Cameltoe by Cameltoe

Rare was the opportunity to leave the safe confines of her home. Princess Cerise Silhouette leaped at the chance, left in the tender care of the high priestess, Somnambula. The pair of them left the capital of her homeland, out into a sea of dunes that made up the desert.

Underneath the baking afternoon sun, they rode atop a camel bred to carry two riders. Both bounced atop their mount, Somnambula at the front, with her hands at the reins. Occasionally, they would stop to rest in what shade they could find and drink from a canteen.

"Almost there princess," said Somnambula, the pair dressed in hooded tan cloaks.

"I'll be okay," assured Cerise with a wide smile. Unused to travel, her buns were sore, and she rubbed at the charcoal derriere barely contained by her skimpy, two-piece dancer's costume. Soulful, reddish pink eyes went wide to take in the barren expanse, the air visibly warped under heatwaves. Twintails of a mane that matched her eye color were cast back with her hood. She squeaked in wonder. "Say, what's that? Could it really be...?"

She'd heard about mirages, but the oasis surrounded by palm trees proved real. "The spirits guided us here," explained Somnambula to her. "They look upon us favorably, and wish to keep us safe. Come." Stood under the clump of tree's shade, she undid her cloak and allowed it to pool at her bare feet, the priestess also dressed in no more than a scanty two-piece costume.

That too Somnambula undid. A top that already revealed a mass of underboob raised by her hands, her heavy tits lifted, then dropped once fully exposed in a bounce. They smacked and wobbled before they settled, each tit capped by wide, pink areola. Her nipples stiffened under a soft breeze that caressed them, each perky tip lined in a thin slit to produce milk.

Next she bent over, hooked her fingers into the hem of the bottom piece, and wiggled her hips and ass to shimmy out of them. Her plush asscheeks were exposed, the piece drawn down to expose her mound and slit, before the piece slid down to her ankles. She stepped out of her costume, entirely denuded, her plume fully outstretched and flexed.

Dipping her toes into the cool waters, she called over her shoulder, "Come on in, princess. The water's warm." She waded in further, until the pool came up past her knees.

With a hard swallow, Cerise cast aside her cloak, her suppleness hardly contained by a bikini-style outfit that pinched her plush, dark skin, coated in a thin coat of fur. She undid the strings of her top, which allowed her tits to swing free, her bright pink areola already hard. Next came the bottom piece, her soft rump exposed to the tender breeze.

Soon she drifted beside the handmaiden into the bath, a subdued moan released once the liquids enveloped her. Somnambula's wing plucked a bar of soap from her bag, which she wetted and used to lather up Cerise's comely curves. "Oh...oh wow..."

Any tautness in her muscles relaxed, her shapeliness shiny beneath the suds that ran down each contour, sculpted to perfection by her dancing. She closed her eyes and fluttered her lashes, feeling the maternal crush of Sommy's bosom press into her back's curve.

Palms encircled her pendulous breasts, which Sommy massaged in circular, opposite directions. Her moans increased in volume, particularly when the priestess used her thumbs to help knead and pich her erect nipples. She huffed and panted under her expert touch, felt her sex moisten and wink under the pool, her hips and ass pressed back to meet Sommy's crotch, the princess wishful for a day when a noble stud would lay claim to her maidenhood.

A hand released one tit, snak lower down her tummy, until it brushed over her marehood. One finger traced the puffy pussy, over the inflamed, meaty pink lips, up-and-down in slow strokes while she teased at her entrance until a heart-shaped clitoris peeked from its hood.

"T-take me," pleaded Cerise in a needy whimper.

"As you command, my princess." Somnambula splashed her down to wash away the soap, walked her to the sandy shore under the shade, and bent Cerise forward, the princess left to rest on her hands, her succulent rump raised upward before Sommy's snout.

Sommy's hands rested on each buttcheek, then pried the buns wide open, the hot pink of her puckered asshole and slick pussy revealed to her. She took a sniff of her feminine musk with a flare of her nostrils, then planted a pair of tender kisses on her hot rectum and cunt.

Cerise wheezed, winked her sex, and splashed a thin trail of feminine lubricant on Sommy's snout, which would usually coat a stallion's cock to help work it up for imminent penetration. An admittance that she was fertile, and wished to be bred to completion.

A tongue stroked around the rim of her sphincter, traced it in lazy circles, then pressed deep inside and drove her backdoor wide open. Gradually Sommy probed her depths, Cerise left to squirm and whine, her ass pressed back into her servant's snout as she explored her.

The princess dug into the sands, curled her toes, and shamelessly moaned, her buttcheeks kneaded in circles as her ass was ravenously eaten. She winked faster, harder, sprayed more small streams across Sommy's maw that she swallowed down, the excess dripped over her chin. The princess tasted honey-sweet like her voice each time she marked her.

Wanting a more direct taste, Somnambula withdrew. A pouty whine escaped Cerise, replaced by a pitched moan once Sommy dove directly into her royal canal. Her slimy birth canal, prodded and licked clean by the priestess, squeezed around the invasive muscle.

Deep as possible Sommy plunged, her tongue mashed into Cerise's cervix, which gushed girly goo from her slippery womb. She traced her tongue in different directions, poked at her spony g-spot, which made Cerise hump back to meet her servant, desperate for release as she leaked directly into Sommy's mouth. "I'm...I'm so close," she warned her.

Unable to answer with a mouthful of royal pussy, not to mention the rump enclosed around her face when Somnambula snout-fucked her, she used a thumb to rub Cerise's clit while she relentlessly attacked her weak points. Her charcoal ass mashed harder into her face.

"F-fuck...!" Cerise rarely cursed, and certainly not so brazenly, but her walls crashed down, the fire built in her core left to billow after Sommy stoked it with wild abandon. Her pussy winked and squeezed around the maw buried up her cunt, unable to hold back ahymore.

Somnambula closed her eyes and drank down the squirts that flooded her mouth. She thirsted to drink the princess dry, felt her slick, sweet nectar fill her belly with warmth.

Blast-after-blast drenched Sommy's face and tits, fur and curves sticky and soaked by her releases. Her own lower holes clenched in need, particularly her winky cunt.

Cerise's moans died down while she rode out the last of her climax. Finally, Sommy withdrew, maw still connected to the presented pussy by threads of mixed saliva and womanly slickness. "Th-thank you so much, Sommy! That was-"

"Satisfactory?" Somnambula smiled and licked her lips.

"Want me to-"

"Always so thoughtful, my princess. But no, I am content to serve." She embraced Cerise to her bosom once the maiden turned to meet her. "Shall we be on our way?"

"Sure. Just need to clean up and redress!" They took a moment to bathe once more, toweled themselves off, and then redressed before they clambered back onto a camel.

Away from her county, Somnambula was practically her 'Sommy mommy' in place of Inky Rose. Unfortunately she lacked a stand-in for her father on this trip, but with luck she would encounter one of her brothers soon? She couldn't wait to see what Ashen Dunes was up to!

Within the next couple of hours, civilization finally loomed into view.