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“They only want to please you,” Elarinya smiled, pressing her heavy breasts directly against my face, blinding me with the scent of moonberry wine. “A true prince accepts every tribute offered, no?”

I let out a flustered groan against her cleavage. “Elarinya, I… I really don’t think this is a custom, royal or otherwise, where I’m from,” I stammered. Duskleaf and Korenmoss shifted closer, their rigid lengths brushing my cheeks, defying every sensibility I possessed. “I’m a... a man! We don’t do this.”

Elarinya pulled back, her golden gaze dripping with warmth. She ran a soothing hand through my hair. “Do not let rigid human laws blind you, Terro. Trust me, little prince. It will be wonderful if you just stop thinking and let them honor you.”

Let them honor me? It sounded nice, granted, but was that really the case?

{if game:bicurious > 75} If I were completely honest with myself, the intense, pulsing heat of those two males pressing so close to my face was stirring a deep, forbidden curiosity I could no longer ignore... {endif}

Unable to resist her promise any longer, I swallowed hard and gave a slow, breathless nod.

“Alright,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs as I looked up at the two towering elves. “Show me... show me how the grove honors a prince.”

Elarinya’s smile widened with pure delight. Without a moment's hesitation, she slid her hand down to Korenmoss’s heavy, pulsing length, wrapping her slender fingers around the base and gently guiding the smooth, pre-slicked head directly toward my parted lips.

“Good prince,” she purred, her hot breath fanning my ear as she started grinding her wet core firmly against my lap to keep me anchored.

As the thick warmth of the elf’s member brushed against my mouth, Elarinya leaned down and captured my lips in a deep, dizzying kiss. She expertly used her tongue to coax my mouth open wider, guiding my head forward until I was swallowing the heavy length of the elven warrior right beneath her breathless embrace.

Every instinct bred into me as a Beornian prince screamed that this was entirely wrong, a total violation of the courtly decorum I’d spent my life maintaining. Sure, I wasn’t as rigid as my sister, but still... my mouth being used in front of an audience? Would I really enjoy this? I tried to focus on the cold stone of the table or the rigid laws of my homeland, trying to force my brain to reassert control over my rapidly betraying senses... but it was hard to deny the excitement I felt brewing in my loins.

A few times, I did try to pull back, but Elarinya would shift her weight on my lap and guide Korenmoss right back into my mouth until his balls rested square on my chin! Each time, it felt easier and easier... and my cock felt harder and more rigid... and I couldn’t quite comprehend why...?