Let's Shake This Kingdom! (Maximus and MeoMeo)

[Dr Bellwright]

Duchess Rapunzel or Punzie as she preferred to be called was pacing in the large room, she had a scrap of paper in her hand, the Going Away Checklist, today her friend was leaving, today her friend was given away to some Chieftain, as a token bride, and she Punzie will make sure that her friend has a going away that she'd never forget. She planned it all, an entire night of debauchery, alcoholism, and random and not so random hookups, only the best for her best friend. But today Punzie was on the receiving end of the wisdom that every general knew too well - Any battle plan crumbles after the first arrow. And right now Punzie was pacing in her room waiting for two guards who were late already. She wanted to start with a reset, Belle was already partying with her parents and other royal sycophants, and Punzie wanted to make a clear separation of the shitty party, with the pinnacle of the party that she prepared, and the border was an hour of relaxation. Belle would be escorted to a steam room, where she'd be pampered and well pleased by two handsome, and bulky guards, that was according to Punzie's plan a great way to make sure that Belle was ready for the next dozen or so hours of non-stop debauchery.

"I will probably turn a couple of servants into alcoholics tonight, I should start looking for a replacement just in case" - She thought to herself, and was about to go back to the table to add a note when the door opened - "Duchess" - her maid announced - "The guards arrived as you requested" - maid said, her face red but smile cheekily, and was about to add something but Punzie interrupted her - "Get them in promptly" - her voice stern, they were already 10 minutes behind the schedule - "Move your perky little ass" - She threw at her maid watching her dash off and bring two handsome men in.

"You two, undress, and start washing yourselves" - she commanded two guards, they were about to bow to the countess but, she gestured towards the prepared warm water in a single bathtub for the men - "You were supposed to bathe in turns, but now that you are late you'd have to share" - Punzie added and turned towards her maid - "Make sure they are spotlessly clean, and escort them to the steam room" - She looked at her maid, of course, the maid will try to fuck them, or suck them, or convince one of them to eat her out, and as far as Punzie was concerned as long as everything happened on time, her servant could do whatever the fuck she wanted, but not today, those two studs were Belle's - "And don't taint them with your mouth, or I'll sell you to some pervert" - Punzie added, it was more of an empty threat, but she swore she would make it possible if somebody fucked with her plan tonight.

"Ok, ok, you are in control Punzie" - young elven girl told herself, and stepped out of the room, where two men were awkwardly undressing and her maid were chirping away something about doing it faster, and more efficient, her high voice didn't really added all this much of an authority, but Punzie believed she'd get shit done and went back to the main hall, she wasn't princess, but it would be suspicious if she was absent for a long time. She re-joined the party, and swayed from group of people to group of people, making a small chit chat and counting time in her head, it was about time now everything was should be ready, she smiled to a couple of counts - "I'm sorry, but I have to find princess Belle" - she said - "We need her seal on few documents before she departs" - She said and waved through the crowd in search of her friend.

Her friend wasn't sad, but she wasn't engaged either, she played the role and enjoyed her ale and a rib, but it wasn't the way to say goodbyes, Punzie's heart clenched, is this the way her family wanted to say goodbye to the greatest princess of them all? The princess who was universally loved by guards, common folk, thieves, and lords? Everyone loved her, she was the heart of the party, or her wits, her incredible charisma, or well let's be honest, she did like to spread her legs for quite a few occasions, but facts were facts, if Belle wanted to entice a crowd, and capture the castles, she would just have to say the word.

"Princess Belle, we need to address the matter of Bonds before you leave, and while you are still in the sound shape" - Punzie said, - "Please follow me, we need your seals" - She smiled and winked at her friend and waited for her to shuffle from the table; a Few moments later they approached the steam room, Belle knew something was going to happen, and that Punzie didn't need any bonds, Punzie didn't even have to deal with bonds ever in her life, but she decided to wait and see. "I present you Nicholas and Joaquim" - Punzie said, waving her hand towards two handsome lads standing in the middle of the steam room on either end of the marble massage table. One of them lifted a hand, - "I'm actually Gregory" - He added and met with a glare from Punzie; "They are all yours" - her elven friend said, and gave her a sly smile and a kiss on a cheek, kiss with a tongue and lick, and shuffled out of the room.

