"W-Wha... Do it together, you say?" Myrcella stamred, her voice trembling with disbelief.
Her wide eyes reflected a swirl of emotions, like confusion, reluctance, but also sothing else.
Sothing curious.
The suggestion sounded absurd to her, at least on the surface... yet her tone betrayed a spark of interest she couldn’t quite hide.
"What do you say?" Titania chid in with that ever-present, devilish grin curling across her lips.
It was the kind of grin that ant trouble. It was playful, wicked, and knowing exactly what she was doing.
"D-Doing it together...?" Myrcella repeated, almost in a whisper.
Her hands moved hesitantly, one wrapping around her arm as she rubbed it slowly and nervously.
It was a small, almost subconscious gesture, one that betrayed how unsure she was.
Yet, at the sa ti, her thighs shifted just enough for to notice.
She was pressing her legs together tightly, her knees brushing against one another as though trying to suppress the heat building between them. "I-I don’t know about that..."
"It’s not really that bad," Titania said, her voice a smooth whisper of temptation. "Actually... doing it with soone else can feel really, really good." Her grin deepened as she looked at Myrcella, her eyes gleaming with mischief and the promise of pleasure.
Myrcella turned to look at then. Her expression was unreadable. It was almost half pleading, half uncertain.
I had no idea what she wanted from .
Maybe she was silently asking for a way out.
Maybe she was hoping I’d speak up, break the tension, steer the situation back to sothing less intense.
But honestly... I had no intention of doing that.
Because deep down, I wanted this.
The idea of a threeso—, Myrcella, and Titania—was already playing vividly in my mind.
So, instead of saving her from it, I just shrugged. A silent way of saying, "It’s your choice."
Myrcella’s shoulders sagged with a soft sigh, and her gaze drifted away from mine.
She started glancing around the room—anywhere but at us—as if hoping to find so kind of distraction as well as so kind of clarity.
And then... she spoke.
"H-How do we do it?"
Her voice was small and breathless, laced with uncertainty.
But the blush that spread across her cheeks—pink and burning—was unmistakable.
She looked up at both of us, her eyes flickering with a nervous light.
The three of us made our way to the Gold Dormitory, steps falling into rhythm as anticipation built thick in the air.
The reason was simple.
We were going there... to have sex.
Titania looked like she was barely containing her excitent.
Her arms were wrapped around both mine and Myrcella’s, practically bouncing in place with each step as she walked between us.
Her impish grin had only grown wider, a picture of gleeful anticipation that practically radiated from her like heat.
Our destination was Myrcella’s room.
When the door opened and we stepped inside, Titania’s reaction was imdiate.
"Woah~! Your room is huge! As expected of the princess of the kingdom!" she exclaid, spinning slowly in place to take it all in.
"Really? I figured you’d have a similar room to mine," Myrcella replied, her tone almost absent.
"Nope, not even close," Titania said with an amazed chuckle. "My ceiling isn’t this high at all, and I definitely don’t have this many columns~!"
Her eyes were alight with awe as she gazed at the lofty ceiling and the elegant architecture. T
he difference was undeniable.
Titania’s room was modest by comparison even though she was also a princess... this one felt like it belonged to a king rather than a princess, with its vast floor space and ornate design.
Titania made a beeline for the bed, hopping onto it with a soft bounce.
She stretched out across the surface, groaning with pleasure as she tested the softness beneath her.
"Ah...~ And the bed is also so soft~... Did you fuck on it already?" she asked, casually and without restraint.
"Y-You really don’t have any filter, do you?" Myrcella muttered, her lips twitching with sothing between surprise and embarrassnt.
Titania sat up slowly, her eyes gleaming.
She turned to us and tilted her head slightly, giving us that signature grin once again.
"Now then..." she purred. "How about we start? Leon, sit down on the edge of the bed and open your legs."
I didn’t say a word.
I just did exactly as I was told, sitting at the edge of the bed and spreading my legs.
"Princess Myrcella, kneel between Leon’s legs," Titania instructed, her voice smooth and deliberate. "And then..."
Myrcella hesitated, clearly flustered.
But she obeyed, slowly lowering herself onto her knees, right between my legs.
"Do you know how to open his zipper with your mouth, Princess?"
Myrcella shook her head, her expression a mix of shock and embarrassnt.
"Bite the zipper with your teeth... and pull it down. It’s simple," Titania said, almost playfully. "Of course, no hands allowed."
Myrcella swallowed hard, her throat moving with visible nervousness.
Then, with slow, shaky movent, she leaned forward—her breath warm against my crotch as she tried to locate the zipper.
Her lips found it.
She opened her mouth and bit down gently, tugging carefully, awkwardly, until the zipper ca down.
She didn’t stop there.
She found the button next, and bit down again—tugging at my pants until they slid down enough.
And then... it was free.
My cock sprang out into the air, fully hard, twitching from the sheer buildup.
"Ah...!"
Myrcella gasped as it slapped against her face
. The soft sound echoed slightly in the large room.
Her eyes widened as she stared at it.
It was long, thick, and already aching with need.
She was so beautiful like this... kneeling in front of , flushed red, stunned silent by what she’d just revealed.
And then, Titania slid down from the bed and joined her, kneeling beside her between my legs.
She looked up at , her grin now darker and more intimate.
"Co, Princess Myrcella," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Let’s make Leon feel good together."
"R-Right..."
There was a mont—sothing silent and sothing charged—shared between the two won.
A shared understanding, maybe even a silent bond forming in that heat.
And then... they both leaned in, their tongues extending at once.
Warm, wet, and eager, they started licking at either side of my cock.
It was slow at first, like tasting .
Their movents grew bolder, teasing and flicking, gliding along my shaft as if they were competing... or maybe collaborating.
Either way, the feeling was overwhelming.
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