Share him with Kara.

With Kara's blessing, you venture out into the camp. You find the mercenary heir clustered around a roaring camp fire, with his half-sisters and some of the other lieutenants in the Oro Elide.

You watch the slender young man for a few moments, listen to him laugh and banter with his compatriots in their melodic mother tongue. About a minute has passed before Khaliq notices you're watching from afar. The smile it causes to inflame upon his features fills you with a certain satisfaction. You turn and head off, confident he'll be excusing himself from the festivities and chasing after you at the earliest convenience.

-

"Your Majesty." Khaliq finds you, in an isolated backway of the ramshackle camp.

"Took you long enough." you say, projecting a haughty tone, trying to downplay just how much you want him in your tent with Kara, wearing one of his fine dresses. Or better yet, nothing at all.

"I'm sorry, Edward." Khaliq says. You chose not to upbraid him for his overly familiar form of address. With any look, you'd be savouring a far more intimate conversation with him soon anyway.

"Let's not waste any more time. Come to my tent as soon as you can. Bring a change of clothes."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Khaliq beams.

"And one more thing, Princess Kara will be there."

-

You return to your tent, finding Kara waiting for you on your bed.

“He's on his way.” you state.

“I take it he'll be getting dressed in here?” Kara assumes. “Spirits, but I'd like to see the lad strolling through camp in his silks and wig.”

“He wouldn't have the nerve.” you point out. “He's really more a mouse than a lion.”

“I can see why you like him though.” Kara says, as you join her on the bed. You can smell the wine on the Beathan's breath as she embraces you. Evidently, she'd had another cup while you were out. “His sisters are bonnie, but wi' him, there's less hair... no tail.”

“Half-sisters.” you remind her, explaining the gulf in appearance between the siblings. Despite their leonine father, Khaliq looked to all the world a human male, with a little elfblood. Rana and Juhi were every bit lionesses. “Besides, there's nothing wrong with a tail on a woman.”

“Really now?” Kara laughs. “Tell me Edward, have you ever been with one of the beastfolk?”

“No.” You answer. There were plenty in your court who wouldn't even talk to or look at the half-animal beings. You were not so prejudiced, not least because of your blood tie to The Shark. But still, you were being honest with Kara when you denied it. “...Have you?”

“Ah, can you imagine it?” Kara scoffs. “If Edward the Amorous hadn't rutted a beast but I had?”

“That's not a no.” you point out.

“Well I haven't.” Kara concedes. “To tell you the truth, there was one at Airgid Carran, when me an' Donald were younger. Half-wolf. All the lassies were keen on him. He was a gamekeeper for Uncle Eoghan. First time I frigged mysel' off, I was thinking of him.”

“Really?” it makes you laugh to think of it. Apparently Akina, your father's spymistress, and a catwoman, had been a sultry presence in her day. Given what your mother had done to her when she'd gotten too close to her identity, however, you'd never seen her in person.

“Aye. At the end of the day, they're just people, same as anyone.” Kara reflects. “Breaks my heart what they go through, just for being different.”

“Maybe you can do something about it, after your coronation.” you say sincerely.

“There are more pressing concerns, aye, but I'd like that.” Kara nods, kissing you.

“And then you could be just like Madeleine, have goblins to tea and everything.” you needle her.

“Fook off with that!” Kara says, playfully whacking your arm. “We're no' so diplomatic wi' those green shites up here.”><

-

Several minutes later, you became aware of a presence, just outside the tent. You invite Khaliq inside, making sure no one is looking before fastening the flap to the tent.

The young prince is apprehensive, but eager, a sizeable satchel slung over his shoulder. You can only think on in anticipation regarding what's inside.

“Nice to see you again, Khaliq.” Kara says, practically purring as she draws close to the young Lion. “Edward told me a little about what you like to get up to.”

“He... he did?” Khaliq mutters, unsure of what to make of that revelation.

“Peace, Khaliq.” you say, hobbling closer to him, putting your arm around his shoulder. “Kara's one of the most dependable people you'll ever meet. Your secret's safe with her.”

