New visitors in the morning hours

The following morning, a soft knock rouses you from sleep. Two female voices drift through the heavy wood: “Sire, may we enter?”

You pull open the door to find King Richard’s twin daughters. They stand side-by-side, their hands interlaced so tightly their knuckles show white against the blue of their veins. They are perfectly identical, save for the subtle difference in the shades of their lipstick.

The air is thick with a different kind of tension than the clinical coldness of the southern sisters or the familiarity of your own family. It is a fragile, nervous energy.

“Please forgive the intrusion, Sire,” the twin on the left says, her voice soft and timid. “But we have been informed that it is our time.”

“I hope your rooms have been to your liking,” you offer, trying to break the awkward silence.

“They are more than adequate,” the sister on the right answers. “Now that we have moved the beds together.”

The sister on the left adds quickly, “I hope you don’t mind. We have always been together; we cannot sleep apart.”

“Of course not,” you reassure them. “I wish for you to be comfortable as we go through this.”

They share a fleeting, relieved smile, still hovering by the door. “Would you... would you like us to undress, Sire?” the first asks, her deep blue eyes darting toward her sister for support.

Noticing their hesitation, you speak gently. “Only if you wish to take your chance at the throne. If you do not, I hold no ill will. I will even lie to your father to keep your integrity intact.”

“It isn’t that we don’t want the chance,” the sister on the left explains. “It is just that we have never been more than a foot apart. The thought of one of us standing to the side while you... perform the royal duty with the other... it is frightening.”

“Who said anyone had to stand to the side?” you ask.

They look at you with wide eyes. “We were always told that sharing a bed in such a way was impossible. It is why we never sought suitors.”

“That may be true if you were expected to wed different men,” you say, "but I am one man. There is no reason you cannot both share my bed."

Relief washes over them. With practiced, delicate hands, they begin to unbutton their royal gowns. They move with incredible skill, folding three layers of heavy fabric perfectly to avoid a single crease. Naked, they are indistinguishable—matching blushes, slight frames, and identical features.

They climb into the bed, pressing themselves so tightly together that there isn't room for a shadow between them.

“Which of you wishes to be first?” you ask.

They offer a silent, telling look. Neither. It isn't a lack of desire, but a fear of experiencing something the other has not.

“Very well,” you propose. “I will enter one with my hand and the other with my cock at the same time. If you keep your eyes closed, you will never know which is which.”

They nod in unison, clamping their eyelids shut. You part their legs and take a deep, savoring breath. As promised, you enter them in one slow, deliberate motion: your cock into the warmth of the twin on the left, your fingers into the trembling heat of the twin on the right.

They squeeze each other’s hands, their faces contorted as you pass through their maidenheads, but they keep their eyes tight. Once the deed is done, you withdraw and clean yourself before sliding back into the twin on the right.

“You may open your eyes now, my fair ladies.”

The twin on the right gasps as she looks at her sister. “We did it. We lost our virginities together.”

The twin on the left beams, clutching her sister's hands. “Yes! Now, let us get pregnant together!”

You let out a low moan. “I don’t know if the timing can be exact... I only have the one cock.”

She smiles playfully. “That’s all right. It will be close enough. Thank you for doing this for us.”

As you move with them, the experience is entirely different from the night before. They focus on one another, watching each other’s expressions and listening to each other’s sighs. It isn't a sexual attraction between them, but a profound need to ensure they are sharing the journey. Their audible, visible pleasure makes the encounter as rewarding for you as it is for them.

That night, the arrangement remains the same: a shared bed, a shared experience, and no more fear of being apart.