, "I thought you'd be more upset - I thought you loved her."

"I do - I'm her friend."

"You think you will be her friend when she is queen?"

Carlo shrugged, and drank from a glass of water.

Alfred sat down on the floor, "Would you like to hear a story laundry boy?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Once a long time ago there was a prince named Hal- he was like Rue, looking to be friends with the great unwashed. Everyone loved Hal. Then one day Hal's father died and he became king.

Soon all the peasants and commoners, and filthy people he slummed about with tried to get into the palace to wish him well - but they found the gates locked. They became angry and demanded to see their buddy Hal.

Their king came to the gate and looked them all in the eyes and said 'I do not know you' - do you know why he said that?"

"Hal was an asshole?"

Alfred punched the bars of Carlo's cell so hard the metal rang, "No you ignorant servant! He was their ruler - they were the ruled.

"If they thought Hal was their equal then they would think anyone could be a ruler - and when everyone thinks he can be a ruler their will be anarchy. So we must - *must* make sure that every member of society knows their place."

"Rue isn't like that."

"No - not now, but she will be. And when I am the most powerful man in the kingdom you will still be down here, ironing my pants."

Alfred got up and marched away, slamming the door behind him.