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"I believe your scheming brain has finally snapped under the weight of your age, uncle," Duke William said quietly as he held the curiously shaped bottle up to a lamp to inspect the fluid, "You want me to use what few connections I have remaining in the palace to put this into Princess Rachel's drink at the festival..." He clenched the bottle in his fist as he began rubbing his temples,

"You are discharged from my service; I would never do something like this," William turned away from his uncle who had just continued staring with the same malicious expression.

"It has to be you, my nephew," the old badger leered, "You have been formally invited, and you're the only one I trust to handle this discreetly."

"You're insane...I'm not poisoning the crowned heir," the duke shuddered under his uncle's gaze as he looked back over his shoulder.

"Don't be so dense, William, it does not become you," the badger snorted, "Of course it's not poison," he snatched the vial back and took a swig defiantly, "What good would that do us? None; the crown would just go to the next in line. We need chaos, nephew. We need scandal." He opened his mouth to show he had swallowed the fluid.

William rubbed his paw over his face, this was too much...the game had become too complicated, too dangerous, "Then stop your aged prattling and get on with it, your unbearably obtuse contrivances are like needles in my skull."

"Oh, but this is the simplest plot in the world, my nephew," The badger chuckled and held up the bottle, "This is simply an especially strong aphrodisiac, an extract of the desert lotus from outside the Imperium. Even better, It becomes stronger as a tincture."

"You lecherous old man," William grimaced even as the pieces of his uncle's plan fell in place.

"Don't malign my dedication to this effort, William," the old badger hissed, "We just have to force that harlot into revealing itself, and as long as you can keep your wits about you there is no risk to us."

"And if it doesn't work?" William intoned as he took back the bottle. Could he just run and leave this all behind? Take what money he had stored away and fly to some far away land?

"Then I will hatch a new scheme," the uncle put a paw on William's shoulder, "But if you can get that extract into the aberration's drink at one of the feasts, it will be forced to reveal itself in front of everyone. Have faith, nephew."

The duke wrenched away from his uncle's grasp, disgusted as he saw the front of the old man's robes. But he was right, it was a simple plan. William just had to soak the princess's wineglass in the extract, and the duke knew of several servants who could be paid off to get the correct glass in place. It would just be thought of as a harmless prank, a little amorous surprise for the princess and her suitor; he would show them the benignity of the extract just as his uncle had.

Even if for some reason it didn't work, some other fool would just have a particularly enjoyable evening. But...if it did work...could William really bear the idea of wrenching apart the nobility with a scandal like this? Was his birthright really worth more than the rest of the royal family's? Well, at least he would know firsthand whether the princess was really one of those...things...Surely that commoner who was courting her now would have abandoned her if she was, right...?

The streets of Cabalton were decked in unusual splendor for the festival, multi-colored lamps strung between buildings and a general excitement permeating the air. Though the event was more formally recognized as a royal affair, the rest of the general public tended to see it as an occasion to enjoy themselves as well.

Phillip couldn't help but be enamored by the infectious cheer of the city as his lessons with Rachel and Sir Linus alike made him confident that he could at least get through the evening of dancing without incident, and as he walked with the Princess through the Imperial District he chatted anxiously about the celebrations.

"Just look at it all!" He gasped as they passed the brightly decorated gardens and businesses, "I wish I'd thought to stop by this district during the festival before, it's incredible."

Rachel pulled a little closer to him with a smile, "It certainly is, I never really walked around here before either. The festival always seemed so trite from within the palace."

"What do you think of it, Sir Linus?" Phillip called back to the leopard who was keeping pace a little ways behind them.

"It is quite impressive," The knight commented casually, "But I really wish you would have allowed a larger detachment to escort you, your highness," he ended with a miffed sigh.

"I said I wanted to get out of the palace, Sir Linus," Rachel smirked, "I can hardly do that if I take the palace with me, can I?" She swished her tail sensuously against Phillip's as they walked.

Linus rolled his eyes before narrowing them at a child who was staring at the princess and her suitor, "All the same, I think we should be getting back soon..."

"Your Highness!" An older aristocrat called loudly and bowed as he saw the princess come into view.

Rachel smiled and inclined her head with a dismissive wave at his formality, but she started feeling a little more nervous as a crowd began gathering at the aristocrat's call, "I think you may be right, Sir Linus," she said through a regal smile.

