Yes!

“Fine!” I huffed, attempting to summon every last drop of Beornian regal authority I possessed while entirely unclad. “I will do it, but let us get one thing strictly understood: I am not into this, nor am I into men. I am simply demonstrating, as a prince of the realm, that I do not back down from a challenge!”

Duskleaf just gave a low, rumbling laugh, his gold-flexed eyes glinting with unbearable amusement as he shifted behind me. Elarinya clapped her dusky-blue hands in delight, while Lythirn raised his goblet in a toast across the room, followed by the rest of the elves.

I braced myself, planting my palms firmly on the plush cushions. My plan was simple: grit my teeth, endure a few awkward moments with a stiff upper lip, and then triumphantly demand their apology.

Then, Duskleaf made his move.

The moment his massive, burning hands gripped my hips and he pushed smoothly into me, my master plan exploded into ash. A wave of sheer, unadulterated heat crashed straight up my spine. My lower back arched on pure, shameless instinct, my breath catching in my throat as his thick, slick length filled me completely... and much easier than I thought it would!

“I see the prince has had practice, hasn’t he?”, Duskleaf observed with a smirk.
“That’s... f-false!”

It was supposed to be... uncomfortable! It was supposed to be a grim test of endurance! Instead, I could barely suppress the moans aching to escape my mouth. My toes curled tightly into the velvet as an embarrassing, white-hot thrill radiated through every nerve ending in my body. Either Duskleaf knew what he was doing or... I was surprisingly more inclined to bed my own sex than I realised!

To make matters worse, I could feel every single pair of elven eyes locked onto my exposed body. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Elarinya and Lythirn tracking every shuddering roll of my hips with rapt, glittering fascination. A wave of intense self-consciousness washed over me - the mortifying reality that a prince of Beornia was being thoroughly used and put on display for their amusement. It should have repelled me, but in some bizarre, twisted way, being watched only fed the fire. Knowing they were witnessing my utter lack of control didn’t turn me off... no, it only amplified the heat washing over me.

I bit my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood, desperately trying to choke back the breathless, downright embarrassing moan clawing its way up my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally reciting the noble lineage of Beorny in a frantic attempt to stay focused, but my traitorous body couldn’t have cared less about royal lineage as it just wanted more of that agonizingly perfect friction... Why did I even agree to this?!

Behind me, Duskleaf let out a low, appreciative growl, his hands digging into my hips as he established a steady, powerful rhythm. A pathetic, high-pitched whimper escaped past my clenched teeth before I could stop it. I was failing my own test in spectacular, immediate fashion, utterly helpless against the magical tide of pleasure, and worst of all... I was loving every single second of it!