St. Anne's school of lust - Book 1 the Palace - part 2

Collette tapped on the door and then entered when summoned.

"I have brought your bedtime drink, your highness." She placed the warm drink beside the bed where the princess sat, reading. She was aware that the young girl was eyeing up her body, but she was too shy and inexperienced to know what to do.

"Would you like me to brush your hair for you? That can relax you for sleep." She said, giving her best gentle smile.

"Oh, I would like that." The innocent girl enthused after taking a large sip of her drink.

"Then come and stand by the mirror and watch me do it." The slim lingerie-wearing nun picked up a hairbrush and stood by the full-length mirror as the young princess padded from her bed to join her.

"Your hair is so beautiful, princess," Collette said as she ran the brush easily through the long, straight auburn hair.

"That feels nice, Collette." The princess sighed as the drugged drink slowly relaxed her.

"You look so beautiful with your hair down, princess, I bet Aurelia would say so too." Collette watched the girl slyly as she continued brushing, a flush coming to the young girl's face.

"Do you think she would say that?" asked the infatuated girl.

"When she told me to keep these as my new uniform, she said I wish the princess had a smaller costume that showed off her beauty."

The princess clutched a hand to her chest as she was overcome with emotion.

"Aurelia would like me to wear an outfit like yours?"

"Yes, I could make you one if you wanted? In beautiful colors that would make Aurelia stop and stare."

"Would you? I would like that very much." Her face went red with excitement. "Father would not let me wear."

"He would if you had only female guards, and they wore similar. He would admire their beauty and allow you."

"I should replace the male guards?" She said out loud, as if she had never considered it before.

"It is wrong that Aurelia is fighting when men are hiding here. If all the men went to war instead, Aurelia could stay here as your guard, she could train the most beautiful women to be your private guard."

"Yes, it is wrong that they hide while Aurelia risks her life." The princess was unaware that her nightly drink contained a drug with an aphrodisiac that made her agreeable to suggestions.

"I saw a girl barely eight years old fight in the great battle, It is wrong that boys and men idle away here when girls risk their lives."

"It is wrong, yes." Her eyes were starting to gaze vacantly ahead.

"All males over eight should be sent to war instead, and females protected to serve the princess in years to come."

"Yes, all males must go to fight; only females remain."

"I am sure if your father came to your room, we could convince him, Your Highness."

"Yes, I could convince him," she repeated, her hands hanging listlessly.

"Tomorrow I will make you an outfit that will capture Aurelia's heart, would you like that?"

"I would." She sighed heavily.

"Then kiss your reflection goodnight and into bed with you, your highness."

The princess leant forward without hesitating and kissed her reflection, staying in position as the reflection kissed back and slid a tongue into her mouth. Finally, she stopped and stepped back.

"Let me tuck you in, princess," Collette said as she led the drugged girl to her bed and untied her robe, pulling it down off her shoulders. The princess slid into bed, and the nun pulled the sheets back over her.

"Pleasant dreams, my princess." She ran a hand over the girl’s eyes, closing them, then slid her hand down into her panties and extracted a one-inch square of cloth covered in green gel. She spread it across the princess's forehead and watched as it absorbed quickly. Assured the girl was sleeping, the nun peeled the blankets back down.

The princess started to dream. She was in the mirror kissing herself when her reflection changed into Aurelia. She smiled as she slept, her lips moving as if she were kissing. In the mirror, the princess could be seen to be lying on the bed, Lilith beside her, holding her and kissing her.
Another sequence appeared in her memory, a dozen female guards all dressed in lingerie, walking towards her. Beautiful women smiled and waved as they marched, no men present, as the scantily dressed crowd cheered the princess. Her dreams ran through until the next morning, the mirror showing Lilith with her all night, gently kissing, caressing, and whispering.

