The prince and his elf.

As tempting as another night of exploring Vanessa's voluptuous body is, you have to go with Donald. Who knows if he'll remain as eager to share for the rest of the Contests?

"Lead the way." You say. The prince is obviously pleased.

-

Five minutes later, you're stood naked in Donald's tent, Daena, her leather armour behind you on the floor, is on all fours in the prince's bed, just waiting for you to mount her.

As pleasing to the eye as Daena was in her leathers, they couldn't do justice to what she was hiding beneath them. Every inch of the brunette's skin seems sculpted out of the finest marble by a loving artisan. She is slim, toned, and fully endowed of the otherworldly grace and beauty her kind are synonymous with. Her wet twat, completely hairless, seems to exert a gravity on you. Both your tongue and your prick call out for her honeypot.

"Go on, Edward, she's all yours." Donald says. "Daena, let's give him the fuck of his life, eh?"

You climb onto the bed, your infirmity all but forgotten as you steady yourself on your knees, and taking your length in hand, guide it into her cunt.

Vow of silence or not, Daena is unable to avoid loosing the smallest of gasps as you penetrate her. Part of you wants to seize on that, to fuck the elf as hard as you can, until she, wracked with pleasure, is **** to moan out your name.

It passes, and instead you ease yourself into the elf slowly, intending to savour it. Your mother tore through lovers, often taking everything they had. Tonight, however, you would appreciate Daena's body as you had the bottle of drink before.

Next, Donald climbs into the bed behind you.

You're a little shocked as, taking firm hold of your arse, he guides himself to your virgin hole, the drooling head of his prick faintly searching for your entrance.