I Reincarnated As My Waifu, What Do? 8

We would travel from the capital to the Duchy of Silicia, which comprised the Earldom of Silicia proper, the island that Father's Father had built a land bridge to and conquered nearly sixty years ago, and the Earldom of Caraibo, which had the country's finest white sand beaches, and was set up almost entirely as the country's leisure hub. 

I was shocked, in my studies of the land, to see how much the Earldom of Caraibo had managed to wrangle from the crown. Financial and economic support and advertising, in several different ways, as well as in the end even patronizing its establishments, as Father most likely had decided he wanted a vacation where he could visit the casinos Caraibo had to offer.

Some of which the crown owned partially, due to our investments in them. Not that father knew - he was a silent partner, so to speak, and the owners of those establishemnts apparently had made it a point to make their reports as boring and dry as possible, ensuring Father would never spend his time reading them and informing himself.

Well, at least most of them paid their dues, paid the agreed upon taxes, and technically held to their agreement. It's just father had signed an agreement to forfeit his profits if he didn't claim them within a certain period of time, and said profits would be reinvested into development of the Casinos and Caraibo as a whole. With some aid from my handmaidens I was able to gather up documents, and based on the last five years of report, if we accounted for everything that father had invested in Caraibo, the crown owned roughly fifty eight percent or so of all of Caraibo.

All of it. From businesses to quite a few of the Barons' own mansions, and even an entire residential district, all of it bought, paid for and developed with the crown's money and even sometimes directly out of pocket by father, even if unintentionally. 

It really was a disaster just how much we'd been effectively fleeced to develop this place. But, well... I couldn't be seen presenting all this information to father.

I stretched my limbs and back, leaning back on my chair, groaning as my body was finally allowed to limber up after hours of being bent over a desk, as my helpers brought any document they thought could possibly be relevant to me. 

Fortunately, they were also quite eager to keep me from developing pains, as they'd spent much of their time rubbing my shoulders, helping me remain sane and healthy with the odd massages, and even some kisses and caresses when boredom was getting to me. I had been forced to reject Jeannette's offer to remain between my legs for the duration of my work.

I know myself, and I know I would've been able to focus on little other than the delicious feeling of her service. 

But finally, I was done, and the information was compiled. Probably not enough to act upon, but certainly enough to start making trouble for the business owners at Caraibo that had been stealing the crown's money for their own selfish ends. I also carefully altered the evidence of the money that had been spent creating housing, and disguised most of it as charitative spending by the crown, and in particular, put the blame on myself, having spent the crown's money on a whim.

With some degree of luck, father could use these documents to have the crown assume ownership of most of the residences built with its money, and I could beg him to be put in charge of them. The people living there had done nothing wrong, and they were likely getting extorted by the nobility, that had stolen the crown's money to build up their fiefdoms.

A full day's hard work was coming to an end, and I saw Yvette enter my study, carrying something. 

On my feet now, I turned to greet her, and saw that she brought with her a hanger, one meant specifically to show off the strangely shaped piece of cloth that-

"Is that a swimsuit?" I asked, a bit suspicious. It didn't look like a swimsuit. It looked like a pair of panties with two strips of cloth tied to the side, oddly shaped at that.  I frowned as she raised it. It was sort of like someone had reduced a one piece swimsuit to the absolute least amount of fabric it could ever need.

It was of a glossy red color, and I didn't need skills in appraisal to tell it was extremely high quality, waterphobic fabric. Enchanted, even. 

"Indeed, my lady," Yvette commented. "It is the swimsuit that your father had commissioned for you, that you may enjoy the seas and be fully safe and protected from any of its denizens. It is composed entirely of mana cloth, and it is enchanted with as many beneficial magics as we could fit within it."

Which, if it was all mana cloth, was probably quite a lot. "That's- Mana cloth is super expensive," I said, and it was - it was likely that the very small amount of fabric contained in that swimsuit had cost as much as a house, if not more so. Even the greatest of armors usually contained only strips of mana cloth to hold enchantments in place. 

"Well, yes, that is why it is so small," Yvette replied. "And not because I was the one to design it. Certainly."

I frowned, dubiously. "Yvette..." I said, sighing.

Well... I couldn't deny that I wasn't blind to my body's effectiveness as an asset.  Not when so many men followed me thanks to their desire for it. Not when I enjoyed their lusts and hunger for me as frequently and as thoroughly as I did. 