Sometimes being royalty had its drawbacks; she couldn't even take a leisurely stroll with Phillip without having to wave diplomatically at everyone who recognized her. Still, it had been longer than she'd expected before the crowds started,

"Please go about your business," She called cheerily to the small, staring group, "And enjoy the festivities this evening with my complements, once again you have made our city shine like the precious jewel that it is. You each give pride to the meaning of being 'Imperials.'"

The crowd cheered genially and a few began to disperse, whispering excitedly at the rare sight of the Princess outside of the palace. Many gave a curious glance at the young aristocrat escorting her and wondered if he was the clumsy suitor from the rumors or just some new bloke with especially twitchy ears.

One of the members didn't walk away, however, and actually approached the princess with a basket of flowers in hand, "Excuse me, your highness!" He bowed low as he held the basket in front of him.

Linus quickly stepped forward with his paw already drawing his sword before Rachel stopped him with an annoyed look, "Yes, good sir?" She inclined her head at the flower merchant who had started at the leopard's motions.

"Oh...er, I was wondering if you would accept a token...It isn't every day that the Princess herself comes by my cart..." he chuckled nervously under the knight's steely gaze.

Phillip smiled and walked towards the merchant as he drew his wallet, "Good timing, mate, I was just thinking that I should buy a rose from your stall." He pulled out a pair of gold coins and looked over the assortment of colors.

"I couldn't possibly..." the merchant balked as Phillip put the coins in his paw and selected a trimmed, white blossom from the basket.

"Nonsense, my good man," Phillip smiled as he pried off thorns from the stem and stepped back to Rachel, gently tucking it into the fur behind her ear, "Just look at how beautiful that is; I'm in your debt, really," he grinned at the beaming princess.

"Please inform your other customers that your roses meet with royal approval, good sir." Rachel resisted the urge to lock her muzzle into Phillip's as her heart pounded lovingly. Maintaining a certain appearance was just another disadvantage of being the crowned princess.

"Thank you, your highness..." The merchant looked at the couple in awe as the gold pieces fell against the copper ones in his pocket, and waved giddily as the princess and her suitor began walking back to the palace...

Back within the regal halls, everything and everyone seemed to be bustling to prepare for the evening. Attendants rushed about for their various tasks, some at the behest of the royal guests and some to get ready for the others who would arrive later.

Phillip and Rachel spent the afternoon in her chambers, keeping themselves entertained and not wanting to get in the way. The time went by quickly, and almost before they realized it, it was time for them to get dressed for the occasion.

"Oh, don't you look pretty, milady," Erica cooed as she finished helping Rachel into her dress, "I think you were right about the green one, this brings out your eyes so much better."

"What do you think, Phillip?" Rachel grinned and twirled as she stepped toward him.

Phillip's mouth opened slightly as he watched her, the delicate reds of her skirts fluttering out as she spun, "You look like...a perfect sunset," He breathed as his paws slipped while trying to do his tie.

Rachel leaned in to kiss him, letting her hind paw lift as he put an arm around her waist, "Mmm, I think you're right, Erica. This is the one," she giggled as she redid a button on Phillip's waistcoat.

Phillip smiled and went back to fixing his tie. She looked so beautiful, and he was going to be right next to her. Everyone was going to watch as they walked in together; the princess and her suitor...

The halls of the palace were resplendent with decorations and people alike, a glittering, velvety haze of fabric and jewelry as the guests arrived for the festival. The heralds were almost hoarse from announcing the guests, and quickly ran to the kitchens for refreshment once the doors to the dance-hall were closed after the final arrival.

The king made a short speech regarding the history of the festival, welcoming the guests and nobility to the event and the feast to be held afterward. But soon, he clapped his hands to start the small orchestra and let the dance begin proper.

"This is that one song I really liked," Phillip smiled as he took Rachel's paw and put his other on her waist.

"I may have made a request for it on your behalf," Rachel smiled back as she held his shoulder and let him lead her in graceful circles.

"I'm going to kiss you at some point," He murred as the music swelled around them, "I don't care if it's improper," he let go of her waist to twirl her.

"I might just have to kiss you back," She giggled as she drew back to him, "Because I don't think I much care if it's improper either..."

