Princess Pride lounged in her velvet-draped chamber, her body humming with a royal hunger that no ordinary lover could sate. She needed the cum of Arthur and Prince Stale, their potent essence the only thing that could quench her prideful fire. The door swung open, and the two men entered, their eyes locking on her with equal parts challenge and desire. "Well, if it isn't the kingdom's finest distractions," she purred, rising with a smirk. "Come to beg for my favor again?"
Arthur chuckled, stepping closer. "Beg? Hardly, Princess. We heard your court whispers—something about needing a real challenge between those royal thighs." Prince Stale grinned wickedly, adjusting his stance. "Or was it our cocks you're after? Don't play coy; your eyes betray that dripping pussy of yours."
Pride laughed, sharp and unyielding, circling them like a queen inspecting her court. "Witty as ever, boys. But let's see if those hard cocks live up to the hype. Drop the robes—keep the underwear on. I want you both through the fly, no excuses." The tension crackled as they complied, their underwear straining against growing erections. "Horny already?" she teased, her hand brushing Arthur's bulge. "Good. Because this pussy doesn't wait for amateurs."
She shed her gown, standing proud and naked, then guided them to the bed. "Double up for me—both of you, cocks out through those flies, stretching my pussy together." Arthur's voice was husky with wit. "Demanding as always. Think you can handle the sync?" Stale added, "Or will you be the one panting first?" Pride shoved them down, straddling their laps as their hard cocks emerged, thick and ready. She lowered herself, taking them both at once through the fabric slits, her wet pussy enveloping the dual invasion with a gasp of triumph.
They thrust in rhythm, her ass grinding against their thighs, sweat beading on their skin as the friction built. "Fuck, you're tight," Arthur groaned, his cock pulsing inside her. "Wetter than the royal fountains," Stale quipped, matching the pace. Pride rode them fiercely, not yielding an inch. "Less talk, more cum—make it threefold or don't bother." The blowjob of words turned to action as she leaned in, but the real payoff was the pounding: their cocks sliding together in her dripping pussy, building to an explosive edge.
Panting and sweating, the trio locked in sync, bodies slamming until the climax hit—Princess Pride's walls clenching as Arthur and Stale came in unison, their cum flooding her threefold, hot and overwhelming. She arched, claiming every drop with a victorious cry, her strong form unbowed even in ecstasy.
As they collapsed in a heap of satisfied limbs, Pride's eyes gleamed with fresh hunger. "Delightful warm-up, gentlemen—but the real games begin at dawn."
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