Spend the night with Kara.

A couple more hours melt away in Bezoriana's company, the two of you fucking again and again, before your aunt is willing to let you limp off on your way.

"Roland told me of your little excursion." Bezoriana mentions, padding, naked, still in her demonic form towards the bedroom door with you. "Very impressive. I hope you can continue to find ways to serve your grandfather like that."

"I'm sure a few will cross my mind." you slur. "O-Of course, they can't all be as much fun as what we did in Sinnabarrow last year..."

"Aye, that was a rare pleasure." Bezoriana says, a grin gracing her face.

"You know, you should really swap back to your glamour before I go out." you tell her, making for the doorknob with your good hand.

"Let these puny humans look on in awe!" Bezoriana says proudly, hands on her hips, pregnant belly thrust out. "One day soon they'll all be bowing down to bodies like these."

"One can only hope." you say with a ragged chuckle, taking her in once more. Making yourself decent, you slip out of your aunt's chamber, making for the comfort and privacy of your own.

-

The Bee had exhausted you to such an extent that, arriving back in your own quarters, you slump back on your bed, close your eyes and simply lie there, catching your breath. And you thought Akkhadia was insatiable...

-

That night, Kara seeks you out, fairly early in the evening, just as she said she would.

“Enjoy your training?” you ask, enjoying your customary red wine as your wife crosses the threshold.

“Aye.” the princess nods. “Nothin' like whalin' on someone wi' a wooden axe to work out your frustrations.”

“I can only imagine.” you scoff, finishing the rest of your glass.

“I don't know...” Kara says softly, climbing onto your lap. “If you were half as formidable on the field as you are wi' this sword...” she shifts, eagerly tracing your cock through your trousers with one hand. “We'd have you on the field in no time.”

“That... I will leave to true warriors, like you.” you assure her. Your left hand snakes up from your side, caressing Kara's thigh. “Besides, I thought you liked having me waiting in our room, like your own personal camp follower, hmm?”

“Aye, it's no' bad.” Kara smiles, underplaying her affections for you. Leaning over, the princess lifts the bottle of wine you'd set out by your seat, bringing it to her lips and taking a hearty glug.

“Y-You know, I only had so much of that brought up from Itheria.” you protest, a little more seriously than your wry tone might suggest. Between Roland and Kara, your reserves were being drained faster than you would like. Much faster. “It's a rare vintage from Lady Alanna's vineya-”

“Ah, whisht.” Kara grins, setting it down. “Don't know why you and Madeleine stick to your fruity southern drinks anyway. This is Beatha! We've the finest ale on the continent!”

“A-And I appreciate it!” you slur. “I had one with Solla and the lionesses just today. But some of us, especially those of us not from here, have more refined- H-Have different palates.”

“Ah, sod your refined palate, Edward!” Kara says playfully, swatting you on the arm. “In fact, I've got somethin' your palate can sample, right here.”

The redhead begins undressing.

“Palate means your tongue, aye? I was never completely clear on that.” Kara muses, kicking off her trousers.

“...You'd be better off asking Madeleine, honestly.” you smirk. “W-When it comes to anatomy, my interests have always lain in... other directions.”

“Then have I ever got a treat for you, my lord.” Kara tells you, having you lay on your back on the plush loveseat, then bringing her naked sex to your lips.

You kiss the princess' cunt, eagerly showing her your affections. The Beathan's active lifestyle, and recent training session means she's laced with an agreeable tang of sweat. You continue to lap at her. In truth, you'd had a taste for her flesh, ever since you'd taken her back to your tent and sucked on her tits after her victory in the Valley Contests.

“That's it, Edward.” Kara moans, steadying herself on the arm of the chair as she eagerly brushes her petals up against your mouth. You tease and titillate her with your tongue, her wetness slowly trickling down your face. In truth, you imagine you could lay here all night like this, as much as your jaw would ache in the morning.

Kara, however, has other ideas. Withdrawing from your face, she frees you from your trousers and then sits astride you. You stare up at her as she begins to ride you, just taking the sight of her in. She's a magnificent sight, strong and beautiful, and before long, you find yourself thrusting up into her, your body barely heeding your consciousness.

The princess takes your good hand, bringing it up to her tit. You squeeze and caress your bride's flesh, marvelling in the feel of her pureblood human body. Kara leans down, kissing you, tasting herself as she does.

Long minutes pass, the two of you cresting waves of pleasure together, before Kara climaxes. Her moans of delight get higher and more shrill as she does. Her normal manner of speaking may have been that of a warrior, a leader, but the lilt in her tone as she comes would make any maiden proud.

Only barely managing to avoid finishing inside her, as she'd warned you about, at least for now, you pull out of Kara, the princess finishing you off with her mouth.

Her lust still not completely sated, Kara practically drags you to the bedroom. The two of you are under the covers in scant seconds, entwining once again...