Threesome

Kara deposits Madeleine onto her bed, and in a span of seconds, the two of you have set upon the petite princess. You kiss at her slender neck, while Kara fights with the Crown Princess' ornate silks.

“Why do you have to wear such frivolities, so far from your fancy court?” Kara laughs, fighting with whale-bone buttons and other fastenings.

“First, I'd just die if word got back to the capital of my wearing slapdash attire.” Madeleine admits. “Second, well, you could learn to carry yourself with a little more style, darling. Imagine if you cut a silhouette like mine!”

“I know about cutting. Cutting off limbs, heads wi' my axe!” Kara growls in the other woman's ear.

“Eek.” Madeleine mouths sarcatically. “Edward, aren't we just petrified of Kara the Conqueror?”

“You should be.” Kara winks. “The things I can do wi' these hands!”

She playfully swipes them down Madeleine's side.

“I'm petrified!” Madeleine announces giddily. “Honestly Kara, you're such a brute! I don't know how you resisted the urge to carry me draped over your shoulder.”

“Honestly, I'd like to see that.” you can't help but comment.

“I know what I'd like to see.” Kara comments, taking Madeleine's gown and simply shredding the front open with her hands.

If the destruction of her outfit bothered the younger princess, Kara's rough undressing of her assuaged her anger. Madeleine's chest heaves, her breasts covered only by small clothes of white lace.

“Ach, so fancy!” Kara remarks, tracing one of Madeleine's cups with an assured finger. “You and Rhona really have a lot in common.”

“I'd tell you to invite her in, but honestly, you two might be more than I can handle.” Madeleine says saucily, grabbing Kara once again and pulling her close.

The three of you nuzzle each other, your prick practically straining against your trousers at this point.

Madeleine sits up, and unfastens her bra, baring her tits to you and Kara, her nipples erect, and not, you suspect, simply from the chill in the air.

“You really are a sight to behold, Maddie.” Kara remarks, taking the half-naked royal in.

“No one calls me that.” Madeleine protests.

“I think I do, now.” Kara laughs. Leaning down, she plants a loving kiss on one of Madeleine's delicate buds. “Beautiful, isn't she?” she asks you. Despite your problems with her on a personal level, despite her... eccentricities, you have to agree.

“You're beautiful too, Kara.” Madeleine comments. “In a rustic, rough-hewn sort of a way. Almost like-”

Withdrawing from the other princess' décolletage, Kara cheekily pinches her lips.

“Beautiful, but Spirits, you talk to much.” Kara says. “Edward and I are going to have to find another use for that mouth of yours.”

This prospect seems quite agreeable to the Sinnabarrovian, despite it all. Kara rises from the bed, and you watch as she quickly divests herself of her boots, trousers and padded shirt. Madeleine lays back in her ruined gown, watching the warrior woman undress with just as much fascination as she would any of her experiments.

Climbing back onto the bed, Kara takes the hem of Madeleine's gown, tugging the ruined garment down her legs, until all that keeps her from joining Kara in complete nakedness are her panties.

You free your cock, wishing you had the flexibility to swiftly shed your tunic and trousers.

“Ohhh, Kara, I've dreamed of this.” Madeleine admits, as Kara's fingers creep into the waistband of Madeleine's small-clothes, peeling them down. “Ever since you started visiting me!”

Funny, you thought. Madeleine may have seen such an encounter in her sleeping hours, you were fairly certain you had daydreamed of beholding just such a thing too.

Madeleine stripped, Kara interlocks with her, bringing womanhood to womanhood. The Sinnabarrovian's petite form is already atremble as Kara begins to thrust herself against her.

You draw a little closer. Kara leans over, kissing you tenderly, even as she rides Madeleine without mercy.

After a few minutes, Kara pulls away. When the younger princess mewls needily for her, she smiles, moving onto her front. She trails kisses down the Sinnabarrovian's slender frame, her mouth eventually alighting on Madeleine's petals.

Madeleine gasps and moans for Kara, gold-ringed fingers reaching back to grip the bedposts.

While Kara puts her mouth to pleasuring Madeleine, you surge forward, intending to exact the same services from Madeleine.

You thrust your hard prick at her. Madeleine defers, opening her mouth for you. You guide your cock inside, resting your hand on Madeleine's vermilion hair to steady yourself.

Madeleine begins to suck you off, working and massaging your shaft, your sac with her delicate fingers. You groan out for her, even as Kara's steady and deliberate mouthwork causes Madeleine to do the same.

“She's never gone so long without saying something, I'd wager.” Kara grins up at you, withdrawing from Madeleine's womanhood just long enough to make the remark. The Beathan was rarely ever less than striking, but seen from above, undressed, with the juice of Madeleine's cunny glistening around her mouth, she looked positively transcendent. You were struck by a strong urge to pull her close and kiss her.

Instead, you continue to enjoy what you can only assume is a very rare blowjob from the young heiress (you imagined rare were the times she provided pleasure without receiving it back directly), until Kara pulls herself up, Madeleine thrusting needily towards her as she goes.

“Take over for me, aye?” Kara says, gesturing down to the scholar's thighs. It's half a request, half an erotically charged order. Still, you're perfectly willing to obey, in this instance at least.

Shifting awkwardly, you bring yourself on your stomach on the plushly-appointed bed, one of Madeleine's pale little legs on either side of your head.

You take her in. The princess, unlike Kara, usually kept her sex shaved bald. It would seem her travels, and her recent injury, have caused her to slip in her grooming schedule. A little dusting of hair above the Sinnabarrovian's mound is beginning to make itself known, a more natural shade of ginger, akin to Kara's, as opposed to the dyed red atop her head.

