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"You're dropping your guard too much, Master Phillip," Linus intoned softly as he pressed the capped point of his sword into Phillip's ribs.

Phillip was breathing a little too heavily to answer right away, and he was regretting not taking off his waistcoat to train with the extremely competent knight, "I...phew...I know," he heaved as he stepped back, "I'm just trying...to keep what you said in mind. It's making me lose focus," he wiped his brow wearily.

Sir Linus had sent his request to train with Phillip after the princess had taken the young suitor for a stroll. The morning had felt cool and refreshing then, the couple enjoying the sights of the noontime drills for the Imperial Guard. They had breakfasted late, so they just planned to have a heartier low tea, and Phillip was even becoming eager to cross swords with such a worth opponent as the leopard knight after watching the drills. Rachel was unfortunately called away to review some court matters that went over Phillip's head, so they shared a kiss with plans to meet up in Rachel's chambers after Phillip's swordplay.

He was amazed at the skill of the leopard, his unusually short blade made up for by his long reach. It was a style unlike any Phillip had ever seen, but the leopard had likewise been impressed by the suitor's ability to parry blows in spite of his clumsy footwork. Although, he didn't make his impressions readily clear, preferring to often wordlessly slap at Phillip's hind paws with the flat of his blade when the tamaskan's stance wavered.

"Perhaps it is time for a breather," Linus nodded to Phillip's shaky legs.

"No arguments from me," Phillip sighed and sat down on a bench, "I don't think I'm going to make it to the festival if I keep this up," he attempted a smirk that turned into a wince as he felt his legs tighten up.

"You are having to unlearn a lot of bad habits, it tends to make learning difficult," Linus sighed as he rested on the other side of the bench, "One cannot pour into a full teacup."

"Well thanks for trying to train me up anyway," Phillip gave a weary smile as he stretched his aching legs, "I just hope it carries over to dancing."

"Much of dancing is based on the methods of warriors, young master," Linus said as he rested his sword over his lap, "A true swordsman is as much an artist as he is a soldier."

Phillip was surprised to hear the stuffy leopard talk about swordfighting that way, "Really? You'd think I would be better at it then, eh?" He grinned sheepishly.

Linus regarded him appraisingly, "Do not slight your progress, Master Phillip...I assume you know the riddle of the greatest swordsman's greatest fear?"

Phillip shook his head.

"It is essentially that the ultimate swordsman in the world would fear the worst swordsman in the world over the penultimate, for the worst swordsman has no technique to define him," Linus nodded thoughtfully, "You still have a surprising element of unpredictability, and you are far from the worst swordsman in the world."

Phillip reflected on this as he massaged his aching calves, "Thanks for saying so, Sir Linus," he smiled, "And I hope you're right about this being like dancing, because I don't think I can practice with Rachel tonight like this," he curled his toes experimentally and shuddered at the cramps that had settled in his legs.

"I don't believe you will have as much trouble as you think at the festival," Linus shared another rare, small grin, "And thank you for this time, young master. It has been...illuminating for myself as well."

The two decided to call it a day, since Phillip was becoming even clumsier than usual from the exhaustion of trying to hold the stances he'd never learned before. They walked up to the palace together as Sir Linus recounted some of his campaigns as a royal knight, and Phillip was astonished by the accomplishments of his training partner. He made sure to thank Sir Linus again, feeling that it must appear a waste of time for such a man to be teaching him how to lunge properly. But, the leopard insisted that he wished to continue in a couple days if Phillip wanted the same.

And so, the two went their separate ways, Phillip trying out some of the new techniques as he walked down the hallway towards Rachel's bedroom.

"Well, that's good timing then, Don Juan," Rachel chuckled as she came up behind her suitor while he made an imaginary jab.

"Ah, my beautiful princess!" Phillip smiled as he turned, "And how was your council with the minister of the...erm..."

"Legislative economic division for the principal sectors," Rachel finished with a smirk, "It was fine, and soon you're not going to be able to get out of council meetings to go play with your sticks."

