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Chapter 3

Sapphire followed the two outside of the chambers toward the kitchen with just enough time to summon a few more maids to clean up. As the personal handmaiden, she would take care of the tea set personally. Princess Jasmine would never say anything, but she valued what she brought with her, the relics of her old life.

The men of the castle were indeed very different from their home and Jasmine was still surprised at their unabashed display of arousal. Perhaps it was easier for her to accept the nudity of women, they did not have a noticeable physical change, unless you looked closely, of course. Her eyes followed Robin as she strutted through the castle, as did the males.

The she-wolf was so self-assured and flowing with charisma, oozing with sexuality. It was no surprise that men were sprouting erections with her passing. The looks of open lust and need on their faces might even be directed at her, even through all of these layers. The two were walking very close together, but why would they look at her like that? Did she want them to do so? Admitting that would be a big step, but she squished that to the back of her mind. She was not ready yet.

"Robin?" she ventured, grasping for something to take her mind off of the heated glances. Again, she was thankful for the blessing of cover to keep her composure. "How do you maintain such a carefree attitude while nude? Don't you ever feel terribly exposed?"

As the jackal spoke, Robin finished making a mental map in her head. The kitchen was supposed to be around here somewhere, but she could have sworn that it was closer. Even now, the palace's size confounded her.

"Hm? Exposed?" The wolf put that thought back in the mill. She remembered at one point feeling exposed, but it was such a sexual thing at the time. That might have been why she jumped so happily and fully into the Jahaliyan life. She had always been a deviant and this place allowed her to sate the energies she had to hold back before.

"I find the nakedness refreshing. You can't hide a lot this way and because of that, the culture is built on openness and honesty. On a more raunchy stance though, you absolutely can't tell me that you don't appreciate the male form."

Jasmine studied the naked males around her, really forced herself to look at one. He was a wolf, like Ryoga, but shorter and had golden fur. The play of muscles under his skin and the ready hardness did make her lick her lips nervously, but it was--a nice feeling.

"I do appreciate the male form."

"There we go!" Robin patted her shoulder, reassuringly. "Baby steps, right?"

"Right, I still feel like I'd be uncomfortable with the nudity, though." Jasmine bit her lip. People would be able to see everything, she admitted to herself.

"Jasmine..." Robin stopped and turned to her, a thought occurring. "You're uncomfortable with sex and pleasure, but it's not just that, is it?" Sapphire also paused a few steps behind them. The hallway was beginning to narrow and the decorations were becoming more practical. Only torches lit the length of space between them and the kitchen. Delicious smells exuded and beckoned like old friends.

"No, I suppose not but please, we have something of a time limit before the preparations for dinner. We may speak on this more later." The jackal was happy for the excuse. Her companion's question set her mind to jumbling again.

The three entered the culinary area and Jasmine gaped at the expansiveness. With a full staff of about one hundred and sixty people, the kitchen crew worked generally with a third of that on call. Everyone worked before feast days and the large place could certainly cater to those.

Rows upon rows of shiny clean stoves and ovens radiated heat as the busy paws of cooks and assistants scurried to and fro. Laughter could be heard over the sweat and din. In Jahaliya, people were free to follow their passions and it showed with the glowing smiles. Everyone was adorned in a smock the closer they worked with the food. All of the cooks wore the cream-colored toga and the ranks were marked with stripes on the hems. The Chef and master of the kitchen wore a red stripe and his sous chefs all had blue. One of the sous chefs were the ones that recognized the royal presence in their kitchen. The sheep hurried over to them and bowed, her fleecy head almost scraping the floor.

"Your Highness! If we knew that you were going to visit, we would have prepared a special treat for you! It is always a pleasure!" She gazed back up at them, pleasure tinged with apprehension fluttered on her features.

Before Jasmine could say anything, Robin stepped forward to reassure that sheep, waving her paws in the air. "Oh, no. This was a spur of the moment thing anyway. Please, we just need a minute of the Chef's time and we'll clear out of here."

