You prove to be a proper Gentleman

As you come off the stage, your small performance complete, the Royal Family approached you quickly, as the rest of the audience moved about to begin socializing. Queen Belvedine, and Princess Trevolia were the first and most eager to approach you, their faces beaming, with the King Insagn and Prince Varkileus behind them.

"Sir Sivle, that was a great performance. You are truly a master with your instrument."

Complements from such a lovely woman never fail to make your face turn hot "You are far too king Your Majesty. I actually feel like I had lost myself in the performance; that I had gone somewhere. It was a surreal experience to be sure. I am just thankful that I have been given the opportunity to perform for you all."

"You don't give yourself enough credit young man" The King spoke up, walking through his wife and daughter to wrap his arm around your shoulder "You are far more than just a talented musician. There's any number of pedestrian minstrels in the city that could have been hired for a paltry coin, if that's what we wanted. You have a title of nobility, and you and your father both have been very dear to this family. Why, if not for your father, none of us would be here to speak." As the king speaks, you see the involuntary eye roll of the Prince, having grown tired of hearing this story so many times. It's frustrating for you to see, as you were both good friends in your youth.

"Yes, of course my King." You respond with humility. "I greatly appreciate the kinship" As you say that, you see the way the Queen and Princess look at you start to change. Both have taken you to their bedrooms on multiple occasions, amazingly without ever being caught, and it looks like they may be wanting to do so again. The cleavage of their breasts largely exposed in their fine ball dresses, it would be remiss to say that you couldn't reciprocate that desire.

"You have been unquestionably loyal to the family, and to the Kingdom, young Sivle, and there are rewards that come with such loyalty. There are positions within the royal Court, that would be yours if you were but to ask."

"I am humbled by your offer, King Insagn, but I feel it would be a dishonor against you to do so. I would much prefer that any position or occupation I take from my own hands and my own capabilities, and not a favored relationship."

The royal family all giggle lightly at the sentiment "You have such a romantic, plebian way of understand the world. Your father is much the same way" The Queen spoke up "There are none here that would fault you for taking the position."

The princess looked around for a moment, before grabbing the King's attention "Look Father, your brother has finally arrived! You haven't seen him in so long, you and Varkileus should visit with him before he gets too **** to speak."

"A good sport you are my dear, and a keen eye. Come along, I'm sure he has keen stories to tell" As the King takes prince Varkileus with him, you see him dart his eyes back at you and glare at you; either not trusting you with his sister and mother, or just not liking that you're left alone with them.

"Enough talk of politics and work, this is a celebration event after all. Could you perform for us again, please?" The Queen asks, slowly closing the distance between you and her, one small step at a time.

"Gladly, my Queen. Though, it would seem the rest of the crowd is rather taken into their socializing, I would hate to disrupt them."

"Than, perhaps a private performance" The princess steps close in as well, near enough to touch. The mixture of their perfumes and tantalizing beauty are quickly intoxicating. "Away from everyone else" She flutters her small fan across her chest, bringing your eyes down to them.

"Of course" You reply quietly, trying to maintain your bearing "The pleasure is mine."

"Hopefully not all of it" The queen responds with a small giggle. With a quick glance to ensure noone is watching, the three of you leave the ballroom together. This would be the first time you've taken both the noblewomen to bed at the same time, and never told one about your escapades with the other. While you'd want to know how they found out, and how they grew to both accept this, you figure that's a conversation to be had later. Enjoy the moment, and make sure they leave truly contented.

You quickly arrive in the Queen's bedroom, a large space with enormous windows that let fill the space with warm natural light, and a grand view of the valley below. None would be able to look in here to see what you're doing; a fact you previous tested with the Queen, having pressed her directly into the glass as you penetrated her. The princess made a quick check on all the doors in to ensure they were locked, while her mother was already working to undress herself from her large dress. Her work is distracted as you quickly take to making soft, moist kisses along her shapely neck, moving further up with each one. Belvedine starts to quiver already.

"Oh, you are so dreadful Silve!" She lets out "going for my weak spot already. You know I can't focus on anything when you do that."

