Cum inside Madeleine, pray fortune favours you.

You decided to risk it after all. That, or you were simply enjoying taking the Sinnabarrovian too much to ever stop yourself. You feel your cock pulse, your balls tighten, and then you give up your load, pumping rope after rope of potent, half-demonic seed into the kingdom's heiress.

Madeleine may have spoken out, either to object to or applaud your rather brash action, but she was unable, given Sigrun's sex was presently covering her face. Still, you feel her frame shudder with delight as you finish inside her.

Sated, you withdraw, feeling the marble-cooled air of the menagerie rush to meet your slick cock. Staring at her, you take a moment to admire your seed, trailing out of Madeleine, seeping down her pale, skinny thighs.

Sigrun rides her mistress' face a little longer, until the princess' lips and tongue bring her to a climax of her own. You watch the exotic beauty buck against Madeleine's face, the potential consequences of her impetuousness eluding her, until the waves of pleasure coursing through her subside. Sigrun dismounts, leaving Madeleine, well-used and naked, but not quite humbled, to prop herself up on the bench.

“That was... that was...” Madeleine searches, lost for words for a change. “More fun than I expected.”

The princess gives you another wolfish smile, her make-up ruined, her hair mussed.

“Gods, I wasn't exactly expecting you to take this so well.” you admit, fastening up your trousers once again. “You're more of a freak than I expected, Madeleine.”

On hearing the word “freak”, however, the Sinnabarrovian's expression does sour somewhat.

“Edward, if we are wed, we can do things like this, in fact, I rather insist on it.” Madeleine tells you curtly. “But please, never use... that word. To describe me at least.”

“I sense I've touched a nerve.” you remark. Madeleine gives you a nod, before rising to her feet, stiffly padding over to the tiger cage.

“I've always been different, to other people, I acknowledge that.” Madeleine tells you. “My interests, my behaviours, my... issues. Various people have tried to change me. The Chancellor. My father. His wife, our Queen.” Madeleine's dislike for Camille is evident with the venom she puts into the woman's title.

“Camille would call me every name under the sun trying to dissuade me from my intellectual pursuits.” she continues. “But none hurt so much as “freak”.”

“I... apologise.” you tell the princess. “It was never my intention to cause offense.”

“It's alright.” Madeleine sighs, before looking back at you. “My “mother” will get her just deserts when I'm Queen.”

“If there were any justice in the world, I'd have her stripped down, slathered in gravy and thrown in there.” Madeleine smiles, nodding back to the animal cage.

“That would certainly be a vicious fate. But surely a woman of your labyrinthine intellect can think of a more... excruciating punishment?” you say, doing your best to stroke the princess' obviously engorged ego.

“You know, I think I could! Perhaps we could discuss it sometime, over a glass or two of red spirit?” Madeleine giggles.

“That would be wonderful.” you respond.

The three of you make yourselves decent, as much as you are able, and then continue on your way, Sigrun's descriptions of the animals you encounter understandably a bit more awkward, given what she'd just done to her future queen.