"Oh, we live to serve!" The sous chef said, hopping from one hoof to the other. "I'd be happy to grab the Chef for you!" Then, she half-ran, half-skipped to the other side of the kitchen.

"Oh dear, what have we wrought..." Jasmine mused to herself. The trio soon found themselves surrounded by a full royal greeting. The Chef himself, a large bull with an impressive set of horns, led the battalion of cooks in a semi-circle. They presented themselves smartly before the First and Second Wife.

"Your Highness and Your Ladyship, wonderful to have you in our midst. It's been a while since one of the Royal Family has been down to review."

"Like I said before..." Robin replied. "This was a surprise visit, not a review. Thank you for the warm welcome and I suppose this is good. I wanted to introduce you to the Princess Jasmine." She gestured formally to the concealed jackal.

The entire kitchen staff bowed and greeted her in unison. "Welcome, Your Highness!"

"Thank you all for the greeting." She was very impressed by the folk here and she was a little ashamed. How could she have ever thought that Jahaliya was full of scandal and savagery?

The clothing they wore made her feel more comfortable, even if it did bulge inappropriately in the right spots. "I would like this to be the start of a fruitful relationship." The words sounded stiff to her, but the staff seemed to enjoy it. Afterward, Bastion, the Chef, sent the others away so that dinner would not be late.

"Your Highness, if I may," The bull led them to an array of sugary confections. "I'd like to show you some of the foods we've prepared for special occasions." He winked at her.

Jasmine blushed under her hood. The large male was very close to her, by her standards, and his bulge was prodigious. She started to feel warmth rising through her and then, something clicked. She just let it happen. It was harder to focus on what Bastion was saying, but it was not a bad feeling.

The bull continued to show them the pastries and other delicacies his staff had baked. Lovely iced cakes and glistening pies crowded the shelves. Tarts, custards, and flans stood like an army on towering trays and carts, ready to be pushed out at a moment's notice.

"...and I do so love making these for the nobles." He gestured to the pies. "This is one of my best creations. We use enchanted sugar that's easy to wash out and won't cause any discomforts." His eyes were alight. Jasmine could see the joy he takes in his job and the happiness it brought him when others shared in it.

"All of your creations are indescribable. I'm at a loss." Jasmine thought back to her own country and how this would be deemed frivolous. So many unhappy people resided there based on their restrictions. She looked out over the vast sea of food prepared.

"Chef Bastion, what do you do with all of the leftovers?"

The bull was giving a quick set of changes to dinner to one of the sous chefs but quickly turned his attention back to the princess. "The leftovers?"

"Yes, you must have quite a lot of food going to waste if no one partakes in the...ah...occasions." She did not want to say orgy.

"Not to worry, Your Highness, we have a special food delivery out of one of the trade gates in the Palace. You're right, a lot of food doesn't get eaten and we certainly don't want to let it rot. There are always plenty of people at the gate, though. Sometimes things get out of paw and food gets wasted. It's a shame but I'm not the best at handling a ravenous group of people unless they're sitting down and waiting patiently for my fares."

This is the opportunity Jasmine was hoping for, a chance to make a difference and get her paws dirty, so to speak. "I may be of assistance with that. Would you be so kind as to include me in the preparations of passing out the food? I'm sure that I can organize something to benefit everyone."

"I'd be delighted, Your Highness!" Bastion agreed. However, he was interrupted by another sous chef coming to ask advice.

"We've taken up too much of your time already, Master Chef. We can take our leave now and let your staff get back to work."

"Oh wait, please." The bull pointed at a sheet of paper on the counter. "I do have a question. I'd like to ask you about the recipe for your wedding. I assume Your Highnesses Prince Ryoga and yourself will be having a ceremony here as well?"

The jackal had not thought about that. A closer ceremony would make it easier to swallow that she was truly married and it would be here in Jahaliya.

"I haven't had the time to consider that." She mused.

"Oh please, you must!" Bastion's eyes were on fire again. "If only for the food I could make for you! And ...ah, here it is."

A raccoon brought forward a tray of plates with tiny cuts of food on each one. "I've readied a sample tray for your enjoyment."

