To the Victress -- Part 2

by RRff

Silver's, and Princess Ashlym's turn to enjoy 'spoiling' and playing, and being 'spoiled' and played




Because she had worked up an appetite helping Cdr. Naelida punish the traitorous training officer, Silver took extra pleasure enjoying that evening's feast.  The junior officer then retired to her quarters for a short while, before deciding which celebratory activities she would take part in late that night.  Once she felt fully relaxed and rested, Silver dressed to head out.  The blonde had just left her quarters when she was met by a current memeber of the royal guard, who reported that she had been ordered to escort Silver to Princess Ashlym.
Once she entered the young royal's quarters, Silver was greeted by an interesting sight.  Princess Ashlym was kneeling flat on the floor with her legs spread wide apart, and she was bent over looking down at a prisoner.  Whoever it was had her hands and feet bound together behind her body, and she was lying so that her face was close to, but not in contact with the royal panties.  And because she was on her side, the prisoner could only look at the pleasure zone, or look up at the massive treasures that seemed ready to burst out of the top and smother her.
Ashlym looked up and smiled.  "Come in, Silver."  The puzzled junior officer officer walked over to get a closer view of this scene.  Her face then broke into a wide grin when she realized that the prisoner was the brunette betrayer.
"So this is where you've been hiding that Syren loser, Serval," chortled Silver.  The brunette's eyes darted up at the blonde warizon before they closed as her face took on a look of disgust.  The young officer then asked her princess hopefully, "Did you invite me here to watch you punish her for her crimes?"
Ashlym slowly got to feet, and walked toward the squad leader with a big smile.  "Actually, I invited you here so that you could punish her," she answered as she pointed to the wall behind the warizon.  Silver turned around, and was delighted to see a duplicate of the X that had been used that afternoon on the wall.  She turned back to princess, grinning broadly.  "As you probably noticed," the princess continued, "Serval was not included in the doubling activities because she had been banished from the tribe.  But Mother decided she did need to be punished in some way, and that there was no one better suited to do that than you.  All I wanted was the opportunity to watch."
"Blah, blah, blah, blah."  They both turned to look at Serval who was glaring at them with a look of contempt.  "Listening to the two of you prattle on is far worse than any possible punishment you two softies could dish out."
"Well, you are about to find out how soft we are," responded the princess simply.  She then went to her communication panel and called for the guards.  Six of them entered, went straight to Serval and hoisted Serval off the floor.  Ignoring her vocal protests, in a well co-ordinated fashion, they removed her restraints, and strapped the brunette to the X despite her struggles.  "I believe she's ready, Silver," Ashlym continued.  "Enjoy."  Silver advanced on her snarling nemesis, then stopped and turned back to the young royal who inquired, "Is something wrong?"
"Princess, I ask that you indulge me one request," Silver said nervously with a slight smile.
"That should not be a problem," Ashlym responded slowly.  "What is it you desire?"
"That you share this pleasure with me."
The princess clapped her hands while she nodded and bounced on her toes.  "Oh, thank-you.  I'd love -- "
"More talk!!" complained Serval.  "At this rate, the only thing punished will be my eardrums from the constant flappping of your t -- "  The traitor's diatribe was cut short when Silver suddenly turned back and drove her right fist into the brunette's bellybutton.  Serval grunted loudly has her body started to double over but was jerked to a stop by the restraints.  After a couple of deep gasps to refill her lungs, the brunette slowly raised her head to glare at the young officer.  Just when the former warizon opened her mouth to speak again, the blonde drove a quick left-right combo to the midsection, producing another raucous grunt and more ragged gasping.
"I'm sorry.  Were you going to say something?" asked Silver in mock concern.  As Serval slowly raised her head and calmed her breathing, anger replaced pain in her eyes.  The blonde smiled with delight as she watched the mental struggles play out on the traitor's face as the desire to make a snappy retort was balanced against the consequences of speaking out.  The young officer suddenly fired off a straight combo to the breasts, smacking the right and left ones respectively, causing the traitor to wail in complaint.  "When I ask you a question, I expect an intelligent reply," snapped Silver as she waved her right forefinger in Serval's face.