“So, what've you got in the bag?” Kara asked. She was filled with a certain predatory excitement. Not something you expected from her, but far from unwelcome.

“J-just my clothes.” Khaliq said, his voice barely more than a whisper, the last word stressed.

“I think I'd like to see them.” Kara decided. Obliging her, Khaliq opened up, revealing first the blue silk gown he'd previously modelled for you. The heir to the Oro Elide was careful with the elegant shimmering garment, not wanting to crease it any more than it's covert transportation already had.

Kara let out an appreciative whistle.

“Nicer than anything I own.” she told him. Thinking back to your time with her in Sinnabarrow, you sort of believed she was telling the truth.

“Looks even better being worn.” you interject.

“Bet it does, my lord. Bet it fookin' does.” Kara responded.

“Get changed.” you tell Khaliq.

“Don't worry, swear on the Spirits I won't peek!” Kara said, positively giggling. The two of you make a show of turning your backs on the femboy. You hear the rustling of fabrics, Khaliq dolling himself up with the same efficiency he might put into dressing for battle. You hear him quickly daub kohl around his eyes, and apply other cosmetics, before indicating he's ready for you.

You turn. Kara whistles as she takes Khaliq in.

“No' bad, Khaliq. No' bad at all.” the Beathan says, drawing closer, taking the younger man, clad in his finery, in.

If your reaction had made him blush, having a comely foreign princess look on him approvingly was enough to make Khaliq beam, his lips, tastefully smeared with a red paint, curled up into a beatific smile.

“You could probably teach me a thing or two, when it comes to this.” Kara says, reaching up to Khaliq's cheek, stroking him tenderly, looking on at his skilfully applied kohl.

“What, you aren't taking tips on make-up from Madeleine?” you scoff, closing the distance between yourself and the others. A spark runs between the three of you now, to be transmitted, from one form to the next, with only a touch, or a kiss.

“Sure you noticed by now, but Edward's got the funny bone!” Kara laughs nonchalantly.

“If last time's any indication...” you begin, “that's not the kind of bone our friend here's most interested in.” you elaborate on your point by pressing up against Khaliq's side, letting him feel your burgeoning hardness.

“Aye? Is that right, Khaliq?” Kara asks playfully. The young Lion can't seem to contain himself any longer.

“Yes! I want him, you, both of you.” the femboy pants in his low, accented tone. You wrap your good arm around him, pulling him close, continuing to grind your prick, now near fully aroused, against him, while Kara leans forward, planting a kiss on Khaliq's trembling lips.

“I don't mind you playing with my husband, lad.” Kara says frankly. “But from now on, I want to at least be invited along.”

“Of course... Your Grace...” the sell-sword prince pants into her mouth. Sliding down the front of his gown, your left hand strokes and teases Khaliq's manhood through his gown. You already feel his hardness beneath layers of silk. Perhaps not as sizeable as the one currently straining to free itself from your breeches, but respectable.

“Tell you what.” Kara decides suddenly. “You're a friend to Beatha, right? You've shed the blood of her invaders, saved Beathan lives. How about I show you some Beathan hospitality?”

Kara sinks to her knees in front of Khaliq.

“By the Radiant Sun, please!” Khaliq moans. You feel his erection thrum with eagerness. “I'm a good friend to Beatha!”

“Oh, are you in for a treat, little Lion.” you whisper into Khaliq's ear, letting your lips brush the femboy's lobe as you speak.

Kara lifts his hem, then rolls down his panties. You keep the shimmering blue silk high, giving your future queen room to work.

“Not too shabby.” Kara notes, tracing a finger along Khaliq's hard length. “Now, who exactly's responsible for this?”

“You are!” the words tumble out of Khaliq's mouth. “Both of you! You both are!”

“You want my wife to suck your cock?” you playfully ask. “She's good, knows what she's doing.”

Not quite as much as her brother. Some dark part of you wanted to blurt it out, just to see how either of them react, but you restrain yourself.

“I need it...” the femboy pleads. Shortly thereafter, Kara takes him into her mouth.

“Do you like that?” you whisper into his ear again. You inhale, savouring the fragrance Khaliq had liberally reapplied.

