Grab a towel

Looking quickly in Adella’s direction to confirm that her back is to him, Stewart grabs a towel, rises from the tub, and hastily wraps the towel around his waist. Still dripping from the bath, he moves toward the door.

Adella turns and sees him and says, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he responds, as a second knock sounds from the door.

Adella rises from the bed and moves toward the door. Stewart averts his gaze from her bare breasts as they jiggle slightly with each step. She appears to be oblivious to the effect she is having on him, and she says, “Honestly, Brother... As informal as these people are, I hardly think it appropriate for the King of Mirantia to answer the door, dripping wet from his bath. Let me see who it is.”

Stewart is about to protest that it’s no better to have the Princess Royal bare her breasts in that fashion, but she is already at the door, opening it partially and peering outside.

Stewart hears the voice of the tiger woman who had visited them earlier.

“Forgive me if I have caused coitus interuptus, but Lord Althesire wishes you to know that he is hard and erect, eager to copulate with you and present you to his guests so you may be pleasured by their tongues and throbbing genitals.”

By this point, Stewart didn’t need Adella’s explanation and figured that meant Althesire and guests were ready for Stewart and Adella to join them — presumably for pleasurable conversation and other activities. Even with the head knowledge of the innocence of those words, however, his already-aroused cock couldn’t help but do its own throbbing as pictures of the invitation’s literal meaning sped through his imagination.

Adella glances over her shoulder at her brother before responding.

“My clitorus is likewise throbbing, and I long to feel everyone’s tongue between my thighs. The king, however, requires additional foreplay before he can spread the guests’ legs and penetrate them with his penis.”

She gives her brother another quick glance, and Stewart detects a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

She again addresses the tiger woman and says, “Perhaps you would engage in foreplay with him while I enter into the long-expected orgy. When the king has been satiated by your pleasurable orifaces, could you bring him to the orgy so you may each engage in swinging with this evening’s many lovers?”

“Adella!” Stewart exclaims, “what do you think you are doing?”

She smiles sweetly at him and says, “I’m just giving you some time to get ready without me here to make you uncomfortable, little brother.... I’ll go and make small talk with Althesire, and...”

She turns and speaks to the woman in the hallway. “What were you called when you emerged from the love canal of the woman who was impregnated by the copious seed of your penis-bearing parent?”

“Tonia is the name called out by my lovers as they ejaculate in mind-blowing passion,” she responds.

Adella again turns to Stewart. “Tonia here will assist you with anything you need to finish getting ready, and then she’ll bring you to where you need to be.”

Before Stewart can respond, Adella opens the door the rest of the way and ushers Tonia into the room. After one more mischievous look — and a barely-stifled giggle — Adella departs, closing the door behind her, leaving Stewart alone in the room with Tonia.

She is dressed as before, wearing only a loincloth. Stewart is still dripping wet and wears only the towel around his waist.

Tonia looks at him and says, “I eagerly would engage in foreplay with you, Your Majesty. My nipples grow hard and my vagina grows quite wet at the privilege of stroking your cock and preparing it for hard and decisive entry. Shall I lift my tail and spread my legs for you?”

Stewart gives himself a few seconds before responding. He needs that time to finish the long and impressive list of obscene names he is silently calling his sister. He is really beginning to regret his decision to bring her on this mission, and this prank of hers, which is really worthy of a teenage schoolgirl, is not only flat-out embarassing and awkward, but it genuinely has the potential of ruining the entire diplomatic initiative.

He also needs time to process Tonia’s words. Had they been spoken back home, they would have been considered risqué, even in a brothel. Here, however, Stewart had to remember that they certainly had an innocent meaning — he just had to figure out what it was.

Tonia’s face reveals concern when he doesn’t answer. “What is wrong, Your Majesty? Does your cock grow limp at my offer to put out for you? Would it please you if I lick your balls until you are ready for intercourse?”

Stewart’s mind races for an appropriate response.