A Jittery DP

Pulling back from Jana somewhat hesitantly, you watch her quickly and skillfully divest herself of the rest of her armour, stripping off yourself.

Gods, life would be so much simpler if you could walk around nude, you think idly. Of course, in Beatha at least, such things would be a recipe for a nasty case of frostbite.

Jana stares up at you, eyes like a lioness, eagerly frigging her cunt, practically calling out for your cock. You've always hated to disappoint a lady...

You enter the warrior woman. She's tight and toned as well as wet.

Donald leans forward, laying out two measures of powder across Jana's breasts, one of which you eagerly snort up. The prince does the same and soon, you're pounding away at his woman with redoubled zeal.

Without your sexes parting, Jana eases you back into a horizontal position, your body welcoming the comparative luxury of the bed after a night spent camping.

The blonde sits up, still bouncing on your engorged prick, tosses her hair back over her shoulders. You look up at the woman astride you, savouring the sight. And the sensation of it. You're finally inside a Beathan warrior woman, and she certainly doesn't disappoint.

"Keep going, majesty, please, I love your cock!" Jana pleads in the charmingly rustic accent common to her people. She leans down to kiss you once again, all passion, an alchemically induced sexual frenzy.

You're not about to deny her the gift of your cock. Hell, the way you're feeling after two doses of the Sinnabarrovian tincture, you're not sure you could stop if you wanted to. Your heart is thundering, your prick is enlivened both by the sensations of Jana's tight cunt (you would never have guessed she was a mother just from reaming her) and the strange heat pulsating through your being.

"Mind if I join in?" Donald asked playfully, lining himself up with his woman's arsehole.

"Spirits, just stick it in there, please!" Jana moaned, her breathing ragged. Donald obliges, and soon, the Warmistress is being fucked by royal cock from above and below.

She should count herself lucky, you think, here she is, a simple soldier, getting double-teamed by not one, but two crowns! Surely, there must have been only a handful of women to receive such a gift over the centuries.

"Ah! My kings! Keep going, I beg you!" Jana moans, her voice taking on a shriller tone as she approaches orgasm. Neither you or Donald let up on her until she does.

Her climax makes her entire body shudder, bringing you even more pleasure. It isn't long before you find your cock tightening, your own inevitable eruption looming.

"Getting close, brother?" Donald pants, still gripping Jana's arse, fucking it with all his considerable might. "Think you could pull out of there before you do?"

You're a little taken aback, slowing your own upthrusts into the Warmistress.

"Aye, your majesty. Only the prince gets to shoot his seed in my loins, begging your pardon." Jana groans.