"I was feeling a bit hungry." Robin eyed the snacks. "Nothing's going to jump out of them, right?"

Bastion laughed. "No, Your Ladyship. But speaking of...how did you enjoy your adventure in the kitchen?" His eyes slid appreciatively down her frame. Robin leaned against the counter, the pose presenting her chest nicely.

"Oh, it could have been better, I think." She teased, a good-natured glint in her smile.

"Oh...how so?" The bull closed the gap between the two and moved the slip of paper on the counter closer to them. Robin was almost pressed against him now, the line of his thigh was a hair's breadth between them. He smelled of sugar and that beautiful musk males get when aroused. His toga began to rise with the proximity.

"Could you enlighten me on how I can make the recipe more to your liking, Your Ladyship?" he whispered into her ear. She "accidentally" ran his stiffened length up her hip as she turned and bent over the counter.

"Well for one, I prefer chocolate cake even though the traditional white recipe you have is delicious." She pointed at the list of ingredients on the page. "You could add two tablespoon of cocoa here."

To see what she was pointing to, Bastion had to lean over her. He figured it was in her plan. So, with a practiced ease, the bull braced himself on the counter, towering over the wolf with his heavy bulge resting in the small of her back.

"Oh, I see what you mean. I would add three tablespoons, though, if I were a chocolate lover." He breathed the words into her ear and she shivered with the deep vibrations. His cock was distractingly throbbing on her back and he slowly worked it through the folds of the fabric that separated them.

She murred, a low sound. "And I am a chocolate lover, especially with your white icing. Maybe, next time you could milk some of the cum out of that sweet cock of yours to mix in it." Licking her lips, she cocked her head to look up at the large male. Bastion liked that look, a lot.

"That would make it salty, you know." He teased her ear with his tongue and ran a paw down her thigh, grasping up at her bare lips. The soft flesh parted under his questing touch and Robin's eyes fluttered in response.

"I like salty..."

Jasmine stood stock still as the situation gained momentum. It was arousing her to watch the two of them carrying on like that, but she was so embarrassed at the proximity. The two of them seemed absorbed into each other, so she quietly sidestepped away. Sapphire stayed, however, and apparently, the kitchen staff were as well. A lot of production had stopped to gape at the two of them, but remembered themselves. Eyes were diverted to their work but the two were kept in the periphery.

Bastion grabbed Robin roughly and hoisted her up onto the wide countertop. The smooth wood was soft as her fur collided with it. She gasped at the impact, but it did not hurt.

There were pies on the counter, however, and they were not so lucky. The creamy fillings and sticky fruits were splattered in an explosion centered on the beautiful she-wolf and she laid amidst the destruction like a goddess of pleasure, flecked with the leavings of a feast.

"Goddess, but you're gorgeous." Bastion moaned and swiped a finger through a piece of pie, bringing to her lips. She suckled on the tip and spread her legs wide, caressing her thighs with an invitation in her posture. It was accepted.

The bull shirked out of the toga. Its design was made for such acts and out flopped his rather large erection. It slapped down on Robin's pink opening with a wet slap and she cried out.

"Tell me more about what you want me to cook for you..." Bastion threatened, gripping his girth and rubbing the pre-cum coated tip against her labia. Robin was sent wild with the sensations and writhed, further making a mess of the counter.

"Oh...you could add a drizzle of chocolate over strawberries and top the cake with it."

"More." He thrust the tip into her, maddening with its gentleness.

"You could whip up some cream filling for the insides to keep the cake moist!"

"More!" He demanded and hunched over her, teasing the very close inside of her pussy with the head of his cock. He held her down at the arm.

"Ah! Just fuck me already!" She screamed, grabbing a pie and dashing it across his barrel chest.

With the tasty remains of the dessert running down his chest, Bastion grinned and slammed the rest of himself deep inside of her. The she-wolf gasped with the force of it and almost came then.

"How about a nice sprinkle of sugar on the top?" He grabbed a nearby dispenser and shook out a powdery snow over her breast. The fur turned white with the layer. He leaned over and took one of her sweetened nipples into his mouth and sucked the addition off of it. Robin's thighs squeezed his waist at the attention.

