A unexpected threeway...

The knock at the door interrupts the intimate moment between the prince and the girl. Gellian pauses, his lips still lingering on hers, as the heavy oak door swings open. A young, handsome warrior stands in the doorway, his hand on the hilt of his scimitar, his eyes filled with righteous anger and protectiveness.

The girl's eyes go wide with fear as she sees her secret love, the man she had been quietly courting. "T-Tomas!" she stammers.

The warrior's gaze sweeps over the scene before him - the prince, the girl, their partially disrobed states. Fury and jealousy flash across his chiseled features.

"Unhand her, you lecherous dog!" Tomas demands, taking a step into the room. "She is an honorable maiden, not some tavern wench for the likes of you to defile!"

Gellian slowly turns his head, an amused smirk playing across his lips. He rises to his feet, still in the middle of undressing the girl. "Defile? I think not," he says smoothly, his blue eyes glittering with amusement at this situation. "She is not unwilling to surrender herself to her prince."

The girl whimpers, torn between her growing desire for Gellian's touch and her love for Tomas. She clutches the sheets, her golden button winking obscenely in the candlelight. Gellian chuckles darkly, running a finger along the girl's trembling thigh. "Come now, Tomas. Surely you can see how this night is meant to unfold. Why deny yourself the pleasures of the flesh?"

He gestures languidly at the bed, at the girl sprawled across it. "She is a passionate creature, this one," Gellian purrs. "Wet and wanting, eager to be filled by a man's seed."

The girl mewls, a mix of fear and arousal. She looks up at Tomas, her eyes pleading, begging. "Please," she whispers. "I cannot bear to be parted from you. Let us be together, the three of us. One night, that is all I ask."

Tomas hesitates, his hand clenching and unclenching on his sword hilt. The rational part of his mind screams at him to turn away, to flee this room of temptation. But the warrior in him, the man, cannot resist the lure of the girl's body, the promise of carnal delights.

With a growl, he slams the door shut and stalks towards the bed, his eyes never leaving the girl. "One night," he agrees roughly. "Then you are mine, forevermore. Body, heart." Mara's heart races as she watches the two men undress, revealing their toned, battle-forged muscles. Tomas's uncircumcised cock springs free, thick and hard, the tip already weeping with desire.

Prince Gellian takes Tomas's shaft in hand, stroking it slowly. "Mmm, impressive," he murmurs. "You'll fill our little dove nicely." He guides Tomas to the bed, pushing him down so the younger man is kneeling between Mara's spread thighs. Mara shudders as Tomas's cock brushes against her slick folds.

Gellian joins them, wrapping his elegant fingers around Tomas's length. "Let us make this a night none of us will ever forget," he purrs, bringing Tomas's cock to his own lips.

Tomas gasped, his back arching, as he felt the warm, wet heat of Gellian's mouth envelop his shaft. The prince's tongue swirls around the throbbing flesh, wetting it, preparing it. The prince taking Tomas's throbbing length into his own mouth suckling it and getting it wet, before guiding that eager trembling organ into Mara's quivering sex. "I'm even will to let you go first… its a great honor."

"She is yours for this moment," Gellian says, pulling back. He guides Tomas forward, until the weeping tip nudges against Mara's entrance. "Claim her. Make her yours." Mara lay back moaning softly as the man she had loved since she was a girl at last took her, his thick organ parting her velvety virgin sex lip's.

Sliding in a few inches until it bumped against her maiden head, Tomas paused a moment fearing that he might hurt her. When suddenly Gellian smacked him on the ass, and Tomas thrust forwards pushing through her barrier. There was a wet ripping sound and Mara moaned out in pain and pleasure, as Tomas took her virginity. "Ho ho ho… well done Tomas…"

Mara cried out, a mix of pain and ecstasy, as Tomas's thick shaft breached her maidenhead. She felt a moment's sharp sting, then the exquisite sensation of being filled, stretched, completed.

Tomas groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the tight, wet heat engulfing his cock. "Mara…" he breathed. "You feel… incredible."

Gellian chuckled, giving Tomas's buttocks another firm smack. "That's it, lad. Take your pleasure. She is yours, now and always." Tomas needed no further encouragement. He withdrew until just the tip remained inside Mara, then thrust forward with a powerful snap of his hips. Mara wailed, her nails scrabbling at the sweat-slicked skin of Tomas's back.

They moved together, finding a primal rhythm as old as time. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the chamber, mingling with gasps and moans and cries of bliss. Mara could only hang on, lost in the haze of her first coupling. Tomas was everything she'd ever dreamed and more, his thrusts hitting places inside her she'd never known existed.

"More," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Tomas. More."

Tomas growled, a feral sound, as he pistoned into her harder, faster. Mara could feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter within her. Her climax crashed through her in waves, her cunt clenching around Tomas's shaft, milking him. Tomas roared his triumph as he followed her over the edge, spurting his hot seed deep into her spasming depths.

"Ammm damn Tomas... you have made me quite the creampie. It would be rude for me to refuse to eat it." Gellian purred as Tomas slipped out of her, the prince slipping over to push his head between her thigh's.

Gellian grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with lust and mischief. He knelt between Mara's spread thighs, the creamy essence of her virgin blood and Tomas's seed dripping down her inner thighs.

"Mmm, you're right, my prince," he purred, leaning in to lap at the sticky mess. "Such a waste to let this go to waste."

Mara whimpered as Gellian's tongue found her tender folds, lapping and suckling at her sensitive flesh. She'd never imagined anything could feel so good, so sinfully right.

"Ah ah, none of that now," Gellian admonished, when her hips began to buck. "Let me take care of you."

He speared his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as Tomas's cum and her own juices flowed into his eager mouth. Mara clenched her hands in Gellian's hair, torn between the desire to pull him closer and the urge to push him away.

It was too much, too intense. Yet she craved it, craved him, craved them. Her mind reeled at the depraved bliss of it all... the prince, her betrothed, pleasuring her so intimately while she lay there, used and dripping from their first coupling.

Gellian worked a finger inside her alongside his tongue, crooking it just so, and Mara flew apart with a scream, gushing into the prince's mouth. He drank her down with a satisfied growl, licking her clean.

"Good girl," he praised, giving her folds a final kiss before rising. "Now, let's get you ready for the next round, shall we? We have all night to break you in properly." Mara could only nod, her body already thrumming with need and anticipation. She'd been a fool to think once would be enough. She was addicted, lost to the pleasures of the flesh.