I suppose, in the end, it makes sense that I would wear something like that. However... "Is father okay with this?"

"The King has expressed his wholehearted approval of our efforts," Yvette said, neutrally.

I raised an eyebrow, she was being facetious, but I would let it go. It was clear that she had worked hard on the outfit, and I would feel bad if I didn't at least try it out to see what it was like. "Would you two he-"

Before I was done, my simple dress was ripped off of my body and thrown into a corner of my study, landing over the bin for useless papers, leaving me in nothing but my panties and bra, which quickly followed suit. I barely had time to raise my legs, Jeannette was so fast in pulling down my panties that I almost felt them vanish off my skin. 

Once I was totally naked, Yvette got on her knees before me - unabashedly sneaking a peek at my privates - and offered me the bottoms, spread so that I may put my feet in the holes. Rolling my eyes, I followed the direction, stepping into the skimpy swimsuit's bottom part, and allowing Yvette to pull it up until the crotch part of it touched my nether region.

It felt strangely... different, to wear, than normal cloth. It felt incredibly comfortable, almost intensely so. The enchantments upon it quickly came into play, as I was filled with a strangely potent energy. Power circulated into and through me, and I felt the enchantments take place. The most prominent, being...

"This thing is enchanted to keep my hair perfect at all times?" I asked, incredulous. It was now considered mine, which meant my privilege was running a tally of all the effects that the enchantments provided. Mostly in the realm of reducing all sorts of incoming damage, improving my physical abilities in general, remaining clean and self repairing - honestly, I was considering just wearing the damn thing permanently as the only underwear I'd need from now on just because of the enchantments it had upon it and how comfortable it was -  but there were some definitely odd ones in there.

"Yes, a princess must always have a perfect appearance, and always be the idol and love of the masses," Yvette explained. "My princess, you are the most beautiful among all who live, I will never be satisfied until the world acknowledges this, and your appearance is a gift and blessing to be shared upon the land and its people," the maid said, fervently, almost zealous, it was actually a bit scary even.

"I agree," Jeannette said, behind me, grabbing the strips of cloth of my swimsuit, that were resting limply at the sides, and bringing them up. They had a slightly thicker, bigger and wider part that curiously perfectly went over where my nipples were, as the strips were raised vertically over my chest. It fit perfectly, and I knew the enchantment present in them would prevent any wardrobe malfunction. Tying them was a courtesy, once they were on my nipples, they wouldn't come off unless I allowed them to.

Jeannette tied the ends of the red strips behind my neck, and the swimsuit was complete then... it left my back and buttocks almost fully exposed. I looked over myself, and before I knew it, Yvette had brought a mirror from somewhere and was now holding it for me to explore my own appearance, appraise myself.

It was... undoubtedly an erotic design.

It was of a solid red color, that brought to mind the idea of passion and heat, and the bottoms were composed of a tiny red thong, that rode high on my waist, revealing the entirety of my buttcheeks and thighs, and I was almost embarrassed by how fat and thick it made my lower body look. 

"Oh, your highness," Yvette moaned as I inspected myself.

Jeannette giggled. 

The upper halfo f the swimsuit was no less erotic. My entire back was uncovered, only two strings of cloth connected the swimsuit to the front, nothing going up. And the front? The front was clearly designed not to hide or cover my breasts, but to expose them. To hide just my nipples, and to entice people by showing just enough to make people wonder what I was hiding.

Jeannette's hands landed on my large breasts, and she began to play with them. "Princess, may I, may I!?" she begged, enthusiastically, fondling me from behind.

Yvette moaned, one of her hands teasing at her lower section.

I was... I was definitely feeling it, myself, but... My senses expanded, and I took in the people around us. I had subverted enough people now that I could generally afford to keep my people around me on a semi permanent basis, without really compromising my surveilance network all over the palace. In particular, three of my guardsmen were within spitting distance - although they could spit very far, I admit - and I sent a call for them to leave their posts - to come to me.

They arrived within minutes, as my women were already laying kisses on my neck and thighs.

The door to my study opened, and in walked three men in Royal Guardsmen armor. "Princess, we received your call and-"

Yvette and Jeannette looked surprised for a moment.

The guardsmen looked surprised for longer. I licked my lips. "Come," I said, towards the men, and then grabbed one of Jeannette and one of Yvette's hands, giving each of them a smile, as I turned myself around and bent over, presenting my behind to the men, my maid and handmaiden quickly following after me. 

