Goose Girl

Adult Excerpt


After riding Falada, the speaking mare, for some distance, Svana began
to feel a delicious sensation between her legs. The rhythmic bouncing
pressure against her lower lips generated an undeniably pleasant heat at
the apex of her thighs. This was by far her favorite part of riding,
this beautiful wet burn. In time, she could no longer bear the suspended
bliss of it and, bringing Falada to a halt in the center of a vast
field, Svana surprised her waiting-maid with a request:



"Oh, my dearest Rosamunda, riding this way has my precious cavern
flowing with love nectar. I feel I would die without immediate
gratification. I beg you, dismount, and take a drink from my cup."



"You have got to be kidding me," Rosamunda replied, halting her ride as
well. "First of all, precious cavern? Love nectar? Who the hell talks
like that, Miss Priss? If you're horny, you can bloody well get yourself
off. I don't choose to be your servant."



Svana was not surprised by her maid's harsh words. They had grown
accustomed to one another's ways, even in this short time together. So,
in her great thirst, the princess laid her head down against Falada’s
great rump. After pulling her skirt tails up well over her waist, Svana
tapped with one finger at her engorged lower lips. So sensitive were
they from the riding that even the slightest pressure sent waves of
pleasure throughout her body.



The wetness between her thighs was hardly a shock, for Svana's pussy was
extremely responsive. She was every bit as likely to appreciate a
codpiece askew as she was to behold the great tumbling cleavage of a
peasant woman. Bodies delighted her eyes, and as she observed the puffy
white clouds against the bright blue sky, she reflected upon such bawdy
sights as those.



Rubbing her fingers against the juicy folds of her craving cunt, Svana
panted and moaned. Her ample breasts jumped as she fingered herself, her
stiff nipples popping out from under her corset. Her nipples were
nearly as dark as the red of her bodice, though her flesh was nowhere
near as gold as the precious thread woven through. Stroking the waters
of her swollen pussy, the princess abandoned herself to the immensity of
her personal pleasure.