"I'll just let you do your magic, Master Chef. It's so gratifying seeing an artist enjoy his work."

Bastion let out a deep, masculine laugh and scooped her off of the counter, hefting her onto his powerful thighs. Again, the lupine was shocked by the roughness but it was exciting. She found herself flipped around in his lap without even removing his length, the biceps used to carrying large trays moved the female wolf with ease. Twisting around on his veiny pole was a new sensation and she squirmed in his lap in ecstasy.

Robin loved this position. She could see everyone admiring her body as he thrust inside of her. The remains of the desserts were strewn about on the counter except for a wolf-shaped clean section. She laughed. "Looks like our work is taking up the food items just fine." Huffing, the she-wolf arched her back into the pistoning and moaned.

"Attention, sous chefs and learn! This is how you please the royals, properly." His voice carried and his underlings all nodded and took notes, barely concealing smiles under their professionalism.

"Always give them what they want and more, that's what it's all about. First and foremost though," he leaned her forward, grasping her arms behind her back and letting her weight carry her downward. Robin found herself completely in his mercy now, if he let go, she'd fall.

"...love what you do!"

With that, he began to really rutt her. On every thrust, he bottomed out inside of her, balls slapping against her body. He took her around the kitchen, showing off the lesson to the others. Her breasts bounced with each movement, step and thrust included, and it was an incredible change. As they moved, he took her through the different parts of the kitchen with new smells and steam wafting through the air.

"Ngggh! Show me how much you enjoy your work! Fuck me harder!"

Complying with the order, Bastion moved her to a nearby tray and bent her over it, lowering her back down to the floor. She braced her footpaws against the stone-worked ground and fluffed her tail back, exposing herself to him. The bull continued, working her wet, soft pussy with wide, swirling strokes.

"If you like this," he moaned, clasping her close to him. "You should be here for orgy baking."

"I definitely want to experience that! You're amazing, Master Chef. Your food works are delicious and you know exactly what to do to please me. Goddess, you fuck so well!"

With the compliments, the bull hilted himself into her and grunted, climaxing. The sudden stop in movement and the gushing inside of her brought Robin as well and she screamed her ecstasy, splaying out under him.

The two slowed and then came to a rest as the glowing fulfillment took their minds.

"The best recipes are improvised." Bastion whispered into her ear before pulling out of her. An extra smock was under the counter and he donned the cloth for sanitary reasons. "Thank you, by the way, I haven't had a chance to worship the Goddess so fully until you came by. Please say you'll visit my kitchens again."

Robin knew she would be sore tomorrow. It was the good kind of sore, of course, and she looked forward to it.

"No problem, Bastion. I'll come down for a snack and we can discuss more recipes in the future." Realization struck her and she stood up, her weak legs wobbling. She grasped at the counter for balance. "Jasmine! Oh no, I left her at the front!"

The she-wolf regained the use of her legs soon enough and she strode back to the front of the kitchen. Cooks and their assistants admired her disheveled and sugar-coated fur as she passed by them. The First Wife was at the front where she left her. It looked like she had not moved an inch, but Sapphire brought her samples from the tray to taste with a blissful grin.

"Jasmine!" Robin hurried over, past the remains of the pies. Already, her insides were tightening in remembrance, even though the soreness had not left her muscles.

"Have you been okay over here? The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, especially since this has been a great time!" She cursed inwardly at Jasmine's veil that concealed everything but those perpetually guarded eyes.

"Yes, don't fret. Everything has been wonderful." The jackal glanced over as Robin joined up with her again. She wanted to tell her how much she enjoyed the show, and Bastion, but it would be letting too much out at once.

"I...didn't feel uncomfortable with what happened earlier," Jasmine simply confessed.

Sighing, the wolf rested a paw on a nearby counter and ran her claws through her thick, beautiful locks. This further dirtied her hair as the paws were coated with the leavings of desserts.

"Good, I was going to offer myself up as a sacrifice or something to make you feel better." Robin grinned. "Although not as a virgin, obviously."

