Princess Laureline of Mirth

Princess Laureline Mirth of the Assyrian Empire lay back on her reclining gnomish chair and sighed in delight. From her view atop the Royal Palace, she felt like she could survey the entire city and the valley beyond it; an unparalleled view that was fitting her for morning relaxation period.
The Royal Palace was the shining jewel of the elven upper-city, practically a large town unto itself. Though she had lived in it for most of her one-hundred and ninety years, princess Laureline had encountered only a small fraction of its inhabitants. She knew that there were companies of bakeries employed by the palace solely to provide cakes and pastry delights to the nobility, that whole families of farmers lived under the palace’s shadow to tend to the numerous farms that grew crops all year round to supply the palace’s innumerable inhabitants, and that there were enough guards employed to man the walls in order to be classed as a separate division of the royal army.
Laureline knew all of this due to the top-class education she had been made to sit through while growing up but she truly didn’t care for it. It was enough for her to know that they all existed for her sake, and the sake of her family who ruled the nation. She smiled appreciated the view for a while longer, happy to think that the entire view might as well exist for her sake.
The expansive upper garden where she was relaxing was her own private slice of heaven; a stretch of uplifted natural grass and potted plants spread out over a vast balcony on the upper floors of the Royal Palace. It was maintained  by a small army of gardeners and slaves who were at this moment keeping themselves out of sight and occupied with maintaining several other plants that Princess Laureline had collected over the years.
At this moment only a handful of souls occupied the garden; the princess Laureline Mirth herself and her personal slave Pearl who knelt before her, along with her personal secretary Amelia and a water witch who both knelt a short distance away on a blanket spread out on the grass.
Laureline was the perfect definition of a noble elf girl; beautiful and youthful, with long limbs and a toned body. Her hair was a flawless platinum blonde, tied back into a single large braid that reached her waist, and her skin was a creamy white without a single spot, zit or mark to mar its beauty. A combination of carefully managed bloodlines, countless hours with beauticians, and a healthy exercise regime granted Laureline a body fit for the gods and she reveled in it. As she lay back in her chain, she was clad only in a figure-hugging silk gown that was unbelted and parted so as to reveal her long shapely legs and bare feet.
In many ways the slave opposite her was a paragon of beauty for her own race too; a human woman, mature in age but still beautiful and with a firm, well-muscled body that hinted at her past life as a soldier. Pearl was her most favourite and valuable slave.
Pearl’s natural crimson hair and history as an exalted general in a former human army made her a prize slave; she was a birthday present from Laureline’s mother, the Empress Rosalyn. When she had been first gifted to Laureline, Pearl had a sharp tongue and a cunning mind. So the first thing Laureline had was repurpose her tongue into being her personal pleasure provider and bend her mind to the simple and pure thought of utter submission.
It took two years of effort from professional slave-masters and trainers to completely break and rebuild her, but the expenditure was more than worth it. This once prideful symbol of humanity’s resistance against the elven conquerors was now her most talented and loyal slave.
Smiling at her slave, Laureline had an idea for some early-morning entertainment. She glanced over at Amelia nearby and called out to her; “Amy, dear, run along and fetch me a jar of mana.”
Amelia was the daughter of the Chief Librarian of the Royal Palace. A bookworm-type, Laureline doubted she had much in common with the girl and would hardly be spending time with her if it wasn’t for the fact that Amelia was hopelessly devoted to her. Her one-sided infatuation with the royal princess and her excellent timekeeping skills made her a choice pick for Laureline’s personal attendant in charge of managing her schedule, writing her letters, and dealing with some of the busywork that was occasionally sent her way.
She also found a certain degree of pleasure in being able to order around a free elf and watch her jumping to the task more eagerly than any slave.
As expected Amelia hopped up to her feet in an instant, ready to obey. “Right away, my princess,” Amelia whispered breathlessly before dashing away.
Laureline smiled as she watched her run away to the edge of the garden and shook her head slightly in pity. One day she would have to dash the young girl’s crush but she could get a lot of use out of her until then.
