Reward the rangers for their diligence by fingering them

Prince Eric had always admired the dedication of the Thyris rangers. In essence, they were soldiers of Ralecia as much as they were soldiers to their enclave, and it would be within his bounds to command and reward them as the crown Prince and as a Knight of the Sacred Chalice. He had little chance to do so in the past, since it was always Queen Meira who pulled his attention away. Now would be a good chance to do so. He approached them. Their arms moved in perfect unison to tuck from a relaxed posture that cradled the end of their shortbow upon the ground to one of stiff vigilance, legs tight, weapon arm angled and bow lifted vertically close upon their side. They never averted their straight gaze towards the wall across from them, remaining silent and ready. The elven ranger salute was something that he held in great awe over how precise it seemed compared to a human soldier's. It showed all the grace, pride and discipline of a well trained individual.

"Rangers." He greeted them.

"My lord." They answered together, remaining still. Their voices were soft, yet clear.

"How fairs the Queen Mother? Is she in?"

The one on the left responded, "She is well, my lord. The Queen Mother is in." Typical of their response to be blunt and to the point. There was no need for flowery speeches while on duty.

"Very good. Close ranks upon the wall." He commanded.

With a several deft sidesteps, they were now within inches of each other, maintaining their salute with their backs against the stone wall closeby. Stepping closer, he gave each of them a look over, as if doing a passing inspection of their gear and disposition. His gazed passed over every inch of their form. They were perfect examples of the kind of flawless beauty that a Thyris elven women would have. Slim and proportioned to an hourglass shape, their curves fit nicely with their armor. They were shorter than him, up to about eye level. Although appearing as a routine inspection, he could sense they were trying very hard to conceal their heat. He could feel their steady breathes upon his hand as he reached to each one to test the fit of their armor, tracing his fingers down their ample covered melons to check their belts, teasing their exposed navels with subtle touches of his fingers. He swore he could have seen the one on his right blink several times and even stiffening in muffled excitement. After he found their gear satisfactory, he raises both his hands to sensually stroke one of the unique places where any elf would feel the most sensitivity: their long pointed ears. The one on his left audibly gasped, straining to maintain composure.

He said to them, "Legs spread, if you will. For your service to the Queen Mother and the King, allow me to reward you."

"Y-yes, my Lord." They responded in unison, and followed as commanded. He saw them shift, their thighs parting while their feet spread apart.

His hands dropped down to slide down their shivering hips, rubbing across the outside of the thighs before wandering inwards, feeling the wetness of their excitement that had accumulated from his touch and the hours of attention they had denied themselves. He felt them almost buckle, barely catching themselves from losing their posture. When he finally slipped past their loincloths to gently begin stroking their warm and extremely moist labias, the two let out an audible sigh. They twitched uncontrollably with every stroke, and convulsed when his middle finger slipped against their clits. Within minutes, they were steadily rolling their hips against his fingers, breathing heavily from the stimulation and gaze lost to a pleasurable bliss. It was not long before they started to whimper in ecstasy. The one on the left lets out a purring groan first as he massaged the lips of her opening in rounding motions. The whole while, they continued to struggle to maintaining their stand to attention, failing only slightly.

"S-sire...." The right guard could barely speak, "Your attentions are... Mmm..." She lost her words to the rapture.

Eric decided to change his pacing to bring this delightful episode to a close. He slipped his fingers inside them, curling to an angle to maximize the stimulation. Their reaction was to instantaneously jolt from the sudden change, uncontrollably vocal now that they were being pleasured at a rougher speed, middle and third finger buried inside each of them while his palms stroked against their swollen love knobs. They were slamming their hips in rhythm to his fingering, no longer able to keep their calm. They had dropped their bows and their soft, pitched voices echoed throughout the hall, hands grabbing onto the Prince for support. As he sped up, so too did their cries, until their legs suddenly melted, their backs arced towards the wall and their bodies quivered violently. Eric could feel his sopping hands be squeezed and gyrated as the two warrior women flew over their peak in gaping mewls. He held firm for them to ride out their collective climaxes, their arms clutching him tightly and covered breasts squeezed against his arms. After they returned from Heaven, they continued to hold onto him, panting and quaking in post orgasmic joy.