"This IS an audience."

Her brother Prince Soleon was smiling at her. Almost smirking. He was chewing on a long grass stem. His prick was exposed, long and dangling low, and glistening with recent use. He toyed with it as he met Philippa's gaze.

"It... it's near time for the audiences," Philippa said quietly to her eldest brother, not wanting to break the spell of her brother Stellus and the Traveler girl consummating their carnal union a few steps away.

"If you hadn't noticed," Soleon replied quietly, "This is an audience, not a roll in the hay. Princess Aradia of the Travelers is receiving Princes Soleon and Stellus of Eferia, in honor of our unbroken alliance of mutual support. Bide a wee, sister? She would receive you also."

Stellus's voice began to catch as he rose toward his climax.

Philippa raised her eyebrows in confusion. Eloise took her arm. "It is even so, child," she said. "For the Travelers, love, war, and diplomacy are one. Fidelity counts little, but loyalty all." She turned to Soleon. "Let her receive me, I am Princess Royal. Philippa, girl, go with Taff, and prepare. Soleon, it is time. Stow your prick and attend your sister. Shanks, wait with Stellus and myself."

Philippa found herself bustled off quietly between Taff and her brother Soleon, who recovered his horse from a tree at the edge of the camp. She looked back over her shoulders to see Eloise bending over Stellus and the Traveler princess, applying her riding crop lightly to the Prince's buttocks and squeezing his prick-root with her other hand. Stellus lurched his hips forward, groaning and spunking the Traveler princess as had his brother before. Stellus's horse Pumpkinhead contributed a whinny in chorus with his master's Pleasures. The last she saw was Eloise loosening her clothes as she prepared for the Traveler princess to receive her.