She held out her empty glass, refilling it from a bubble of purified water that floated in the air to her right side. Whenever she desired a fresh drink, she simply extended its rim towards the globe of water and allowed some to pour into her glass. A number of small spheres of ice kept her water supply cool and refreshing. Just beyond the floating water there was the witch who supplied the magic that kept the liquid water and ice perfectly suspended in the air. She knelt on the grass next to where Amelia had knelt, her head bowed in concentration and concealed by a navy blue hood.
Laureline briefly wondered if the water witch felt proud that her services were personally enlisted by royalty, or if she felt insulted that her magical talents were put to use as a convenient drinks holder. She mentally shrugged; it didn’t matter either way to Laureline so long as she did the job she was commanded.
More than once this morning she had caught Pearl taking longing glimpses towards the floating water but Laureline had not offered her any. That her slave longed for a cool drink of water only to be denied it added an extra sense of satisfaction to every sip. Now was the time to make her regret her desire.
Amelia swiftly returned a few moments later with an iridescent jar cupped in her hands. She received the usual amount of thanks for her efforts – which is to say, none at all – and went back to join the witch on the blanket.
She pulled a lever attached to the mechanical contraption her chair was built around; the leg rest of her reclining chair split into a Y-shape, spreading her legs apart. The chair was of gnomish design, a clever device which could configure itself into a number of shapes. This one was one of her favourite configurations.
Laureline twitched the fold of her silk gown to the side, revealing her perfect hairless pussy. Within her own garden she declined to wear undergarments and from her position kneeling across from her Pearl had a perfect view of Laureline’s full frontal nudity.
Smiling, Laureline raised her glass and tipped it slightly over her crotch. She gave a small gasp as the cool water splashed over her pussy.
With her free hand she gestured downwards and invited Pearl to take a drink. Pearl understood right away; if she wanted to satiate her thirst she would have to make do lapping at the moisture from Laureline’s pussy.
Laureline had long ago discovered that she truly couldn’t relax in the garden unless she was being serviced in some way by one of her human slaves and this morning was no different. There was no shame in being serviced by her slave; most elven ladies kept a human slave in their chambers to tend to their needs while their husbands were away, but it was unusual for a young woman such as herself to receive it so openly, especially in front of two other elves.
The glorious feeling of the ice water being lapped up by Pearl’s warm tongue was enough to make Laureline purr. Amelia buried her nose into her books, trying to avoid appearing turned on by the erotic display. Though her attraction to Laureline was obvious to the point of obscenity, the little elf girl still seemed to think that her feelings were a secret. She would have to take advantage of that.
As Pearl busied herself with licking her owner’s royal pussy, Pearl delicately tipped the open jar of mana over her glass, allowing a small amount of glittery dust to land in the water. A gentle swirl of her glass ensured it was evenly mixed in. With the addition of the magical powder the water took on a brightly coloured rainbow hue, ever shifting between different mixed shades.
Mana – the ubiquitous magical dust scattered by unwashed elves, pouring from their pores like sweat. It was a wonderful commodity in their culture capable of being used for many purposes including as a spice to enhance the flavour of certain foods, but that benefit was extended only to the elves themselves. On the tongues on any other race, particularly humans like Pearl, the raw taste of mana was an ungodly abhorrence. According to some accounts it managed to be sweet, sour, fizzy and spicy all at the same time. Laureline usually kept up her hygiene quite well and wasn’t troubled by sprinkling mana around, but she had plenty of the rainbow-hued dust stockpiled up in jars that she kept on hand.
Smiling in anticipation of Pearl’s reaction, Laureline poured her glass once more over her crotch, letting it trickle down to her pussy while Pearl was servicing her.
Her human slave whimpered in surprise as her tongue encountered the familiar horrid flavour. Pearl even tried to recoil in shock but the princess squeezed her thighs together, clamping down on her head. Ordinarily Pearl’s developed human strength would have been superior to Laureline – except she wasn’t just fighting the tight embrace of Laureline’s thighs but her slave training too.
A moan of stress was muffled by intimate flesh and the vibrations of her desperate noises simply sent additional pleasure into Laureline’s cunt. Pearl’s eyes looked up, searching for mercy, but Laureline met her with a cold, practiced stare that brokered no arguments.
