Exit: (Slut-Queen) Royal Breeding

James' Perspective

I think I'm good now, honestly, so I go ahead and Exit.

Immediately, I feel my penis tingle from all the blood rushing through it and my hips nearly buck before I can get a handle of myself as sensation and sound and feeling all pour into me all at once. But handle myself I do. Barely.

Hoh-lee-shit I am so horny right now.

"Oops!" Arma chimes in behind me with a weird mix of whimsy and remorse, "Maybe we overdid it a little?"

"Over... did what?" I ask, still getting a hold of myself.

"Mhm, the stimulation?" Arma returns, hands sliding down my shoulders to rub at my back, "I, ah, think maybe mother and I put a bit too much magic out. You, uh, aren't supposed to be this wound up yet. It's not very nice to do," She leans forward to whisper in my ear, "you know?"

As for her majesty, she's... actually not saying anything at all. Judging from her hopping hips and rolling eyes, she's already lost the same battle I'm currently fighting. "P-p-p-penis~" Ok, scratch that: Nothing as elegant and articulate as Arma, or even me, at least.

"Then... if I don't mind, is't fine if I just..." Words and clear speech are hard to assemble, but I feel it prudent to ask anyway, "start?"

Arma giggles at that, "Any~time~" She coos, still whispering in my ear before abruptly pulling back and pushing me forward toward her mother, "Go on! Make me a sibling~"

I can't see what she's doing, as I'm abruptly too occupied with the mewling Queen wriggling about beneath my hips and frantically rubbing herself into my cock to turn around, but Arma continues speaking, "It's alright. Just go with the flow and stick it in: Mother's agreed to take responsibility and forgive us both if you can get her pregnant. And I've got plenty of tricks to spare to help out, so... don't you wanna knock up the Queen?"

Like that, Arma starts a running dialogue of soft, arousing statements even as the blood flowing from my head to my 'head' reaches its peak and I seize the queen's tits. She gasps, and I use them to push her the rest of the way down into the bed without resistance. Holding her still, I find the appropriate place and begin to ride her.

Every time I feel like I'm finished, and we achieve release, I find myself wrong as a warm, tingling feeling stiffens me back up and refills my vigor. I'm not sure how many times I cum inside the Queen, or when Arma stopped her narration and started gasping with arousal. Eventually, though, her persistent presence in the scene demands attention from my impatient and frustrated hindbrain.

Rolling off the Queen's drooling, mind-blown form I spy Arma rubbing herself behind us. By the time she realizes what I've just done, I'm already set and mounting her too, prompting a squeal of giddiness. With a much more active partner, things fade into a blur of sexual experimentation and debauchery, much like the last time I got it on with Arma.

Eventually, I finally run out of steam - or Arma's strange ability to keep me going finally runs out. My last thought before my brain shuts off is the brief regret I didn't get to experience a proper three-way, with both their skills on display. 'If only the Queen weren't quite so easy...'

[AN: This one went a fair bit better for James. Having the Queen beg for his attention goes a long way to making it clear she's not in charge of the situation, so there's not much room for interpreting things in a way that don't end favorably for our protagonist.]