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“I humbly ask for the Queen’s favor.”
The scream of cicadas was drowned out by the cries of the crowd that had gathered to watch the jousting. Peasants, nobles and foreign dignitaries all called their support for the gift. Summer air was thick and wine ran freely. The good King Sonic wouldn’t dare to bring down the jubilant mood of the festival by giving into jealousy, he was well above that kind of thing. The easy smile on his lips however didn’t quite reach his eyes as he watched his wife rise from her seat.
Expectantly Sir Shadow sat upon his black stallion, the tip of his lance held up to the railing of the royal viewing platform. Behind his visor his gaze flickered between two royals. His King lounged in his seat, cheek rested lazily on his fist but Shadow had served him long enough to tell he wasn’t pleased with his knight’s request. It didn’t fill him with fear like it would a lesser knight. No, Shadow anticipated his liege’s displeasure; hoped in the days to come he’d be invited to a particularly vicious sparring match. It was the only way he could lay his hands on the other man.
And, oh, the queen. She was a vision; the fabric of her lavender dress was flowing and feather light for the weather. The belt around her waist, carefully forged from strands of gold, caught the sun and sent it flickering all around her in a spotted halo. A mischievous gleam in her green eyes sent his heart battering against the back of his breastplate. She leaned over the railing and carefully slipped her favor, a wreath of pink roses, over his lance. It quickly descended down to his wrist, a few petals flying up toward his muzzle and imparted some of their gentle scent to him. Shadow recognized the smell of her perfume.
“Ride well my good knight.” With her well wishes Shadow rode off to take his position and she returned to her seat. For the whole walk Amy locked eyes with her husband. He met her gaze evenly.
“People are going to start talking, my love.” Sonic spoke quietly despite the raucous drone of the crowd making it impossible for anyone else to hear him.
“Like they already talk about you?” She inquired, all too delighted in her husband’s grumbling.
“Rumors…” Sonic sat up straight as the trumpet sounded.
Hooves churned up loose dirt as the two knights charged toward one another. The King had nothing but confidence in his best knight however it was always a sight to see him at work. Shadow was singularly focused on his opponent, confidently dropping his lance as they drew closer. Sonic’s breath hitched when they made impact. Shadow jerked backwards, his opponent’s lance glancing off his shoulder. The opponent was jostled as well, had Shadow not been hit his lance would have landed in the center of their chest but as it was his lance only glided off their ribs, nearly knocking them off the side of their horse.
Shadow’s stallion chuffed, ears pinned as it was directed back to the starting point. His helm hid his ears but Shadow’s quills splayed around the edges, hackles rising. This was Sonic’s favorite part, when his knight had a taste of blood and thirsted for more. Nearly every person present had only seen this version of the knight's bloodlust, dulled for sport but Sonic all too clearly remembered the righteous fury he was capable of.
The trumpet cried again and the knights tilted. The round only took seconds, Shadow leaned sideways in his saddle to avoid his opponents attack as he landed his in their chest. The center of Shadow’s lance splintered under a knight’s full weight as it pushed the other off the back of their horse. Heavy metal thudded to the ground and the crowd erupted into cheers.
Shadow circled around the jousting fence and dismounted his stallion to offer the other knight his hand. Metal clacked together and Shadow pulled them to their feet. Once assured that his opponent could walk he turned his eyes to his king. Sonic was on his feet, eagerly exchanging coin with an advisor who had made the bold but ill begotten choice to bet against Shadow. No matter how annoyed Sonic might be with Shadow he was still pleased with his performance and that satisfied the knight.
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It was hardly two days after the festival when Sonic dragged his knight out into the forest. Boar hunting had been Sonic’s excuse but there were no boar in the forest they rode to. There was however the ruins of an old guard tower; grass was slowly reclaiming the sandy training field that took up a third of the clearing. Sonic had no intention of rebuilding the thing, its placement no longer useful to the kingdom. Only useful to them for its privacy.