That brought a laugh from the princess. "What ever do you mean by 'sacrifice?' Should I be a fearsome demon in that kind of affair?"

"What? No! I just mean I could be punished or something." Robin' eyes lingered on the ruins of the desserts she made earlier. "For being naughty." Still in the afterglow, the she-wolf ran a paw down the side of her body. Jasmine's eyes followed.

"A punishment? I'm guessing it would be the Jahaliyan kind too."

Robin picked up one of the pies that were left and waved it before the princess. "What do you say? Wanna teach me a lesson?" She winked playfully at the other female.

Jasmine blinked. Did she? Her paw moved forward to grab the pie as she debated it in her head. Suddenly, Robin thrust the dessert up into the jackal's face, the mixture soiling her veil. She laughed as Jasmine stood stock still for a long moment then, hesitation drew in.

The princess had to remove the gossamer covering to see, discarding it to the floor. Sapphire moved to gather it but she held out a paw.

"Leave it."

She walked forward and Robin gulped, forming responses in her head as those jeweled eyes lanced her. Jasmine did not stop until she was within kissing, or fighting, distance.

"Jasmine...I--"

She was cut off with a pie to the chest. The she-wolf let out a loud gasp as a smile spread across her muzzle. Grabbing another pie, she prepared to smash it over more of the princess' clothing but Jasmine had dodged out of the way, giggling like a school girl. This left Sapphire in the line of fire. Cream soon oozed down the handmaiden's unamused face.

The nearby cook, a heavyset mouse, chuckled to which she sent a pie in response. That side of the kitchen dissolved into a mess of thrown pies and laughter.

"What are you all doing?!" Bastion shouted. The bull had appeared in their midst like a parent finding naughty children. The cooks had the wherewithal to look abashed.

"Quick, run!" Cinching an arm around the princess' waist, Robin ran her out through the side door. The two sprinted down the hallway, giggling and shouting at each other until the returned to Jasmine's chambers. Robin closed and locked the door behind her as the two recovered from their jaunt.

"I haven't had that much fun in ages!" Jasmine panted, almost fully hunched over. Robin wanted to remark on this but she stared at a new sight. More of the jackal's hijab had fallen away, revealing a fresh, exotic beauty. Her eyes had heavy lashes and the curve of her jaw was so delicate. Robin was not the type to go for females, but Jasmine seemed to be a different story.

"Bastion will never let us in to the kitchen again, now! Especially if dinner is late tonight..." The princess stood back up and looked down at the mess covering her expensive clothing. "And this will take weeks to wash out."

"Don't worry so much about everything! Your clothes will be fine and Bastion will always welcome us. Did you see how he paraded me around? Trust me, he will never refuse a second helping!" The she-wolf shrugged out of the harness and left it on a divan.

"If you say so," The princess snickered again and began removing the first layer of her robes. A spark of recognition passed and she realized her clothing was coming off. Robin noticed her stiffen back up.

Pointing to the door, "Should I leave? I'm going to get a bath anyway."

"No!" Jasmine exclaimed. "I mean...if you'd like. I have a tub here." Her pulse rose into her throat. Was she really asking another person to stay as she undressed? Sapphire usually helped her put on the final layers and drew her bath. Robin and Ryoga had seen her naked before, but this was different.

"Are you sure?" Robin could not believe this. This must be a dream and if so, she was going to enjoy it. "Do you need some help with your robes?"

Heart fluttering, Jasmine hooked her thumbs around the hem of her shroud next to the collarbone and inched them down. Her glistening coat was exposed from the sliding of fabric and she looked over her shoulder at the she-wolf, half-coy and half-apprehensive. Her thick lashes swept across her cheek.

The main layer of her garb fell to the floor, exposing the true shape of her body. Her curves were slim but ample enough to draw the eye. She had an artistic beauty to her, proportionate and pleasing.

Robin padded over to her and she froze like a deer sensing doom. Reaching out a paw, Robin caressed Jasmine's shoulder and smiled, reassuring.

"You're free, Jasmine. Look at yourself. Would you have ever thought that you could be standing here like this?"

