Liira opened the bust of her dress, baring her bountiful breasts. She pressed them against Owain's chest, moaning happily. Owain cautiously slid a hand underneath her skirt. The Princess wasn't wearing any undergarments. Owain slowly inserted his finger into her womanhood. Liira gasped softly, then began to moan even louder.
"Oh, no more teasing," she begged. "Please, take me now!"
"First, you must pleasure me," Owain purred. Liira slid off his lap and frantically removed his trousers, freeing his manhood. She lowered her lovely lips onto his shaft and began to suck vigorously. Owain moaned in pleasure. Truly, he had the best role in the Royalist Rebellion.
Owain had originally sided with King Antyny. But when he lost his father in Antyny's pointless war, he switched sides, joining the Royalists while still posing as though he were on the side of Antyny. That had granted him the opportunity to become the betrothed of one of the Princesses. And now, he was performing his most important task. Keeping Liira distracted while the other Royalists stormed the Palace. The other witchly Princesses were similarly being kept occupied by Royalist moles. Though as the only witch mole, Owain was the only one to cast a sex spell on his target.
He could have come up with something else, but Owain was no saint. If he had the chance to get sucked and fucked by one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom, he would take it. Of course, the spell only lasted for however long it took for Liira to orgasm. So he had to draw it out.
Owain came, shooting seed down Liira's throat. Like her concubine mother must have, she swallowed it.
"Please, take me," Liira whispered. Owain smirked.
"Turn around," he instructed. Liira did as she was told. Owain pulled her skirt up, baring her shapely rear. In one smooth motion, he plunged his manhood into her asshole. Liira cried out in shock and pleasure. As Owain thrust vigorously into her, he silently prayed that her moans were for show, and she wouldn't orgasm until he entered her womanhood.