It would be obvious to anyone just how much the younger foreigner is enjoying this Beathan hospitality, but you want to hear him admit it. Kara's taken most of his length into her mouth now. One of Khaliq's hands clutches the hem of his dress, the other appreciatively strokes Kara's hair.

“Yes! I do!” Khaliq pants, hungrily grinding himself back against you.

You watch on with a certain interest as Kara services Khaliq. You'd lain with the Beathan princess most nights since the two of you were wed, so it's rather novel to see her in congress with another man. Normally, you might be threatened by it, but a man as splendid as Khaliq hardly seemed to pose much of a risk.

Kara playfully teases the slender femboy, taking his brown manhood deep into her mouth, until, after a scant few minutes, her “hospitality” overwhelms him. Khaliq convulses between the two of you, groaning in complete contentment, the curls of his elegant wig shaking as he fills the princess' mouth.

Making a show of it, Kara swallows Khaliq's seed in a way that only makes you want her more. Of course, right now you're so hard that her, Khaliq himself, anyone would suffice.

As if to emphasise that point, you take Khaliq, manhandling him, at least as well as you're able (luckily he seems quite content to play along) and throwing him onto his stomach on the bed.

The heir to the Oro Elide lands on the feather mattress with a soft thump! He stays where he is, awaiting your next bold move.

You don't intend to disappoint him. His gown still lifted up around the front, you tug up the back of the elegant silken design, exposing Khaliq's enticing, womanly arse.

Freeing yourself from your breeches, you move forward. Your cock is crying out to take this soft and inviting creature. You were never one to deny your lusts.

Khaliq groans out, balls his hands into your sheets as you drape yourself over him, position yourself just outside his hole and then slide it home.

Kara looks on in something resembling awe. She's quick to join the two of you in undress, swiftly divesting herself of the simple, warm clothing she usually wore under her leather, mail or plate.

The Beathan sets herself down at the head of the bed, just before you and Khaliq. Her wet sex is mere inches from the young Lion's face, and in the state of abject lust surrender he finds himself in, he's quick to worship anything set before him.

In this case, it's Kara's cunny. The femboy gets to work, tenderly touching her thighs, before leaning in and reciprocating her earlier affections.

Just the sight of it, Khaliq immersed in Kara, flicking his tongue, which you know is talented, across her clitoris, is enough to spur you on. You redouble your efforts, fucking his arse harder and harder.

You hear the mercenary prince moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure into your life, and it fills you with satisfaction. This is what you were born to do.

It was a realisation you'd come to not long after your first trembling forays into carnality. To the outside world, you were a king, a ruler of men. Really, the demonic blood flowed strong in your veins. This is where you were most at home, abed with two innocent, corruptible souls, spurring them on, basking in their sexual energies.

Khaliq comes, his dress rumpled, thrusting down into the bedsheets as you hold him as best you're able, feeling him writhe and convulse as he crests the waves of pleasure.

This seems to trigger something of a chain reaction in Kara, though perhaps it may be related to the way Khaliq moans and howls into her sex as he finishes.

“Fookin' hell!” the Beathan moans, tossing her head back, lost to the ecstasy of it all.

You take them in, two warriors, two people of standing. Rendered into little more than mewling babes, lost in the haze of their own lust, after a little romp with you. It was memories like this that would warm your heart, on those rare nights you had no-one to warm your bed.

Taking in the contrast, Kara's pale beauty and Khaliq's brown, sun-kissed softness, you decide to add to it. Pulling out of Khaliq, you finish yourself off with a few deft strokes, spurting powerfully again and again onto his arse and lower back.

You collapse against the Oro Elide's successor, sated, but only for now...

The rest of the night continues in a haze of passion and red wine. You fuck, the three of your bodies in myriad combinations, You inside Khaliq as he pounds Kara, the two of you taking your lady from either side, the two of them worshipping your cock as you lay back against the pillows. You fuck long after the candles in your tent have guttered out. In fact, by the time the three of you all but collapse against one another, a sweaty, exhausted heap, you're sure the first rays of the sun cannot be far off.