Was she? Her body was almost entirely exposed to this female, only a thin shift that covered her torso. Sapphire had never seen her completely nude before and earlier, Ryoga had only seen her for a moment through the torn clothing. Robin would be the first.

"Would it be okay, Robin? Is this alright?" The princess moved to press herself against the other female, their breasts meeting. Robin was slightly taller but Jasmine filled the room to her.

"It's...up to you, Jasmine. I don't want to do anything that you don't. I want to help free you so that you're more comfortable here but--"

Jasmine kissed her, melding her body into Robin's. Her lips worked smoothly into the kiss and it deepened as she slid her arms around the she-wolf's waist. Robin blinked in surprise and broke the kiss, gently.

"Wha- what?!" She looked down at the jackal.

"I don't want to lose this feeling!" Jasmine still clung to her. "I've never felt this way before and I can't stand the thought of going back to the way I was." The princess felt like she was standing on a precipice, either way, she had to fall.

She just hoped Robin would catch her.

"Help me, Robin."

Robin had a moment and leapt. Taking her paw, she reached over between Jasmine's breasts and grabbed the last layer and ceremoniously tore it away from her.

Her nipples stood erect in the light, tiny and pink. She gasped and fought the urge to cover herself. She was free now. The two stood there for a moment and Robin took advantage of the lull to admire the princess' body.

"What do we do now?" Jasmine asked.

Robin grinned. "We move on to more fun things, but first..." She gestured to the bits of pie and powdered sugar flecks in her fur. "We need to get clean. We can, however, do both, if you're up for it?"

Jasmine hesitated but allowed Robin to lead her to the large royal bath adjoined nearby. The sparkling place was mostly marble and inlaid gold. Filigree of the Jahaliyan national symbol was embossed over the mirror and an exquisite bath was drawn and steaming.

Laughing, the wolf revelled in their nudity and beckoned Jasmine to the tub. The swan-style faucets continued to drip lovely smelling perfumes into the bubbles.

"I'll have to thank Sapphire later for her quick thinking." She winked and broke the surface with a footpaw. It was the perfect temperature.

The princess strode by her and slipped into the bath before Robin took the pleasure for herself. Rising from the surface and dripping, the water slimmed the fur down over her body, the bubbles clinging in odd places.

Warmth suffused her as Robin entered the bath, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the waterline rising up her body. When she opened them, Jasmine was very close. The jackal had a question poised on her lips.

"We're relatively clean now. Where were we before?" The wolf closed the distance between them and slid her arm around Jasmine's waist. She moved in for another kiss, joining their muzzles together. The jackal's lips were untrained but soft and tasted good. The two enjoyed exploring each other's mouths for some time before Robin grew impatient. Her arousal sent whispers and her fingers dove under the froth to the deep treasure.

Jasmine broke apart suddenly. "What are you doing?"

Hazed with sex, Robin shook her head. "I thought you wanted to take things further."

"I do...I just--" Jasmine bit her lip. "This is sinful, but it feels so wonderful. It has to be bad."

The wolf shushed her. "Close your eyes."

Moving the other canine across the tub, she hoisted her up above the water, setting her down easily on the edge. She spread her legs wide.

Robin looked up and enjoyed the look of nervousness on Jasmine's face. It was adorable. Well, here goes nothing. She thought.

She let her thick tongue loll out of her mouth and she drew the pink organ up into the princess' slick pussy. Jasmine's mouth fell open and she exhaled, heated. Robin took this as encouragement and continued to lap at her, grasping her thighs and holding them apart.

Jasmine felt so exposed, almost violated, and she loved it. It was so wrong and if anyone from her country saw her in this way, she would be stoned or worse.

She groaned and widened her legs more, arching her back into Robin's skillful maw. She could feel her arousal most at the sin being committed and no one would ever know. She almost laughed from the thought but the she-wolf thrust her tongue inside of her and hooked it, drawing it out slowly.

"How did you learn how to do this?" Jasmine gasped breathily.