"More!!  More!!"  Silver turned around to see the princess bouncing up and down as she clapped her hands, smiling broadly.
"Punching or taunting?" the warizon asked with mock seriousness.
"It's your show," laughed Princess Ashlym.
"All show, no go," groaned Serval.
"Show and go actually," Silver responded as she turned back to Serval.  She then let both fists go in a rapid onslaught to the brunette's abs which was followed by left and right hooks to the outsides of the traitor's breasts.  Serval's loud groans of pain were cut off by a blast of air from her lungs when the warizon suddenly spun, lifted up her right leg and drove the heel of her right foot into the traitor's midsection.
"Your turn Your Highness," Silver offered as she walked back toward the young royal.  Clapping her hands and dancing on her toes, Princess Ashlym approached the ex-warizon.  Serval's pain-filled face took on an even more contemptuous look as she watched her former regal leader close in.  She desperately wanted to say something, but instead bit her lip to swallow her words, an action that caused Silver to laugh.  While glaring at the blonde warizon, Serval failed to notice the princess wind up her right arm.  So she was completely unprepared when Ashlym's fist slammed into her abs, forcing the air from her lungs with a raucous grunt.
The blonde royal fired off a series of slow, deliberate hooks with both hands that ripped into Serval's obliques and the outside of the breasts.  Then, starting at the bellybutton, she fired off uppercuts with both hands that travelled up the mid-line of the brunette's abs.  When she reached the sternum, she used both fists to
rocket uppercuts to the bottom of the brunette's breasts, bringing ragged wails of complaint to her lips.  When those vocalizations became reduced to whimpers, Ashlym went back down to the the midsection, driving stiff punches with each hand to the middle of the traitor's abs.
"That was fun," laughed the Princess as she turned back to Silver.  "Your turn."  With a big smile of her own, the young officer moved in and belted blows from oblique to oblique, and belly button to sternum on those abs.  Then Serval's breasts were the next target for the blonde to batter.  And the princess was just as thorough when she had her next turn.  By the time Ashlym was finished, the brunette's head was hanging down as she struggled to get air back into her lungs.
"I bet your smile grows bigger with each punch," suggested Silver as if she already knew the answer.
"Why would you say that?" Ashlym laughed.
"Well, this time I want to watch."  Reading Silver's mind, the princess nodded and went to Serval's right side while the warizon went to her left.  With the princess going first with her right fist, then Silver following up with her left, they alternately pounded away at the brunette's belly and breasts.  When they both paused, Silver asked expectantly, "Doubling time?"  After the princess nodded, they removed the restraints holding Serval to the X.  The blonde officer quickly slipped in behind the former warizon and twisted her arms into a double hammerlock.  With another nod, Ashlym moved in and began firing punches with both hands to the abs and orbs.
A ripping uppercut to the solar plexus caused Serval to double over with an explosive grunt as she slipped from Silver's grasp.  The brunette would have staggered forward and probably fallen to the floor if the princess had not caught her by the shoulders.  When Ashlym pushed her back upright, Silver grabbed Serval's arms just above the elbows, pulled her back upright, and leaned back against the wall.  
"Anything else you wish to contribute?" Ashlym snarked as she lifted Serval's head up by her chin.  But the brunette was too busy struggling to breathe and deal with the pain to make a comment of any kind.  "Well, let's see if your body's talking," Ashlym continued as she adjusted the traitor's top so that the lower semi-circles of Serval's areolae just were peeking out from the bottom hem.  The princess then reached down to pick up a pair of padded gloves on the floor and put them on.  Silver smiled as she remembered the extra thump they provided when they had been used by some of the warizons when doubling traitors the last couple of days.  The young royal acknowledged her champion's smile with a nod, then began firing off a series of punches to the solar plexus, each shot pushing deeper into the tenderized abs than its predecessor.  And it seemed that with every blow, the spasming of the Serval's body would cause her melons to slip out a little farther from under their covering.