The festival continued with the lilting motions of the dancers, the hall seemingly littered with flowers being spun by the wind as the various partners twined amongst each other. Songs ended and began with startling rapidity for the young suitor, and he couldn't help but notice the occasional glance passed his way. It seemed that even the nobles who had scoffed at him a week ago couldn't help but be impressed by the dancing couple, and he smiled broadly as he looked into the half-lidded eyes of the princess while the room spun around them in a flurry of intimate colors.

He had a few narrow misses when his hind paw crossed between hers, but their time practicing had helped Rachel to adapt to his occasional advances on her toes. If anything, it only made the time more enjoyable as she affectionately skirted his missteps, and her heart swelled all the more as he squeezed her paw appreciatively.

Time seemed to pass all too quickly, and soon the beginning of the dinner was announced. Rachel moved her paw to Phillip's neck and quickly pulled him into a kiss, ignoring the occasional miffed glance from those nearby. This was her prince, and she didn't care if they thought it was unbecoming. They were in love, and the world deserved to know it.

"You two looked absolutely perfect out there," The Duchess of Ophan smiled from across the massively long dining table to Phillip, "And your dress, Rachel. You always did have the most beautiful dresses." She looked to her right at the grinning princess.

"Oh go on, Lia," Rachel giggled back, "I'm going to have to actually start inviting you to visit if you keep this up."

"Wouldn't that be lovely?" the duchess trilled to the powerful stallion at Phillip's left, "I've always said we should try to get out of Ophan more often, haven't I, pickle?"

Phillip was astonished to see the broad-shouldered horse blush slightly through his dark coat, "Please, dear, you know I hate it when you call me that when we're at these formal affairs," he whinnied affectionately in spite of himself, "But I wouldn't mind seeing Cabalton a little more often, now that you mention it," He smiled serenely at his wife.

"And of course, you'll have to come to Ophan as well," the duchess continued as the waiters began serving drinks, "If for no other reason than to try some more of the wine, I brought a case of our best vintage as a gift and the king was kind enough to serve it tonight." She looked happily at the glass of ruby liquid as it was set in front of her.

"This isn't the thirty-year vintage is it?" Rachel asked excitedly as she swirled the wine, "I remember having some when Uther was courting you, it was excellent."

"The very same," the duchess smiled at her husband and took a sip, "And I'm hoping that some of the other nobles will share your affection for it, we've been wanting to bump up the demand a little bit in the upper class."

"Must you always think like a duchess, Lia?" Rachel sighed as she tasted the wine, "Although I suppose I can't really complain..." her brow furrowed slightly as she swallowed.

"Now, my wife tells me you're something of a swordsman, Master Roarch?" The stallion turned to Phillip.

The suitor coughed slightly around his wine at being addressed, "Oh, just 'Phillip,' if you don't mind, your grace. And I would say I'm more of a fortunate novice than anything."

"Then you won't mind calling me 'Uther,' I hope," the stallion chuckled as the first course of their meal was set in front of them, "I always feel like my wife has been more of the duke than myself, even in my own province."

"Mark his hooves, Phillip," the duchess smirked, "He shuffles them whenever he's being overly modest."

Phillip laughed as he saw the stallion cross his legs to stop the clopping he was making, and picked up his spoon as he looked at the opulently garnished soup in front of him. It was some kind of thickened tomato base, a deep shade of red-orange that reminded him of Rachel's fur.

"Lia, are you sure this is the same vintage?" the princess asked as she took another sip of the wine, "There's something different about it in the finish...the nose is the same, but it seems...drier I think...?"

"It tastes right to me," the duchess took a mouthful of her own in confusion, "Let me try yours, maybe they corked it?" She tasted Rachel's wine as it was handed to her, "Very strange...it is a little different. Make sure you mention it to the servant, they really shouldn't be so careless with vintage wines," She frowned at the glass and set it down irritatedly, "I'll make sure they set aside a bottle for you after the festival, no I insist, they must have opened it poorly." She closed her eyes definitively against Rachel's assurances that it was fine.

Phillip smiled at the exchange, the two cousins seemed to have all but forgotten their troubled past together. He thought contentedly about visiting Ophan with Rachel, and how they could probably stop by Riccon at the same time. He would get to show her the lush fields and countryside of his homeland...hopefully she wouldn't be too put off by the accommodations that would be practically rural compared to what she was used to.

"Phillip?" Rachel gasped suddenly with a look of astonishment that rapidly waned into fear.

The young tamaskan looked back and his eyes widened as he saw panic in her own, "What's the matter?"

