Thread: Sleeping Beauty (Haruchai & Malicious Lullaby)

Once their prince stepped into the bathroom and slid into the tub with the grace of a majestic leader, Valerie was quick to the task to begin soaping him up. Helena stepped forward as well but she did not bend to the whim of his demand as quickly as the younger maiden had. But she was astonished at how quickly Valerie swiped that loofa from Helenas hands to begin lathering up the soap on his arms, chest, basically any patch of exposed skin she could reach. She didnt even seem to hesitate to clean down where the water coveredhis lower torso, over his stomach, nearing his hips and the great expanse between his legs that any woman could vie for. Whereas Helena remained standing at his side. Immediately, he struck up a conversation with Valerie, as if the former sleeping beauty didnt even exist. Valerie glanced up, her hand slowing with the loofa over his stomach. She was taken back by how handsome this man was. Here he was, a prince, a wicked prince who had no qualms in exerting his wicked way over women of his choosing, but even she couldnt deny what a fine specimen she was. Her naivet meant that she was easily swayed by his demands. Considering the state that the princess had emerged from her room after her five-hundred year-long slumber, Valerie had no doubts about the way he could do as he pleased with a woman, whether it was truly pleasurable or brutal, merciless and just downright humiliating. She didnt want to be at the end of his ire. She wanted to please him, impress him, be held in such high regard that she didnt get the brunt of a terrible situation. Not that shed necessarily wish that upon Helena but it was a matter of survival without losing herself. Shed choose herself. It was a dog-eat-dog world. Ive not, Your Grace. She answered honestly. I was third-in-waiting to the princess, not yet of age. But I suppose, if you would, I am now 517 years old. I suppose I am more than of age for a proper courtship to marriage. She replied, her voice soft but smooth, her speech accented but elegant, not lowly, and her choice of vocabulary a hint of her intelligence and education that she did possess, despite being a lady-in-waiting to a royal member of the crown, once upon a time. As he began to speak of Helena like she wasnt even there, Helena felt an anger bubble up in her. She wanted to make her presence known but she didnt feel like giving in so easily the way Valerie did. But neither did she like that the prince seemed to be taking toward Valerie because of how eager she was to serve him. Stepping away as his words embarrassed her, she picked up some soap to wash his hair and then walked over, stepping behind him. She knelt down and reached her hand over into the water, wetting her hands and the soap. She brought in some scoops of water into his hair gently, carefully tilting his head back a bit so the water would not sting into his eyes. She then began to apply soap into his hair, lathering it up to wash it of the grime, sweat and dust of their earlier travels. Valerie let out a small laugh, matching his chuckle about how tight a woman could remain, despite the many attempts in breaking her through the rough coupling of sex. I understand. Just because you deflower a woman does not make her yours, neither does it make her subservient. It takes time. Her words showed her eagerness and also the potential she had that he wouldnt need to break her in just to get her to obey, the way he would likely need to with Helena. Her reaction to his amusement set Helena on edge and it took all she had not to wipe her soapy hand over his eyes to burn them. Instead, she just remained quiet as she lathered his hair up, using both hands now to give his scalp a nice massage, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to make him feel good. Valerie reached the loofa down but eventually abandoned it when it came to the impressive organ between his legs. She used her soft hands to soap it up, simultaneously stroking it in the guise of wanting him to be really clean. Helena, noticing, lifted her chin up in slight defiance. Theres no need to arouse it , Valerie. Im sure it would not take him long to be able to rise to the occasion. Both women looked to each other. Then again, perhaps that is your intent. Though I highly doubt he wishes either of us to be clean. Hell simply sully you, until you smell like him and his essence. And now she was talking about him like he wasnt even there. Her own little form of payback for what he did earlier, it being a great offense to her. Not that hed care or seemed to notice. Its quite obvious he takes much amusement in a womans misfortune. I wonder where he learned to treat such fine maidens. My lady... Valerie protested, looking from Helena to the prince, an apologetic look on her face. I apologize for my lady, Your Grace. I think she may be bitter from earlier. There's no need to apologize to him, Valerie. He does not take offense to such trivial musings. He feels nothing after all. It was a risky thing, potentially putting herself and also Valerie in danger of his ire. Quite frankly, Helena did not care. It wasn't him that didn't feel anything at all. It was Helena right now.