Moving on.

The three of you finish your drinks, and you eventually excuse yourself, leaving Swain to finish painting the eager Solla's portrait.

Moving down the corridor once more, you hear soft voices from just around the corner.

"Donald, last night was amazing!" one begins.

"My sister's right. You and Jana are just..." continues another.

"Marvellous company!" the first finishes.

Peeking around the corner, you see the Tournesol sisters leaving Donald's quarters. Rose and Marguerite each plant a kiss on the prince's lips in turn. Afterwards, they extend the same affection to Jana, at Donald's side as ever.

You wait for the Sinnabarrovians to depart, then present yourself, limping towards the couple.

"Well, looks like you had a rather... enjoyable evening." you can't help but remark.

“Aye, it weren't bad, brother.” Donald smiles. “Those sisters know what they're doing.”

“I'll take an evening with Marguerite sat on my face over one spent talking with Madeleine, any day.” Jana concurs.

The couple invite you in to sit and talk with them, and you oblige.

“And what of your exploits, Edward?” Jana asks with a friendly smile. “Don't think we didn't see Kara rubbing herself against you so intently.”

“We had some fun together, aye.” You admit. Once again, you're glad Donald is more... tolerant than other men. You knew knights and lords who would demand the satisfaction only combat could deliver, should they hear another man discuss cavorting with their sister in such a way.

“Afterwards I... informed her of my intentions. With regards to marrying her.” you tell them.

“And?” Donald asks.

“She agreed to it. After your crisis with the Deanians is resolved.”

“That's fantastic, Ed!” Donald roars. “I knew she would!”

The young prince rises from his seat, coming forward to clap a powerful hand on your shoulder.

“We're gonnae be family, one day soon, Ed.” Donald states. “You better treat my sister right.”

“I will Donald. May the gods s-strike me dead should I not.” you slur.

“Spirits!” Jana cries, putting a hand to her mouth. “This is all so exciting!”

“I'd say it's cause for a wee drink.” Donald laughs, making to fetch some wine. “I'm still gaggin' for an ale, but this'll have tae do, aye?”

“I must warn you, this won't be my first sup of the day.” you admit.

“Nor ours.” Jana tells you. “These Reds, they go through this stuff like fish through water.”

“Been sharing a drink wi' Kara?” Donald asks. “Didn't think she was the kind to partake so early in the morning.”

“No, Ben Swain, in fact. I happened upon him and Solla, intimately involved.”

Jana chuckles upon hearing it.

“Solla's a fine warrior, an excellent second, a dear friend, but her taste in men has always been atrocious.” the war-mistress tells you.

“I don't understand that Swain bloke.” Donald admits. “He's an Itherian spy, aye? Has tae fuckin' be. Youse had him spin a story about renouncing his heritage, then got him to charm his way into Madeleine's knickers.”

“If he is a spy, this is the first I'm hearing of it.” you respond, sipping your wine. “Far as I can tell, he's on the level. I actually found him painting Solla's portrait. In the nude.”

“Solla was nude, or he was?” Jana asks you to clarify.

“A little of both, really. According to him, creating such artwork is a pet interest of his.”

“I'll bet it is!” Donald guffaws. “Still, that portrait would really liven up our quarters back home, eh Jana? I must ask Swain if he does reproductions.”

Jana's reaction, far from being indignation or reproach, is more akin to a mewl of delight. You're confused for a moment or two, until you recall what Donald had told you, of the warrior woman's fetish for humiliation.

“Spirits, Donald, you can be so cruel.” Jana says, her wounded tone betrayed by the smile creeping onto her features. “Never change.”

“I don't intend to.” the prince shoots back.

Jana rises from her seat, leaning over her partner, kissing him and stroking his groin. After your experiences in Beatha, it would seem they felt very... comfortable around you.

“You're insatiable, woman.” Donald grins, hands exploring Jana's tight body. “Care to join us, Edward?”

You're hardly about to refuse. Fumbling out of your clothes, the three of you make for the bedroom, you and Donald take turns making out with Jana.

Effortlessly hoisting her into the air, Donald deposits Jana on the bed. She manoeuvres onto all fours, as the two of you position yourselves before her.

“Let me see 'em!” Jana purrs, pawing at both of your groins. You're only too happy to oblige, reaching into your trousers and exposing yourself for the Beathan.

With you and Donald standing side by side, Jana takes each of you in one skilful hand. She strokes your pricks, intermittently swapping her kiss from one to the other and back again.

Turning both of you to the side ever so slightly, Jana brings the heads of your hard pricks together, then nuzzles at both of them with her lips and tongue. As Jana treats you to your first double-barrel blowjob, you reach down, stroking her long blonde hair, slurring out words of encouragement to the enthusiastic warrior.

Donald playfully slaps his cock on his woman's face, the powerful, leaking tip beading her cheek with pre-cum. Not wanting to be left out, you do the same. Jana moans in a low, contented satisfaction, a deft hand slipping down to tease her folds.

Winding his fingers firmly into Jana's hair, Donald guides her head towards your prick, encouraging her to deepthroat you. Between Jana's eagerness and Donald's assertive guidance, it adds up to one of the most pleasurable bouts of oral you've ever received.

Donald sets the pace for his eventual bride, and for you, and Jana is only to happy to obey it. You thrust your hips in unison with their movements, fucking the warrior woman's mouth with increasing abandon.

With how spent and tired you feel from your other... dalliances that morning, you feel rather proud of the fact that you last a good five minutes being pleasured in such a way. With one final groan of delight, you hilt yourself in Jana's throat, spurting rope after rope of royal cum down the Beathan's throat.

“Not fuckin' bad, brother.” Donald remarks, releasing his grip on the back of Jana's head to clap you on the back.

“Your turn now, my love.” Jana gasps, after taking a moment to swallow the remnants of your seed.

You take a step back, simply watching the show. If Donald had been forceful and assertive with his woman before, now he's the model of a considerate partner, allowing Jana to go at her own pace, stroking her hair, verbally encouraging her as she finishes him off.

You can't help but watch the virile Beathan's body tense as Jana drains his nuts. Donald was as powerfully built as anyone you'd seen. Gods, the fun you could have with a body like that...

“Jana, that was incredible.” Donald says sincerely, his climax abating. He pulls her close, planting another passionate kiss on the warrior woman's lips.

“And don't you forget it.” Jana remarks, as the Beathan prince's hands roam her body.

“My Queen, Edward.” Donald remarks, with a smirk. You nod in thanks for her ministrations.

“Glad youse enjoyed yourselves so much, lads.” Jana smiles. The tattooed warrior pulls you close, into her and Donald's embrace.

“I still haven't had mine.” Jana says hungrily, rubbing her nakedness against you in just such a way that you feel the heat and wetness of her cunt. “You, my lords, are tae do something about that!”