She squeaked with a sharp wince and looked down in terror at her lap, then met Phillip's gaze with a horrified expression.

"Rachel, do you feel a little--" the duchess began and then winced herself.

The duchess and the princess glanced blushingly at each other's laps then back to their own, and looked back across the table with increasing panic.

They were getting aroused, that had to be it, Phillip thought as his ears began vibrating, they were straining against their undergarments and they couldn't seem to stop it. The room was packed with happily chatting guests, and there was no way the princess and the duchess could leave without being seen. They needed a distraction, and soon, if they hoped to avoid revealing their genders...This couldn't be the way to show the world what they were...

Phillip looked down at his soup as plans raced through his head, but there wasn't time for second guesses. He knew he would have to break his promise not to make a fool of himself at the festival...

Phillip looked over at Uther who seemed similarly aware of the issue, and pointed his nose with a quick nod at the nearest doorway behind the shivering hermaphrodites.

Soup...why must these royal dinners always start off with soup? Phillip sighed to himself as he made a fist over the steaming bowl. He just hoped the king would give him a chance to explain afterward...

He pounded down on the lip of the dish, catapulting the contents over his chest as he threw himself back in his chair. He tried to exaggerate his scream of pain as the liquid splattered over his clothes and face, which turned out to be rather easy as the soup scalded through his fur.

A cold silence fell that was punctuated by gasps at the scene of Phillip tumbling back and pinwheeling his arms, and once again he didn't have to work too hard to cough painfully as he hit the floor. But at least he knew that every eye would be turned to him as the attendants and nearby guests rushed to help him up.

"Bring him to me!" A hoarse bellow sounded from the table as the guests stood and craned their necks to see what was going on.

Two Imperial Guards rushed forward and pulled Phillip roughly to his feet, practically dragging him along as the king walked with furious steps out of the hall, "Continue the feast!" He yelled back with a snap of his fingers, a snarl crossing his features as he heard the frantic whispering from the other guests.

The guards deposited the scorched tamaskan before the king and closed the doors to the dance-hall behind them, and a look of rage began twisting the old foxes features as he considered what to do with the oafish buffoon in front of him...

Rachel and the duchess managed to rush out of the door Phillip had indicated, their paws clutching at their aching groins as their erections pressed out determinedly. Rachel yelped in pain as she felt her underwear unbuttoning under the pressure, and quickly pulled her cousin down a nearby hall to try to get back to her chambers.

Had anyone seen them? She thought frantically as Uther rushed off to find Erica; someone had to tell the king why her suitor had caused such a scene...But, Phillip had already been so magnificent, she thought with affectionate pride even as another button pinged open at her waist. Surely the other guests had been looking at him: her fantastically clever little prince.

The halls were gratifyingly empty and her chambers weren't terribly far, almost every attendant was busy with the feast, but there were the odd few who might chance upon them. Arousal continued to pound against her with an additional desperation, even through the worry she couldn't help but pant in excitement.

"Rachel?!" the duchess gasped as she watched the princess's dress arcing forward, "Oh...dear..." She moaned as the pointed bulge of her own began throbbing under her paws.

"We're...almost there," Rachel shuddered as the restraints of her underwear popped away completely and the tenting of her dress shot up against her chest. The release made her stumble and clutch at the twitching shape, "Lia...I can't..." She moaned as a gurgle of precum soaked through her skirts, and she lurched into a lavatory that gratifyingly had multiple stalls.

"You can't mean we should...? In here...?" the duchess gasped as she watched Rachel bunching her skirts over the top of her massive erection.

"We need to do something!" Rachel moaned as a syrupy trickle poured down the base of her equine member, "Our luck isn't going to...uhhhng...hold out," and she threw herself into one of the stalls as the duchess took another.

The lady wolf tutted loudly as she managed to pull her hem up over her member, "This is most undignified...pawing off next to my cousin."

"Just make it fast," Rachel heaved in air as she stroked her buzzing penis, the pleasure was more intense than ever, arousal making her stroke in a jerky, shuddering rhythm. She tried to push her cock down towards the bowl of the loo, but almost screamed as the action sent aching bliss through her loins. Fluids poured out of her sexes as she humped into her paws, trying to ignore the duchess's cries of lust that were matching her own.