Realizing that her only way of escaping the horrible taste was to submissively embrace it, Pearl relaxed her struggles – fighting against every natural instinct in her body – and forced herself to return to the task of licking Laureline. Laureline gave her one last gentle squeeze with her thighs as a warning and then relaxed them, spreading her legs once more.
The nonstop licking, now made rougher and deeper by Pearl’s efforts to force herself to press on was the perfect stimulation Laureline craved. The mana was an aphrodisiac that made her come alive with pleasure – it was becoming difficult for her to hold any sort of composure.
“Amy, dear... I’m feeling a little hot. Cool me down with my fan,” Laureline chose her words carefully when speaking to the little librarian’s daughter. She always called her 'dear', smiling affectionately at her as she spoke, and she always made every demand an order, not a request. She was slowly imprinting the idea on her of obedience, and it was working.
“Yes, my princess. Of course!”
Blushing horrendously, Amelia fished out a small handheld fan that Laureline had given to her for precisely this purpose (although she gave it to her as a birthday present).
Amelia could have cooled her off with a simple air magic spell but by demanding she use the fan, Laureline ensured that Amelia would have no choice but to stand beside her and physically cool her off with gentle swipes of the fan, back and forth.
Laureline suddenly grabbed on to Amelia’s bare leg around the knee, using her as a column of support to hold onto while her pleasure peaked. Amelia gasped but did nothing aside from slow the wafting of her fan slightly. Being touched by her princess, the object of her adoration, was more than she could hope for even if it was without affection or intimacy. She was being touched merely to help delay the peak of her beloved's orgasm and therefore increase her gratification, all while she fanned the princess like a servant. The rush of emotions going through Amelia’s brain put her into a haze. She was biting her lip and trying to decide if she should say something about how badly Laureline was hurting her with her fingernails.
Pearl’s fervent ministrations were beginning to drive Laureline towards orgasm when a dark shadow fell over her body.
Laureline opened her eyes, angry that someone would have the impertinence to block her sunlight without announcing themselves but her reprimand died in her throat as she saw who stood before her.
It was the Lady Aurora Ardis – chief advisor to the Empress and effectively the second-in-command of the entire Assyrian Empire.
Aurora was a stern, overbearing woman who had shaped as much of Laureline’s childhood as her own mother had. Acting in many different roles to her over the decades from a nanny, to a teacher, to a disciplinarian. Their long history together was characterised with mutual dislike and Laureline had done her best to stay out of her mother’s advisor’s way after she had completed all of the mandatory home-schooling that was expected of a princess. Now that she was no longer wholly in her care, Laureline felt like teasing her a little.
“Aurora,” Laureline greeted her, as sweetly as she could. “What a surprise. I was, umm, just in the middle of something,” an unbidden smile crossed her lips as Pearl suckled on the hard nub of her clitoris. “Ah, perhaps, ahh! Perhaps you would like to borrow her services?” Laureline released Amelia and raised a hand to her mouth, jamming the knuckle of her forefinger into her mouth to stop herself from crying out in pleasure.
She did not get the look of righteous indignation that she was hoping for. Instead Aurora had a focused, serious look that gave her painful flashbacks to her days as a student. She had the feeling that she was going to be told off for something completely unrelated and even the wonderful pleasure that Pearl was bestowing upon her couldn’t stop a knot of unease from being formed within her.
Aurora didn’t address the princess right away. Instead she looked at Amelia, still obediently fanning away, and simply said, “Leave us.” She glanced over the water witch kneeling on the grass and issued the same command, her arms folded in a way that suggested she wouldn’t accept any answer but swift compliance.
The witch obeyed immediately, the globe of water following her in her wake as she picked herself up and hurried to the garden’s edge. To Amelia’s credit she hesitated only a second, glancing down at Laureline before taking one more look into Aurora’s eyes. Then she swiftly curtsied and folded the fan up, almost jogging in order to catch up to the witch.
Laureline was annoyed that Aurora would show up out of the blue and dismiss her attendants so easily. She was even more annoyed that they had obeyed at all. She was the princess; shouldn’t they have checked with her before blindly obeying someone else? It didn’t feel right.
