Queen and Princess

Linse, the kingdom's precious princess and his betrothed, her cheeks burning with indignation as she witnessed her mother, Queen, yielding to this same magnetic pull. Queen's lustrous emerald gown clung to her form like a second skin, draped in a manner that celebrated every curve and valley of her body. Her typically stoic demeanor had crumbled under ’s charm—eyes glazed with unspoken longing, lips parted in an invitation that bespoke more than mere words could convey.

"Please allow me to express my gratitude," Queen pleaded softly, voice laden with lustful reverence. "Even though this body of mine is unsightly," —a blatant untruth spoken more from ritualistic modesty than genuine belief—"please let me offer it to you tonight..."

Linse's protestations were sharp stabs into the thickening air—"Mom!? Please don't say such weird things so hero suddenly Hero-sama must..." She paused mid-sentence as if struck by a sudden epiphany birthed by jealousy. The princess looks at the queen's horny face and says in embarrassment.—"Didn't we agree that I would be marrying the Hero?"

"Of course, my dear Linse," replied with a resonating calmness that seemed to wrap itself around the princess's anxious heart, "You shall be my bride. But your mother, our benevolent Queen, wishes to extend her own form of gratitude. It is only fair to respect her wishes.”

Linse's big, round red eyes flickered between her mother and her hero fiancé, a tempest of jealousy and arousal churning within her slender frame. She reached out to graze her fingers along 's arm—a touch seeking reassurance yet simultaneously staking her claim.

"Wha!? What is this bastard!? Are you really a hero!?" Linse is taken aback when she sees your clearly erect dick over your pants.

Queen, ignoring her daughter's plea, stepped forward—her sumptuous figure barely contained by the royal robes now slipping down one shoulder to reveal expanses of creamy skin and the soft swell of a breast.

"You've saved our bloodline,” she said in a husky whisper rife with promise. Her deep red tsurime eyes locked onto as she approached him with the grace and hunger of a queen who was no stranger to both command and surrender. "For that, even sharing this crown jewel of womanhood is but a small tribute."

That night, The queen's plush bedchamber had transformed into an arena of primal desires, echoed by the rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. The hefty bounce of the queen's enormous tits complemented the raucous symphony as drove into her with a fervor that told tales of insatiable hunger. Her thick ass rippled with each relentless thrust, the sight commanding and vulgar in its beauty—a testament to the night's debauchery.

Linse, still panting from her own exhaustive session with , couldn't contain the torrent of emotions flooding through her. Her slender form ached for more attention, even as she lay depleted and sensitive from earlier acts.

"Hold on, Hero-sama! Aren't you doing it for a little too long!?" Linse exclaimed, voice strained as she eyed the vigorous coupling before her. "Aren't you doing her more intimately than with your fiancée!?"