"How...how did this happen?" the lady wolf panted as she massaged her penis, it seemed bigger than usual...an almost frightening eight inches with her knot bulging out on either side, "I haven't been this randy since my last heat!" Her tongue lolled out as she thought about her husband that spring.

"Please...stop talking..." Rachel yipped as she began thrusting up while she stroked. She was going to make quite a mess, so she might as well let it feel good, "Just pretend...I'm not here." Her legs shuddered as a wave of pooling nectar was thrust out of the front of her undergarments in a long, sticky rope.

"But there has to be some explanation," the duchess insisted as she squeezed her knot and admired her bulging testicles. She ran a paw under her cock and felt her hips push forward, "Ohh...Oh! It must have been the wine! I knew something was wrong with it." She only heard the sporadic pattering of fluids from the other stall, "...Oh come on, Rachel. This is just like when we were young and trying to masturbate before the other got back, hmm?" She offered apologetically.

Rachel couldn't help but giggle under the light-headedness of her sexual ecstasy, "Stop...taking this so lightly," she giggled even louder and squeezed her toes as the warm puddle of nectar and precum expanded under her hind paws, "This is...serious...AH!" She felt the first pulse of an orgasm tingle through her penis, "Don't....don't listen to me! Cover your ears or something!" She yipped frantically as her testicles pulled back up and her vagina began spasming.

"Why should I cover--?" The duchess mumbled but stopped as she heard a thundering spray being thrown at the wall, "Goodness, Rachel..." She gasped as she heard what appeared to be bucketfuls of water as they were sloshed against the plaster.

A wave of almost sickeningly sweet aroma flooded through the restroom, the smell of lavender growing stronger as the princess continued ejaculating against the wall. She couldn't even get one spurt to land in the bog, and moaned in aroused embarrassment as she saw her translucent semen coating the fixtures like hot, dripping honey. Her dress and fur was speckled in the backwash of her fluid, and she pointed her toes together as a steaming wave of nectar poured between her clenched thighs.

Her penis softened, but just dangled by her knees as it continued to pulse slowly, "I can't get back in my sheath..." She mumbled and deliriously stumbled to her cousin's stall, leaving a thin trail of fluids in her wake, "What about you...?" She threw open the door and the surprised duchess turned in shock to the erotically charged sight of Rachel's massive flaccidity.

"Don't! I'm not finished!" She moaned as she felt her own testicles retract suddenly, and she quickly put a paw over her tip as her thick ejaculate poured into her palm, "Go...go away," she yipped as Rachel continued to stare blearily at her orgasm.

"Just making us even," The princess smirked as the duchess blushed harshly, her whitish semen dripping through her fingers, "I seem to remember you doing this to me at one point." her mouth opened at the barely hidden shape as Lia tried to avoid ejaculting onto the princess, her frantic attempts to make her climax go faster making her knees buckle under the release.

"Oh, fair...fair enough...I guess," the lady wolf gasped abashedly once she stopped spurting, turning slightly to flick her paw over the toilet, "And no, I don't seem to be going back in either. Now would you please put that away?" she pointed shakily at Rachel's equine member that was continuing to hold up her skirts, "It reminds me of my husband's and I'd rather like to get out of the loo at some point."

Rachel balked as she looked down at her penis and blushed hotly while she threw her dress down over it, "Oops...I...oh bollocks..." She grinned sheepishly as her cousin quickly covered her own softened member.

They giggled even as they blushingly made their way to the door, opening it a hair to see if the coast was clear. Their dresses fortunately hid their flaccidities with marginal success, but the large wet spots on their skirts would be a little hard to pass off as normal. Rachel took Lia's paw in her own and sqeezed; it was good to be friends with her cousin again, even if it was under such ridiculous circumstances.

"Wait, don't...that's the paw that I..." the duchess moaned as her semen made a gluey connection between their palms, "finished into..."

Rachel balked and quickly wiped her paw of on her already ruined dress with a grimace. Maybe friendly gestures could wait until they cleaned up a bit...

"Explain yourself!" The king rumbled at the shivering tamaskan before him.

"Please, Your Majesty," Phillip begged with his eyes that were streaming from his burns, "I had to do it...but I can't say why..." His eyes darted between the guards standing at the door back to the hall.

"Leave us," he shot to the guards who seemed eager to leave the uncomfortable situation. It had been a while since they had seen their king so furious, and weren't eager to help punish the whimpering pup before them.