Still, rare was the cunny you were disinclined to lick. You dive in, taking over for Kara, proving that when it comes to tongues, you're as capable as any, save perhaps your fork-tongued relatives.

“The joys a' sharing, eh Maddie?” Kara smiles, looking on in satisfaction at you. The Beathan kisses the other woman, Madeleine responding with more than a little passion.

“The two of you are so...” Madeleine begins, enraptured by Kara, and clearly appreciative of your ministrations, before trailing off.

“Dashing? Heroic? Insanely erotic?” Kara teasingly asks.

“All of it, more even!” Madeleine responds. “I love you both!”

The words whirl out of the younger woman's mouth with a certain ease. Hearing it actually stops you in your tracks, your tongue within Madeleine.

“Steady, hen.” Kara smiles. “Whatever this is between us, the three of us, it's only startin'. If it develops in that direction, we'll deal with it, but for now, let's just have fun.”

As if to emphasise her point, Kara bids you to move back, then flips Madeleine onto her stomach. The Sinnabarrovian squeals with delight, evidently enjoying her manhandling, at least at Kara's hands.

Truly, the sight of the petite princess, soft, pale and naked beneath you, is a tempting one. Some dark part of you rallies, bidding you to simply bury yourself in her, there and now, but you hold it off. Let Kara have her fun, you say.

The warrior woman explores the nakedness of her more learned counterpart, first with strong, capable hands, next with her tongue and kisses.

Her attention trails downwards, eventually alighting on Madeleine's arse. Wasting no time, Kara jabs at the other princess' hole with her tongue.

Madeleine practically mewls with pleasure as Kara starts to rim her.

“Gods, that's good!” she gasps out, as Kara grips her cheeks and eats the other woman's arse.><

“Care to try, Edward?” Kara asks you, a salacious smile on her face. You were never one to shy from this sort of thing, although until now, the only woman you had worshipped in such a way was Akkhadia.><

You dive in, occupying the space just now left vacant by your wife. Madeleine groans with pleasure as your tongue enters her, thrusting her arse back needily.

“It's time you put that clever mouth of yours to work, Maddie.” Kara teases, sidling around the princess once again. She opens her legs, fully expecting the other woman to know what to do.

You sense Madeleine is quick to pick up on what Kara was implying she do. She leans forward, eating Kara out just as you are eating her arse in turn.

Kara moans in delight, tossing her hair back. She's a sight indeed, proud and resplendent, with Madeleine lustily nuzzling at her womanhood.><

Need grows fast and quick within you as you watch her. The need to enter a hole with your prick, to fuck, to take someone.

As you cease your oral ministrations and pull back, Madeleine provides the perfect target.

Her mouth otherwise engaged, Madeleine's gasp of pain and pleasure is muffled somewhat as you hilt yourself within her sex.

You begin to pump your hips back and forth, sending your manhood to and fro within her, with increasing intensity. With your good hand, you rain a slap down on her arse, playfully swatting her cheek. That seems to spur the princess on, both to thrusting back against you all the more, and indulging Kara's cunt with a greater degree of lust and urgency.

As you look down on the two beautiful women, one bound to you, the other undoubtedly lusting over you, you feel powerful. Truly, this is a taste of what it must've been like to be Arinum, in the times, myth-shrouded centuries ago, when he had ruled over much of Motania.

Of course, even having seen his daughters, you doubted he had taken such women to his bed as Madeleine and Kara.

"Hit me again, Edward!" Madeleine whines plaintively into Kara.

"You... heard the lass, Edward." Kara pants out, biting her lip as the Sinnabarrovian enthusiastically worships her.

You oblige the younger princess, slowing your pace to allow yourself the stability to rain slaps on her alabaster arse. Each time you palm makes contact with Madeleine, she seems to twitch, cresting higher and higer on the waves of pleasure. The process is a chain reaction, Kara getting closer and closer to climax herself. It would seem Madeleine knows what she's doing. Given her... closeness to ladies of her court such as Sigrun, you're not surprised.

Nestled snugly and slickly between you and your bride, Madeleine practically vibrates with pleasure as she cums. Kara strokes her dyed hair, bucking her way to an orgasm of her own. You piston in and out of the Red Princess, almost surrendering to orgasm yourself, before you think better of it.

You can sense Madeleine's disappointment as you pull out of her, stroking yourself off to a spectacular finish across the petite woman's backside.

Sated, you slump into bed next to Kara. Madeleine worms her way between you, snuggling up to Kara.

“That was remarkable.” she beams, leaning over Kara. “We're going to have so much fun together, the three of us are. In the days and weeks to come.”

The Red Princess tosses her hair back, it having lost some of its usual poise and elegant styling in the frenzy that had consumed the three of you.

“Aye...” Kara says slowly. “That we are.”

You sense a certain **** in your wife that Madeleine, for her part, seems oblivious to. Perhaps she was seeing things differently, the haze of lust replaced with the clarity that comes after.

Eventually, Kara extricates herself from Madeleine, begging off staying with her by claiming urgent business pertaining to the war effort.

“Fine, go.” Madeleine says, something of a sullen tone creeping into her voice as she sits on the edge of the bed, watching Kara dress. “But you should know, normally I would insist on being held after.”

You depart with Kara.

“Ach, dunno what I was thinking there.” Kara frets, as you make for your own quarters. “That was a mistake...”

“One I've made before.” you teasingly admit. “You have to admit, she's comely.”

“Comely, ****, needy. Unstable.” Kara says. “But I pity her, really.”

“Sounds like a healthy enough foundation for a relationship to me.” you quip, as you and Kara move into your quarters.