Peter awoke to the pleasurable feeling of supple lips around his cock. He'd felt it plenty the night before, but if his flavours of the night felt the need to give him an added extra to brighten his morning he wasn't going to complain.

Still, the least the blonde could do if she was going to go down on him was do it right.

He grabbed the back of her head, his eyes still closed as he pushed her down to take more of him.

"Your highness, you're awake?" asked the brunette as she shifted from placing love bites on his muscular chest to his neck then his lips. He reciprocated as he began to jerk his hips upward, fucking the blonde's mouth with a slow savagery.

His hands moved to reciprocate the favour, he may have been a playboy prince, but he'd never let it be known that he left a woman unsatisfied. Even if this was the reputation he'd worked to build, he’d never sour it so spectacularly.

The brunette moaned as his fingers found their way to her centre, and she moved in tandem to them as her lips sought his neck, her breathing becoming ragged and hot as her pleasure increased. The blonde hummed around his shaft as he helped her find pleasure as well, though they were both already dripping thanks to his ministrations the night before. The memory of their night probably enticed them to take the initiative this morning.

The height of their pleasure approached quickly, and as the brunette came undone, the door to the room opened.

The women, too lost in their pleasure, barely noticed. Peter looked over the blonde's rapidly jerking head to see his closest friend and attendant, Lucas, entering with a breakfast tray.

"Morning, your highness," Lucas stated, as if Peter wasn't in the middle of his current intimate relations.

The brunette and the blonde registered the foreign voice and froze. Ready to move and dress to keep some semblance of their modesty. Peter would have none of it. Not before they finished what they started.

"Keep going".

His low, commanding voice held a tone that promised severe punishment should they not adhere to his orders. The women continued cautiously at first, Peter pushing the brunette down towards the blonde. She took the hint, fondling his balls with her hands as she moved put her lips around the base of his cock. The blonde moved off his cock with a pop. Only the joined the brunette in moving up and down the opposite side. Gods their tongues. It was like they were kissing each other with him in the middle.

Though flushed from his arousal, Peter was mightily composed as he continued to converse with Lucas.

"Why are you disturbing me, Lucas? Usually you at least wait until I've finished before you come in," Peter stated, though he didn't sound entirely displeased.

"News from the Palace, Your Highness," Lucas replied, composed despite his attentive smirk towards what the two women were doing to his liege lord, "You've been summoned to court".

Peter chuckled, "Me? To Court?"

Lucas's smirk faded as he raised his eyes to Peter's and continued, "It's the King, Your Highness. He's taken a turn for the worst".

Peter looked contemplative for a moment, the possibilities lighting up his eyes as they searched Lucas's for the whole story. When he found it, he grinned, then pushed the blonde back onto his cock so he could give a final thrust into her mouth, groaning as he finished. She came on his fingers, rolling over in a mess on the large bed as Peter sat up.

"Get out".

He may have been looking at Lucas, but the girls knew he was talking to them. Drunk on their recent orgasms, they stumbled as they collected their clothes, the blonde still wiping his essence from her lips as they scampered out.

Peter rose from the bed, not bothering to dress as he crossed the room to the plate that Lucas had brought in. He took the cloth Lucas offered, wiping his hands and his dick before he sat down to eat.

"Well, and here I thought I'd have to wait longer for the old man to cark it," Peter grinned.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "I feel you have gotten to enjoy this act of yours far too much".

Peter chuckled, offering Lucas a grape. The other man took it and popped it into his mouth.

"The preparations?"

"Already started," Lucas replied, "You're probably the only playboy crown prince in the world with such cooperative siblings".

Peter continued to smile as he stood, tearing a piece of chicken from the cold leg as he moved towards the basin of water to the side, "They know their place. They've always known it".

Lucas nodded in agreement, "And the court?"

"They'll learn quickly," Peter replied. His unspoken 'or else' reverberated in the room.

Lucas hesitated before he spoke, "The majority of the army are still in the East at the River Arnoc. Should I discreetly order your brothers to have the army situate themselves on our other borders?"

Peter paused at the wash basin taking the cloth beside it and swirling it into the water as he thought, "The East? If I am to unite the continent I shall have to take them at some point," Peter stated, "But father has been unsuccessful for three years with our regular tactics…"

Lucas waited for the orders he had no doubt Peter would deliver. Lucas had been a starving child when the boy Prince had picked him up off the street. He owed Peter his life, and his life he would give. The orders came, just as they always did.

"Ask Mistress Helena to compile a report on the Caramort family," said Peter, "I'd like to hear her predictions".

Lucas frowned, "I'll ask her to do her best, but I fear even Mistress Helena can only do so much, after all, the East is not quite as…civilised as our society".

Peter grinned as he turned back to Lucas, "That could certainly make it a worthy foe, don't you think?"