 

[meomeo]

"... we are all so proud of you, Your Highness. Truly a good daughter of Ausonia." the frail old man lowered his neck again to kiss the princess on her gloved hand, before continuing with surprising vigor, "Your union with the Sevaster chief will solidify our alliance for decades. And speaking from my journeys to those parts in my youth, may I recommend the goat milk there, Your Highness. It's the best there is, if I may say so myself!"

Her Highness Princess Belle resisted the urge to roll her eyes. This is all too much! This ridiculous 'party', with a guest list of dignitaries half of them total strangers to her, wearing a corset that dug into her body, feet burning from standing in her stilettos, then having to hear about goat's milk? KiIl me now! As much as she yearned to lash out, there are appearances to keep up, especially with her father and the Queen watching from the balcony above.

"Thank you for your kind words, Master... uh... umm..." Belle stuttered, for the life of her she couldn't recall who the man was, or likely she never knew his name in the first place.

It was at this point a precocious redhead perceptively sidled besides Belle and whispered into her ear.

"... Master Abraham, the Minister of Agriculture! Yes! I'll make sure to ask for the goat milk once I arrive at uh... Seva-whatsitsname..." Belle trailed off as the Minister bowed and shuffled away.

"Uh! Thanks Cindy!" the princess muttered irately to her friend, confidant, sister-from-another-mister, and handmaiden. "But if you don't get me outta here right now, I'll sell you to that goat-fucker Abraham for ten gold coins. I hope you like milking animals the rest of your life."

"Jokes on you. I happen to know Master Abraham lives one block from Madame Devreax's. I'll work part-time there and have merchants' sons line up double for my cu-" Cindy the handmaiden uttered a very rude word for the female genitalia, earning a couple turned heads and disapproving looks from the throng of guests.

"Won't you love it there. You paid your dues serving a mean royal princess, and finally get to live your dream life: as a whore." teased Belle right back, making sure to keep her voice low.

"Exactly! Nonetheless I am grateful for my time at the palace, it was none other than that mean princess who taught me everything about spreading my legs!" At that the 19 year-old Princess sputtered out half her champagne, while the handmaiden, who just turned 17 two weeks ago, descended into a giggling fit. Though her sides are still painful from the laughing, Cindy spotted their third friend and mischief-maker, the Honorable Duchess Rapunzel from across the room... and finally the princess is rescued from her plight.

***

"Hey boys! You poor sods, been standing at attention all this time?" Her Royal Highness addressed her guard detail with an arched eyebrow and knowing smile, her lovely bluish grey eyes darting from one guard to the next below their waists. "Well done, Punzie! I love you.."

The Princess can't help a pleasant warm sensation emanating from her lower stomach as the gorgeous elf kissed and licked her. Belle had, on more than one occasion, convinced herself she is straight as a ruler... but there are times like when she bathes with Cindy, or when she takes her girls to some burlesque strip show... that the most sinful and immoral thoughts would invade her head.

The Princess shakes the thought from her head. There are more pressing matters at hand. Like those two strapping lads waiting for orders. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, an idea came to her. She sauntered before a mirror and turned around, letting the soldiers look her over front and back in that tight dress sewn onto her. "I can hardly breath in this corset. Will you help get me out of it? You boys do know how, right? I'm terribly sorry, I know this is outside your job description, but my handmaiden seemed to have derelicted her duties. She'd need a proper spanking when I find her!"

And there you have it, Her Royal Highness Princess Belle of Ausonia, 18th in line to the throne, betrothed bride-to-be of the Count of Sevaster. It appearsthe pipeline and crude jokes carry some grains of truth: the wayward Princess with the looks of an angel, the body of a high-class whore, a tongue of a sailor, and the libido of a tavern maid from Storybrook. Who is about to have an evening she will never forget.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"It's my pleasure to serve you your highness" - said Joaquim, - "I'm here for whatever you need your mi'lady I mean my highness highness…I mean your highness" - in unison barked Nicholas slash Gregory, two men stood mostly naked, only covered with rather short bath towels, that most people would classify as a loincloth and tried to bow without losing their towels.

