As the final clasps of Dejah's outfit were undone and the cloth and metal fell away, the princess moaned softly as both their soft, nude bodies pressed together. She remembered how hard John Carter's body had been. Elphaba's body was so much better. Lean, but soft in all the right places.

When Elphaba pulled her down, Dejah rather enjoyed settling atop her and kissing her deep. It felt good, having her beneath her. But then Elphaba suddenly flipped them, Dejah gasped softly. She had to admit though, that felt good too, having her on top and dominating the fair princess of Barsoom. Dejah started to reply, but the way Elphaba's lips brushed over her breasts made her moan. Dejah arched her body, pressing her breasts more against Elphaba's lips. She found herself wanting Elphaba to suckle her nipples, abs as she fantasized, Dejah moved her hands down along Elphaba's back.