Stopping, Robin glanced up and laughed that sultry chuckle. "I'm just talented, I guess. I've never had a chance to do something like this before. The males are just so...plentiful here that I've always had something else to do." She brushed some wet hair back behind an ear.

Jasmine squirmed, missing the sensation. "What is it like when a male does this with..." She blushed. "...other things?"

"Other things? You mean something a bit harder than a tongue?" She took a wet digit out of the water and pressed it into Jasmine's vagina. It slid right in, slickened from the water.

Robin could feel her lower body tighten as Jasmine gagged and thrashed from her attention. This was so hot. She was about to dig a little deeper, but the princess reached down and grabbed her wrist.

"Wait, wait!" She blushed and looked away. "I'm...um..."

"Oh, no! You're a virgin. How did I forget?!" Robin mentally berated herself and removed the finger. "I'm sorry. I get carried away. There's never been a barrier for me before so I didn't think."

"It's fine. I liked it." Jasmine was glowing. "If this is what it feels like, I can't wait for Ryoga to get back!" She could only imagine the feeling and it sent shivers up her spine.

Robin settled further into the bath and waited. She almost broke something without asking first.

"I can continue?"

"Yes!" Jasmine said without missing a beat.

"Oh...eager, are we? One little taste of sex and our blushing princess is at my beck and call?" She ran her tongue teasingly around Jasmine's labia, stopping at the clit. "You like this, don't you?"

The jackal woman squeezed her breasts, the movements new to her and nodded. Robin licked again, a quick flick. "What was that?"

"Yes! Yes! I love it!"

"And you want more...don't you?" The she-wolf tortured her without mercy. Her tongue lashing the sensitive organ with long strokes, leaving Jasmine breathless.

"Yes! I want so much more!"

"You want Ryoga now too, don't you? You want a male to take charge and show you different pleasures?" She locked her muzzle around the flesh, drawing it into her wet mouth and snaked her tongue around and around. Jasmine tried to agree again. She wanted so much more. If this was foreplay, what wonders lied in wait for her?

As the orgasm took her, she felt one sliver of fear left but it was drowned out by the rush of ecstasy. She covered her mouth with one paw to stifle the noise but it leaked out anyway. Robin drew back, dripping from between her thighs and grinned, resting her elbow on the princess' thigh.

"You've just agreed to a bunch of things, you know. Can't wait to see that in action. If you want me there, of course."

Still breathy, Jasmine took a few huge gulps of air to steady herself. "I would like you to do that again. Can Ryoga do that same thing too?"

Robin smiled. "I'm a novice compared to him." The water splashed around the two, waves echoing through the marbled chamber.

Jasmine sank into the water again and ran a finger along Robin's jawline. "Come to bed with me." She could not put in words to Robin the feeling that came with her request. It was an important step to sleep with someone else, even a female.

"We'd better dry off first." Robin stepped from the tub and looked around for the white fluffy towels the staff stocked near the mirror.

The two later held each other close under Jasmine's satin sheets. Robin's own bedding was comfortable but it didn't hold a candle to the luxury the princess had. She ran a paw through her companion's dry fur and admired her body in the moonlight through the large window.

"Robin...can we keep this a secret?" Jasmine whispered, drifting off to sleep.

The she-wolf cocked her head to the side. "Why would you want to do that? Are you ashamed of what we did?"

"No, of course not!" She opened her gem-like eyes again. "I just want Ryoga's reaction to be pristine when I acquiesce. If he knows that we've shared this time, it won't be the same, please?"

"I won't say anything, but you have to do something for me." Robin grinned devilishly.

"What's that?"

"After you take Ryoga into your bed and finally consummate the marriage, you have to ditch the old clothes." She put a finger on Jasmine's lips to stifle a protest. "You won't have to wear full Jahaliyan garb yet, but uncover yourself to mark this transition. You've earned it."

The princess had already made up her mind not to wear her ancestral robes anymore, but she didn't want to upset Robin with that. So, she nodded and closed her eyes again. Ryoga's body formed through the mist of her mind's eye and she squeezed her thighs together. Robin had lit a fire inside of her and she shivered in anticipation of her husband's return.