Both of the women held my hand firmly. "We are honored," Yvette said.

"Aww, princess, you're the best," Jeannette added.

I smiled, squeezing their hands in kind. The sound of the soldiers' armor hitting the ground, followed by cloth and leather as they discarded their pants and boots, and they began to advance upon us like an avalanche of sexual desire and passion. The door to my study was slammed shut, and we were so far out of the way that it was unlikely that anyone would bother us.

I licked my lips once more, my mouth suddenyl dry, warmth flooding me and anticipation lingering.

I felt a pair of hands land upon my bottom, playing, caressing, toying with my ass cheeks, squeezing, the man behind me grunting and groaning as he quickly reached full stiffness. The moans and gasps of surprise and pleasure to each of my sides sent a quick spark of pleasure down to my cunny, which was already getting wet, as the soldier found the thin strip of cloth covering my crotch.

His big, rough fingers felt quite nice against my cunny as he moved my swimsuit aside. "P-Princess," the man groaned, "may-may I-"

"Come here, bless your princess with your seed of loyalty, give me all you've got, I'll take it all," I said, my voice a bit tight, turning around a little and offering him my best smile, barely able to contain myself.

"PRINCEEEEESS! I LOVE YOOOUUUU!" the soldier roared as he penetrated my pussy wildly and powerfully, completely losing control of himself within moments, his cock feeling deliciously big and fitting snugly within my hungry pussy. I was soaked, after Yvette and Jeannette had spent minutes teasing me, and the soldiers' lust and hunger only supercharged my arousal.

First I heard the amazing sound of two people coming together, followed by the slap of skin and skin, and then a chorus of moans and groans, of men and women panting and gasping and enjoying and sharing in our pleasure with each other, Jeannette and Yvette's hands squeezing mine, as the three of us came closer together, our bodies melding together as the guardsmen continued to fuck each of us from behind. I realized I was drooling, but it was caught by Jeannette, who turned her face to me and began to lick up my face, cleaning me from my own sloppy lack of control.

Yvette kissed my cheeks, my lips, my shoulders and neck, Jeannette left me an even more sloppy mess than I already was, and all three of us received each and every thrust of passion and lust that the soldiers blessed us with, each man giving a hundred and ten percent of himself to the woman he was with. A melting pot of lust and desire, as all six of us partook in love and affection like few would ever believe.

I was having a hard time doing anything but moaning in wanton desire, voicing my contentment with not just myself, but with my men and my women, for I knew they loved to hear me as much as I did them. 

"Princess, I'm, cumming!"

"Let it out, let it all out inside me, cum for me, my loyal soldier!"

"C-Cummiiiing!" 

The chorus of orgasms that the soldier fucking me unleashed was almost deafening, each person taking it as their cue and turn to let go of their inhibitions, and as I felt the thick, backed up seed from the royal guard, as many of them held their seed for the opportunity to pour it in me these days, I felt a complete, bone deep satisfaction erupt within me.

And frustration, as well, as my orgasm had not come yet.

However...

The soldier pulled out, panting, but they shuffled, and another man stood behind me. "P-Princess-" he begged.

"Come, your princess wishes for your love and loyalty, come give it to me, and I will reward you with mine in return," I groaned at him, not quite able to speak properly, my words and voice a bit slurred.

None of the soldiers flagged, and the lewd afternoon would turn into a tempest of sex and love, as six people shared themselves. I basked in the love and pleasure, and as the night came to an end, I hugged both of my women to my sides, all of us on our knees, drunk on their love and affection as they heaped kisses and licks upon my semen stained body, and the three soldiers stood over us, chanting my name, moaning, panting, while I encouraged them.

"Give it to me, bless me with your love, pour your lust and desires onto me, give me your cum, I want it, I love it, I love your cum," I moaned, as the three soldiers pointed their rods right at me.

Almost as if in unison, the three soldiers thrust their hips forward, as their latest, and most potent orgasm of the night, encouraged by my power and their own willpower to please their beloved princess, unleashed their thick, creamy milk, painting my face and swimsuit covered breasts. My swimsuit wasn't even remotely stained, instead, the semen seemed to just be absorbed into it, and I felt it already being converted into energy for me.

I licked my lips.

The soldiers approached me, penises still hard. I wondered, then, if I'd be able to fit all three of them in my mouth... no better time than the present to conduct a little test, eh?