The royal quarters were dimly lit by floating orbs of soft amber light, casting long, flickering shadows across silk-draped walls and the massive four-poster bed at the center. Zyranth lounged against the headboard, shirtless, trousers unlaced, his cock already half-hard from the lingering high of Nyxelle's magic still buzzing in his veins. The sorceress had left moments ago—slipping out like smoke after promising more "unveiling" tomorrow—leaving behind the faint scent of ozone and aroused woman.
Vexara stormed in without knocking, door slamming behind her. Her armor was gone, replaced by a loose linen tunic that clung to her sweat-damp skin and barely contained her heavy tits. Flame-red hair wild, blue eyes blazing. She stopped at the foot of the bed, fists clenched.
"You fucked her," she said flatly. Not a question.
Zyranth met her gaze, calm but heated. "I bonded her. The curse demanded it. You were there—you watched her suck my cock clean of your cum."
Vexara's jaw tightened. "I watched because I chose to. Doesn't mean I liked sharing you like some tavern wench passes around ale."
He sat up slowly, muscles rippling. "Jealous, Captain? After you rode my face while she ate your dripping pussy?"
She flushed—anger and arousal warring on her face. "It's not the act. It's... her. That smug violet-eyed bitch thinks she owns you now. Thinks her magic makes her special." Vexara climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, tunic riding up to reveal she wore nothing underneath. Her slick folds brushed his hardening length. "I was first. I get to claim you whenever I want."
Zyranth gripped her hips, thumbs digging in. "Then claim me. Show me why you're irreplaceable."
Vexara leaned down, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "I will. And she'll watch. She'll learn her place."
The door creaked open. Nyxelle slipped back in, robe half-open, one breast exposed, violet eyes gleaming with amusement. "You called for me in your thoughts, warrior? Or was that just the echo of your jealousy?"
Vexara snarled, but didn't move off Zyranth. "Stay. Watch how a real woman fucks her prince."
Nyxelle laughed softly, closing the door with a wave of her hand. Violet mist sealed it shut. "As you wish. But if I watch... I join."
Zyranth's cock twitched at the promise. "Then join. But Vex sets the rules tonight."
Vexara's eyes flashed triumph. She shoved him flat on his back, yanking his trousers down fully. His thick shaft slapped against his abs, veined and leaking precum. She wrapped both hands around it, stroking roughly. "This cock is mine first. You hear me, sorceress?"
Nyxelle shed her robe completely, naked curves glowing faintly. She crawled onto the bed beside them, violet tattoo pulsing. "Loud and clear."
Vexara positioned herself over Zyranth's face, lowering her soaked cunt onto his mouth. "Eat me. Remind me why I let you live."
He dove in eagerly—tongue plunging deep, lapping at her tangy sweetness mixed with leftover traces of his own cum from earlier. Vexara moaned, grinding down, tits bouncing as she rode his face. Her hands never left his cock, jerking him in slow, punishing strokes.
Nyxelle watched for a moment, fingers trailing between her own thighs, then leaned in. She licked along Vexara's slit where it met Zyranth's tongue, tasting both of them. Vexara hissed but didn't push her away—instead, she grabbed Nyxelle's silver hair, pulling her closer. "Lick his balls while he tongue-fucks me. Make him throb for me."
Nyxelle obeyed, tongue swirling over Zyranth's heavy sack, sucking one into her mouth, then the other. Her forked tip teased the sensitive skin behind, making his hips buck. He groaned into Vexara's pussy, vibrations sending her higher.
Vexara came first—hard, gushing over his face, thighs clamping his head. "Fuck—yes—mine—"
She slid down his body, lining up his cock with her entrance. "Watch this, witch." She sank down in one brutal drop, taking every inch until her ass rested on his balls. Both cried out—Vexara from the stretch, Zyranth from the tight, velvet grip.
She rode him savagely—up and down, hips rolling, tits bouncing wildly. "This is how you fuck a prince. Deep. Hard. No mercy."
Nyxelle moved behind Vexara, pressing her tits to the warrior's back. Hands cupped Vexara's heavy breasts, pinching nipples, rolling them. "Beautiful," she whispered. "Let me help."
Vexara growled but arched into the touch. Nyxelle's fingers slid down, rubbing Vexara's clit in fast circles while she bounced on Zyranth's cock. The added stimulation made Vexara clench harder, milking him.
Zyranth thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks. "Come again. Squeeze my cock. Show her how tight you are for me."
Vexara shattered—second orgasm ripping through her, walls fluttering, fresh slick coating his shaft. She leaned forward, kissing him fiercely, tasting herself on his tongue.
Nyxelle slipped lower, tongue tracing where they joined—lapping at Vexara's clit, then lower to Zyranth's balls again. "My turn to taste victory."
Vexara pulled off, pussy gaping slightly, cum and slick dripping. "On your back, witch. Legs spread."
Nyxelle complied eagerly, thighs wide, pussy glistening. Vexara straddled her face, lowering down. "Eat me clean while he fucks you."
Zyranth positioned himself between Nyxelle's legs, rubbing his slick cock through her folds. "You want this?"
"Yes—please—claim me again—"
He slammed in, burying deep. Nyxelle moaned into Vexara's cunt, tongue plunging. Zyranth fucked her steadily—long, powerful strokes that made her tits jiggle, tattoo glowing brighter with each thrust.
Vexara ground down, riding Nyxelle's face. "That's it—lick deeper. Taste how full I am of him."
The room filled with wet sounds—slaps of flesh, muffled moans, slick sucking. Nyxelle came hard around Zyranth's cock, squirting, essence flaring violet. He didn't stop—flipped her onto all fours, ass high.
Vexara moved in front, spreading her legs so Nyxelle could continue eating her while getting railed from behind. Zyranth gripped Nyxelle's hips, pounding relentlessly—balls slapping her clit, cock stretching her wide.
"Feel that?" he growled. "That's me owning both of you."
Vexara reached back, fingering Nyxelle's clit while she got fucked. "Come together. Both of you. For me."
Nyxelle shattered again—screaming into Vexara's pussy. Zyranth followed, roaring as he pumped thick ropes deep inside her, overflowing, dripping down her thighs.
Vexara came last—grinding on Nyxelle's tongue, flooding her mouth.
They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap—bodies tangled, breaths ragged.
Vexara nuzzled Zyranth's neck. "No more jealousy. We're bound. All three."
Nyxelle smiled lazily, tracing patterns on Vexara's thigh. "Agreed. But next time... I set the rules."
Zyranth chuckled, already stirring inside Nyxelle. "Deal. But tonight's not over."
The orbs dimmed further as hands began roaming again—slow, teasing, promising more.
In the hall beyond, a servant paused, hearing the renewed moans. He hurried away, cheeks burning.
The curse purred, sated for now. But the night was young.
To be continued...