"Now, I will not ask you again. Explain yourself," his voice began to soften at the look of pleading determination from the scalded suitor before him. The boy didn't seem ashamed, even as his clothes dripped red puddles around the floor.

"It was Rachel and the Duchess of Ophan, Your Majesty...they were...um...bother," he blushed for the first time as he tried to phrase the awkward situation, "Well...er...they had to leave because of their..."

The king narrowed his eyes and rushed to the door, opening it discreetly to look for his daughter. She was indeed missing, as was the duchess and her husband. Had this clumsy young man preserved the most dangerous secret of the royal line?

"You did this intentionally?" He muttered as he closed the door again, "Then...you did well, Phillip...But I will have a word with my daughter about...restraining herself. As honorable as you are, it seems you have an ill effect on her condition..."

"Please," Phillip begged even as his heart pounded when the king called him by his given name, "There was something in her wine, the duchess thought it had been 'porked' or some such thing, but it must have been laced with something..." his mind raced with the possibility of sabotage.

"Porked?" The king whispered with an odd look but shook his head to get to the more important issue, "I will find out who did this, on my word as Monarch of the Imperium," he growled slightly as his voice rumbled with authority.

"Maybe the glass just hadn't been cleaned from whoever...used it last?" Phillip blushed, "I don't want to get anyone else in trouble, I don't think anyone saw them leave...So, no harm done?" He smiled hopefully and gingerly wiped some of the soup from his face.

The king regarded Phillip curiously as he winced from his burns. Maybe the boy was right and it had simply been a mistake...But more to the point, this earnest suitor was willing to forsake his dignity at a whim, just to help the princess keep a secret that had plagued their family for untold generations...

"Regardless, this must be investigated--"

"My liege!" Uther suddenly clopped around the corner at a hurried pace, "It was not the boy's own doing! Let me explain!"

"I have already been appraised of the situation," the king waved a paw wearily before offering it to Phillip, "You may stand, young master. I should have said so before."

Phillip's ears went wild as he took the king's heavily jeweled fingers and stood, shivering in pain as his chest folded over the tightening burns, "Hurk...Thank you, Your Majesty..."

"It is I who owe you thanks," the king gave a rare look of apologetic sympathy, "You have disgraced and injured yourself to protect my family. I will think of something to say to the nobility to restore your honor while you go to the princess."

"Really?" Phillip tried to smile widely before it stretched the skin of his face.

"Yes, now Uther please help him back to Rachel's chambers before I change my mind," The king sighed uncomfortably at the thought that he was essentially telling Phillip to go have sex with his aroused daughter, but this brave young man deserved to enjoy a little respite from his obvious pain. At least he would have to wait for Erica to treat his burns first...

"Ohh, hurry up, Erica..." Rachel moaned as her penis throbbed between her breasts, "I can't paw off any more...My vagina's on fire." She tried poking a finger into her aching opening, but it only made her more aroused and forced her testicles to swell larger.

"Well, if he would just stop wriggling like a fish, I could go faster," Erica frowned as she tried to smear the antiseptic salve into Phillip's fur.

"It tickles!" he pouted as the odd-smelling cream numbed away the pain and sent cool rushes over his stinging skin, "And you're not the only one who's on fire over here." he shot a grimace at Rachel who was still running a paw under her erection despite the raging buzz it sent through her sexes.

"Oh...my love..." She whimpered apologetically, "I'm sorry...I didn't...I just need to cum again is all, just one more time...I wasn't thinking..."

"No, I meant my cock," He shook his head with a relieved smile as he didn't feel the searing pain any more, "I've had to keep watching you orgasm this whole time, I have a lot of catching up to do," Erica backed off of him to reveal his own throbbing erection.

"I'm going make you beg me to stop, and then I'm going to make you cum even harder," Rachel gasped lustily as she crawled onto him, "I'll have sex with you all night if I have to, my brilliantly clever prince."

"Am I ever glad that I missed my lap with that little caper," Phillip chuckled as Rachel's penis rubbed along his tingling chest while she kissed him.

"Mmm," She murred giddily into his muzzle and continued humping along his sternum, the salve in his fur helping to ease some of the sting from her own ebony skin, "Erica, I would like you to bring up some supper when you get a chance. Although, you probably ought to hurry, it's about to get a little hot in here."

"Just no soup, please?" Phillip gasped as he began stroking her penis and felt his own twitching eagerly.