The two men swallowed hard, there was something about the way elven girls kissed that made everyone around just a little bit hornier, and Joaquim with Nicholas were no exception to the rule, and now that all the blood rushed toward their crotches the towel didn't do much of a covering. They swallowed again when they heard their lady talk to them. "Yes, your highness" - This time two gorgeous men responded to her request in synchronicity but bumped into each other on their way to her, they still had a lot to work on if they were to work together, but they were getting there.

Two studs approached the princess from either side, and their hands landed on her dress, and a corset, trying to fish out the laces, and untie the devilish devices with their thick, rough, fingers, they looked at each other with a pinch of shyness in their eyes, they were just maid to have a bath together, like little children, and now they couldn't even untie the corset and follow command of their leash, but finally Joaquim fished out the rope and started working it out, and a few moments later, two horny, scared, men stood on either side of their princess and got read of the corset, and the dress, and the rest of her clothing until she only had her shoes - "Do you want us to massage your highness?" - Asked Nicholas, his hands landing on her thighs. Both guards were obviously aroused, their members lifted their skimpy loincloths of a towel, and probably made it a very silly picture, if anyone was painting.

 

[meomeo]

Look at these two bumbling sods, Belle mused silently as her eyes drifted from one to another, both having trouble with the bindings of her dress. They may know their way around swords, but not so much when it comes to ball gowns! She couldn’t blame them. Captain Bormund of the Royal Guard runs a tight ship. She overheard him lecture his guards once, ‘You men are here to protect the royal family, that’s that! And since I assume you boys ain’t blind or stupid, I’ll clue you in on one thing. This fine palace is packed with the most comely ladies you will set your eyes upon. But if I ever catch any one of you as much raise an eyebrow to any lass, even just a hunchbacked laundry girl mind you, that’s fifty lashes on your first offence. Capisce?’

The thought of the brusque Captain brought a wry smile to her lips and a rush of blood to her loins. What a hypocrite...

Princess Belle totally sympathised with the two men. They went from pent-up masculine lust all day, to being alone with the most desirable maiden in the palace, nay, the Kingdom, and having to undress her! They need some help, and Belle is going to give it to them! Without ado, she gently grasped Gregory’s trembling hand, and guided it to the smalls of her back, not even an inch above the rise of her ass. When she spoke, her voice was awash with tenderness, motherly even (although by their appearances the guards are her elder by a couple years): “There. See the clasp? Yeah... thaaat’s it... now work your way up my spine. Good job!” She cooed, turning to the other man. “Your name is Joaquim, right? Here, give me your hand, don’t be afraid, do I look like I would bite? This little piece of string right here is the key, come on,” she continued, pressing his hand to the underside of her right breast, as he allowed him to fumble there, in effect jiggling her boob. “You got it! Now just pull...” Credit to the men, they learn quick, and as Belle felt the release of the constricting corset, and moist air rushing into her lungs, she let out a relieved, feminine sigh, although to the men it could easily be interpreted as the lewdest of moans.

Now Belle was naked as the day she was born. The mirror showed an image of perfection. Creamy, unblemished skin (except for pink welts left by the corset - but within minutes they faded from view leaving no trace behind); a picture of health that belied her privileged upbringing; robust child-bearing hips but with a surprising small waistline; everything just in the right proportion... except her breasts! Melony and supple globes, so hefty and fleshy it spilled out to her sides, even visible from behind her back! Soon, the steam misted up the room and fogged up the mirror, and in the smothering heat and haze the men could have mistaken the Princess for a goddess.

Judging from their heaving chests and tent pole loincloths, the two guards enjoyed their view. Likewise, in close proximity to such chiselled studs wearing practically nothing, Belle came to realize a pleasant slickness came to coat the apex of her legs.

The humid steam parlour is taut with sexual tension. Belle swore she could hear blood thumping in her temples.

“A massage is just the thing I wanted! I like your initiation, Gregory!” She chirped excitedly with a little wink, not recoiling from his grip on her thighs in the slightest. In no time the Princess lied down on her front on the leather massage table, fitting her heart-shaped face into that hole. Her teenaged firm buttocks faced the ceiling, as if begging to be kneaded and moulded like bread dough. And from their vantage point, the guards could easily spot her arousal. If they are perceptive, they may even see the slickness cutting a trail down the insides of her legs!