Ashlym's right knee driven up into Serval's bellybutton was the exclamation point for that sequence of blows.  With another loud grunt, the brunette again slipped from Silver's arms and doubled over.  The warizon grabbed the traitor's top to prevent her from falling.  As the officer pulled Serval back upright, the brunette's breasts almost became uncovered.
"I think these balls of fun want to come out and be played with.  And that's exactly what we should do," suggested Ashlym.  After a quick nod of agreement from Silver, the princess pulled the top up over Serval's head, then threw it off to the side.  She then turned the traitor around and twisted her arms in a double hammerlock.  As she did, the blonde officer's eyes focused lustfully on those treasures she had the pleasure of enjoying once before.
"Don't hold back on my account," giggled Ashlym.  "You deserve to treat yourself."  When Silver looked up and smiled, the princess continued with a put-on pout, "I don't need to make it an order, do I?"
"I always am willing to do your bidding," laughed the officer.  Then with lecherous intent, her hands reached for the exposed orbs and began caressing, stroking and fondling them.  Serval quickly felt arousal building in her body, though she did not want to give her hated enemy the satisfaction of knowing what those pleasurings were doing to her.  But having been weakened from the pounding her body had taken, and the mental torment from the pain, she quickly succumbed to those erotic feelings.  
Long, low moans, and stiffening and lengthening nipples told Silver that the brunette was ready to be dominated sexually.  The blonde removed her hands, bent forward and kissed Serval's right nipple, then the left, eliciting even more moans.  Next, starting at the base of the domes she began to lick the sensitve skin in a spiral pattern, working her way toward those circular areolae.  Depite biting her lip or clenching her teeth, Serval was unable to prevent more pleasure-filled moans escaping from deep within her chest.
After giving each stiffened bud a final lick, Silver decided a bit more punishment was in order.  With a groan of frustration, Serval looked down to see why the pleasuring had stopped.  At that instant, she saw a left uppercut from the blonde blast her right breast, causing her to cry out in pain.  That was the first in a series of punches on that punching bag that Silver targetted with abandon.  Stiff, straight punches from both hands pushed the nipple back into the firm flesh.  Uppercuts to the bottom, and hooks to the inside and outside of the succulent target deformed it and bounced it around on the brunette's chest.  When the traitor's reactions lessened, Silver subjected the other orb to the same kind of attention.
Silver then went back down to the abs.  At their last encounter, the speed and ferocity of the blonde's punches had been driven by rage at the thought of what might befall her princess at the hands of the brunette.  Now she carefully paced her punches.  This allowed the warizon to enjoy watching Serval's ab muscles quiver and her body shiver all the way down to her knees with each in the long series of wrecking ball blows that plowed home.  When a knee to the solar plexus explosively emptied the brunette's lungs, Ashlym released the hold allowing the traitor to slump to the floor in a heap.  Barely aware of her surroundings, Serval tried to crawl away, but could not get her arms and legs to work properly as she struggled to breathe.
After staring down at her battered foe, Silver looked up at Ashlym, and smiled.  Then with an embarassed shrug said softly, "I'm sorry, Princess.  I don't think I left enough of her for you to enjoy."
"Do not worry," Ashlym responded with a laugh.  "I'm just happy that I was able to see it and be part of it."  When Silver nodded, the princess continued, "I think she's a bit more aware than you think, so maybe you should finish her off."
"I'd be delighted."  With that enthusiastic acknowledgement, Silver took off her tunic and knelt down beside the brunette who still was lying on her side, continuing to writhe in pain.  After the blonde rolled the traitor over onto her back and knelt down on her hips, Serval feebly flailed her arms at her.  The officer easily knocked the limbs away and then plopped her breasts down onto Serval's face.  Gripping the carpet with her right, and the brunette's hair with her left hand to hold her face in the proper position, Silver let the weight of her 38DD's apply all the pressure needed as they had more than enough surface area to completely cover the traitor's mouth and nose.  Due to Serval's weakened condition, it didn't take long before the desperate but feeble movements of her head to free itself from its fleshy confines, ceased.  
Reluctantly, Silver lifted herself from atop her foe, and turned to the princess.  "I guess I really did go too far," she observed.  "I didn't get as much out of it as I had hoped."