Erica laughed headily as she hurried from the room, worrying that watching them any longer was going to make her ruin her already moist underwear.

The princess settled back onto Phillip with an ecstatic yip as her aching passage finally separated the way she had been craving. She twisted down through the pain of knotting with him, anxious to feel her walls pulse with his heartbeat, and she leaned back with her paws behind her.

"Make me cum," she begged as his penis throbbed inside of her under the stimulation, "Make me cum all over you..."

Phillip began thrusting his hips into their coupling, gasping in joy as she bucked back and sent her penis throbbing like a flagpole between them, "I'm...not going to touch your beautiful cock...I want to see you orgasm like that one time." He tensed his member to confirm his point.

Rachel's tongue lolled out as she panted eagerly for feeling all of her semen rocketing out at once. If that's what her prince wanted to see, that's what he would get, and she humped into the coupling all the harder as his penis tickled the erogenous spot inside of her, "I'm not going to do it until I feel you cum first, I want you to stay hard for me."

"Don't worry about that, Princess," he felt his member buzzing as it was rocked back an forth, "I'm almost there...almost..."

"Unngh...hurry!" Rachel moaned as her vagina began pulsing, "I can't wait any more! It feels too good!" She shuddered under the strain of holding back.

Phillip growled primally as he tensed himself inside of her and bucked his hips again, reaching to touch the spot that he knew would make her yip in orgasmic delight. He felt her begin shaking around him while he thrust into her more rapidly, her churning testicles bouncing on his tummy and sending surges of euphoria through his shaft.

He howled as he felt her vagina pulling tighter around him, working his knot rhythmically and pulling him into climax. Rachel's penis throbbed with each burst of his ejaculations and the joyous harkening of her own release, and her elbows shook behind her as pleasure began to buzz subtly though her entire length.

"Don't stop...don't stop..." she gasped as her scrotum tightened forcefully, "This it it!"

She arched her back with a lewd cry of bliss, her nectar bursting out around their coupling as her testicles retracted the rest of the way. She couldn't thrust into him any more as a boiling heat worked up her length, and her vagina continued to spasm as a gurgling fountain of her semen sprayed against the ceiling.

Phillip howled in ecstasy as he watched her ejaculating in one continuous stream, her nipples almost pulsing themselves as she began heaving under the release. Euphoric flames burst out of her sexes and over her body as she continued to unleash her cum, the pleasure making her eyes tear and saliva pour from her open mouth.

"It won't stop..." She moaned as her sugary fluids pounded around them like hail, her orgasm sustaining even as the last misting sputter ejected from her flare. She bounced into him frantically as her penis flopped to their sides, the softened length pouring a new wave of precum as her vagina continued to pulse.

Phillip felt his own erection rebounding inside of her, and felt an aching throb in his knot as he looked at her flaccid, ebony cock. He couldn't stop either as her testicles pushed back out under the need to climax again, but the pleasure seemed too great for him to go any longer.

"I can't..." he gasped as the sexual ache pulsed through his erection, "I can't stop, but It hurts so bad..."

"I'm going to make you cum even harder," Rachel yipped defiantly, "I...ungh...I warned you..."

Phillip grabbed at her waist and tried to pull her off of him, but his paws just forced her back down again as the painful ecstasy gripped at his sex and ordered him to continue. He kept yanking her hips erotically along their joining, the pain melting away under the next imminent orgasm.

Rachel's flaccid penis began sputtering again as her passage tightened once more, and he cried out as fiery semen pushed out of his own. The unbearable itch inside of his shaft scratched itself away as he ejaculated his watery fluid into her, and his arms dropped to his side when his muscles rebelled against his efforts. Rachel used her last remaining strength to throw herself on top of him, locking her muzzle around his and pulling off of his knot. Her prince needed to rest now, even though her penis still ached with need from the aphrodisiac; she would lie with him in aroused excitement until he could make love to her again.

"I'm still horny," she whispered into his ear as his eyes fluttered, "As soon as you're hard I'm going to have sex with you."

"Uhhh," Phillip moaned and nuzzled his head into hers affectionately, "Just put some more of that stuff on my burns if I...hmm...get an erection in my sleep." His breathing began to slow as she licked his ears comfortingly, and he was soon asleep with the warm moisture of her semen working into his fur. The last thought he had before unconsciousness took him was that he was quite hoping to wake up to the sight of Rachel riding him again...