The next morning, the King approached his daughter’s door, stopping when a nun in her underwear stepped out of the room. He was a tall, powerfully built man in his early fifties.
"Prey tell, why are you dressed like that?" He addressed her angrily, although taking his time in looking her up and down.
"The princess said she was introducing new outfits, Sire, it was her instructions, Your Majesty, I mean no offense."
"Hummph, I will see what has got into the girl, is she awake and dressed?"
"She is just waking your majesty, she did ask me to show you this to see if you liked it." She held out a green crystal.
"What is this nonsense?" he held out his hand and took the polished stone.
"She said there is an image of the missing crown of Jekath inside if you look carefully."
The king glanced at it disinterestedly but then brought it closer to study. "There is something, but it’s gone, what was that?" he continued to stare at it.
"I think if you look deep, Sire, you will find it again, You just have to look deep into the layers of the stone, each layer of green darker than the last, deeper until you are almost in total darkness, there you will find the crown. Keep going your very close now, the green is dark as night, as dark as sleep, deep restful sleep, relax your eyes let them find the crown in the deep dark greenness, restful, peaceful, greenness, where only my voice can reach, where you are safe and all your deepest secrets lay, here is another secret your daughter the princess wishes to be listened too, she is now a woman ready to claim the throne.”

The nun watched for any reaction, but the king was hypnotized. She had to act quickly in case they were disturbed.
“Freeing you to lead men into battle across the land. A king should send his men into battle even if it means their certain death, a king should be brave enough to march them into deserts and barren lands, and be brave enough to go on when others say to turn. A king should tell all men that they have to fight, regardless of age and ability, even if it means their certain death. The princess is strong enough to train an army of women to protect herself. A wise king listens to his princess. Count to ten and slowly wake, forgetting our meeting but remembering every secret that hides at your core. count now." The nun walked away, leaving the king motionless until he had counted and then woke, knocking on his daughter’s bedroom door.

"Hello, father." The princess said, turning her back to face the mirror as she continued to brush her hair.
The king frowned at the sight of her in such a short nightgown, but he accepted her decision; she was an adult now, and if she wanted the courtiers to dress like that, he would say nothing and enjoy the view.
"How are you this morning? I was coming to ask you something, but it's gone. I think it is time you stepped forward to rule, I need to lead my men into battle; the women can take their duties as you see fit."
"Oh, father, I had the same wish, will you take all men and boys from child upwards. It will save you from returning and create a larger force."
"You speak wise words, dear daughter, I will utter the proclamation this very day. You have suitable women to become your guards?"
"Aurelia will pick them and train them, I am quite safe, Father."

The king left the room, and the princess stared into the mirror as she brushed her hair.
Collette entered and joined her by the mirror.

“You look more beautiful with every stroke, your highness, brush as you study yourself.”

The princess stared at her reflection, soon it seemed the reflection was moving ahead of her actions, checking herself out in the mirror, turning side to side. Her figure became more developed, her nightwear shorter, tighter. As the girl became more lost in the hypnotic state, Collette reached out and took the brush and continued running it through her hair.

"It is time to kiss the mirror, your highness." She said to the bewitched girl, who pressed her lips against the glass. Once again, the lips kissed back, and a tongue slid into her mouth. Collette stood behind the princess and gently eased her forward, so now her body was pressed against the mirror. The glass seemed to become fluid, and breasts rubbed together, a leg slid between hers, and the kiss continued for several minutes until a quick flash of smoke, and the young girl was looking at her reflection again.

Collette left the girl standing slowly to return to consciousness. By the time the horny girl was recovered she was all alone.

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Aurelia sat in the marble bath enjoying the soapy bubbles and scents as she closed her eyes and relaxed, letting the heat sneak into her tightest places. All her aches and pains were slowly rising to the surface, and she felt relief as her energy started to rebuild.

"Hello, Aurelia, it is only Collette. I brought you fresh towels," The nun said as she walked into the room and placed the towels on a small table within reach of the bath. "I have laundered your clothes too." She added, dangling a pair of silk panties from her finger.