"Well, do you mind if I find a way of having some fun with her?" Ashlym asked with a gleam in her eye.
"I'd be more than pleased to see you enjoy yourself," the warizon responded with a smile.  Ashlym then removed her gloves and her dress, and took Silver's place on the brunette's hips.  Next, she leaned forward and gently caressed Serval's face.  As the princess moved her hands down to traitor's neck and upper chest, she lightly began to kiss the brunette all over her face.  As Serval started to squirm and moan in response to the pleasurings, Ashlym's hands moved to the brunette's swollen spheres, and gently massaged and fondled them, which ellicited more long, low moans.  
"Ooooohh yes," cooed the princess in response.  "Now I know why Silver enjoys beating you so thoroughly," Ashlym taunted softly as she enjoyed the feel of those orbs in her hands.  The young royal continued caressing Serval's sacks until after another long moan the brunette opened her eyes.  Slowly focusing on the princess, the traitor groaned as she realized who was responsible for the spike in her arousal.  She turned her head away in disgust, but Ashlym was not going to let her off that easily.  The blonde got up from her comfortable throne, grabbed the brunette's wrists, and hauled her to her feet.  Still badly weakened, Serval was unable to offer much resistance as Ashlym forced her back up against a wall.
"Now that you're back with us, time for some more fun," said Ashlym.  Serval turned her head away again as the princess leaned in close.  Then the brunette gasped as she felt Ashlym's breasts gently pressing against her own.   Serval had to deal with renewed pain in her mounds as her tender tissues were squashed by the full, firm heavy ones of the princess.  The traitor pushed on the royal's shoulders to try and get the princess off of her to ease the pressure on her chest that was restricting her breathing, and adding to the discomfort in her orbs.  But she was too weak to get any relief until the Ashlym moved back out on her own.
For the next couple of minutes, the princess continued to the play this back and forth game, but didn't seem to be satisfied with it.  She then bent her knees, pressed her mounds against Serval's chest and pushed them up through the brunette's, causing her to gasp again.  Another jolt of pain in her brain had caused tendrils of arousal to extend down through her body.  The traitor bit her lower lip and shook her head as she tried to stave off the feeling.  Ashlym smiled when she saw the prisoner's discomfort, but still wanted more.
After taking a couple of steps back to briefly reassess the situation, Ashylm grabbed the brunette's wrists, and pinned them up against the wall above her shoulders.  The princess leaned in again, but this time swung her body from side to side.  This caused her breasts to hit the outside of the brunette's mounds.  Now Serval had to deal with the pain of Ashlym's heavy orbs hitting hers, and her own knockers knocking against each other.  Very quickly, arousal and pain coursed through her body.  Finally seeing the reaction she wanted, the blonde began to swing her body faster, increasing the force of the blows from her breasts.  Soon, the smacking of her spheres became more than Serval could handle.  Head back, the former warizon cried out as a powerful orgasm shook her body. 
"Wow!!"  The princess turned to see Silver hopping on her toes, laughing and clapping.  Ashlym grinned, then turned back to her captive.  Serval was moaning, head down as she hung in the blonde's grip, her legs no longer able to support her.  Still holding the wrists, the princess pulled the traitor away from the wall, and gently eased her to the floor.  She shifted so that she was kneeling over Serval's face, then looked up at Silver and nodded.  As the officer dropped down to the floor and knelt in front of the royal, the princess made herself comfortable on the brunette's face.
"Oh, yeah!!" exclaimed Ashlym as she felt Serval's head moving from side to side, rubbing against the tops of her inner thighs and her nether regions.  A shudder passed through her body when she felt Silver's fingers lightly stroking her face.  The princess began to moan with pleasure as Silver's hands made their way down her neck, and across the top of her towering treasures.  As the officer fondled and caressed those magnificent mounds, the young royal began to gyrate faster and faster on the brunette's face.  Ashlym's arousal peaked as Silver went from playing with those points to kissing and licking them.  It didn't take very long before, with a screaming wail, the princess experienced her own orgasm.  Her body shook as sweetness overflowed her panties and covered the brunette's face.  Ashlym rested on her 'throne' for a couple of minutes before Silver helped lift her to her feet.  After engaging in a long, celebratory kiss, the princess and the warizon officer stood arm in arm as they looked down with satisfaction on the slicked, slack face of the unconscious traitor.

