Take Elodie, hard.

Seizing the moment, you limp forward, press Elodie up against one of Madeleine's various workbenches, and enter her arse.

"Huh!" Madeleine gasps, surprise giving way to a red, wolf-like smile. "That's... certainly an answer. I think I'll rather enjoy an open-minded king like yourself, Edward."

Elodie whimpers as you give her your full length. She may have a cock, but her arse, her tits, they feel as soft and welcoming as any more... conventional woman's.

“Give it to her hard, Edward.” Madeleine urges you, voice dripping with satisfaction. “I want to see her suffer!”

Gripping onto the somewhat unwilling futa's left hip, you begin thrusting in and out of her. Her arse is tight, almost virginal.

“Dieux!” Elodie wails, gripping the table for support as you start reaming her in earnest.

“This is hilarious!” Madeleine titters, coming to within an arm's reach of you both.

“I can't quite tell if she hates it, or loves it.” the sadistic princess notes, reaching down to tickle Elodie's cock with two of her fingers. Bent over the table, Elodie's prick is pressed up against the very edge, slowly growing hard from the rather... forceful fucking you're subjecting her to.

“Well, aren't you going to thank me, Ellie?” Madeleine asks, stroking her lady-in-waiting's hair, as if she's nothing more than a pet. “Did you ever think you'd be where you are now, getting bedded by a king? You should count yourself lucky. This is, most likely, the first time a royal's stuck his cock in one such as yourself, hmm?”

Knowing what you do of Donald's proclivities, you're not as sure as Madeleine is, but you keep quite and focus on thrusting into the “lucky” blonde.

“Thank you... Thank you, Your Excellency...” Elodie moans, albeit without much conviction.

“My pleasure, Ellie.” Madeleine smiles, leaning in to give her servant a peck on the cheek. She leaves the blond a smear of red paint on her cheek as she pulls away.

You feel your body tensing, your cock beginning to throb and pulse as you fuck Elodie as hard as you can.

“Ah, I think King Edward is close, Ellie!” Madeleine informs her servant. “Why don't you ask him to breed your cunt? Go on, Ellie. Beg for it.”

If Elodie is confused or otherwise taken aback by the controlling royal's directions, she voices no objections. You imagine that the events of the last hour have been plenty to put the palace lady back in her place.

“Please, Your Majesty!” Elodie looks back, her facial expression quite the contrast from her statements. “You must cum inside me! Breed me, my king! Breed my cunt!”

“Gods!” Madeleine howls. “Hysterical! I wish Benjamin were here. He gets so moralistic, but part of him loves these little games.”

Despite the strangeness of the whole affair, or perhaps, indeed, because of it, you can't help but enjoy the sheer tightness of Elodie's arse, and the dark satisfaction of bending her over and taking her, as brutally as you like.

Hilting yourself in the handmaid, you cum, spurting your seed into her arse, “breeding” her as Madeleine watches on in delight.

As you pull out of the blonde, Madeleine winds a finger into her hair and flings her to the ground.

“You've done quite well Ellie, but now you need to thank Edward for showing you such a splendid time!” Madeleine tells her. “Clean him up.”

Wordlessly, Elodie secures herself on your hips, and gets to work, sucking and licking your spent cock.

“Good girl. Wouldn't do to have your common stink on the king, would it?” Madeleine jeers.

As Elodie works, Madeleine draws closer to you, leaning up until her face is mere inches from yours.

“You're so... interesting, Edward!” Madeleine enthuses, struggling to keep her voice on an even keel. “None of the other men my father's considered are so... None of them would've touched Ellie after she showed off her little secret, I suppose.”

“Just think.” Madeleine continues, her bottom lip atremble slightly. “If we get married, we can do stuff like this all the time!”

Elodie pauses briefly in her ministrations.

“Not just to Ellie, you understand!” Madeleine clarifies. “There are so many people here we can play with. The Tournesols... They played nice before, yes, but I know they hate me! Rose, the thin one. She says things behind my back, I know it. And my father's wife. When I'm Queen, I'm going to have her shipped off to La Mercure. You can have her before we throw her in a cell...”

“Ah, but I'm getting carried away.” Madeleine realises. To put it mildly, you think. “Still, I hope we're wed. I could see myself being rather happy. Being queen to two different realms doesn't sound bad, either...” she admits.

You struggle to think of what to say. Having all but pledged yourself to Kara, it's a little surprising to be reminded of the ostensible reason for your presence in Sinnabarrow.

“I'd... like that as well.” You say non-committally. “M-may the gods see it happen.”

“May they just!” Madeleine says excitedly. “Edward... can I kiss you?”

You're surprised at the bashfulness with which Madeleine asks it. Here she was, having just had you **** her servant, making her suck your cock. Now she was playing coy over a mere kiss? You were beginning to see how Donald's negative impression of the young princess had been formed.

“O-of course.” you respond, ever the diplomat. Your answer seems to delight Madeleine, and eyes fluttering closed ever so slightly, the petite woman leans up, bringing her lips to yours for a brief kiss.

“That was nice.” Madeleine remarks, withdrawing from you ever so slightly. “Ellie, that's enough.”

She swats her servant on the head playfully, and Elodie stops “cleaning” you up. As the handmaiden rises, trying to make herself decent once again, Madeleine catches her in an embrace from behind.

“I'm sorry for what I made Edward do just now, Ellie.” Madeleine insists. “I simply got a bit... carried away.”

As she attempts to soothe her servant, Madeleine's hand snakes around her side, enclosing once more around Elodie's cock.

“Milady, what are you doing?”

“Ssh!” Madeleine begins. “I know how much you like my hands. Let me do this for you.”

Pacified, Elodie remains still for a few further minutes, as Madeleine strokes her off.

“Interested in her yourself, Madeleine?” You ask playfully.

“What? No!” Madeleine insists. “I've never done anything of the sort, never lain with her, never sucked on her cock. It's just sometimes I do this... help her along.”

“We're friends, after a fashion, you see.” Madeleine tells you, as her pace increases. You find yourself glad you don't have any friends like Madeleine.

“Darling Ellie serves me so faithfully, occasionally, I'll give... something... like this.” Madeleine says, her tone slowing as Elodie gasps and climaxes, spraying an impressive load for a woman her size.”Back.”

Watching the two women hold their embrace, as Elodie's panting subsides, you contemplate your next move.