Yes.

"Actually, I've changed my mind. You can suck me, if you want." You tell Donald.

"Really? I thought you weren't-" the Beathan begins.

"An hour ago, I wasn't a killer, either. Things can change." You insist.

"A fair point." the prince nods. "Lean yourself back, brother. I'll take care of everything."

Obliging, you recline, letting Donald take the lead. Delicately, he reaches into your trousers and wraps his fingers around your prick. This is definitely a first for you.

Exposing your member to the elements, Donald offsets the cold by beginning to stroke it, his hand as deft at bringing you pleasure as it was raised against the bandits.

"Still can't believe you're... never in a million years would I have thought..." you pant, as the crown prince's efforts elicit a small moan from you.

"I find people beautiful." Donald admits. "Man or woman, it has nothing to do with it. You, Edward, are beautiful."

With that, the Beathan bows his head, tenderly planting a little kiss on the already drooling tip of your cock.

"Heavens..." you groan, eager for his lips.

"Do you want it, Edward?" Donald asks, working your shaft faster and faster with both hands. "Does my beautiful little king want my lips?"

You can hardly take it anymore. The skill with which he manipulates your cock, the roguish smile the warrior-prince flashes up at you.

"Please... I want it." You mewl. The tall, muscular royal is only happy to oblige. Opening his mouth, he brings his lips down, taking in your cockhead in one sensuous motion.

You're blown away by the Beathan's oral skills. Many have knelt for you were Donald is now, but of the humans, he has to be one of the best. Despite his powerfully masculine presence, the young heir is a better cock polisher than most of Itheria's hired fuckmeat.

"Oh gods!" You can't help but moaning the words out, tossing your bloody face back as a look of wicked pleasure plays across it.

"How many?" You ask, stroking Donald's fiery hair. "How many men have you done this for?"

"A dozen?" Donald responds, alternating to stroking your cock again. "I have to be careful, or it'd be hundreds."

"Though... out of all those men, there's only been one king." the Beathan admits, bringing his mouth down to deferentially plant his lips on your drooling tip.

His action excites you in a way that the Edward who departed the Capital not long ago could hardly have imagined.

"You F-fucking slut..." You slur playfully. "Why don't you get back to work?" Donald flashes you a smile.

"Surreal, being on the opposite end of that." the prince chuckles, before obliging your naughty command. Opening his mouth for you, Donald returns to the task at hand, making you shoot in his mouth.

Your appreciation of Donald's beauty may have been more... theoretical than some of the beauties you'd had kneel for you over the years, but there was no denying the Beathan's enthusiasm, or his skill.

At the end of the day, just about the only difference from a blowjob from Vanessa was that you didn't feel beard hairs prickling against your balls when you grabbed her head and put her to work.

"Fuck..." You moan as you explode, seizing Donald's head and fucking your cock into his face with every uncontrollable spurt.

The prince makes for a rather courteous wench, swallowing every rope of warm, gooey seed you have to give him.

Your needs attended to, the pair of you make yourselves decent and crawl into the camp's tent. Donald promises you you'll need plenty of sleep to properly enjoy the further depravity in store for you tomorrow.