It felt wrong that she thought that, even if it was only a thought and not her intention at all.
No, he was under her.
Oh, that was worse.
He was.
He was...
"What is it?"he asked."Your face, you seem panicked.If you are uncomfortable, princess, I will redress, and we can step away.I do not--"
"I hate being a princess."
"Why?"
"Here I am, admiring your beauty, and I'm supposed to be lost in this moment of the passion of how incredible you look beneath me, and I suddenly feel ashamed."
"Because I am the enemy?"
"Because 'beneath' means---"
"That I am under you, here on this ship's wing.Nothing more."
She shook her head."It is ingrained in me, I fear.That no matter what I try to do, I will always see others as above or below my station of importance, and that is a horrible place to be--to be worried about that, rather than what is truly important."It felt horrible just saying it out loud that those things were in her mind.Yet it also felt good to say them to someone who was in no way connected to the Empire, to get the words out and be able to freely express herself.
And not be taken away by what she thought and judging the situation purely from her own perspective and not from what was expected of her.
"These ideals you feel, were you taught them?"
"Yes, from youth.Probably birth, in all honesty.It is part of the princess's position.Everything is absolutely clear on who is of importance and why they are this or that or the other.And everyone else is beneath you--"
"So you learned these concepts."
She nodded.
"And then you can unlearn them as well.Recognizing damaged protocols is the first way to fix them."
"Protocols?"
"Thoughts.Programming.Predetermined trajectories of mental rational.They can all be redirected."
His words punched straight to the heart of the situation, and it soothed her in a way that not many could have.He was right, in all the ways, and she was foolish for letting all of her life of doctrine and rules dominate her so intently.
He stroked her hip."And your being above me only has to mean at this moment right now, where I savor your touch, and you dominate and torture me with your caresses."
Then he said stuff like that, and she was yanked back into the moment and out of her headspace."You really know how to talk to a female."
"I know how to talk to you."
She stroked him again, this time, finger to the flesh, and stroked the thick cock she'd been admiring thus far.
"Do you now?"
He growled again.
She wrapped her hand around him."Are you sure?"
"Impetuous," he whispered as he grabbed her.