“Have I done something to offend?” Shadow inquired. He knew exactly what he’d done but he wanted to hear Sonic say it. They only came out here when they wanted to spar in a way that could get Shadow accused of treason.
“I believe you’ve been taking some liberties with my wife.” That was something that could also get him accused of treason. Shadow scuffed the ground with the toe of his boot. Neither men wore armor and though the swords they wielded were metal they had been blunted. The two had already learned that not every slicing wound could be explained away by an exuberant hunt.
“I only offer my chivalry sire.” Shadow replied. His king scoffed and lifted his sword. A flash of blue was the only warning the knight was given before Sonic was upon him. Reflexively Shadow swung his arm, deflecting Sonic’s sword before bringing his back up to block the following attack. Sonic glowered at him from between their blades, his grin sharp.
“I’m not as oblivious as you think, I’ve noticed the gifts,” Shadow’s skin prickled at his king’s words. Many a rose had passed from his lingering fingers to the queen’s. He faltered and Sonic pushed him back. “Or were you just offering her your ‘favor’?”
Shadow stumbled backward, blocking several more hits before he found his footing. Their swords clash and with a finessed twist of his wrist he tore Sonic’s sword out of his grip. With a snarl Sonic launched himself at his knight. The two toppled to the ground, Shadow’s sword flew from his hand. Several minutes of grappling passed before ultimately Shadow pinned his king to the sand.
“I would never betray your trust that way, have I not been the most loyal of your table?” Shadow knew it was an unfair question. Especially knowing that his feelings towed the line of chivalry. Sonic glared up at him even as he went limp in Shadow’s grasp.
“You have been more than that…” Sonic smirked after a moment. “I suppose I’m just jealous that you're always vying for her favor and not mine.”
The cupid’s arrow lodged in Shadow’s chest throbbed. If tradition allowed it he would ask for both their favor; their favor and so much more.
Suddenly he was on his back. Sonic loomed over him with a self satisfied grin. His knees pressed into the sides of Shadow’s hips.
“You're too easy my Nightshade.” The pet name lodged itself shamefully in Shadow’s belly. Sonic dragged himself to his feet and Shadow could feel his shirt be pinched under his king's boot. An unflattering seriousness settled on Sonic's face. “I care for you deeply, please be mindful of your actions with the queen.”
“Of course, sire.” Sonic grinned at his breathless submission.
“Good.”
-
It wasn’t a week later that Shadow found himself alone in the garden with Queen Amy. Tall hedges concealing them from prying eyes. Her Majesty had requested he accompany her on a walk, an unseasonably cool summer day finally making it tolerable to be outside.
The king's words echoed in the back of his skull as he admired her. Her deep green gown contrasted her pink fur, making her look like a rose in the garden.
Amy stepped too confidently into a damaged part of the stone path, lodging her heel into a crack in the rock. Before panic could grasp her Shadow was there to catch her, an armored hand curled around her waist. Her hands splayed across the hard surface of his chestplate, the metal warmed by the sun.
“Are you alright, your Highness?” He asked. Voice pitched with more worry than the moment called for.
“Yes, thank you Sir Shadow.” Amy didn't let go until he did. A soft smile pulled at her lips as he kneeled in front of her. The sight was always a pleasant one.
After pulling her shoe from the crevice he deftly undid the strap that should have been around her ankle but had been tugged down to her heel. It was quick work, slipping the shoe back onto her slender foot and redoing the clasp. Before he could stand a delicate finger slid under his chin. Amy tilted his head back to look up, her other hand tipped back his visor.
“Your Highness?” Shadow breathed. Her thumb drew across his chin, just below his lip.
“Does my brave knight not deserve a reward after such a daring rescue?” Amy asked and Shadow was ashamed at how his tail wagged in response to the praise. It was all the permission the queen needed and with a giggle she pressed her lips to his. The knight gasped softly, his whole body lighting like a candle. The barest yet least ladylike brush of tongue slipped into his mouth then was gone.