But Belle, ever playful, had no intention of making things so straightforward, even though she is horny as hell. A little dangle makes it all the more enticing, right?

“Just a normal massage, boys. No funny business. Lest I remind you, I am a blushing bride who is marrying soon!” Belle sang the words, without a hint of irony. She is dying to know how long these red-blooded boys can hold out before they blow their pent-up loads!

 

[Dr Bellwright]

It would be an understatement to say that the lads were jumping between two states of an affair - "Boys in the Candy Store" - with the ample and trying to summon their "Guard" persona, that Captain Bormund drilled into them, calm, stoic, respectful. And now Joaquim felt the third state as he stood there and looked at hands of his brother in arms - Gregory, and felt a pinch of jealousy and envy, he also wanted to land his hands on princesses alluring flesh, but wouldn't he be just a copycat if he followed up Nick? He just extended his hands when his leash turned around and walked towards the table and climbed on it.

The way she held herself, the way she moaned and yet stood there in control, she obviously saw their erections, the towels didn't do much to cover them, and Joaquim swallowed hard and removed his towel before leaving his post by the mirror and following his princess, he got caught a look from Gregory as they called him now, who smiled and threw his towel away too.

If Joaquim had a moment of calmness and thoughtfulness, or as it's fashionable to think these days - mindfulness, he would have realized that the girl in front of him wasn't all that straightforward and forthcoming, but he didn't have a luxury, instead he reacted to the situation, and hat this point his lady commanded them to massage her without any tricks. "Your Sexiness" - he coughed - "I mean your Highness" - Joaquim said, and both guards positioned themselves on either side of the table, their hands landed on her buttocks simultaneously, her perky, firm, and so seductive buttocks, there was nothing wrong with massaging buttocks right? Joaquim thought to himself, and the fact that Gregory also moved his hand onto her ass validated his assumption, Gregory wouldn't disobey a command from the princess, what are the chances of two guards doing something classified as "funny business?"

It's definitely not funny business if Joaquim also doing it - though Gregory, seeing his fellow guard's hand about to land on princess Belle's perky butt, - Joaquim is always proper, thoughtful and correct - he thought to himself and firmly squeezed her ass - "Do tell us if we are going too hard or too soft on you" - He said and moved his second hand on her thigh, just below buttock, mere millimeters away from the glistening patch of area covered in princess's juices.

And the two men started to massage the girl, almost seriously, they didn't really have much of a massage training, so it was more of a squeeze, and groping session, but reader be assured they tried their best, they hands moved along her buttocks and thighs and at some point even started to move symmetrically and synchronously, as if they found a flow, they also slowly moved Belle's legs apart, and from time to time the hot flesh tips of their members would touch her sensitive skin.

 

[meomeo]

As far as massages go, Belle has had better. That much is indisputable.

Over the last few decades, massages have evolved into an art form, a direct consequence of such peaceful, prosperous, and decadent times. Guilds were established, apprenticeships became highly coveted, massage parlours and baths became places-to-be. Famed masseuses command astronomical prices. In particular, young women from the Silesia region were especially in demand for their nimble fingers and naturally caring demeanour. Belle had one in her employ until a few months ago. And her own Cindy had hailed from Silesia - but although she does possess quite dexterous hands and a sweet personality, Cindy never fully applied herself to learn her homeland’s famed art. Oh well... c’est la vie.

This right now is no Silesian massage. The men’s oversized, rough-hewn hands displayed an understandable lack of skill. Callouses on their palms scraped uncomfortably against her pristine flesh. This is a groping session rather than a massage! Worse still, Belle could sense their nervousness from their tight-wound, hesitant fingers... which in turn made her unable to fully relax.

But this was never about a massage, right? It was about her and two sculpted prime males, alone in one room, with no inhibitions. One last night of debauchery before her wedding. With that thought, Belle unclenched her body from shoulder to toe, letting her instincts take over. It was remarkably easy - the copious amounts of alcohol in her system and the pleasant warmth helped her along - and soon the guards will feel the tension in her body recede...

Her soft body laid prone, like soft, mouldable putty.

