Eager described the Princess perfectly, albeit at her most basic portrayal. She was far more than that. Orion liked to think he at least matched her eagerness. He recalled the missed opportunity (all on him) when they’d gotten lost during their adventure while roaming the castle’s secret passageways. Such a scenario wasn’t about to happen again, unless she called for it. Cassiopeia, however, wasn’t telling him to stop what he was doing, nor was she shooing his hand away. Or his lips. In fact, she was actually pushing back with her hips against his wandering hand.<br/><br/>The Prince twitched when she touched him, and he liked the feel of her hand, though it did not linger for long. His thigh soon received the same treatment and the entire region below his waist tingled with excitement.<br/><br/>A quick nip, and Cassiopeia purged the towel from his body. His exposed erection kept no secrets, and he was glad to be finally free of its somewhat restrictiveness. All along, Orion knew she’d be the one responsible for towel removal. In his eyes, that would mean she wished to proceed. The light, it must be said, would not get any greener.<br/><br/>He imagined he’d never hear the end of it from Bernard later. The Prince couldn’t recall the last time he’d used their buzzword, if ever. But then again, the Prince couldn’t recall the last time he had a smoking hot and more than willing Princess in all manner of undress not only in his bedroom, but on his bed!<br/><br/>And then he felt like a complete tool for even<i><u>thinking</u></i>of Bernard at a time like this. Back on the case, the same stroking and massaging hand was now called upon for Mission Panties Insertion. The Princess was far warmer from within. Orion continued to stroke and massage her, plotting as to when a few lucky fingers would take the plunge.