Following the feast the next evening for the conclusion of the festival, Silver was revelling in the adoration of her fellow warizons for an honour bestowed on her by Queen Aphrodylia.  It had taken her awhile to get free so that she could congratulate Cdr. Etynal Naelida, who also had been decorated that evening for her roll in protecting the tribe and the royal family during the recent crisis.  With a big smile, she approached her leader, wanting to repeat the recent show of affection that they had shared.  But, she stopped herself when she saw the powerful blonde approach with an expressionless face.  Instead, she saluted smartly and stood at attention.
"You are to come with me, immediately," Etynal stated simply after she returned the salute.
For the briefest instance, Silver thought she spotted something in the commander's eyes, but it was gone far too quickly for her to be sure.  Now seeing expectation in her leader, she gathered herself and responded, "Yes commander."  Smartly, the chief warizon spun and walked out of the room knowing that her protege would have given anything to see the look on her face.  But all the junior officer could do was hurry to catch up.
The chief warizon led her protege to a part of the palace that usually was reserved for the queen.  Not only was Silver confused by this, but also by the music she heard coming from the room.  As Etynal opened the door and indicated that she was to enter, the young officer recognized it as the last part of the piece that she had written for the princess.  But the blonde warizon also remembered that she hadn't had an opportunity to finish playing it the day they had subjected Xanora to the doubling.  When the junior officer walked further into the room, she saw Ashlym's bare left hand fingering the notes on a string instrument.
"Hi, Princess Ash -- "  The music suddenly stopped.
"At attention, Junior Combat Officer Silver Stayven," ordered the princess quietly. "Your complete focus on the performance is required."  Obeying the order, Silver silently stared straight ahead as Ashlym went back to playing the stringed instrument.  The warizon was so focused on trying to hold her position while listening to the moving music that she was unaware that the commander had left and shut the door behind her.  
When the piece was finished, Ashlym put the instrument and bow down, then  picked up a silk glove for her left hand and put it on.  Next, the princess grabbed the bow with her silk-gloved right hand, stood up, and walked sensuously toward the blonde officer.  Despite the many times they had been together, Silver always found herself overwhelmed by the fierceness of the young royal's eroticism whenever the princess wanted her.  Now that sensation was even more overpowering because since her promotion, they had not had the opportunity to spend much time together.  So even with her intimate knowledge every curve of Ashlym's delectable body, all Silver could do now was gulp.  And despite the fact she was staring straight ahead trying to stay at attention, the blonde officer's field of view was filled with the powerfully sexy vision of the tribal heir in a blue sleeveless dress, open in the front down to the navel, and barely containing the young royal's crown jewels.
"Now that I've finished the song you wrote for me," Ashlym purred, "I am going to complete tonight's performance with a piece of music I've written for you.  And I'm going to play it on a special instrument."
Silver needed extra focus to stay at attention as she remembered that her performance of that piece of music had been interrupted by the events of the doubling.  Also, she was unsure of the meaning of Ashlym's words about another song on a special instrument.  But part of the mystery was revealed when the princess gently lifted the bow towards the officer's head, and slowly, lightly began stroking it across the golden locks, then down the left side of the warizon's face.
Suddenly, the memory of what had been happening when they were interrupted flooded Silver's mind, and the meaning of the young royal's words became clear.  So despite her training and discipline, Silver gasped when the rod once again was played across the left side of her neck.  Ashlym continued to play long, slow strokes, under her jaw, then up over her chin and around her lips.  Finally, the bow was slid back down the left side of her neck, over her shoulder, and across her shoulder blade.  As it was pulled out between her left arm and breast, the blonde's knees began to tremble.