The warrior felt the heat turn into a flame as she watched the nun’s finger rub the material as she held it.

"Thank you, Collette, it is very kind of you, the princess asked you to wear similar, I see." The blonde told her assistant, who was only wearing a black bra and panties and a habit. The panties had been replaced with a black thong, the bra half cup threatening to spill the firm breasts that balanced within. The five-inch heels added a sense of depravity to the design, which appealed to Aurelia’s new mindset.

"The princess designed it herself. She said this should be my new uniform."
The corrupt nun knew neither girl would question these new rules, both happy and horny to enjoy the view.  "She did say how pretty you looked in your red set."

Aurelia found herself blushing that the girl she had a crush on was noticing her. She spread her legs a little under the water and ran the cloth between them.

"That was very kind of her to say." The horny blonde was fishing for more compliments and recognizing this the sly nun was happy to create some more.

“She told me she trusts you as she would her betrothed, she wants you to train an army of girls all dressed similar to yourself to protect her. She is now older but still afraid to say so much for scaring you away.”

“What does she wish to say?”

“Things it is not my place to say, love and lust and inexperience, I cannot say more.”

“The princess is inexperienced in love.”

“She is scared to make the first move but dreams of a strong warrior's arms holding her tight in bed at night.”

Collette noticed the arm of the bathing girl move faster and realized she was stroking her pussy to her words. “Alas, the princess is destined to be alone unless the recipient of her love is brave enough to take her in her arms.”

The nun smiled as she left the room, aware of the frantic movement under the water.

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Collette lay on the bed and placed the amulet between her breasts and closed her eyes. She brought her breathing to a regular rhythm and forced a dream of a dragon flying through the air.

Sathonis rested after his recent battles, his link between the real world and his resting state always in synchronization. He felt himself nestled between the young ladie's breasts but this was something that had happened with other girls he was to protect, so it did not cause any due alarm to the beast. The dragon was a simple minded beast, who lived only to fight for good and sleep, and was tired after it's recent battle.

The girl was dreaming of a dragon flying, himself it realized as it soared through the clouds with Aurelia on its back. The dreaming girl raised her hands to her breasts and kneaded them slowly, rubbing them together, accidentally rubbing them against him it seemed, as she dreamed. The dragon enjoyed the dream, the girl felt safe, it was a pleasant dream as clouds flew past him although strange sensations seemed to seep into his body.

Now the girl was dreaming of the blonde warrior astride the dragon, rubbing against its skin as she straddled the beast, pussy grinding into its tough flesh. Strange feelings from a far distant past seemed to creep into its memory.

The girl was dreaming of dragon's mating, rutting away deep in the caverns below civilization.

Sathonis felt a spark of lust, it had long since sacrificed such feelings and temptations when it submitted to be ruled. But the young girl's dreams of another world where the serpent was free from bondage was causing a reaction deep in its groin. In this dream landscape it was free to fuck and wallow in pleasure. The poor girl was sliding the amulet into her panties the dragon realized as juices flowed over it. It could not take a form without hurting the dreaming maiden, so it forced itself to stay cast as an amulet as her nimble fingers rubbed it against her cunt.

Her dreams were of Sathonis ruling a harem of dragons, each one rolling into submission as its huge cock dominated them.

The dragon felt lust flowing through its veins, it had forgotten these pleasures, the scent of pussy juice as it ran amongst his carved features, it could not stop its tongue from becoming real and licking the juice.

Collette felt the tongue slide along her pussy and smiled with an evil pleasure, keeping her eyes closed to maintain the illusion of sleep. She forced the scenario of Aurelia grinding against the beast, her juices running freely over its coarse skin. The beast shared the dream drinking down Collette's love juice.
The corrupt nun rubbed the amulet roughly into her soaking cunt visualizing Aurelia bent over taking Sathonis as she came, the dragon forced to accept the dream having become bound into it.
As the nun lay panting, spent after her orgasm the beast felt shame but a perverse pleasure bury itself in its heart.