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“Yes, yes. You can hold and play with them unless they’re sore,” she laughed, sitting up from the bed and pulling her still dressed wife into a deep kiss, not knowing but sealing the fertility spell with the kiss. “Ardra, make love to me. Make me with child,” Eleanor batted her eyelashes at Ardra, desperate for her touch.

“Quinn, if I had to pay you attention for every time you bring me pleasure — sexual or otherwise — I’d only have eyes for you,” Aislin winked at Quinn playfully, standing up and walking over in her massive dresses to sit in Quinn’s lap. “I won’t ignore you anymore for silly politics,” she promised, kissing Quinn’s cheek tenderly.

“Quinn! You startled me,” Aislin whimpered, going weak at what Quinn was soon doing to her body. She was wet for reasons other than being in a stream moments before, and Quinn could easily tell due to Aislin’s naked state.

“Let me pleasure you as well, please,” Eleanor begged, arching her back in response to how Ardra hit just the right spots. She’d soaked Ardra’s fingers early on, and knew they were drenched at this point from how reactive Eleanor was.

“Quinn, we could be heard by the people in the room next door!” Aislin chastised, biting her lip again as she felt Quinn kissing her and pining her up against the wall of their room in the inn on the outskirts of DunBroch land. “I have to bite my lip or we could get kicked ou—Quinn!” Aislin moaned, feeling a tongue lapping at her folds.

Aislin was blushing deeply, feeling Quinn’s fingers dipping inside of her. No, not dipping, thrusting in and out of Aislin’s womanhood. It felt incredible, and Aislin cried out Quinn’s name before covering her mouth in shame. She was a princess, one meant to be ‘pure’ and ‘good’. “Quinn! You can’t just do…that,” she insisted, covering her face shyly.

Eleanor gasped at Ardra’s touch, having undressed the Lunaruzian Crown Princess and put her in front of a mirror so she could watch herself get pleasured by her fiancee. “A-Ardra, this is…naughty,” Eleanor commented, looking over her shoulder at her beloved shyly. It felt so good, Ardra’s fingers pinching her nipples and rolling them around in her fingers. “Ardra!” Eleanor cried out, visibly moistening between her legs from her future wife’s touch on her ample bosom.

“A-Ardra,” Eleanor moaned, feeling her wife drawing out the kisses she was placing on Eleanor’s breasts, her lips attending to the feminine brunette’s nipples. “Ardra!” She gasped, moaning softly as she felt Ardra put her lips to one of her nipples, nipping at it playfully. Eleanor hadn’t realized how sensitive she was, only ever being with Ardra. “You’re driving me mad,” Eleanor giggled before moaning at Ardra switching her attention to Eleanor’s other nipple, arching her back for her wife without restraint.