Madeleine strips Sigrun, makes her blow you.

Redirecting her attention to you, Madeleine kisses you. Not a brief peck like the one she'd given you after the incident with Elodie, but a hungrier, more passionate kiss. Even as her lips are focused on you, the Sinnabarrovian heir's hands roam Sigrun's body, exploring and caressing her subject through her fine silks.

The darker-featured woman moans sensuously as she enjoys Madeleine's touch. The princess was nimble and exacting, pleasing and teasing Sigrun as rigorously as she had massaged some of the tension and pain from your body not long ago.

“Oh, Your Excellency!” Sigrun swoons, biting her lip.

“Come pet, I think the time for formality has passed. For now, at least.” Madeleine says playfully. Her mouth otherwise occupied, you turn your attention to Madeleine's slender neck. You kiss her pale skin, breathe in her perfume. With Sinnabarrovian mores being what they were, you wouldn't be surprised to learn the fragrance cost more than Kara's entire wardrobe.

Quickly, Madeleine moves beyond merely toying with Sigrun. One hand sneaks inside the bodice of her gold silk dress, the other hiking up the hem of her gown, providing some more... direct stimulation to Sigrun's cunt.

She soon moves on, stripping the animal keeper naked, revealing the entirety of her to herself, you and the tigers, for all they cared.

“Gods, you're a vision, darling.” Madeleine observes, her hands roaming across Sigrun's toned, nude form.

“I grew up on raiding ships and in war-camps.” she regales you both. “It does... have an effect.”

“A beautiful one!” Madeleine assures her. “I'd kill for a body like yours, so assured and co-ordinated...”

The princess takes one of the other woman's arms as she does, manipulating it, watching the way the light hits Sigrun's wheat-coloured skin with an interest that clearly goes beyond the sexual. Suddenly you're reminded of her experiment with your cousin Roland.

“But... where were we?” Madeleine catches herself. Her gaze turns to you, watching the womens' display and growing harder.

“What about you, Edward?” Madeleine says, flashing you a shark like smile. “Like what you see?”

“C-compared to who? Lady Sigrun is a truly beautiful woman. And unlike your Elodie, she's female in every sense of the word.” you tell her.

“And what about... compared to me?” the princess asks mischievously.

“That would hardly be a fair comparison, Madeleine.” you respond. “You've still got your dress on."

The young princess lets out a squeak of laughter, before wagging a ringed finger at you.

“You haven't earned a look at me yet!” Madeleine says. “Maybe I'll keep you waiting, until Papa relents and you make an offer for my hand.”

You'll be waiting quite a while on that, you think, betraying nothing of your ulterior motives to her.

“And what have I earned?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. Madeleine sashays close to you, her fingers stealing into your trousers, closing around your cock.

“This.” she responds, giving you a few quick hard strokes before withdrawing your hard length.

“Sigrun, come.” Madeleine bids her servant. Evidently game, the animal keeper takes a step closer, only for Madeleine to hold up a hand.

“No. On your knees, Siggy. Crawl.” the controlling princess smiles.

Sigrun relents, finding her knees and moving towards you on all fours. You can't deny that the sight of the woman, as obedient as a thrall, crawling towards you only makes you that little bit harder.

“Show King Edward how... hospitable we can be in your adopted homeland. With your mouth.” Madeleine commands, playfully stroking Sigrun's straight black hair.

“Of course, Madeleine.” Sigrun smiles, bringing her mouth level with your groin. With little fanfare, the beautiful beast-mistress begins sucking you, Madeleine dictating the pace.

“How are you enjoying her mouth, Edward?” Madeleine asks, as casually as she might discuss the weather, or the merits of a particular vintage.

“She's excellent.” you slur, repositioning your good leg occasionally, so as not to lose your balance as Sigrun bobs her head.

“Splendid.” the princess remarks, standing by your side, staring down, periodically giving her hard-working friend the odd word of encouragement, pat on the head, or edict to increase her pace.

“I love watching her pleasure you so.” Madeleine remarks. “It's like when you come, it'll be for me, despite my barely touching your cock. A queer notion...”

“And an enjoyable one...” you groan, as Sigrun deepthroats your prick. “It's just like Elodie.”

“Oh?” Madeleine responds, intrigued.

“When you had me bend her over, **** her.” you slur. “It may have been Elodie's arse my cock was buried in, but she wasn't the one I was thinking of.”

“Edward, you beast!” Madeleine exclaims, whirling to face you head-on. Despite her apparent indignation, it's obvious the implication has her a little... flustered. You decide to press the initiative.

“In fact, why don't you step out of your finery, and join Lady Sigrun on your knees?” you suggest. “I-I'm keen to see what the great Madeleine herself can do, beyond direct her flunkies.”

“That would hardly be... proper.” Madeleine hesitates.

“Madeleine, you're making a friend of yours suck your potential husband, in the middle of a fucking zoo.” you remind her. “You obviously give even less of a shit about propriety than I.”

The heiress snickers.

“Very well, Edward.” she responds, removing and carefully setting down her heavy necklace. “You've... convinced me.” she smiles.

Her jewellery out of the way, Madeleine works on her gown next, removing and folding her dress, setting it down neatly on the nearest seat.

She moves back to you and Sigrun, her pale, petite body on display in her lacy small-clothes, before finding her knees beside the naked woman.

Madeleine closes on of her soft, dainty hands around your prick. A little haltingly, she brings her overly-painted lips to your tip, and begins sucking.

What the princess lacks in experience, she makes up for in perverted enthusiasm. That, and just the idea of making an heir to a throne, who stood to be one of the most powerful figures in Motania, suck on your prick was intensely arousing to the part of your being that got off on domination. Not only that, but Madeleine was the second such heir you'd received such tribute from. You had to be unique in that, surely.

You stroke Madeleine's red-tinted hair, spurring her on as she takes more and more of your length. Sigrun blows you just as eagerly, the two women occasionally swapping their mouths position's on your length, their lips just as often meeting around your prick.

Just as you're thinking how much you'd like to see Madeleine made to take your full member, to hear her gasp and gag on it, see her smug face contorted in discomfort, the princess withdraws.

Wrapping her arms around Sigrun, Madeleine pulls the more exotically-featured woman up with her, takes a moment to give her body another appreciative squeeze, then throws her up against the bars of the tiger cage.

“I want you to take her, Edward!” Madeleine urges you, pinning the taller woman in place with one hand, teasing her clit with the other.

Much as you had other, more degrading things in mind for the Sinnabarrovian royal, you're not about to refuse an offer like that. You surge forward, using your good hand to guide your cock to Sigrun's petals.

If Sigrun's mouth had felt good, easing yourself into her wet and willing womanhood is on a whole new level.

She gasps as you build up speed inside her. It's quite the sight, the animal keeper giving in to her own bestial passions before her very charges.

Madeleine drinks it in, occasionally drawing closer to kiss both of you, otherwise she stands at a slight remove, shameless fingers creeping inside her knickers.

As you thrust into Sigrun, over and over, a dark part of you considers turning the tables on Madeleine. She liked ordering you to roughly fuck her subordinates, didn't she? You could only imagine what she would make of being flipped arse over tit and subjected to the same treatment herself...

On the other hand, Sigrun's walls embraced your shaft in a most pleasant way. You could quite happily remain where you where, fucking her until her slick, wet embrace undid you.