Kara ends up in your bed.

Several minutes later, you and the Beathan are back at your tent, crashing inside, tearing at each other's garments. Perhaps the ale has made you both imprudent, but with the princess' lips on yours, you're hardly about to complain.

Vanessa, sensing her services will not be required tonight, curtseys to you and scurries away, to find another bed to warm for the next few hours.

With some help from Kara, you open her shirt, revealing her pale torso, toned arms and stomach, and perfectly-shaped tits. Unlike the majority of Beathan warriors, her flesh is unmarked by ink or scar.

You can't resist lowering your head, putting your mouth to one of them and worshipping her breasts. The princess wasn't quite possessed of the same ampleness of bosom as Solla, Jana's dark-skinned second in command, but you imagined her royal tits would feel no less enjoyable against your rapidly-hardening prick.

As if she's sensed your thoughts turning to your own anatomy, Kara's fingers make for your breeches, closing on your cock. Like her brother, she's assertive, bold, taking what she wants. You feel very fortunate the current object of her desires hangs between your thighs, as she stoops, eagerly and sensuously dragging her tongue across the side of your shaft.

You can't help but elicit a gasp as Kara takes you inside her mouth. Her blowjob technique is unrefined, but certainly enthusiastic, you think. Honestly, her brother could give her some pointers. Still, your swept away in your enjoyment of her oral skills, content, for now at least, to stare down at the princess, hard at work at her ministrations.

Aside from the same shade of red in their hair, and the same blue eyes, there's no greater resemblance between Kara and the Crown Prince than most siblings. Once you feel yourself drawing closer, Kara pulls back from your cock.

"You better not disappoint me, Your Majesty." Kara says flirtatiously, as she steps out of the lower half of her leathers and furs. "I've a good feelin' about you."

With barely a second of forewarning, the now-nude princess pounces upon you. Throwing her arms around your shoulders, she begins kissing you once more, bringing the same verve and vigour to it that she did to demolishing Sir Wayne only just that morning.

Kara wiggles her hips against yours, doing her best to bring her sopping wet sex to your prick without the use of her hands. The ginger princess moans into your mouth as you feel your way inside her cunt.

You sense this is a test of sorts. Though Kara's form atop you and your poor balance threaten to send the pair of you careening back onto your plush bed, you feel Kara wants to see how long you're capable of remaining as you are, fucking her while standing.

You do not intend to disappoint her. Shoring up your grip on the princess' rear haunch, you thrust up into her cunt, bringing both of you closer and closer to climax with every thrust. You feel your knees weakening, your good arm crying out for relief, but you fight on. Pain flares through your right knee, but you push it from your mind, focusing on Kara's cunt.

Eventually, it all proves too much for you. Doubling back, you crash onto the covers, Kara coming with you.

Your movement arrested, Kara crashes onto the bed beside you. A second later, she lets out a quick peal of laughter.

"Not bad at all, Majesty." the redhead smiles. "You lasted longer than I was expecting."

"Call me Edward." you tell her, before reaching over to caress her naked form. "But I'm far from done with you.

Deciding to go on the offense yourself, you bring yourself on top of Kara, entering her once more. You pound away at the princess, feeling her body respond to your every move, her breathing grow faster and heavier. You leverage a little of your demonic stamina, pleasuring the warrior princess to the best of your ability.

"Spirits, that's amazing!" Kara moans huskily. "Edward, I'm-"

Her own shrill cry of delight cuts her off, her whole body convulsing with pleasure as you bring the Beathan to orgasm. You hammer away at her snatch harder, faster, with the sort of desperation that can only come from drawing closer yourself.