To the bedroom

The game continued for a while, but eventually of course the couple ran out of objects. Lady Jenna Greensbro, as wife to the Captain of the Royal Guard, could lead them beyond the party, so she offered to tour them through other places in the palace.

"Bedroom" Lady Jenna said, and when Elwyn turned scarlet red, she remarked to her husband "apparently she already knew the word". Sir Farthof only smirked.

She opened the door, and lit an oil lamp as the other two joined them. They moved to the center of the room, but only Farthof noticed when Lady Jenna locked the door.

"We shall try actions now" Lady Jenna says, and Farthof explains "Commands" this word the princess understood, and nodded.

"Sing?" the elvish voice already carried a sweet melody, and the room echoed her voice with power. When she sang it was of spring, life and joy.

Lady Jenna was no less educated, but her music was distant and sad, placid and forlorn. Elwyn grew concerned, and Farthof moved away, to take a sit in a comfortable chair there.

"Dance?" the princess said, unsure it was the right word. But it was, and she guided the taller woman in one of the simplest salks of the elves, warmly embracing her at the end, and placing a kiss on her cheek, hoping to have cheered Jenna up.

"do you know how that is called?" the redhaired asked 'miqula', says the princess, but then shakes her head "Kiss". Their lips touch, the necromancer quietly letting the noblewoman seduce his innocent wife. The chaste friendship of the first touch is tested again in a second kiss, and on the third it is their tongues that touch. Elwyn´s hand go up and cup the noblewoman´s generous breast, this ignited all the surpressed fire the two women held.

"undress" Jenna breathed between kisses, and was delightly surprised to find the delicate fingers sliding under her gown, her hungry body revealed to this graceful lover. Even her underwear, silk imported from the most distant lands, felt rough when compared to Elwyn fingers, Jenna was glad to feel them gone.

Their necking continued unabated, soft caress with no hurry for the pressing need of release. Slim and quismical, buxon and brazen, their duet was a siren song to the necromancer, it took supreme **** of will to not join them in bed. It paid to wait.

Under Elwyn´s care, Jenna found a conforting pleasure. It wasnt a strong orgasm, but a soft mellowing sensation that brough tears to her eyes, and a satisfied smile to her face. "hurt?" the princess asks, and the noblewoman nods a little.

The slim woman sat slightly below the red haired breasts "Beloved, please help her" Elwyn spread the red haired legs, the trimmed pussy all the invitation he needed. Farthof lowered his belt, and Jenna moan echoed in the room when she felt his engorged cock penetrated her pussy. He was a rough and brutal man, and it hurted.

But the worst blow was to see Elwyn kiss Farthof while he fucked her pussy. Visions of her own husband betraying her with other women, plenty of other women, filled her mind. How could Elwyn be so accepting of his infidelity? Jenna moaned more and more, hoping to make Elwyn hear, but the elven princess kept giving love promises to Farthof while he pounded her all the more with his dick.

Jenna cries in orgasm, and another, and another. She so desperatedly wished to share this with her husband, whom she still loved despite all his flaws. Her mind was in heaven when she felt the engorged cock leave her pussy, only to see Elwyn take it, even smeared with another woman´s love juice, in her waiting lips.

Jenna couldnt take it anymore, she picked up her gown and sneaked out of the room crying.