When the princess actually recovered from her orgasm, she realized two things. First, that it was almost worth the night's worth of exquisite torture to feel something that incredible. And second, when she looked between her legs, she saw a small trickle of blood dripping down her thighs. She realized it was the remnants of her hymen, and it finally fully sank in that she was no longer a virgin. And when she honestly thought about it, she was glad. Now that that silly constraining thing was gone, she was free of all the obligations surrounding it. On top of that, she was free to explore whatever sexual decadences she so felt like.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Mistress."<br/><br/>As the blood flow returned to her breasts, it dawned on her just how long they had been restrained in the rope bindings. She had almost forgotten about them as they had gone quite numb a while ago. And oh did they let her know how angry they were over the lack of proper circulation they had received.<br/><br/>She was quick to respond to Mellisande's order, and she crawled on hands and knees to kneel before the sorceress. "My tongue is yours, Mistress." And she quickly started to lap at the woman's sex, trailing her tongue up and down the petals and working around the circumference of the fleshy vulva.