At the encouragement of Mellisande's words and fingers, the princess jams her tongue even deeper into her captor's sex. At this point, her mouth was also able to suck on Mellisande's nether lips, and she drank the woman's juices in hungrily as if she would save her from starvation. She didn't think at all and instead just felt. She had come so far from the terrified princess too ashamed to even display her bare skin to others. All that she knew at the moment was the wonderful bliss she felt from pleasing another woman and from pleasing herself, and she didn't care about her status or how she looked to others as she ate pussy or while she fingered her own sex.