Lady Jasmin, A heretofore maiden squirmed and heaved, as if nursing a fever, one brought about by the royal member making itself comfortable within her core. Her upper body twisted, her head tossed from one side to another, the back of her hand against her lips and forehead followed. Every breath that filled her lungs, melted out of her mouth in straining, languid moans that made certain all those who were attending the opulent ball, knew without doubt that the Prince was partaking.

"Do you not think she's being a bit... excessive?" An older matron spoke calmly to her friend while they observed from a distance, a gloved hand raising a glass of wine to a pair of meticulously colored lips, beneath a dotted veil that extended from her slanted hat.

A pause was only filled by more overwhelmed cries from Lady Jasmin, and the slapping sound of hips slamming upon hips,

"It's her first..." A softer, lighter voice responded, though one equally laced with cunning and guile of a seasoned Lady of court. "And... our Prince is... clearly a gifted man, much like our King..." Lady Ilara pointed.

"Doubtless they have a favor to ask..." Lady Ismeralda stated, taking note of the white effluence that the crossing of Lady Rolana's thighs failed to stem.

"I do not recall House Lancast did then either?" The more slightly built of the two taunted her long time friend as she raised an eyebrow, bringing forth quite the memory. "And now, Lord Galfren is a Count of fame and wealth..." Lady Ismeralda, at the mention of her husband, turned to face her friend, though with her gaze pointed downwards, and chin lifted slightly. Clearly displeased at the notion. Or mayhaps only feigning so.

"It was my full moon..." The more bountifully-bosomed of the two turned to face ahead of herself once again, sighing, as Lady Ilara only smiled, dipping her stretched lips in her wine, before her slender throat rose, then fell. "And His grace, our King, was... rather vigorous..." Lady Ismeralda remarked after a pregnant pause, turning her face further away from her friend, as her eyes looked about briefly.

"Bearing a child for the crown, is but a greatest honor..." The elegantly-chested Ilara reminded her friend, in an almost comforting tone, though her smile remained.

"One that I hold dearly." The Count's wife answered assuredly, as her eyes met her companion's, a subtle, proud smirk painting her visage.

Thanks for reading this far if you did! This is a follow up to snippet from this prompt. Hope you enjoyed yourself reading as much as I have writing this. I'm looking to really indulge this entire, extravagant gala with all its details and intrigues. I hope I was able to convey some of what I was going for in this vignette. This can be either solely focused on the ball, and what unfolds within it. Or the grand occasion can serve as a crux around which we can build an entire world and branch out to other events and dynamics.

Kinks: Exhibitionism, decorum, opulence, fondling-over-dialogue, cockwarming, creampies, cum-play, subtleness, clothed-sex, outfits, and plenty more.

I use Reddit PM's only to plan out and discuss, but open to moving to Discord if we're compatible and we find a spark! Looking forward to hearing from you.