Pleased with herself Amy stood tall and continued down the path, leaving Shadow on his knees.
“I would like to see the fountain before sunhigh” She called behind herself and he stumbled to his feet.
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The tension and guilt only built from that day. Torn between his loves, loyalty and duty; Shadow frequently found himself on the verge of insanity. Amy was no assistance, stealing kisses in more dangerous places. The courtyard, the halls, the library. It was a betrayal not only to their country but to Sonic, his friend, his love as dear as the queen. Yet he couldn’t deny her.
Until the night they pushed too far.
“We can’t do this.” Shadow pushed Amy away from him.
He had been assigned to guard the queen’s chamber that night. It was no more than half an hour into his vigil before the door cracked open and he was beckoned inside. It was improper. As a knight of the table he knew that too well but he followed his temptation. Amy had fully removed his helmet to expose his face to her, dropping it to the floor and kissing him. No amount of guilt could have stopped Shadow from kissing her back. It wasn’t until the first lick of arousal seared through his body that he awoke from his trance.
Despite the rejection Amy clung to him. Her short, blunt nails dug caught in the crevices of his armor.
“Do you deny the purity of our love?” She asked, green eyes seeking ruby. Careful of his gauntlets Shadow cupped her cheek in his palm. He wasn’t sure if the warmth he felt actually came from her delicate skin or his imagination.
“Never… but I cannot promise the purity of my thoughts.” Shadow swore he could feel her cheek burn.
“Gaia would not judge us…” She buried her face into his hand. His heart broke and he wished he believed as heartily in the power of love.
“But the judgement of men would see us in graves… what of your husband?” The question struck her silent and Shadow felt cruel for asking. But it was better to be cruel now then risk her life. A trepidation shined in her eyes when she met his gaze again.
“My love for Sonic and my love for you are two halves of the same path… I would be lost without either and my stride does not falter.” The confession felt somehow more dangerous than to simply disregard their lord. It would be easier to deride the king as some unsatisfactory lover in need of replacing. To love them both invited a new kind of chaos.
And her words forced Shadow to face that he walked a similar path.
This time he kissed her. The softest whimper passed from her lips to his when he pulled her closer by her lower back. She pulled her hands away from his chest to pull at his gauntlets, with his help they clattered loudly to the floor. His bare palms grabbed her waist, the heat searing through her dress.
Though she played the part well Amy was no gentlewoman. Had married Sonic before the war against the wrongful king and had served beside him all the while. She had tended wounds and was familiar with the straps hidden within armor. Even still it took some work to loosen Shadow’s chestplate.
Just as Shadow’s white chest fur was exposed to the night air the door swung open.
“What is this?”
In the doorway stood their king. The panic he had entered with melted to pain as he looked at his wife and most loyal knight.
“The door was ajar and Shadow was not outside, I thought…” Sonic’s voice was lost, distant. He looked close to fainting.
“Sonic…” Amy didn’t fully pull away from Shadow; the knight was frozen in shame. Her soft voice snapped Sonic out of his torpor, his muzzle curling into a snarl. The door slammed shut behind him.
“Do you know what would have happened if anyone else had found you?” He growled, stepping toward them. “They would have demanded your lives for treason!”
Amy didn’t shrink away from her husband’s rage but Shadow still stepped forward, placing himself between them. Despite the shame he’d helped bring upon himself and the queen he couldn’t stop himself. An execution was exactly what he deserved by the law of mobians and Gaia but he wouldn’t allow it to befall his queen. Even if it meant going against his king.
“You stand against me?” Sonic’s voice croaked, the tears in his eyes threatened to fall.
“I stand in love of Amy,” Shadow's deep voice rumbled. “The same love I have for you.”
Sonic sucked in a breath, looking away from them. No matter how thoroughly Shadow had tried to convince himself that the other man could never return his feelings, the rejection still cut like a blade. It was Amy’s turn to stand in front of her knight and shorten what little distance laid between them and the king.
