Have Sritti join you.

"I say we put her to work." you decide. As royal punishments go, it's one of the more pleasing to decide.

"Indeed?" Solla says, not averse to the idea herself.

"You hear that, Sritti?" the ebony-skinned war-mistress says, leaning down to whisper into the kneeling woman's ear. "King's decided to be merciful."

Sritti can barely contain her delight.

"I did, mistress!" the gap-toothed Beathan grins. "Thank you, Majesty, thank you! I'll... do anything you should desire, I promise."

Certainly a promise you intend to hold her to.

You have Sritti strip off, and join her commander. You savour the sight, the two of them crawling onto the bed on either side of you. The contrast, Solla's dark skin, her bare, bountiful tits, Sritti's far lighter frame, her breasts, while not insignificant, paling in comparison to her thick, fuckable arse.

Taking the brunette by her hair, Solla brings her lips to your cock, encouraging the scout to orally please you. Sritti seems only too happy to oblige, still not quite able to believe her “punishment”.

The scout takes you into her mouth, sucking you just as eagerly as Solla had done only minutes before.

After several minutes of savouring the scout's mouth, she changes position. Her and Solla climb onto the bed with you once more, bringing their breasts, a brilliant contrast in both size and shade, around your cock.

Solla and Sritti may be sworn to Beatha, but they pleasure you with the same fervour and zeal they would their own king. It isn't long before you feel yourself throbbing, your cock about to explode. You gladly would, painting the to warrior's chests. However, it seems that they had other ideas.

Sritti finds her back, and you thrust out your final minutes buried inside the scout's twat. The pale Beathan shivers with delight at your every touch. When Solla, commanding her respect without even a stitch of clothing or piece of armour, plants her sex on Sritti's face, the Beathan's delight is only intensified.

You finish inside Sritti, her cunt this time, your hips twitching as you give her a potent royal load. You're quite content to lay there, watching the two women continue to go at it, until sated, they turn their attention to you.

“Perhaps I should be going.” You smirk, making to rise from Solla's bed. “Much as I'd love to keep the two of you up all night, you've a battle to fight come morning.”

“That we have.” Solla nods. As you dress, Sritti makes to leave as well, until Solla calls her back. The scout, it would seem, is only too happy to follow her new mistress' commands.