It is well known that Prince Borgon is not a selfish lover, and that on the contrary he loves to treat his partners with all the care and affection he is capable of, without appearing sappy or boring.
This is especially true when, in the many endless nights at the castle, he happens to share a bed with characters who are not at all used to such a treatment.
Either because they may have never tried it before, or because they may have experienced sex only in its rudest and wildest form.

That night, echoing among the warm red sandstone walls are the soft groans of a brave warrior, a mercenary who has made of war and battles something to get by,
instinctively inclined for combat and command, both on the battlefield and in bed.
But Prince Borgon decided instead to propose an alternative to Gloomy.
A relaxing and pleasant variation that would have helped her to let the stress of her profession slip away, while at the same time getting in return a deep and long pleasure.
The bear was reluctant at first.
Madam claimed to be quite dominant in bed, and that if the dragon thought he could tame her as he would have done with his "courtesans", he could have paid dearly.
Not at all intimidated, the prince therefore suggested a deal: if she wouldn't have liked the treatment received, the two could have devoted themselves to "pastimes" more in line with the bear's tastes.

And so, while the flames of the torches swayed driven by quiet summer breezes, Gloomy was gently stripped of her clothing, and made to sit on a soft triclinium.
Borgon poured a jug full of lukewarm oil over her war-forged shoulders, right down to her loins, and over her toned and plump buttocks.
And then, with an almost unnatural calm, he slowly began to massage her body, without any haste, using time and pressure to loosen every last nerve in tension.
Making sure at the time to touch sensitive areas with his lips, such as ears and nape, whispering words in her ear that Gloomy was certainly not used to receiving:
without falling into vulgar, but licentious enough to turn her on.
Her flower slowly blossomed, tender petals wet with warm dew, on which the prince took care to rub his palm anointed with oil perfumed by essences of wildflowers.
By the time his penis slid with almost no resistance into Gloomy, it was clear that the bear was finding the "princely treatment" to her liking.

And now, with his lingam in her yoni, Prince Borgon was performing what was known as a "three-hands" massage.

New moans of pleasure, soft breaths enliven the castle that night. Dawn is still a few hours away, but Prince Borgon is in no hurry.
His hands slide on Gloomy's smooth and shiny back in sync with the sinuous movements of his pelvis, washing the bear's insides with waves of pleasure.
He would have jokingly waited for her to ask him for more, but if not, Prince Borgon would still have felt extremely pleased to see
the strong mercenary Gloomy indulge in the pleasure of the gentlest and softest of his touches,,,