Birds fly, fish swim, and Perv fucked.
He dominated women like a shark ate chum. It was simply in his nature, and she loved him for it. She would never try to change it about him, but she did want to win.
She wanted him to want her, and to do that, she needed to be special. She understood her standing. She was beautiful, but it was not like Perv lacked beautiful women at his beck and call. She was a princess but her status was outshined by an heir to the throne like Rose. Beta and Epsilon had their talents, connections and combat skills. Even though Alexia had wasted most of her life swinging a sword she couldn't match any of them. She needed to find her own way to stay relevant. To do this she wanted give her Master what he wanted, and she knew, he wanted more sluts to fuck and pound.
And looking at Iris, Alexia knew that her sister would be one hell of a prize for the man. And bringing Iris in would make Alexia different from other women. She was sure her Master would love pounding the two royal sisters together. And Iris, though beautiful, wasn't a challenge to Alexia's position. To be honest her sister was too much of a brute. But she was still a gorgeous princess and her blood related sister, something no other of his sluts could offer.
And that was why she decided to drug her sister's tea. She glanced down at it, smiling at the shimmering amber-colored drink, sweetened with a bit of honey.
Her Master had used the drug in larger quantities to have the women be hot and horny in a matter of minutes, but Alexia had wanted to experiment on just how much was needed to help turn a woman docile and lustful.
A bit of a science experiment for her Master. She was sure he would welcome her efforts.
Over the course of a week, Alexia had snuck the drug in small doses to her sister. Today was a new day, another meeting, and another dosage of the white dust.
"Never a dull moment for us, huh?" Iris smiled.
"Nothing you're too surprised by, I'm sure. We both know how heavy the world can be on our shoulders," Alexia smiled. "Though, in all honesty, I fear you may have even more weighing on you."
"I'm sorry?" her sister blinked, raising her brow.
"Oh, I apologize. I just worry you do too much. You are a single woman and an heir to the throne. You have so much to endure, and I fear I cannot do enough to help you with it all."
"I assure you, dear sister," Iris smiled. "I am more than capable of enduring whatever fate has in store for me." She pushed out her chest, an attempt to show her strength and bravery, though for her sister, all she did was remind Alexia at how large her chest was.
It was a charming sight, though, Alexia continued her point.
"All the same, you should find time to rest. Relax. Find some time to realize yourself as a woman. Perhaps, find a lucky man to call your husband?" she smirked. "Or any man at all before father steps in and does it for you."
That earned a strange look from the other woman. "Ah, I get that response enough from other men. I don't need to hear it from my own sister."
"Oh, I'm sure those men have the best intentions." Alexia sneered. "Well, if even you noticed their intention then they really are too dumb to be worthy of your time. But there must be a man worthy of your feelings. Who knows, maybe he is even closer than you expect?"
She sent her sister a seemingly baseless encouragement.
"I'm not so sure," Iris replied, crossing her arms under her large breasts, lifting them up without really meaning to.
Alexia glanced down at them, her smile growing ever so slightly, before she continued. "Well, I am. You know, most men don't have good intentions for us. Horny dogs, aiming far too high for their capabilities. But not all of them are like that. Some are different from these stupid animals. They want to help girls, like us. True gentlemen, if you ask me."
Gentlemen? Iris scoffed at the very idea. She had dealt with more than enough so-called 'gentlemen' like that before in her life and none of them had ever lived up to their reputation. Because of that she would like to leave them where they laid. In the past.
But, why was her sister bringing this up? Why was she defending them?
"I highly doubt those men had noble intentions."
"Maybe, but are you sure? What if you just haven't met the right man yet?" Alexia asked. "I mean, let's be honest with ourselves. Men are the ones running the world. It's a man's world, we're just living in it. Our utmost effort should be to present ourselves to the most outstanding gentleman available. Don't you think so?"
Iris blinked. She didn't know what to say at first. She blinked again, parting her lips, but her sister held up her hand. "Ah, I apologize. I'm probably just talking nonsense. I've just been talking to some friends as of late. Please, sister. Ignore me."
"Ah, a-as you wish..."
But this would not be the last time Alexia would bring it up. Nor was it even the first. She was just beginning to be a little less subtle about it.
Alexia wanted to show Iris her place. She wanted to show her sister that she, just like Alexia herself, belonged to their superiors. Men. Even as Princesses, they were beneath men.
Just some more than others.
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