“Aurora, is this—”
The Lady Ardis cut her off. Her glare was fixed on her. “Your slave. Does she speak our tongue?”
Laureline blinked in surprise, looking at Pearl. She raised a hand, and though Pearl had been fully dedicated to her appointed task, she caught the gesture and immediately – gratefully – pulled back from Laureline’s crotch.
“No, she doesn’t.” That had been a deliberate choice on her part. Many slave-owners had their slaves taught a little bit of sylvan to make communication more efficient, but Laureline went the opposite route for fun. Other slaves were commanded to speak in hushed whispers whenever Pearl was nearby. Reading material such as letters and books were denied to her, and Pearl had instead received considerable training in nonverbal instructions for as many of her tasks as possible. In short, Pearl had virtually no understanding of sylvan and was perfect to keep around even during sensitive conversations.
Aurora nodded. After taking a final glance around the garden to ensure they were alone, she spoke in a hushed tone. “My princess… when exactly was the last time you saw your mother?”
Laureline frowned, perplexed at the question. Was Aurora going to chastise her for not spending enough time with her mother? “Gosh, well, it must have been five… no, six days ago when we had a supper to honour that General who came to visit. Why? Does she want to see me?”
Aurora sighed, and after a brief glance around at their surroundings, she stepped closer to Laureline and confided to her, “Actually, my princess, the Empress has disappeared. Nobody has seen her in the last three days.”
Laureline sat upright, her hands automatically gripping the armrests of her chair. Her immediate thought was denial. “No, that can’t—How… Why…?”
Aurora immediately held up a hand to forestall any further questions. “If you will allow me to explain, my princess? Three days ago the last people to confirm your mother’s whereabouts were her maids who brought to her a jug of water for the night. In the morning when her maids entered her room to wake and prepare her for the day, she was gone. I’ve had the maids taken in for questioning and the jug examined; there is definitely traces of a sleeping agent within the water. All of the evidence so far points to her being kidnapped.”
“But… but that was days ago! She could be, well…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it, to vocalize her worst fears.
“I have been down to the vaults to check on your mother’s life-crystal. It is intact. At the very least, we know that the Empress is alive.”
The princess gave a sigh of relief but did not take much comfort from this news. If her mother was not dead, then she was probably kidnapped and someone’s prisoner. Someone had executed their nefarious plot to make the Empress vanish, right beneath their noses. The seriousness of the situation was fully imprinted on her – and as it sank in, so too did the full realization that this monumental event had been kept a secret from her for several days.
 “If my mother has truly been kidnapped, then she could be anywhere, right? She could be outside the capitol if she went missing three days ago!” She slapped her hand down on her armrest, unable to help herself. She was beginning to feel anger at being left in the dark for so long.
As she felt her cheeks reddening from her heightened emotions, she saw that her precious Pearl was still kneeling in front of her, a perplexed look on her face as she could tell her mistress was agitated but was unable to understand the cause.
Laureline felt a flicker of annoyance at the dumb, confused expression on her slave's face. She snapped her fingers and pointed down at her bare feet. That was all the invitation Pearl required; she immediately took hold of Laureline's ankles and lifted them up off the ground so they were eye-level with her. Pearl then dipped her head forwards and began to suckle on Laureline's toes as if each one was a candied treat that she couldn't wait to savour.
Laureline recomposed herself, banishing her anger. Having her feet personally attended to felt almost as satisfying as having her pussy worshipped, and it helped calm her down. It wouldn’t serve her well to lose her temper now in front of Aurora.
Aurora sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in a familiar exasperated expression. “Princess, you haven’t had to know this until now but for the Queen’s safety she is forbidden by law to travel from the Inner Palace to the rest of the Royal Palace without an escort of at least one of her seven holy knights. She cannot leave the Royal Palace itself without them either. So she must either be within the Inner Palace still, or one of the holy knights is a traitor.”
The final word sent a chill down Laureline’s spine. The order of holy knights were all veterans and heroes of the people who formed the last and most important line of defense for the palace. For any of them to be a traitor was unthinkable.
“She must be within the Inner Palace,” Laureline ventured, trying to sound confident. “The knights have served loyally for House Mirth for centuries. They cannot be traitors.”
