The wine!

But, of course! It was definitely the wine... it made so much sense! That devious Lythirn, I should have known — why would he suggest that specific bottle of moonberry wine? It was a relief to find the reason, yet I was still here with a... well, no other way to put it - fat elf cock in my mouth! And, thanks to that fucker Lythin’s wine, I was... slightly enjoying myself!

Quickly, I concluded that it was best to accept the wine’s effect and get on with the evening, chalking it all down to a bad decision and some learning experience. There was some curiosity present, too, but I stubbornly preferred to ignore that part.

Relaxing a bit, I let out a low groan, which my hosts took as eagerness... unfortunately! Before I knew it, Elarinya smoothly guided my shoulders down onto the plush cushions. My knees instinctively dropped to find purchase, and I found myself maneuvered onto all fours, my hips elevated and completely exposed to the open air of the grove... and my hosts’ attention!

Even in this new position, Korenmoss didn’t let me off the hook; he knelt right under my face, his thick, pulsing length lining up perfectly with my lips once more and wandering inside. I had barely a second to process being trapped on all fours before a heavy shadow quickly fell over my exposed rear.

I glanced back over my shoulder, my breath hitching as Duskleaf stepped into the space between my thighs, his gaze locked onto my backside. The moment his large, warm hands clamped firmly onto my flared hips, a massive jolt of heat shot straight up my spine. My lower back arched instinctively under his touch, my body offering up my rear before my brain could even register the movement.

By Alonsus, why had I drunk that wine! That had to be the only reason my hips were suddenly tilting upward, practically begging to be touched, all while my mouth was being urged back onto Korenmoss’ rigid member. Pinned between the two of them, I felt utterly exposed, a total contrast to the proud Beornian royalty my sister expected me to be. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Instead... I was actually shivering with anticipation!

Behind me, Duskleaf let out a low, appreciative growl, his thick member pressing firmly against the crevice of my backside. The sheer size of him made me swallow hard, a wave of nervous shyness washing over me as I realized exactly what was about to happen. I wanted to hide my face, mortified by how eagerly my body was reacting to him, but as Korenmoss slid back into my mouth and Duskleaf’s slick warmth began to press against my tight entrance, my breath hitched in a mix of pure shock and undeniable excitement.

The double onslaught was immediate, obliterating the last of my fragile composure. As Korenmoss established a steady rhythm in my mouth, Duskleaf pushed smoothly into my tight ass. I let out a muffled, high-pitched gasp around Korenmoss’ member, my fingers clawing desperately into the velvet cushions as my hips began to roll into the dual friction entirely against my will.

Around us, the party seemed to blur into a haze of low, appreciative murmurs. Lythirn watched from the edge of the cushions, a thoroughly satisfied smirk on his face as his devious little wine plot yielded spectacular results. Elarinya knelt right beside my head, her fingers gently sweeping my sweating hair out of my eyes, whispering praises that only made my cheeks burn hotter.

“Look at our little prince,” she cooed, her golden eyes flashing with delight as she gestured downward. “So noble on the outside, yet so beautifully slutty on the inside!”

Following her gaze, my heart nearly stopped. In this arched, exposed position, my own member was fully visible to everyone in the room - and it was utterly betraying me! It was dripping, completely rigid, and pulsing hard against my lower stomach with every thrust from behind. There was absolutely no hiding it, no blaming the shadows. I was being thoroughly used by two massive male elves, and my own body was proudly announcing to the room just how much it loved every single second of it.

Mortified by my own blatant arousal, I tried to tuck my head down, a whimper escaping my throat. But the sheer pleasure was too intense to fight. My shy protests dissolved into helpless, breathless friction, my body completely taking over as I sank deeper into the scandalous, intoxicating rhythm of their sharing. Worst of all, I could feel my climax approaching... rapidly!

Before I could even wrap my wine-addled brain around the sheer panic of an impending climax, Duskleaf shifted his grip, his large thumbs digging into the dips of my waist to lock my hips into a relentless, unforgiving pace. Every deep, heavy stroke from behind sent a shattering jolt of electricity straight to my core, matching the slick, rhythmic stretch filling my throat. I was entirely pinned, an instrument of their pleasure, completely losing myself to the synchronous friction blurring my vision. My breathless whimpers against Korenmoss’s length grew frantic, my toes curling into the velvet as my body wound up tighter and tighter, completely powerless against the explosive tension pooling in my loins.

“He’s right on the edge,” Lythirn’s voice drifted over the haze, dripping with dark amusement as he stepped closer to watch the final collapse of my royal dignity. Elarinya giggled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my burning, cheek while her fingers lightly toyed with my dripping tip, sending me over the absolute brink. I let out a choked, completely un-princely cry as my body finally buckled, my rigid length violently spraying across my own chest and the cushions below. I was utterly ruined, trembling and thoroughly spent, yet the two tireless elves didn’t slow their pace for a single second, driving me right through the hypersensitive aftermath of my own undoing.

I wish I could say that was the end of it, but in reality... they were just getting started! The following couple of hours, the other male participants joined, completely forgetting Elarinya and the two other female elves on the cushions nearby. I guess I could’ve taken that as a compliment, but I was too busy to pay any attention to that.

I left Lythirn’s place as the morning sun slowly rose up, my mind in shambles, my body reeling from what had just happened... luckily, I was completely sober as I finally remembered - I had not drunk even a single sip of Lythirn’s wine!