Spitroast Daena, you take the front.

Climbing off the bed, you circle round the elf, coming to a stop, hard-cocked and ready to fuck, before her. Since you enjoyed her oral demonstration so much earlier, you decide you might take the frontal **** in this sexual pincer strike.

Donald wastes no time, occupying the space you'd just vacated in his sworn woman's nethers. The crown prince enters her with the same eagerness he would've split you open with.

Approaching Daena, you assertively bring the drooling tip of your cock down on her face, introducing it to the warrior woman. She stares at you with an intensity you find most enticing. Surely, just like Donald, you must be far better endowed than any forest dweller Daena grew up with. That, or she can somehow sense your dark heritage.

“Look at that.” you boast. “Knife-eared slut's at a loss for words!”

Donald laughs.

“She's not the first, I'm sure.” he shoots back. The Beathan is hard at work, pistoning into Daena with his cock, one hand gripping the elf's toned, creamy hip for support, the other skillfully stimulating her clit.

Despite your lack of interest in him, in men at all, you still find it gratifying to watch the prince in action. He's a forceful lover, knows his partner well, and is ruthless in ensuring his own satisfaction. You find yourself absent-mindedly hoping he's never received the whole “rule like you fuck” lecture from his mother. Then again, you imagine human parents are, on the whole, a touch more prudish.

You waste no further time in returning to Daena's mouth.

“Fuck...” you moan contentedly, as she takes you again. The elf's a natural at this, you think, can please two men with an ease that might suggest they taught more than archery and tracking back in her little village.

No doubt reeling from the attention Donald is showing her, the elf soon begins to immerse herself in the role of royal slut. She takes your entire length, no mean feat, you've made professionals sputter and gag before, impressively, staring up at you with a sultry look that has you seriously considering finding yourself an elf-bride, despite the stigma associated with such things in Itheria.

You feel a climax building, and surrender to it. Pulling out of Daena's mouth, you give the elf a final coup-de-grace, finishing yourself with a few deft strokes, you spurt all over her face.

Donald, for his part, is far from finished. He levels his warrior's athleticism and princely zeal against Daena, pounding her with unrelenting ****.

You watch on, sated but compelled. Though Daena is obviously in the throes of great pleasure, clutching at the sheets until her knuckles go white, not one word passes her talented lips. You watch as, reaching climax around the same time as Donald, she throws her head back, bites her lip, surrenders to the orgasm.

You're sure the prince's name will sound forth from her elven tongue at any moment, but Daena holds fast to her vow, gasping and panting, her face painted, she sinks down onto the bed.

-

A brief refractory period later, the two of you are hammering away at Daena once again. The elf is as unstinting and exemplary in her duties as the Beathan royal's come to expect, serving both of you dutifully, no matter which hole you take. First it's you in her twat, Donald fucking her face, after a long pleasurable spell of that, you fuck her arse, as Donald takes her cunny again.

The two of you are locked in a sort of stalemate. With Daena willing and tight, you're practically competing to see who will be the first to relent.

After a couple of more rounds, you have to concede. Even with your demonic appetites, Donald has won out in the end. You collapse onto the bed besides Daena, barely able to keep your eyes open. Victorious, the bisexual Beathan does the same, on the other side of the she-elf.

Sleep claims all three of you quickly.

-

You come to in a tangle of flesh. Daena's somehow ended up atop you in the night. For a woman sworn to silence, she sure does snore loudly.

Extricating yourself from the elf, you sit up and blink groggily.

“What a night!” Donald says, having woken himself. “Hope it was a worthy welcome to me kingdom!”

“And then some.” you chuckle.

“We're only getting started, Edward.” Donald promises. “There's fuck all going on today, just Kara venting her frustrations on a few of your men. Let's the three of us slip away. I know a place a day's ride away that'll blow your mind.”

You weigh your options. Donald surely would offer something suitably debauched, but part of you is keen to see more of his sister.