“I’m sorry Sonic, I should have told you when my heart wandered. I still love you dearly and-” Her throat clicked, dry as sand, as she bowed her head. “And I hope you love us enough to show mercy.”
She didn’t try to defend her actions or plead that this was the farthest they had ever trespassed. It didn’t matter, no judge would believe her and she didn’t expect Sonic to. The most she could dare to hope for was for them to be exiled with their lives. Sonic’s gaze snapped back to her face. Tears had fallen, darkening the fur on his cheeks. He lifted a trembling hand to point at the door.
“They would demand your heads,” The mighty king sniffed back a sob, letting his hand drop to his side. “I could never fulfill it… I will keep your secret-”
“My love, you don’t listen!” With one hand Amy pulled Shadow along behind her and with the other she reached out to her husband. Sonic didn’t resist when she clasped her fingers around his palm. Distraught he looked between them; his knight sheepish and shamed while his wife’s green eyes burned with a passion.
“ We love you.” The emphasis she used brought him back to the moment and Sonic caught crimson eyes. In the areas around Shadow’s snout and inner ears, where his fur was thinnest, Sonic could see how his skin burned. Amy brought the men’s hands together until the backs of them were pressed together between her palms.
“My Nightshade?” Sonic asked and Shadow’s quills trembled.
“She speaks only the truth, my liege.” His rumbled soft as distant thunder. Standing so close together Sonic could feel the warmth of their bodies, smell the perfume of their fur. A tantalizing flower field of lavender and roses.
Deftly Amy maneuvered herself behind her king, leaving Sonic with an uninterrupted view of Shadow’s bare chest as she pressed up against his back. The men’s fingertips lingered together, interweaving when Amy’s palms grasped Sonic’s sides and his body jumped. Her breath ghosted over his shoulder, the thin fabric of his shirt brittle armor against her body heat. Sonic could feel his flesh burn from his ears to his collarbone.
“Let us show you, let us love you my dear.” Amy’s fingers slotted into the valleys between his ribs, thumbs caressing his sides. The next exhale of air shuddered out of the king as his eyes fell closed.
“If this is a deception I will not survive, my love.” Amy’s hands tightened at his sides and fresh guilt flickered in Shadow’s eyes. The knight stepped forward, bringing him and Sonic chest to chest. Wrapped so tightly in their presence Sonic trembled.
“No deceptions, no lies. We offer you nothing but our love.” Shadow promised, impassioned. He tore the gloves from his hands; Sonic’s breathing hitched when he felt a bare paw pad cushion his cheek. Shadow only looked away from Sonic’s face to meet Amy’s gaze, seeking permission. The queen gave it easily with a slow, loving blink of her vibrant green eyes.
Shadow’s own breath quickened, tongue wetting his lips before pressing them to Sonic’s. The king's gloved hands flew out to grab handfuls of thick, black fur. A purr rumbled through Shadow’s chest when lips parted to invite him further. The inside of Sonic's mouth tasted sharp and bright like citrus. Shadow’s free hand sunk into blue quills, pulling him deeper.
“You're beautiful my love.” Amy cooed in her husband’s ear. Familiar hands slid down his chest to find the hem of his sleep shirt. Underneath his fur was soft on her bare fingers, dull claws sunk down to his skin as she trailed them back up to his chest.
A whimper was muffled on Shadow’s tongue when her hands groped his chest, finding enough fat to cup and squeeze. Sharp, white teeth nipped the king's ear and the giggle that followed made him shiver. Sonic knew that sound, a harbinger as certain as a banshee cry. Did his knight know its call?
Finally Sonic opened his eyes to meet Shadow’s, breaking the kiss to breath. Crimson blazed a fiery ring around blown pupils. They focused purely on him and butterflies fluttered in his chest at the realization that his knight didn't.
“Good knight, help me derobe your king.” Amy commanded and Shadow didn't hesitate.