Aurora gave her a cool look and shook her head slowly.
“Nothing is impossible, my princess. But we cannot publicly doubt them now, even if the risk of treachery is there. I have given them the command to search for our Queen as best they can. In time they will be separately taken into questioning and their loyalties tested.”
Laureline nodded. That sounded like a sensible precaution to her, even if she wanted to believe each of them was innocent.
There was a long moment of silence, as if both women were silently contemplating the depth of their predicament. Aurora’s expression was strained in a way Laureline had rarely seen, but she held herself up tall and confident. Laureline however kept her face a mask, and felt like sinking down into her chair. Almost two centuries alive, and she had never had to deal with an event as serious as this. Suddenly Pearl’s attentive worshipping at her feet no longer held the same reassuring relaxation it had moments ago. She pulled her feet back slightly and Pearl relented at once, bowing her head to await the next command.
“What do we do now?” Laureline asked quietly, at last.
“This is an exceptional situation, Princess. I would have preferred to keep it secret still if there was not a pressing concern that demands a monarch on the throne. With events moving as they are, you have no choice but to claim the throne for yourself and fill in for your mother until she can be found.”
“What?!” Laureline squawked, unable to believe her ears.
Aurora’s eyes widened slightly, as if surprised by the outburst. Pearl nervously glanced between them, without a task and without comprehension.
“Don’t be ridiculous Aurora,” Laureline muttered, shaking her head, “I’m not supposed to claim the throne for centuries; this is too much. I can’t deal with this. You tell me that my mother is gone and your next thought is that I need to completely change my life and be a queen?”
She knew she was rambling but she couldn’t stop even as her tone became hysterical and the volume of her denials grew.
“That’s just impossible. Do you hear me, Aurora? It’s just too much!”
Without warning Aurora reached down and took a handful of Pearl’s silky red hair. She gave a firm yank that sent the slave sprawling backwards with a yelp of pain and removed her from her spot kneeling before Laureline. The princess watched with wide eyes as Aurora stepped forwards into Pearl’s place except she wasn’t kneeling. Instead she towered above Laureline and glared at her with an insolent, blatant look of contempt.
“Do shut up, Princess,” Aurora growled, shocking Laureline into silence. Never before, even in the worst of their sessions as ‘teacher and student’ had Aurora spoken to her like this.
“You clearly do not grasp the delicate nature of your position so let me make it very clear: If you pass over this chance to take your rightful place, you will be left behind in the dirt! One of your sisters will be nominated by the noble families to take the throne instead, the moment they realize you’re an incompetent airhead who is incapable of ruling!”
Aurora said it with all the conviction of a prophecy. As if she could see everything she spoke of unfurling before her. Laureline felt like she could almost see it too even as she cringed at every thunderous syllable hurled her way.
“You may have spurned my teachings when you were younger, but you will not refuse my guidance now. Believe it or not but I care for you, and I want to see you on the throne. But if you deny me, I will recommend that one of your sisters claim the throne and you will be left with nothing!”
Suddenly Laureline felt very glad that Amelia and the water witch had been sent away. It wouldn’t be proper for them to see her being talked down to like this. Pearl’s presence was problematic but mitigated by the language barrier.
“I’m the princess,” Laureline breathed. “How dare you speak to me this way?”
Aurora knelt down and leaned in; her kneecap resting on the seat of the chair directly in front of Laureline’s pussy which was still exposed. Laureline audibly gulped as she saw Aurora’s deliberate movement and she recoiled as Aurora gripped the chair’s headrest – her hands placed firmly on either side of her head.
The older elf’s face and upper body filled her vision until Laureline couldn’t even see around her to look at Pearl for assistance. This intimate proximity suddenly made the princess see Aurora in an entirely new light. She saw Aurora was undeniably a very beautiful woman; tall and formidable, with full breasts that Laureline could admire now in a way she never imagined in her youth. Despite being several centuries her senior, the agelessness of the elves did wonders for Aurora’s face which was mature but still without flaw or imperfection.