When Ashlym had pulled the bow free, she looked up at her champion and smiled.  Seeing the warizon's struggles to stay at attention, her grin grew wider.  A sultry glide brought the young royal in behind the officer, then she pressed her breasts right up against Silver's back, eliciting a moan of delight.  Again using long, slow strokes, the princess slid the bow across the bottom of the warizon's thighs, and worked her way up those limbs covered by a dress uniform skirt to the matching jacket covering the abs to the lower part of the ribcage, just below the officer's mammoth mounds.
The more the princess 'played' her, the more difficult Silver found it to stay at attention.  When the bow reached the top of her thighs, Silver's powerful quads began to quiver.  As the rod teasingly worked its way up her body, the warizon knew that she could not hold her regimented position very much longer.  As she felt the pressure of the jacket on her swelling breasts increasing because of the bow, the blonde gave in and let herself lean back onto the royal rack.  
"I don't recall permitting you to be at ease," Ashlym taunted huskily into Silver's left ear as she moved her left hand to her 'instrument's' belly.  "No matter," she whispered, "it will make it easier to 'play' you."  As the young royal continued bowing, the warizon's breathing rate began to increase.  A long throaty moan passed the officer's lips the first time the fibres skimmed across the part of the jacket that was straining to cover her heaving bosom.  Silver began panting heavily again as the fibres played across her stiffened nipples that were pushing out through her clothes.  As the princess continued to use the bow to play the top, bottom, and insides and outsides of those golden globes, the warizon alternated between lovingly stroking Ashlym's thighs, and tightly gripping them whenever she felt that her knees were about to give way.
"The end," Ashlym cooed softly into Silver's right ear as she drew the bow one last time across the officer's protruding buds.
"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"  The warizon's moan of pleasure turned to a groan of frustration at the young royal's pronoucement, and the fact that her stiffened nipples were no longer in contact with the fibres.  With a smile, Ashlym tossed the bow aside and gently clasped the officer's right hand in her own, and drew it up behind her own neck.  Appreciative of the message, the warizon immediately began stroking the young royal's neck underneath those long, flowing blonde 
locks.  When Silver gently pulled on Ashlym's neck, the princess brought her mouth to the warizon's neck not covered by the collar of the blouse and hungrily licked and kissed it.
Moans from both blondes filled the air as their caressings and fondlings became more and more urgent.  Looking to feed the eroticism welling up in her body, Silver threw her head back to give the princess even more neck to pleasure.  And Ashlym eagerly took advantage by urgently tasting the additional exposed skin.  While the young royal continued to press or rub Silver's belly with her left hand, she now brought her right hand up to cup, lift and gently squeeze the warizon's full right breast.  Her fingers playfully pinched and twirled the officer's stiffened buds bringing longer moans from deep within Silver's chest.  Suddenly, the warizon's legs gave way completely.  If not held securely in Ashlym's grip, the officer would have fallen to the floor.  Wrapping an arm around her lover's waist, the princess carefully guided Silver to a bed, and stretched her out on her back.
As Ashlym climbed onto the officer's hips, the two blondes stared deeply into each other's eyes.  Slowly, button by button, the princess opened the warizon's jacket.  Working together, they removed it, then the young royal tossed it off to the side.  As the young royal began to undo the buttons of her champion's tunic to expose the treasures beneath, she was thrilled when Silver threw her head back and thrust her chest up to bring it as close to Ashlym as possible.
"After all the times we've been together, I'm still overwhelmed by how beautiful you are," Ashlym whispered huskily while accepting the largese.  The princess used the gloved fingers of her right hand to tenderly stroke the warizon's face, then slowly moved down Silver's neck to the top of her chest, between those magnificent mounds to her belly button, and back up again.  The champion squirmed and moaned in response to the petting.  After sliding her hand down again, instead of coming all the way back up, the princess gently cupped the officer's left orb with her right hand.  Ashlym then fondled and caressed the full, heavy breast flesh, eliciting long, low moans of pleasure from deep within Silver's chest.  The young royal then switched her attention to the warizon's right breast, using the fingers of her left hand to gently knead and massage as they teasingly made their way to the pointed pleasure peak.
