The Heart Is A Traitor (Act III)

The Last Time. It was the last time. That's what you said to Clodagh and Joan. That it was the last time.

You told them that...last time

And yet, here you are. In bed with both of them, their heads cushioned by pillows, facing each other. Their asses both sticking up in the air and gaped, as you swap from one to other at your will. You've lost count of how many 'last times' there's been now. You didn't last long in Drez. Trevolia's tutelage was extensive, and most of the taverns and inns in the City of Cooperation only wanted musicians from the various Musicians and Artist Guilds to play, leaving you with little to do in the day to day as you wait patiently for her training. You had resisted their advances for a while, but as your love's training became more difficult, her libido and energy descended, leaving you little vehicle for your idle energy and sexual needs.

Joan and Clodagh were only too willing to help, and once that started, it was impossible for you to stop. With Trevolia being fully trained as a wizard, by the eyes of the Guild, it seemed necessary to depart again to allay any suspicion of those still searching for her. Traveling in close contact made infidelity impossible to hide, so you were able to close that up. The reduced stress even brought Trevolia's own desires back, making up for lost time. Having far more discretion than you, the princess was keen on putting notable distance and obscuration between you and them before going at it. It got in the way, but you couldn't rightly refuse the requests.

Returning to civilization though, was a different matter. Having entered a small town in a kingdom to the south of Drez, the princess took it upon herself to hit the markets for new supplies, leaving you alone with the two temptresses. They didn't waste their time. Having swiftly turned to the tavern A Good Knight's Rest, utter depravity befell the three of you in short order.

And now, you're finding yourself in the inexplicable position of having to explain yourself, as Trevolia stands in the doorway of the room, seeing you naked, with your cock deep in Clodagh's ass, with Joan right beside her. She's shocked, silent, and almost scared. Her hands cover her mouth, tears welling up. The silence is deadly, as nobody says a word or even moves, until the princess darts off in a fast hurry, her feet stomping across the wooded floor in a seeming sprint.