Cultivating Plants

It was no mystery that Rani was a sultanzade – a cultivator – but for the first time, Aloe felt on her body the implications of that statement.

The emir was strong. Very very strong.

One might not think of Rani-al-Sadina as a person capable of feats of strength, her body was curvaceous and dotted, yet deprived of the musculature that might be seen in most sultanzade. Yet that mattered not as she embraced the petite scribe with her arms and lifted her, the strength stance palpable in her rough motions.

Without so much as batting an eye, Rani carried Aloe from her wheelchair in a princess carry and walked her into the luxurious bed.

The scribe couldn't process what was happening, never before had she been handled with such ease, even if she was a small and light person.

For a brief instant, as the emir stood before the bed, Aloe thought she was going to drop her savagely on the bed – which might not have been as bad as it sounded as the bed looked softer than clouds – yet the scribe's fears didn't come to light. Instead, Rani carefully placed her on the bed, softly extending her legs on the surface, as if she were a babe left to rest on their cradle.

Mistake the situation one shouldn't, for Aloe was scared for her life. No amount of sweet and soft touches might ever deny that.

Then it was Rani's turn to place herself over the bed. She positioned one knee over the edge of the mattress, then the other she passed above the scribe, putting next to her pressed legs.

Gracefully, the princess moved downward, leading her hands to Aloe's shoulder. Then she pulled the commoner's dress down.

"Ah." A muted yelp came out of Aloe's mouth. It was the first noise any of the two had made since Rani had grabbed her, and it materialized once the weight of the situation finally set in.

Once her pink nipples lay exposed for the sultanzade to see.

Rani commented not on the sight, though that didn't spare the woman from a smile. There was a confidence in that gesture that intimidated Aloe.

"People think that the charm stance requires no training, but they are wrong." The sultanzade started talking as she led her hands to her own clothes. "Charm, by nature, is born of the cultivator's innate beauty. But even a fool can tell that beauty can be nurtured, not only blossomed but also highlighted."

The princess removed the torso section of her immodest attire. Not much skin had been covered by the cloth, but what they revealed was breathtaking. Or so was what Aloe expected, but as Rani dropped her piece on the bed – the many golden chains clinging at the impact – the scribe was met with an extended arm obfuscating the sight, clutching tight to the bosom.

"There are many ways to bolster and weaponize beauty." With her free hand, Rani removed the pins holding her hair together and the strands busted free like a spilled barrel of water. "Voyeurism is one of those ways. People really feel more attracted to certain elements when they cannot see them."

The commoner's hands trembled on the spot; her body wouldn't move. And even if she could make her body listen, she was still locked between the princess' legs.

"Sometimes a thick mantle is more attractive than an exposed chest." The emir stated as a matter of fact. "Especially more if that mantle adheres to the skin and creates a silhouette. Erotica is all about shapes and silhouettes. You do not need the curves of a dune, but the idea of such curves. Expectation is a powerful tool." Then she moved her extended arm down. "It makes the reward more powerful."

Rani was not as dotted as other members of her family, but now the words of the sultanzade snaked into Aloe's mine. It was not about sizes, but shapes. And the shapes before her… They are perfect. It wasn't her first time gazing at the emir's exposed cleavage, but now as her back was resting on silk and feathers, could Aloe appreciate them.

That made the woman on top of her smile.

The djinnish smile awakened Aloe once more – the cycle between a fogged and lucid mind became periodic – but she couldn't react for the princess moved faster than her. Rani pushed her exposed torso down, for a moment the scribe thought she was going to linger atop of her, but the woman continued to push downwards.

Before she noticed, naked skin met. Rani pressed her coconut-sized breasts on her own nearly non-existent ones, mounds and peaks met one another.

Their eyes met.

Rani's shone purple.

Aloe found herself out of breath and also incapable of grasping a new one. Then the emir moved and pushed her body upwards, closing on the scribe's head. The movement was minimal, but in that short displacement, Aloe's body shuddered as Rani's nipples scratched against her own.

Both sets were hard as diamonds.

But the assault wasn't over, perhaps it hadn't even started. Once more, the sultanzade closed on the scribe's ear and whispered.

"You are not opposed to this, are you?" Rani muttered in a salacious giggle.

"Ah…" Words were impossible. It was as if she had forgotten her nineteen years of life and speech was a skill she had never learned, a yelp all that she could manage.