Ashlym continued to alternate between both breasts while Silver squirmed and moaned underneath her.  The princess then removed the elbow-length silk gloves, and used one to play over the stretched skin of the swollen spheres, further stoking the warizon's fiery arousal.  As she continued to caress those luscious lobes, she thought about what it would feel like to punch them, and those smooth, silk-skinned, rock hard abs.  
Silver began to pant heavily in response to her benefactor's expert touch.  While she did enjoy being on top during her encounters with the princess, being submissive to the gorgeous tribal heir as she was now always seemed more thrilling.  And as Ashlym continued her pleasurings, the warizon's mind suddenly flashed back to the demolishing of Xanora.  Eyes closed, Silver remembered wondering what it would be like to be the recipient of those hammering fists.  "I want you to punch my belly and breasts."  
The officer's eyes popped open when she felt Ashlym suddenly stop her caressing.  She saw the princess staring down at her with a surprised look that slowly morphed into a smile.  As Silver looked up into her benefactor's bemused eyes, she realized that she actually had spoken aloud.  The princess did not believe that she had heard what she heard, but the shocked look on the warizon's face indicated that her vindicator had not intended to utter that secret thought.  The bashful blonde officer was about to turn her head away when she noticed the young royal's grin grow even wider.
"During all those times we sparred, and you taught me those fighting techniques," Ashlym gushed, "I wondered what it would be like just to be able to pound on your beautiful body."
"Help me, please," requested Silver as she began to try and remove her tunic.  The princess eagerly leaned forward and assisted the officer in taking off the garment, and tossed it on the floor.  The warizon then reached her hands over her head and tightly grip the sheets.  Thrilled that she had a willing target, Ashlym propped herself up onto her left leg and grasped Silver's left arm with her right hand to brace herself.  She then brought her left fist up into a punching position.  Seeing the pleading look in the fighter's eyes, the young royal propelled that fist down onto the velvet skin covering her champion's rock-hard midsection.
An explosive grunt passed the warizon's lips as the air was blasted from her body.  Silver's head jerked to the right as her grip on the sheets loosened, and she gasped to refill her lungs with air.  With nerves trilling all through her body, the warizon retightend her grip on the sheets, and took another deep breath so that the princess could pound her again.  
Pleased with the effect of her first blow to her champion's abs, Ashlym fired off four more well-spaced shots to the same spot.  She then settled herself back down onto Silver's thighs.  Now, the young royal used both fists as she carefully timed her punches to make the pounding last as long as possible.  The princess revelled in the 
sight of Silver's dirigibles raggedly lifting and falling with the sounds of air being forced
from her chest and the warizon's desperate gasping to regain her breath, as well as the feeling of the blonde's powerful quads rubbing against the insides of her thighs as the officer's body jerked with each blow.
Silver could not believe how wonderful it felt to be on the receiving end of her benefactor's punches.  But as the pain and the number of blows piled up, she was finding it more and more difficult to get air back into her lungs.  She was afraid that she was going to pass out from this delicious destruction.  As if reading her mind, Ashlym stopped punching and leaned back to watch the warizon's struggles.  Then she leaned in and tenderly kissed her champion, who returned the buss as best as her oxygen-starved body would permit.
Then the princess broke the embrace and straightened up.  Her eyes focused on Silver's spheres that once again seemed to be arching up towards her.  Playfully, the blonde royal lightly slapped the outsides of those fun bags, which resulted in "uhs", "ahs", and "ohs" of pleasure to come from the young officer's puckered lips.  Ashlym slowly increased the speed and force she used with each blow, then suddenly clenched her hands and drilled punches straight to the nipple of each breast.  Silver cried out in pain as her body jerked with each blow.  The young officer's body and breasts bounced around as she struggled to maintain her grip on the sheets, trying to make herself a stable target.  But the princess was so focused, she didn't have any difficulty getting her fists to land wherever she wanted.  Enjoying the feeling of the blows deforming and reshaping the warizon's dense love lumps, Ashlym began to punch even harder and faster.