“Mmm.... harder...” she responded to Joaquim sensually - almost breathlessly, “come on, put some teeth into it!”

Even a broken clock is right twice a day. One of them kneaded a spot at the back of her thighs... eliciting a magical sensation that made her legs go numb and her fatigue vanish. The Princess let out a contented, cat-like purr. Seconds later, as the guards managed find another spot, a satisfied low groan slipped unconsciously out of the Princess’ mouth. “Yeah... right there...” More girly sounds came forth, wordlessly spurring the guards on. Her whole body now warmed to a pinkish hue, with sheen of glistening sweat forming on her skin. Soon, each stroke from the men will produce a little hitch in the Princess’ otherwise steady breathing...

If there is one thing Belle is poor at with regards to sex, it’s her ever inability to master her own arousal. Under such intense, lascivious attention from the two studs, she stood no chance. Before she knew it, Belle became a soggy mess between the legs. And her musk percolated, steam carrying the titillating scent up to hers and the guards’ nostrils. As if the guards can’t see for themselves!

Hot steam continued to fog up the room, blanketing it in a dream-like haze. Girly moans and whimpers came fast and furious. The princess’ massage room is turned into a den of carnal pleasure!

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Joaquim and Gregory stood on either side of the gorgeous yet so dirty-minded princes and didn't say the word, instead both of them had wide, ear to ear smiles that were both happy and smug. They didn't need to talk aloud, Joaquim pursed his lips and half winked at Gregory - "I think she wants it" - was what he would have said aloud, but he didn't need it, at some points in time and space extravagant facial expressions is all that need. Gregory simply nodded, slowly but nodded, - "Yes I don't think she is into massage" - he meant by the nod, and then he started to point positions with his chin or nose, or entire face, well he was gesticulating with his head - "You go towards her ass, and I'll go towards her head" - he would have said if they needed.

"M'lady" - Joaquim finally broke what was probably a good 30-40 second silence - "We will change a pace just a little bit" - He said and moved towards her feet, his hands landed on the tendrils right above the ankles and he started to massage them for a little while. If Belle remembers anything about this night, it would be the fact that our of good 20 minutes of massage this was the only proper part that was pleasurable as manual therapy goes, but I (the narrator) digress. Joaquim used the opportunity to climb on the massage table right between Belle's legs and started to spread her legs as he moved up until his knee pressed firmly against her glistening with her juices and sweat crotch.

Gregory's hands dug into her head as he positioned himself, and his rather hard and somewhat throbbing member right in front of Princess' head, he was still unsure if he should drop the massage act all together immediately or just wind it down slowly, so he proceeded to massage her head for a few moments before mustering some courage and speaking aloud - "M'lady, I'm here to serve you however you want" - he told her, still being shy, should he just guide his fat, hard, throbbing cock towards her mouth? Gregory was angry at the world, why no one ever taught him how to deal with situations like this?

Now instead of being inside of Gregory's head, let's switch back to Joaquim, and see how it looks from his perspective. Joaquim's hands were squeezing and playing with firm royal buttocks while his thumbs were exploring the space between, rubbing and hovering over her quim and her anus when he had to stop. Because Greg who was innocently massaging her highness started to wiggle his ass in front of her.

Thing is, it was the best idea, that came to his mind, as he tried to shake off the towel and make his fat member sway from the side to side.

 

[meomeo]

Belle’s wanton moans of need now came fast and furious. She had closed her eyes, thighs tightly sandwiched Joaquim’s knee, surrendering herself completely to the pleasures of the flesh. Her hips gyrated with a gentle rocking rhythm, with a soft grinding motion. And before long, the teen princess let out a long purr of contentment, her body tensed, and Joaquim would feel a hot wetness on his kneecap, and a succulent dribble down his leg...

Sated with her mini orgasm, Belle lithely pushed herself up from the massage table, the picture of a sweat-drenched sex goddess. “Thank you, you boys are such sweethearts!” Though a genuine compliment, her gesture and words leave no doubt the massage has came to an end. Belle may be promiscuous to the core, but she isn’t a cheap slut who would put out to any garrison guard. Joaquim and Gregory - whilst eager and enthusiastic - have yet to earn the right to enter the nubile princess. Even though Belle desires it, certain boundaries must be maintained.