"I'll have you know that we only used sticks for the first hour," Phillip grinned, "Sir Linus at least gave me the dignity of using a proper foil while he was turning my legs to rubber."

Rachel noticed that his ankles were indeed a little wobbly, "Let's get you lying down then, and I'll have Erica bring up the tea."

Phillip was once again unwilling to argue and went to lay down on Rachel's bed while she called in their request to the intercom tubes.

"Cor it feels good to get off my paws," Phillip grinned as he stretched on the bed, which was luxuriously warm and dry having been changed during the morning, "That leopard sure knows how to wear a chap out."

"I'll say," Rachel said with some concern as she sat on the edge and put his calf in her lap, "You're absolutely full of knots, my love." She began pushing her fingerpads along his tightened muscles.

"Ooh, ouch..." Phillip winced as she massaged him, "No keep going...it just hurts a bit is all."

Rachel nodded and worked on his other leg, "I'll have Erica give you a proper one after tea, I can practically feel the acid under your fur," she smiled apologetically, "But she's quite good, and then you can have a nice long bath after."

"I don't think I'll ever stop being amazed by this royalty business," Phillip murred as she stroked his fur, "'Tops' doesn't even describe it."

The young lovers continued chatting as Erica brought in the tray, and she informed them she was happy to stay with them in order to soothe Phillip's muscles afterward. Rachel got out of her dress so she could lay next to Phillip while they enjoyed the refreshments, and quickly popped the restraints from her underwear as she took off her corset.

The sight of the princess's uncovered sheath and naked breasts almost had Phillip delay the massage, but a timely cramp in his hamstring urged him to leave lovemaking till later. Still, he couldn't help tenting his trunks slightly as he stripped off his clothes with a cress sandwich in his mouth.

"Hrrmf?" Phillip asked as Erica started stripping down to her underclothes as well.

"Milady said you wanted a massage, right? This is how it's done," Erica smirked as she quickly folded her blouse and set it aside, "I haven't received many complaints from my methods before."

Phillip shrugged and finished his sandwich, looking over at Rachel who was already starting out of her sheath from watching him undress. She gave him a quick cock of the eyebrow and a smile when she saw his shorts jump at her flare.

"What do you say to saving the bath until I've had a chance to get some exercise as well?" Rachel murred as he held his erection flat up to lay on his stomach.

Phillip smiled into the beadspread, "Only if you don't mind me just lying here while you have your way with me."

Rachel giggled and pulled his fluffy tail through her paws as she watched Erica crawl over his legs. At this rate, she was never going to get to surprise Phillip with a morning erection, but hastily took off her underwear while she was still soft enough to bend it under the waistband anyway.

It turned out Erica was indeed quite proficient in relaxing Phillip's knotted muscles, and he breathed in deeply with his face still pressed into the bed as she dug her thumbs into his calves. The curvy squirrel was commenting that he should really be on a table to get better results, but the sentiments just drifted passed Phillip's gently twitching ears without reply. He could still faintly smell Rachel's flowery musk in the bedspread, even though it had been laundered, and he chuckled softly as he thought about how it would eventually become a part of his scent as well from sleeping with her.

"Am I tickling you, Phillip?" Erica asked as she felt him shaking.

"Hmm?" he snapped out of his daydreaming from the direct question, "Oh, no I'm fine. It's nothing." But he turned his head to look at the beautiful princess with a serene smile on his face.

"Well, I'm finished with your back, turn yourself over please," Erica said with a gentle pat on his ankle.

Phillip was extremely thankful for his and Rachel's relationship with Erica, because his erection had not subsided during the massage. If anything, it had become even more urgent while he took in Rachel's aroma that he knew was as much from her ejaculations as it was from her auburn fur. Watching her slowly stroking herself and fingering at her clitoris was also a likely culprit.

"I told you I don't receive many complaints," Erica chuckled as Phillip's tented shorts came into view.

"I can't imagine anybody complaining, that feels brilliant, Erica," Phillip sighed contentedly as she dug an elbow into his thigh.

"Well, sometimes I missread signals like the one you're giving me," Erica replied sheepishly as she gave Phillip's tenting a gentle tweak.