All of a sudden the open and lacey garments that Laureline wore as an expression of her uninhibited freedom and pampered lifestyle no longer felt so comfortable; instead it felt like they left her open to the elements, invited unsavoury gazes, and totally unarmored against any threat lurking in the shadows. Her body was exposed to Aurora’s gaze, and Laureline knew that the look in her eye was not merely appreciation. It ran deeper than that and was something that should forever be unspoken.
“You will be a princess no more,” Aurora whispered, her lips a scant few inches from Laureline’s own. “Your choice is to be a Queen, or to be nothing.”
The next few seconds of silence felt stretched to an eternity in Laureline’s eyes. For a horrible, painful moment she feared that Aurora meant to kiss her right there and shame her. At last however Aurora relented and pulled back, raising herself back to her full statuesque height.
“Perhaps you are right after all,” Aurora said, changing her tone in a jarring instant. “I have overestimated your competency and I see you are ill-equipped to deal with a serious matter like this. At least, for the time being. Very well; princess, you go get your breakfast, and have a bath. You’ve been lounging out here long enough. Once you are prepared I will summon you for your first lesson.”
Aurora aimed a stare in the direction that Amelia had left.
“I will need to take that librarian’s daughter in for questioning too. She is one of the few citizens with free access to the Inner Palace. You are not to speak to her or to anyone else until this matter is settled. Stay in your private quarters, stick to your usual schedule. I will send for you later today when it is time to formally begin your training.”
Aurora had not touched her once during the exchange and yet she had crossed over personal boundaries more boldly than any lover Laureline had entertained in the past. The lust in her gaze had been all too apparent, and yet Aurora had the self-restraint not to cross the final hurdle and claim her right there on the spot. Laureline felt a bit breathless just thinking about it. Was it a ploy to confuse her, so that Aurora could act unopposed?
The princess raised herself unsteadily to her feet, glancing around the garden space. Aurora had left as quickly as she’d arrived.
She glanced at her customized chair; its leather surface was sprinkled in a smattering of fresh mana which glittered brightly with potent magic. A particularly notable amount of deposited right at the seat of her chair where her buttocks had rested. Laureline blushed as she realized she must have been releasing it in copious amounts after Aurora had invaded her personal space; it was often the case that mana production for a healthy elf was tied to sexual arousal. That Aurora’s presence had such a strong effect on her, even with the calamitous news she had been given, did not bode well.
“Fuck me.”


The time was nearing nine o’clock. She had changed into a thicker, fluffier gown and more comfortable sandals.
She sat at the table for breakfast and for the first time began to appreciate just how alone she was, even in a castle filled with people. She was attended to by human servants, and pleasured by human slaves, and she associated with her own kind only at brunches and parties. Her ‘friends’ were the nobility she had grown up with, they weren't people that she had the opportunity of meeting and bonding with herself. Only Amelia, who barely rated as a companion and assistant, could be said to be someone whose bonds with her were not the artificial product of her rank in the empire, and now she was forbidden to see her.
A pretty-looking human maid brought out the breakfast and rescued her from her own malignant thoughts. Puffy dough-balls lightly fried and slathered in chocolate sauce and powdery sugar, materials sourced from her empire's many colonies just for her. It was one of her favourites.
“Thanks,” Laureline whispered, gratefully taking a steaming mug of hot chocolate that another maid offered her on a tray. The maid looked slightly shocked at being spoken to but nodded in response.
Laureline didn’t think anything of it.
Her mind was focused entirely on what Aurora had told her in the garden. She was going to personally train her to be a Queen? The thought of being alone with Aurora again, after her unsubtle advances left her reeling. Between their incredible lifespan and the benefit of ageless appearances, intergenerational romances between elves was nowhere near as taboo as they were in the cultures of other lesser races but the fact of the matter was that a tryst with Aurora would be crossing a very definite line in the ground.
'But do I have any choice?' Laureline thought bitterly. 'She’s the closest thing I have to an ally in the world.'
Laureline eyed the maids standing at attention at the edges of her breakfast chamber. Her mother had been drugged before she slept, according to Aurora. Should she get her food tested? Could another maid do the same to her? That seemed unlikely but the thought gnawed at her as she looked grimly at the hot chocolate before her.
'There has to be a way out of this, to take me back to my happy life… Somehow…'