“But I’m not leaving you two blue balled...”

The brunette princess straddled the table and reached underneath the guards’ loincloths. Once she got a good grip on both their manhoods, she used them like reins to guide the men to either side of her. They’re so thick and long, her hands barely manage to encircle their girths! But that didn’t stop Belle from starting to pump, with a enthusiastic vigor, while her thumbs worked tender circles on their blushing tips...

“Now let’s have a little ‘competition’ of sorts. Whoever finishes last...” her eyes roved from Joaquim to Gregory and back, awash with devilish playfulness, “gets to spray all over my face! Now let’s find out how long you boys can hold out...”

***​

No more than twenty paces away, on the other side of a heavy set of soundproof doors, another tense scene unfolds...

“Pl... please Your Majesty! This is highly... highly irregular!!” stammered Cindy.

“I am not tolerating any more backtalk, girl! Open the doors now! We had spared NO expenses organizing the farewell party, all the guests of honor are present, and I DEMAND to know why the oh so precious Princess Belle prefers to stay inside her chambers!” roared the domineering woman, none other than the Queen herself. The Queen has always been Belle’s nemesis in court - filling the role of the evil stepmother to a tee. Seemingly fueled by her jealousy and envy of the younger and prettier princess, the Queen had been rumored to be the chief engineer of her bethrothal to the far-off province to begin with.

“I.. I promise to return the Princess forthwith...” started Punzie meekly.

“SHUT IT, elf! I’m not talking to you.” snapped the Queen.

The girls found themselves in a terrible pickle! To open up the princess’ chambers for search would no double reveal the salacious ongoing within! But just as Cindy reached for the keys with trembling fingers, a grey cloaked figure swooped around the corner. All present recognized him as the shadowy spymaster, the head of the King’s ‘secret police’. A terse exchange ensued, and without delving deep into the courtly intrigue of Ausonia, it suffices to say the spymaster was far more persuasive, or at least his promise to return the princess to the party much more well received than the one meekly offered by Duchess Rapunzel. The Queen, relying on such promise, retreated down the hallway flanked by her loyal guards.

“Now,” he turned ominously on the two pale-faced ladies, “what have we here?”

***

... but soon as the Queen marched out of earshot, Cindy flung her arms around the man and pecked him on the cheek. “Oh man you’re just in time!”, uttered Punzie breathlessly. “Yeah that monster was ‘bout to flay me alive!”

As it turned out, the spymaster’s loyalty lie foremost to the King, then his favored Princess. The Queen’s name appears far down that list. It has been five years since that fateful evening: the (then junior) spy was out having a solitary drink at a seedy tavern, when he heard panicked pleading from the other room. Out of curiosity, he had peered in to find no other than the king’s favorite daughter, Belle, snuck out of palace, dressed to look of legal age, and entered herself into a high stakes card game. She had attempted to cheat (rather amateurishly), and was about to have her pristine hand severed. The silver tongued spy had gotten Belle out of that compromising position, and many more since. He had since served as the girls’ contraband-runner, informant on the hippest taverns, and occasional bodyguard - much like a cool uncle figure.

And who, despite the age difference, young Cindy has a massive crush on.

Flashing a handsome sly grin, he snaked a hand into Cindy’s pocket, retrieved the keys (not before coping a feel of Cindy’s thigh, eliciting a delighted squeal from the handmaiden), and began to unlock the door.

“I’m sure not even the Queen has the heart to flay a delightful creature like you alive. But now, let’s see what our favorite girl is up to.”

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Spymaster Bond saw a lot of things in his life, but let's be honest, Princess Belle lifted general sluttiness to the new level, to the level of art, in fact in a few dozen years she will actually publish the book - "The Art of Sluttiness" that will compete with "The Art of War", and "The Art of Ice Cream Eating", and historians in the future would call all three books a Holy Trilogy. But we should go back to the present!

As he quietly entered the spa room he saw his dear Princess sandwiched by two guards, who he immediately recognised - "Punzie, you are a very good recruiter" - he murmured silently to himself, making a mental note to remember that he can send an elf to a mission or two in future.