"If you do not say anything…" Her whispers became warmer and warmer. "I am going to eat you~"

That wasn't a threat, but a promise. Yet with such stakes, Aloe still didn't manage to utter a word. She was incapable of deciphering what was happening to herself.

Was it Rani's charm stance that had seduced her? Was it her body that craved sexual relief? Was it her desire to protect Lulu and so she didn't back down? Was it her lust, not for sex, but power that craved the promise of learning Nurture? Or was her mind, that was still trapped, not with Rani but with Aaliyah in her stead?

Perhaps all of the above. Or perhaps none of them.

Nonetheless, Aloe didn't voice out a refusal, her body was locked in place.

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Rani moved slowly, almost as if she was waiting for Aloe to speak up, but still too fast for the scribe to process. The princess started with a soft caress all across the commoner's body. The ones on the neck tickled Aloe, the ones on her thighs made her legs tremble, and the ones on her chest made her bit her lip in negation.

Making a sound would be an acceptance and a betrayal.

The sultanzade stopped for a moment, vaguely separating her body from her scribe of commoners, and dedicated her a smile as she lay a hand on her cheek. One pair of eyes shone amethyst. The other emerald.

Aloe hadn't noticed when she had changed her internal infusion to glamour, and she didn't fully process it. She just felt her body hot.

Gemstone met gemstone, and the princess seemed enthralled by the sight as she caressed the soft cheek.

Then she plunged into Aloe's lips.

The scribe didn't slip out of her stupor, she had already imagined this would happen, but nothing would have prepared her for what the princess' mouth felt like. It was warm and moist, a tongue wrestled against hers as to devour it, yet her focus was on the taste.

Rani's mouth tasted like coffee and dates.

Most likely a remnant of her last meal, but Aloe didn't despise the taste and unwittingly found herself dancing a waltz between their tongues.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself focus only on the battle at her mouth. Her arms tried to move, but she stopped them. They moved in lust, and she couldn't afford to fall that low.

It was impossible to tell how much time had happened since the start of the kiss, but when Rani separated her lips, both women were panting. The princess' visage had gained a pink tint, and Aloe guessed she wasn't that far herself.

"Ah~" Rani moaned between gasps, the sound sending shivers down Aloe's spine. "You kissed well. Do you have practice?"

"I…" Words were hard to come by, but something told the scribe that talking was part of the exercise. "That... no. That was my first kiss."

The emir frowned. "Aaliyah did not steal your lips?" She voiced out her confusion.

"Uh…" Aloe bit her lips. "I-it… it was the first kiss I answered back."

"I see. I see!" Rani arched her back and the corners of her mouth extended farther than Aloe considered possible. When the princess looked back at her, she had gained an even greater pink tinge, borderline red. "Then you must be a natural kisser."

Swiftly, she placed her lips back on the commoner's. Aloe didn't fight back her advances. Eagerly, Rani put her hand again on the cheek, but with the other, she started undressing the scribe.

One hand held her face so it could be kissed. The other hand removed the clothes from her body.

Aloe donned a one-piece dress, so it wasn't long before she was left in her underwear. Yet in those few seconds, Rani assaulted her with kisses. Not even when they both needed to breathe did she stop, instead moving to the scribe's neck to give her love until she recovered her breath. The sultanzade moved between the two spots rhythmically, and only when she had to pull the dress out of Aloe's legs did she move lower.

And lower she did move.

Rani shoved her body to the side and rested her shoulder on the bed, but that was only the beginning. The princess' hands moved lower, pinching the bands of Aloe's undergarments. But now that she was placed a head lower and she couldn't reach the scribe's lips, Rani's next target was Aloe's breasts.

Her left breast was now encapsulated by the emir's mouth, a tongue sweeping her aureola. Aloe pressed her lips shut from the tickling, but the princess didn't stop. Next, she closed her lips, and then teeth, on the commoner's nipple.

The scribe closed her eyes with all her might, writhing at the mixture of pleasure and pain as the sultanzade twisted her nipple with the tips of her teeth and blamed said pleasure on the combined effect of two charm stances.

But her eyes didn't remain closed for long as Rani finally pulled down the undergarments that she had been holding for a while.

Aloe furiously blushed as she saw her femininity being exposed, but the true source of her embarrassment was beholden to the glassy string connecting her body and the wet cloth.

The lower Rani pulled the undergarments, the thinner the string became, until it finally snapped, splashing a few drops of warm liquid on the scribe's leg.