"I do" You reply smugly "I know where all of your weak spots are. And your daughters, and I hope to use them all" You draw your hand forward, grabbing around her waist and down to her groin. Though with all the layers of her dress, you couldn't grasp at her pussy in any real terms, but it was enough to get the message across. Again, the Queen started to feel weak at the knees, bobbing down. Your other hand gravitates to her chest, grabbing hold of her large tits and squeezing near the nipple.

"That's enough from you young man" She says with a gentle shove, pushing you away to regain herself, and get back to her task. "It looks like Trevolia is ready for you; have your way with her while I prepare to join you."

Looking up, the Princess was sitting upright in her mothers bed, nude but for the silvery white stockings and gloves that ran up past her elbow, her dainty legs pressed together. She was radiant as the midday shown on her soft pale skin, the soft freckles from her face running all the way down her body. You kiss passionately with her, filling the room with soft wet noises, growing slowly to moans as your kissing leaves her lips and moves down to her plump tits. She clearly inherited the best parts of her mothers appearance; though not quite as large, they were a marvel in their own right. Soft and delicious, they were a joy for your lips to touch, as your nimble tongue fluttered against her nipple. As you practiced your loving craft, she wrapped her arms around your neck, gently running her fingers through your course dark hair. She finally parts her legs, planting her arms behind her as she leans back to give you the access to her tender, young pussy. You descend on her without compunction, making slow tongue strokes along her folds. Trevolia moans loudly and shudders at the touch.

"Oh my" You hear the Queen behind you, having already nearly forgotten that there was anyone else here. "You really are the tender lover. I nearly had to declare war on the King for him to approach that area, and never with such skill." She comes up behind you, similarly naked, gently tugging at your arms for you to stand up, to which you comply, your eyes locked on the princess as you rise.

"Why don't you show me how you make my daughter scream?" She says as she wraps her arms around your waist, freeing your erection as she admits to fully knowing about your previous escapades. The monster loose, you gently stroke the head against the wetness of Trevolia's pussy before slowly pushing in.

"Ohhhh fuck!" She moans out, her back arching already. You slowly slide in and out, letting the pleasure build in time. As you find your rhythm, the Queen works to finally get you out of your clothes as well, undoing the buttons of your vest and shirt from behind you. Your chest bare and your pants tugged down, you feel free enough. Grabbing the princess by a hip with one hand, you pull her closer as you pick up your pacing. The Queen lays beside her Princess, legs splayed out in eager anticipation. Your free hand finds its way as multiple fingers crawl in her soaking pussy, pushing back and forth with the same graceful touch as your cock. The moans build louder and louder.

"Oh, Gods! Silve, you're so good! It's like your cock was made for me!" The princess lets out as she melts into the bed. You leave her mother dry for a moment, as you begin to thrust into her harder, grabbing one of her tits with the hand that was just insider her mother. The touch and pinching, along with the extra **** was just what was needed, as she writhed and convulsed her way through an orgasm. You give her a moment to pause, which the Queen uses to make her case.

"It's my turn to get that lovely dick" She protests, to which you both comply. Knowing her preference, you climb to bed with her, sitting up. Belvedine sits in your lap, skewering herself on your cock, moaning loudly. Her legs around you, she slowly rocks herself back and forth, grinding on your cock. Her tits, even larger than her daughters, stare at you in the face, and you are only too eager to play with them. Mouth open, you take large amounts of it in, sucking on her fatty tits as you lick up and down on her nipples. She leans into your body to find her spot, and before too long moves her legs so she can properly push you down into the bed, shoving her tits in your mouth.

"yes, enjoy these boobs my sweet boy. They're yours whenever you want them." Ironically, just as she says this, she sits up, pulling away. She turns around, riding your cock backwards, letting you see her petite ass. No sooner does she start to rock on it that her daughter rejoins.

"I need that tongue again Silve" You eagerly oblige as the princess sits on your face, holding onto the edge of the headboard of the queens bed. You try to do both women justice, but you feel you have to focus on the princess, letting the Queen rock to her hearts content as your hips lay idle. It's still enough for her, and you. In short order, The Queen finally comes, followed by you just a few seconds after, as the princess digs her hand down to her pussy to give the extra stimulation, squirting on your face. It's an awkward and new sensation for you, but riveting.

"What a wonderful performance" The queen remarks with laughs from everyone "But I feel we may have overstayed our welcome, we should return swiftly."