Turn the tables on Madeleine.

You pull out of Sigrun, and reach for Madeleine.

"Edward? What are you-" Madeleine starts, twisting against your touch. Even with your infirmity, however, it's rather easy to overpower the scholarly princess, manipulating her how you will.

“Let's see how your like a taste of your own medicine, Madeleine!” you say eagerly, your voice more confident than usual. You really were in your element now. Stunned and shocked, the young princess is powerless to stop you tearing at her undergarments, shredding the doubtless expensive small-clothes from her petite frame.

Her tits are exposed to you, on the smaller side, her nipples perky, as well as her pussy, topped with a little neatly maintained ginger hair.

You manhandle Madeleine over to the nearest bench, laying her on her back. There's apprehension, indignation in her blue eyes, but also a certain anticipation.

Taking your length in hand, now liberally smeared with unsightly red streaks of Madeleine's lipstick, you bring yourself over the trembling heiress, and enter her cunt.

She's no virgin, but she's tight. You can only imagine as the sixth-born child of King Pierre, her virtue was never as strictly controlled as some women of high birth. That, and given her affinity for Elodie, chances are she could've been deflowered without ever spending a night in a man's bed.

“Bold, Edward...” Madeleine says, smiling a little as you take her. “So very bold.”

Reaching out, you clamp a hand over Madeleine's quick mouth, silencing her. Gods, you think to yourself, what you wouldn't have given to have done this to her back during that dinner with her.

For what it's worth, Madeleine herself seems to get off on it, wriggling a little beneath you, playfully licking at your palm.

Sigrun draws closer as you fuck her future queen, watching the carnal display with great interest.

“M-maybe you should... show Sigrun a little appreciation, eh?” you ask, still pumping away into Madeleine's wet cunt.

“What do you say, Sigrun? Want to sit on your lady's face for a change?” you ask, fully giving into your lust.

Sigrun, for her part, is not about to turn up the opportunity, at least, not when you're dictating the flow of your little tryst.

Nimbly hopping up onto the bench, Sigrun positions her brown thighs directly above Madeleine's face. When you let up on your grip over the redhead's lips, she has just enough time to suck in a deep breath, before the half-Deanian brings her sex down on her face.

The feeling of power you get off dominating Madeleine is second to none. Much as she seems to enjoy it now, she clearly did not expect you to turn the tables on her. Never expected to be fucked so hard by you, never expected to have Sigrun ride her face like she's a common whore, not one of the most highly-placed young ladies on the continent.

You marvel at the sight before you, the soft, trembling paleness of Madeleine's form, topped by the darker, toned, confident frame of Sigrun, so like a tigress herself, in the confidence and power with which she moved, the eagerness with which she had pounced on Madeleine's mouth.

The princess embraces her lowered station, lapping up eagerly at Sigrun as the animal-keeper grinds her nakedness against her face, gripping your thighs with her dainty legs, spurring you to take her harder.

Sigrun picks up her pace, seizing a handful of Madeleine's vermilion hair, spurring her on as she would a faithful mount. You feel yourself growing closer. Part of you is filled with trepidation. Madeleine was no common whore or warrior woman. A misplaced load in her cunny could change the fate of multiple kingdoms.

And yet... this was surely the very sort of thing the Allsire wanted, yes? For his demonic seed to spread across Motania, engulfing the continent in it's wickedness.

Sigrun convulses, rolling her head back and gasping in delight as Madeleine is made to bring her to climax. She looks so good, the act so enjoyable. Surely, you could just?...

No, you will yourself. You really ought to pull out of Madeleine. You simply couldn't afford to roll the dice on this sort of thing.

Or could you?