The princess separated from the commoner's breast with a satisfying pop. The boob had become slightly inflamed, but Aloe couldn't feel it. The only thing she felt was warmth and shivers, and the only thing she heard was her own gasps.

"Someone is ready~" Rani moaned close to her, the words sending even more shivers to the scribe's lower body. "Hehe~" The princess giggled in satisfaction.

Finally, Rani removed Aloe's undergarments from her legs, as if the fickle cloth had ever been an obstacle.

Aloe had been observing the whole process. She had seen the hand slowly encroaching, but her mind was a mixture of desert scorch and pink haze, so only when the two fingers penetrated her did she acknowledge them.

"Ah~" Aloe moaned for the first time, though the noise was closer to a howl. Her back arched to impossible degrees, her whole body spasming in pleasure, shame, and rage. "Oh, oh…" She panted – nearly coming to tears – as she realized what had just happened.

Her vision blurred, her world spun, and she felt very dehydrated.

"Oho~" Rani hummed amusedly. "Did you just come?"

The princess looked at her and the scribe wordlessly turned her face away as it became more and more red.

"I have only put the tip of only two fingers." She giggled and moved her hands. "At a simple touch."

One was kept on the scribe's breasts. Such was the difference in size between the two that with a single hand Rani could grope one breast and tickle the opposite nipple with her index finger.

"Uh…" A dry yelp escaped Aloe's lips.

"You are going to bring me so… much… fun~" What remained was the most dangerous hand, as it didn't stop delving inside of Aloe.

The scribe had never felt like this before. When she had to pleasure herself, which wasn't an activity she could admit performing much, it was rough and inexperienced, even when boosted with the arousal of the Grace's Exaltation during her many mishaps with the plants. And then with… Aaliyah.

Her time with the sultanah wasn't a moment in her life she wanted to recall ever again, but the vague instances that assaulted her mind were tinted pink by the copious amounts of aphrodisiac she had been force-fed and the appalling charm of the woman.

There had been pleasure, yes, but it was obvious that Aaliyah never purposely had given it to her. The sultanah only sought her own pleasure, and the drops Aloe got, were but a byproduct of the act.

That… that wasn't the same with Rani. There was pleasure, true pleasure. The princess truly sought to insufflate pleasure in her, unlike her mother.

Aloe twisted and turned as Rani brought pleasure to every part of her body. Not a patch of skin was left without love. Moans flew everywhere, their source unrecognizable.

Kisses were landed everywhere. Her lips. Her neck. Her breasts. Her belly. Her…

The petite woman snapped into consciousness again as she found a bronze beauty between her legs, plunging her rose tongue inside of her. Aloe's legs spasmed at Rani's sudden eagerness.

Whether pestered by the movements and occasional hits or to delve more into debauchery, the princess grabbed the commoner's legs and raised them until she placed them on her shoulders.

Where she could devour her to satiation.

"Ah~ Ah! Uh~" No longer constrained, Aloe moaned without a care in the world, her chest heaving up and down at the same rhythm of the tongue that drilled into her.

It wasn't long before the scribe squirted, her ejaculation leaving her body at the same time as her strength. Aloe collapsed on the bed, and Rani looked at her with a glint in her eyes as she licked her wet lips.

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What happened next, Aloe hadn't expected.

Rani stood from the bed and started dressing herself. The sight confused the panting scribe.

"I…" Words had been hard to come by before, and they were harder to craft now as Aloe felt the dryness of her mouth.

"What?" The emir looked at her over the shoulder with an all-knowing snicker. "Did you say something?"

"A-are we go-going to end here?" Her whole body trembled, nay, her whole being.

Rani giggled. "Do you have strength for more assaults?"

"I…" Aloe blushed and shook her head to recover her mask. "'Tis not for me, my liege. I have been the only one who has… benefited from this exchange." Not that she wanted to pleasure the woman, but she feared what the sultanzade may do if she left unsatisfied.

"Fret not," the princess placed a hand on her chest, "this will not be the last time." And instantly gave Aloe reasons to fear. "I have witnessed your greenness on the field, so it will take a few… sessions before you can satisfy me. But be assured, you have satisfied me greatly~"

As Aloe beheld the shine of the woman's amethyst eyes, her willpower drained from her body. Why have I accepted this offer? The scribe found no answer in herself, only the incertitude of the future and regret in her fickle heart.