Visit Donald and Jana.

With Kara gone, you decide to check in with her brother.

After a quick inquiry, you find him and Jana in the lord's chambers. While they'd normally be occupied by Eoghan, the older man has ceded them to his king and nephew.

The couple are taking a moment, after the stress of the invasion and the heat of battle, to relax in each other's company.

“Edward!” your fellow king responds, rising to greet you. “Tae what do we owe the pleasure?”

“I've been with Kara, just thought I'd check in, see how you were doing.” you insist.

“Oh? No other reason?” Donald cocks an eyebrow as he draws within arms reach of you.

“I think we know why he's here, love.” Jana interjects. The queen bites her lip as she watches on.

“I admit it.” you slur. “I thought we might celebrate, in our own way.”

“And what do we have to celebrate, dear Edward?” Donald asks, a hand playfully cupping your face.

“So many things. Taking your uncle's castle back, that we're going to win this war. That tonight's the night I'm going to fuck you for the first time.”

The boldness and confidence of your statement prompts a guffaw from Donald and a light moan from his bride.

“Spirits.” the strapping, ginger-haired ruler responds. “You always did have a way with words, Ed.”

Donald caps off his statement by pulling your close, bringing you into a hungry kiss. It's a perplexing sensation initially, your first passionate kiss with another man. There's the same energy, same pleasurable sensation as any woman you've ever made out with, but there's something novel about the intensity with which Donald kisses you, the sensation of his beard against your neatly-shaved face.

You steady yourself on his hips with your good hand, feeling his considerable hardness against you. You find yourself eager to see it freed. Donald, for his part, rests one hand on your arse, the other snaking up your body, eventually stroking your hair.

“I've been waiting for this.” Donald admits, pulling back just enough to speak to you. “Hoping, more like. Was never quite sure if you fancied men, truly.”

“I don't think I do.” you concede. “But you, you're different, Donald. We've been through so much, experienced so much. We're closer than friends, we're like... family.”

“Family you can fuck up the arse.” Donald quips. He really had no idea about you. Much as you loved spending time with and working with your family, it was a little refreshing.

“That, and you might've given me the best blowjob I've ever had in my life.” you admit, thinking back to that time on the road, over a year ago now.

“Maybe we should see if that assertion holds up?” the northern ruler smiles. “I'm sure you've had plenty of better blowjobs since then.”

Plenty yes, his only sister included, as for quality, well you were happy to relive Donald's oral delights.

Settling down onto the lord's bed, you watched on in nervous anticipation as Donald reached into your trousers and pulled free your cock.

Lowering his face to your member, Donald plants a kiss on your tip, his muscular, masculine form betraying the talent, and the eagerness with which he did it.

“We should let Jana join the fray.” Donald suggests with a grin, working your shaft as his gaze passes from you to his queen. “She's quite skilled in these matters, too.”

You weren't about to refuse that. One of the positives of a good relationship with Donald, you supposed. His wife, or his elf bodyguard, would never be far behind.

Taking a moment to divest herself of the light clothing worn under her mail, Jana joins the two of you on the bed. She snakes her blue-inked body over your stiff leg, bringing her face just about level to your prick.

“We've missed you, Edward.” Jana admits, with far more decorum than her husband. “Donald would speak of you as often and as fondly as Kara did.”

The king of Beatha may have been completely unashamed of his... proclivities, but that... that brought something of a blush to his cheeks.

“There goes my roguish demeanour.”

“It matters not, lover.” Jana assures him. “All that matters right now is pleasure. Ours, and Edward's!”

And with that, the warrior-woman focuses her lips and tongue more entirely on your prick. She wraps her soft lips around your cock-head, taking it, then inch after inch of your thick shaft into her mouth. She was indeed as skilled as Donald had claimed.

The king himself, focuses on your sack. He takes both of your sizeable testes into his mouth, eagerly sucking on them, humming, causing pleasure to jolt through the entire lower half of your body.

From his lower vantage point, Donald looks up at you. There's something in his fiery, loving gaze that tells you just how much you've just altered your relationship with him, and you're plenty intrigued by that thought.

His blonde companion redoubles her efforts, not wanting to be found wanting. She takes your entire shaft in her throat, it creating an alluring bulge in her cheek. Jana and Donald's mouths all but meet in the middle, your entire groin pretty much engulfed in hot, wet, talented Beathan mouths.

Reaching down with your good hand, you appreciatively stroked the back of Donald's head. You would've caressed Jana's too, were you of able body, but it seemed more proper to show Donald the effect he was bringing to bear on you.

That, or you simply just wanted him more than Jana. The idea was peculiar to you. Hells, the idea of wanting a man full stop was, but it had to be a little reinforced by the fact that, as you saw the confident, beautiful blonde warrior-woman suck you, you were instead wishing it was her husband who was deepthroating you.