“I can undress-” Sonic tried to protest as hand descended on his shirt and the ties of his pants.
“Let us take care of you, my liege.” Shadow spoke out of turn but it had the desired effect. Sonic’s will turned to putty. If not for the two bodies pressing against him his knees would have buckled.
Shadow helped pull his shirt over his head while Amy untied his pants, pushing them off his hips. Left entirely bare there was nothing to hide his arousal. Mound bulging with pink flesh starting to peek out the slit. Shadow showed his appreciation with a needy growl that sent fire through his lovers.
“Sir Shadow,” Amy called for the knight's attention. “I believe love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling, don't you agree?”
Sonic’s eyes could only widen when Shadow dropped down in front of him. He offered nothing to the queen’s banter instead busying himself with getting the king's cock in his mouth. Amy at his back kept Sonic standing as a hot, velvet tongue lathed over his mound. The pressure opened his slit before allowing the edges to come back together sticky.
“He's a vision, isn't he dear?” Amy asked, chin hooked over Sonic’s shoulder to watch the knight work. Her claws dug into his hips when she didn't get an answer.
“Y-yes… yes, he is.” Sonic forced himself to find his voice. His toes curled when his words drew a pleased hum from the knight, vibrations ringing throughout his pelvis.
Finally his cock slipped out of his pouch and was eagerly welcomed by Shadow’s waiting mouth. Tongue curled around the vein that charted the underside of his length as Shadow sunk down to the root. For a moment he sat there, eyes half lidded as he enjoyed the weight in his mouth. Then he pulled his head back, bringing a gasp out of Sonic with him.
Pink fingers teased Sonic’s lips and obediently he parted them. Amy slid two of her digits along his tongue, gathering saliva between them until they were thoroughly wet. Her clean hand kneaded his hip. A moan followed her fingers when she pulled them out of his mouth. The spit was still warm when she reached under his tail and smeared it over his hole. His entire body jerked, hips thrusting into Shadow’s face. The knight whimpered and gagged, Sonic’s cock spearing the back of his throat.
Teary rubies looked up at him and Sonic’s apology died on his tongue.
“Amy!” Sonic managed to wheeze.
“Would you prefer it the other way around, I’m sure he’d be amenable.” She inquired, cheek mushed comfortably in the crook of his neck and shoulder. He answered by rolling his hips back into her fingers; Shadow’s mouth chased his cock. Amy turned her head to string kisses along Sonic's neck.
The immediate invasion of her fingers wasn’t a foreign feeling, his body welcomed the stretch readily. Amy matched the thrust of her fingers with the retreat of Shadow’s throat, swaying Sonic’s hips between the two pleasures. The king’s whines keened higher and higher until he frantically fought for his voice.
“My love! I’m so close-” He warned and whimpered when Amy pulled her skilled hand away from his ass.
“Shadow pull off of him.” She directed and Sonic almost sobbed when Shadow took away his delicious mouth. The air in the room was a frozen hell compared to the luxurious heat of the knight’s throat. Amy binded him to sanity by directing him to her bed.
The king sunk into the plush, rose embroidered quilt. Far too many pillows were stacked at the head of the bed but Sonic was thankful for the support, inclined just enough on his back to watch his lovers’ approach. On Amy’s order Shadow undid the ties on the back of her dress letting it slide off her shoulders. The gown fell into a silken puddle around Amy’s feet, she stepped out of it toward the bed. So enraptured with her that Sonic almost missed Shadow discarding his pants. It was a quick maneuver, thumb hooking in the hem and shoving them down. Sonic inhaled sharply when he had a clear view of the other’s cock.
Though he played ignorant with anyone who tried to raise concern with him, Sonic knew Shadow wasn’t entirely mobian. The ridges along his deep red length were the first bit of proof he couldn’t play ignorant to. Regardless he yearned for it. Yearned for everything his Nightshade could give him.
