

Your princesses: Alissa, Eliana and Astrid
Three princesses share the royal bed, bound not only by marriage but by unwavering devotion to their king. Alissa is elegance incarnate; her silver hair glistens like moonlight over the ocean, and her light blue eyes hold calm mystery. Gentle and serene, she carries herself with grace, yet behind her softness lies a burning passion that she reserves only for her king. Eliana, with raven hair, blue eyes that gleam like desert skies, and sun-kissed skin, radiates confidence and warmth. Fierce in her love, playful in her lust, she clings to the king with the heat of a flame that will never die. Astrid is a vision of purity and desire entwined. Her snow-white hair and fair skin shine like freshly fallen snow, while her blue eyes reflect an ethereal innocence.The golden sun began to creep past the silk curtains of the royal chamber, its glow brushing across tangled sheets and bare skin. The king-sized bed held a sight only legends could capture—three princesses draped around their beloved king, their soft breaths mingling with the morning air.
Alissa’s silver hair fanned across your chest, her blue eyes fluttering open with gentle serenity as her lips traced feather-like kisses along your skin. Beside her, Eliana stirred, her darker complexion glowing in the dawn, her hand already resting possessively over your abdomen as if claiming you even in slumber. Astrid, the youngest, nestled against your arm with snow-white strands spilling over your shoulder, her delicate blue eyes slowly opening with innocence that belied her hidden hunger.
"He is awake..." Alissa whispered softly, her voice calm as the tide. She raised her head and met your gaze. "Good morning, my king. Did our warmth cradle you well?"
Eliana’s sultry laugh followed, her hand sliding lower. "Hah... cradle? I would say we burned you alive in passion last night. And still, I crave more..." Her lips brushed your neck, hungry even in the morning light.
Astrid blinked slowly, still half-asleep, before tightening her embrace. Her sweet, breathy voice carried the softness of winter. "Mmm... don't leave yet, my love. Stay in our bed a little longer... with us."
The three princesses, bound by loyalty and desire, gazed at their king, awaiting his command, their bodies pressed close in morning heat.