– "I submit" - Said Greg.
– "I submit" - Said Joaquim in same very moment and both men looked at each other and corrected themselves – "We submit our swords, our conscience, our shame, and our desires to you Princess Belle, to command as you will" – Both men gave one of the most sacred vows to their liege, they just promised their lives to her, and if we are being fair – she didn't have to do all that much to win their undying loyalty, so good job! This was an unorthodox way to pledge, them standing straight, and she is when they were up, and she was lowered, but the circumstances demanded it.

"I'm sure Joaquim won't survive ten inhales" - Gregory said, well he didn't just say, he passed Joaquim a secret code, truth be told while Gregory just swore his life, loyalty, wishes, soul, and the rest of big and loud words - in the ladder of loyalty right after Princess Belle it was his comrade. So standing here, with his cock throbbing hard he couldn't just compete with his comrade, this wasn't a soldiers way of life, soldiers are brothers and he gave his brother in arm a chance. Ten inhales, this way Joaquim knew that he would cum in 10 long inhales just like they trained for the underwater surveillance by the spymaster - "Count the breaths, when you can't see the sky" - the voice from memory reminded Greg.

So here they were, a very weird hot dog, two beefcakes on the sides, and a delicate, and slutty princess as a filling standing in the cloud of steam and counting their breaths before both men explode with vigour, explode like they didn't explode ever, explode all over princess in a truly royal firework of spunk, if there were any sugar in their sperm - princess would be in the risk of receiving a sugar diabetes or something.

Meanwhile in the corridor Cindy was breathing heavily, wondering if she could sneak into the room too, and use the opportunity to get closer to Spymaster, her long-time crush, he might be more malleable now, when he sees Belle in action, she inhaled deep and saw sly smile on Punzie's face - "Go get him" - young elf said.

 

[meomeo]

With a pair of rock hard, thick, pulsing cocks in each of her hands, Belle was overtook with heady giddiness, letting out a trill of giggles as she eagerly tugged and pumped their manhoods. Her eyes, with a playful mischievous look in them, darted from one man to the other, urging them on. But she hardly needed to. Within the span of a minute, a familiar throbbing in their members told her what’s coming. The climax! Wearing a radiant grin, she angled both flushed tips towards her face...

“AH!” Princess Belle exclaimed, with a hot little look of surprise.

Gregory’s first spurt landed square in her left eye, blinding the princess temporarily. Joaquim’s came out in a long rope of milky white, drawing a diagonal stain from her right eyebrow to her chin - like vulgar war paint. So wet and hot and musky! In response, Belle’s hands pumped with added vigor, coaxing the cum cannons dry. SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT! Her nose, her collarbone, her arms... it’s everywhere! Belle descended into a fit of wild laughter as the guards showered her with their fresh seed. Defiling her pristine, blueblooded face. Until no spot on her face was left dry...

That was glorious!

“Admirable, given its you boys’ first time with me! We’ll call it a tie...” the slutty princess passed judgment matter-of-factly, as she eased off the massage table and wiped herself down with a wet towel.

It was at this point - with Belle’s features half-coated in cum - that the chamber doors unlocked with an audible ‘clunk’, and the trio of Bond, Punzie and Cindy slipped into the room.

*****
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Belle made no move to cover up in the presence of Bond, given he had seen her nude on multiple occasions before. That said, there was never any spark between them. He has always been sort of a brotherly figure to her. Sure, the man is dashing with a quiet and understated confidence, and of course she knew his looks made many a maiden wet in the loins (her own handmaiden being exhibit number one), but Bond just is not her type!

She did playfully tease, while splashing water over her defiled front, "Oh Bond! Finally! I was starting to think you are so glad to be rid of me, you wouldn't come by to say goodbye!"

"Look, I hate to rain on the parade," interjected Cindy urgently, "but you need to get dressed the get back to the party! The Queen was mighty pissed!" While glad to see Bond, the redhead is still shaking and pale from bearing the full brunt of the Queen's fury mere minutes earlier.

"No she can't!" came Punzie panicked voice, turning to Belle. "Who knows how long you'll be stuck there once you return! You can't spend your last evening in there! We need to get out of the palace!"

And at this, all three girls glanced expectantly at Bond, because the spy is never without an ingenious idea up his shady sleeve!