Amy was the first to follow him into bed. Pink fur, soft as rose petals, pressed up against his side and he found himself entirely enraptured as she guided him into a kiss. Distantly he could hear Shadow rummage for something in the nightstand. An insistent tongue distracted him from the bed dipping under a third person’s weight. Amy’s breasts were squeezed between their chests while one of her deceptively delicate looking hands grabbed his knee. She hitched his leg over her hip, spreading him wide for the warm body sliding between his knees.
Her giggle echoed down the king’s throat. Sonic struggled to think as a new hand pushed his other knee further, his skull filling up with wool. Warm, wet fingers, much larger than his wife’s, prodded his hole. Shadow didn’t tease like Amy would, careful but more interested in getting Sonic open. Desperate whining sang from Sonic’s chest when two fingers pressed rudely inside him.
“Be still my love.” Amy purred against his panting lips. Sonic tried, the hand he didn’t have wrapped around her was clawing at the blanket. It was somehow more tortuous when Shadow pulled away his fingers. The king didn't have to suffer long before something sweeter pressed against his hole.
Amy kept a hand on Shadow’s waist, setting the pace as the knight sunk himself into her husband. Her fingers tightened in his black fur, a silent command to stay put before she let him go.
Sonic’s eyes had fallen closed once again. Fully engulfed in the feeling of being full. Like a hot weight had been placed in his belly, a searing brand he desperately needed to feel move. Large hands held onto his hips, claws digging into his fur. Shadow clearly experiencing a similar struggle.
“Guh!” Sonic choked on nothing when a third hand wrapped around his cock. Green eyes flew open to find his wife kneeling beside him, her own gaze glinting mischievously. Struck dumb with pleasure he could do nothing but watch as she straddled his waist, Shadow moving his hands to make room for her. Holding his cock with one hand she sunk down, enveloping him in her warmth.
Sonic clawed at the mattress. The vision before him driving to the brink of his sanity.
Amy perched in his lap, bare body aglow in gentle candle light like an angel. Her fingers weaved through the fur of his belly as she savored the feeling of him inside her, watching his face through half lidded eyes. Behind her, matching his namesake, Shadow’s powerful body framed the queen in ebony. Intense crimson eyes reflected a light of their own, staring Sonic down with a single minded desire. Slowly a red and black hand slithered from the darkness, stark against her pale cream belly to ascend her body and take her breast in his palm.
A squeeze and Amy’s hips twitched, a minute movement that flooded lava through Sonic’s veins. He tried to move his own hips, desperate for anything but their combined weight kept him pinned.
“So impatient…” Amy hummed, petting his fur. The nipping kisses at her neck told her the men were equally eager. Claws pressed dangerously into the soft flesh of her breast, dull edges drawing over her nipple. Her own hand intervened, weaving between his fingers before she could lose herself to the pleasure.
“Move.” She ordered.
Shadow huffed like a bull and his hips pulled back. A gasp chorused the knight’s breathing, Sonic left suddenly empty and colder. Then Shadow pushed forward, the power rocking Sonic’s hips up into Amy’s. His fingers tightened around hers trying to pull Amy closer to his chest, serving to drag her downward with every forward thrust. Eyes green as the fields in summer went wide, the queen robbed of her words. From down her panting snout she met desperate, shimmering emeralds. With her free hand she reached out to her husband, he reached back and intertwined their fingers.
“I love you.” Sonic’s voice croaked and rasped. He wasn’t sure where he found the will to speak. Every thrust that filled him drove him deep into Amy’s warmth and pleasure crashed over him in unstoppable waves.
“I love you!” Amy sang in return. Songbirds calling to each other.
Shadow’s head bowed, dropping between pink shoulders. Even now, entangled with them, the depth of their love was intimidating. Every year they had spent together before him was a distance he could never catch up to. A barrier that he thought would always stand between them. His eyes squeezed shut to focus on the pleasure that he could give and the way it barreled back into him.
Fingers found his knee, grabbing his skin and slipping behind the bend of it. Shadow looked down to see a bright blue hand clinging to him.