"Oh, bother...not to be rude um..." Phillip's eyes grew wider as he watched Erica's erect nipples pushing into his fur, "I was...erm, smelling Rachel on the bed, but...but you know that I think you're...bother all..." He blushed furiously.

"Stop being so adorably gormless," Rachel chuckled as she settled next to him to put her mouth around one of his large, quivering ears, "I'm not even going to let you get to the bath if you keep going on..."

Phillip murred happily at her gentle nibbling, even more so as he felt her erection pressing into his side, "Why don't you show Erica how you had sex with me last night? I'd like a second opinion on how amazing you look riding me."

Rachel smiled lustily and sat up, "I think you've touched my prince enough for one afternoon, Erica. Perhaps you'd like to start touching yourself instead?"

Erica laughed as she watched Rachel yank off Phillip's trunks and mount him, and she quickly removed her own underwear to enjoy the show.

Phillip gasped joyously as she drove down over him and he caught a splatter of her precum that was ejected from the intensity of her own stimulation. Rachel began flexing her penis as she gyrated her hips sensuously, wrapping her arms behind her head and pointing her elbows up.

"You like what...you see?" She giggled headily as her precum flowed more strongly with each tensing beat of her cock. Both Erica and Phillip quickly assented, causing another blissful laugh.

Phillip worked his fingers under her swollen testicles, gently massaging them with his thumb as he stroked her clitoris. Rachel yipped in delight and pressed forward into his touch, tightening her penis until it almost touched her neck and drawing the ebony skin to a shining brilliance. Phillip knew that he had been wrong before; this was the perfect pose as she froze in place with her head tilted back and her genitals pulsing around his cock and before his gaze.

Phillip quickly looked over at Erica who was rocking her paw over her cleft, gently working a finger into her vagina as she moaned lewdly, and he gasped as Rachel began shuddering from the effort of keeping herself at the edge of an orgasm. He joined her in trying to swell his penis from within her walls, feeling the delightful strain of pleasure as it pounded through their joining.

They tensed themselves together, testing to see if they could feel each others' grips through the euphoria-soaked haze of their sexes. Phillip couldn't help feeling that Rachel had gotten the better end of the stick when it came to exercise, even as she rocked back on his groin and pushed forward again, her penis falling slightly and then pulling back up between her breasts.

Rachel cried out lustily as she felt him growing harder within her again and breathed out a shivering gasp as she worked her hips forward even farther, her ability to resist climax failing with each subtle motion. She began humping towards him more quickly and released her tenuous hold on her sexes, heaving in joy as she felt her balls retract and her vagina begin pulsing around him.

With her orgasm already sending bulging gushes of her sugary fluids up through her shaft, she released her neck to hold her cock up against her. The first splatter of ejaculation hissed against her muzzle, the powerful spray digging into her fur and pattering over Erica and Phillip.

The room became saturated with the sweet, erotic aromas of their collective orgasm, the air full with the sounds of yipping and gasping as fluids sprinkled over the once-dry sheets. Rachel ran her paws slowly over the underside of her penis as she erupted from her flare, her body unwilling to let her try to point it at Phillip.

He couldn't blame her as the buzzing warmth of his massage mixed with the sexual heat of his climax, and reached up to help her stroke her penis as she laid her head on the still ejaculating tip.

Phillip felt her vaginal contractions begin to slow, his sheath and knot saturated with their cum as it poured out of their relaxed joining.

"Sorry for...huff...the quick one...my prince," Rachel smirked as she let go of her cock and ran a paw over her soaked face, "You know how it is...when we have an audience." She glanced over at Erica who was gently working over her soaked opening.

"And I was all set to take a break from this today," Erica giggled back as she crawled determinedly off of the bed, "We'll just call that a part of the massage shall we?" She walked towards her own room shakily.

"We'll try not to be too loud, then; I'm just getting started," Rachel called back, then continued more quietly to Phillip, "Let's see if we can't change her mind about that break, hmm?"

As the couple began their next emphatic lovemaking session, they couldn't help but overhear a distinct whirring sound coming from Erica's bedroom.