Like fuck he has!

You thrust your rear end back at Donald, offering up your Itherian arse for Beathan invasion.

Donald presses the advantage, entering you with a low moan. The pleasure of your body, or the pleasure of fucking a king, you wonder. You'd ask him, but with ecstasy on either side of your hips, your voice isn't up to words at the moment.

"Give her everything, lover. Show us your worth!" Donald whispers in a husky tone. "I'll be doing the same."

Daena isn't the only one compelled to follow his orders it seems. Your hips begin moving at his command, albeit more out of lust than duty.

You buried in Daena, Prince Donald buried in you, the three of you are as physically intimate as any three people can be.

"Faster, Edward." Donald urges. He's both encouraging you to thrust in and out of the elf faster, and warning you he's about to do the same to you.

You sway as you fuck Daena with increased zeal. With only one good hand to grasp her body, it's a little difficult. His arms wrapping around your chest, Donald steadies you.

You're in awe of his strength. No doubt Donald could lift and fuck you as easily as he could any random tavern wench.

You moan loudly as Donald fucks you, his pleasure increasing yours. You'd long had urges for things like this, but never thought it could be so easy, could feel so fucking good. Perhaps it was another boon of your heritage, you took cock like you had been all your life.

Your mother would be thrilled when you told her. She'd long encouraged this and other wicked proclivities you'd felt drawn to, but denied yourself to protect your reputation.

But finally giving into cock, and with a prince, no less? She would be thrilled when she heard, in fact she'd probably climax on your cock then and there.

The pleasure coming at you unabating from two angles, it's only a matter of time until you drop your load, spurt after spurt of the half-demonic stuff, inside Daena.

The pride of claiming your anal maidenhead overwhelming him, Donald isn't far behind. He unloads in you filling you, his cum spurting out of you

You moan for him and arch your back as you feel his seed. Donald, overcome by the sensation of you, lovingly pets your back as his torrent abates, stroking you like a pet.

You have to be careful, you think to yourself. What happened in this bed could shape your kingdom's relationship with Beatha for years to come.

Of course, after what Donald just did to you, even giving up your throne and serving as a vassal for these northern barbarians seemed appealing.

"Donald, t-that was amazing." You coo, cuddling up to him as the three of you lay spent in bed. You kiss his broad, well-muscled chest.

"I could say much the same, lover." Donald says. The word thrills you, practically brings you to a fully erect state again. The prince holds you close. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. One you think Donald will enjoy.