“My Nightshade?” His king called. Shadow lifted his snout over Amy’s shoulder to look him in the eyes. His hips stuttered, his king was a vision. Azure quills splayed out across the plush quilts as he looked up at him with watery eyes, glassy from pleasure. The tip of his pink tongue sat just inside of his lower lip as he panted. His fingers squeezed Shadow’s knee.
“I love you my lord.” Shadow’s voice rumbled. A roll of thunder that delighted Sonic who rewarded his knight with a smitten grin.
“Oh Shadow…” Sonic sighed before his eyes rolled back. The king’s head fell back into the sheets, desperately clinging to his lovers.
Shadow released Amy’s chest, allowing her to jostle more freely with his thrusts, and reached between her thighs. Her clit was swollen, damp and throbbing with its own pulse. He followed it from the root to the sensitive tip, pressing it down. Amy spat a curse like a soldier. The pressure from above pressed her clit closer to the friction of Sonic’s cock sliding in and out. Shadow pulled his hand back, Amy whining at the loss before groaning when it returned. The knight tried to match his petting with his thrusts, driven by the keening cries he was rewarded.
Amy’s hips rolled, chasing strong fingers and pulling a groan out of her husband. Sonic anchored his feet to the bed the best he could and drove himself upward. Their combined movements grew sloppier. Shadow growled softly, gritting his teeth to subdue the fire blazing in his belly.
The king was the first to succumb. He cried out their names as his body writhed. Slickness stuck to the tips of Shadow’s fingers every time they passed below Amy’s clit to where she was connected to her husband. Sonic’s spend adding to the glide.
“Keep going.” Sonic pleaded, teary eyes betraying the intensity of his feelings. Shadow leaned forward bending him and Amy over Sonic’s chest. Amy dropped down, locking lips with the other hedgehog. The new found force Shadow laid into his thrusts rocked them both.
“Ah, Shadow.” Amy moaned into Sonic’s mouth. Any offense the king possibly felt was buried under his overstimulated whine. Her tail trembled against Shadow’s belly as she came, body milking her husband for all the king was worth. Shadow gentled his movements, seeking Sonic’s gaze.
“I can stop.” He offered, his chest heaving with every breath.
“No, no, I want all of you.” Sonic panted. Shadow jerked his head in a half attempted nod before picking up speed once more, chasing his own pleasure. A blue hand reached up and grabbed a handful of black quills. Shadow was yanked down into a kiss with his king. He tasted Amy on the other man’s lips, the faintest hint of rose and his tongue dived deeper for more. Amy turned her head to join in, kissing and licking into their mouths as they made space for her.
“Our sweet knight.” Amy breathed, Sonic made some delicious sound of agreement and like a honeypot tipped too far Shadow reached his peak. Smooth and heavy it rolled through his body and he buried himself as deeply in his king as he could. Fresh heat smeared along his cock as he continued to move, dripping out between the two of them.
The three of them panted together in a dazed harmony. Bodies squished into one another, leaving no space where they weren’t touching. Eventually Shadow broke himself away; moss begrudgingly pulling itself off stone. Fingers held him like a leash and he could go no further than Sonic’s side. Amy remained on top of her husband, back cold without their lover on top of her. She nuzzled into Sonic’s neck while he stared blindly into the bed’s canopy.
He could feel his cum sliding between his thighs to mix with Shadow’s. Sonic tilted his head to look at the other man. The black hedgehog’s crimson eyes half lidded with exhaustion, quills an absolute mess. In no state to leave the queen’s bedroom, there would be questions and accusations if anyone saw him. He’d have to stay the night; hopefully the rest of their lives.
“You’re beautiful.” There were not enough thoughts in Sonic’s skull to stop the words. Shadow became more alert, focusing on him. A man of action Shadow somehow found the energy to prop himself up and kiss him. Pressed between his two loves Sonic knew one thing for certain.
Gaia would not judge them.