When Silver seemed to become numb to the pain, the young royal returned to pounding the abs.  So caught up in the feeling of domination, Ashlym was having a hard time pausing long enough between blows so that she could stretch things out.  The princess then began to target Silver's belly and breasts randomly to try and force the warizon's body and mind to deal with the unexpected.  But her punches were so heavy, and she had thrown so many of them, that eventually even the superbly trained, well-conditioned body of the warizon could handle no more.  A punch just above the belly button produced a strangled grunt, and the princess felt a flash of heat underneath her.  She looked at Silver's face and saw that her head was still and turned to one side, and that her grip on the bedsheet had relaxed completely.  With a smile, Ashlym stretched out on her back on the bed beside her champion.  Then she gently slipped her arm under the blonde officer's back and drew her in close, so that the warizon's peaceful, relaxed face was pillowed on her comfortable chest cushions.
Feeling a stirring, Ashlym opened her eyes and looked in that direction.  Seeing the warizon's smiling face looking down at her, she suddenly realized that she must have dozed off.  Before she could do or say anything, Silver gently grasped the young royal's shoulders and pulled her on top of her as the warizon rolled over onto her back.  Then the young officer looked up at her benefactor and smiled.  In response, the princess shifted so that she again was kneeling over Silver's hips, and smiled back.  Then she slowly moved her hands to her champion's head.  The left one lightly played with those golden locks, while the fingers of the right lovingly traced over her paramour's eyes, cheek and lips, causing Silver to pant with pleasure. 
When the princess stopped to shift position, Silver sighed, "Why are so good to me?"
"Why am I so lucky to have the tribe's most beautiful warizon so devoted to me?" Ashlym responded as she gazed down lovingly at her champion.  She then slowly pulled her dress off over her head.  The warizon hungrily licked her lips at the sight of the imperial jewels being uncovered.  "I am so going to enjoy rewarding you now for your loyalty -- and your love."  
The young royal then leaned forward on her hands and knees, and tenderly brushed the triggers of her submarine mines over Silver's forehead, eyelids, and then finally lowered her voluminous volumes down to the warizon's mouth.  After teasingly tracing her stiffened buds around and across the officer's puckered mouth, she pulled her body back.  Not wanting to be denied, Silver twisted her body to bring her face underneath the right giant juicy jug, and pushed her head up to it.  Ashlym spent the couple of moments playfully keeping herself up and out of reach, then slowly lowered herself down so that the warizon could lick and suck on the extended bud.
Silver feasted for a couple of minutes, then switched to the left one.  She continued to switch back and forth, feasting and enjoying while above her the young royal moaned with pleasure.  When the warizon paused to catch her breath, the princess leaned forward, lowered her head, and lovingly bussed her champion on the forehead.  She then proceeded to plant a number of light pecks on the warizon's eyelids and nose, before they both engaged in a long, amourous, liplock. 
When the embrace was broken, the princess sat back on Silver's hips, then the blondes again stared deeply into each other's eyes.  Next, Silver reached up to put her hands on the back of Ashlym's shoulders to bring the young royal down on top of her.  They wrapped their arms around each other and hugged tightly.  The embrace was broken when the princess changed position so that she could stretch out her legs on top of her champion's powerful thighs. 
As they engaged in another long kiss, Silver shifted underneath her princess so that she could wrap her legs around the royal.  Ashlym then pushed up a little on her arms so that she could brush her stiff, extended nipples against the equally hard buds of the warizon, and trace patterns across the super sensitive skin of Silver's swollen spheres.  With both of them moaning from heightened arousal, the princess slowly began to increase the amount of pressure between the pairs of love cushions.  As the royal started rubbing in circular patterns, Silver pushed her chest up and wrapped her arms around Ashlym's back to further increase the pressure of the contact.
Getting more and more excited, Ashlym thrust her hips down and forward so that their pubic mounds pressed and rubbed together.  As the princess also continued to push down with her breasts, she put more and more pressure on Silver's chest.  This made it increasingly difficut for the warizon to breath, further fueling her eroticism.  As that blissful feeling began to overwhelm her, the officer let her arms fall to her sides on the bed.  When Ashlym started to push her breasts up through Silver's, the level of arousal in the bodies of both Aurorae climbed sharply.  The pushing, pressing and rubbing continued until Ashlym and Silver screamed out the simultaneous orgasms that surged through their bodies.