by Lana Hartley
My whole body is trembling, a feverish state of delight taking over my limbs. I flail them from side to side, momentarily losing all control. And still they keep thrusting, their cocks moving in and out of me at that maddening pace. My body is burning, and they’re fanning the flames.
Then, I feel their cocks spasming inside of me—just tenuous twitches of anticipation—and I push through the effort to speak. “Come...all...over me...” I repeat, my voice quivering.
William pulls his cock out of my ass and I roll to the side at once, making Malcolm’s shaft pop out of me. Sitting down on the couch, I’m still trembling as I open my eyes just in time to see Malcolm going up to his feet, both men towering over me with their cocks in their hands. Could there be a sight any more perfect than this? If you’re wondering, the answer is no. “Come for me!” I repeat, urging them on as they start to stroke themselves, their hungry eyes devouring the sight of my naked and spent body.
I can’t help but moan as the first ropes of cum fly out from their cocks and onto me. Their cum hits me straight across the chest, white splatters of it cover both of my tits as I squeeze them. I run my fingers over the curve of my breasts, the palm of my hands brushing against my cum-coated nipples, and while I do it, they keep on gushing their load all over me.
Slightly sliding down on the couch, I position myself so that their cum gushes straight onto my face. I open my mouth, taking as much of it as I can over my tongue, and when I’m brimming with cum I simply swallow, their salty flavor going down my throat as a memento of their desire. The warmness of their juices covering my skin, I keep on rubbing my hands all over my body, smearing myself with their load. It drips down my face, tits, and stomach, and it goes all the way down to between my thighs, covering my already drenched pussy in thick strands. I never take my eyes off of them, too entranced by them to even blink.
“Fuck, you look beautiful,” William says with a smirk; the spasms of his cock dying out against his fingers.
“She does,” Malcolm agrees, his last drops of cum dripping down from the tip of his cock to his closed fist.
“And I taste even better,” I respond, licking the cum off of my lips, my tongue moving in a slow and lewd way. Parting my legs wide, I invite them in, and they go down on their knees at once. As if they shared the same mind, they both lean into me at the same time, their ravenous mouths going straight for my drenched pussy. I lie back against the couch and close my eyes, surrendering to the way they flick their tongues at my folds, scooping the ropes of cum that have dripped down to my pussy.
Sighing heavily, I reach for them and place my hands on their heads. I run my fingers through their hair as I sway my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy against their faces. They only stop when they've licked me dry, and when I look down at them I see both of their mouths brimming with cum. Placing my fingers under their chins, I pull them up into me as my lips curl into a grin. They come willingly, sitting by my side and leaning into me at once.
Our mouths touch at the same time, and we open them immediately. In an instant, they use their tongues to push the cum they hold inside their mouths into mine, and I take it all in hungrily. We kiss in a blind frenzy, cum dripping down our chins as we swap it from mouth to mouth; our tongues lapping against one another amidst the wet mess.
“You were right, Snow,” Malcolm says, his lips glistening as he pulls back.
“Of course I was, we needed to get all our tensions out of our systems.”
“Fuck yes,” William groans, his smile telling me just how emphatic those words are.
I can practically purr with contentment right now. Of course I’m right? How could something so perfectly filthy be wrong?
Derek
“Mr. Stone, we assure you, the Princess isn’t backing down from this fight. She’s in this to the bitter end,” I say into the phone, tightening my fingers around it. If I screw this up there’s not many more people we can turn to. Gladrell left us in a mess of a situation, and now it’s vital we secure the support of someone willing to finance the rebellion.
“This isn’t easy,” the man on the other side of the line, Andrew Stone, responds. “The Queen’s men aren’t making it easy to move money around. And I need some assurances you are who you say,” he continues, and Nicholas just offers me a nod. He’s sitting across from me, listening in to my conversation, and his expression reflects the worry that I’m feeling right now.
“It’s dangerous but we...” I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to tell him what we can do. “We can set up a meeting with the Princess. We’ll send word once we’re ready.”
“I’ll be waiting,” he replies, finishing the call. When his voice is replaced by the steady tone of the line, Nicholas gives me two thumbs up.
“The line was secure,” he tells me with a confident smile. “And it seems that Mr. Stone is willing to go through with this.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like the fact that we’ll have to put Snow at risk. Taking her out of here, at a time like this...it’s too risky.”
“It is,” he agrees. “But it’s a risk we’ll have to take. If we just sit on our asses, soon enough it’ll be too late. We gotta move fast, or else there’s going to be a civil war.”
“I know, I know...” I sigh, closing my eyes for a second. Andrew Stone is one of the wealthiest men in the country, and with his money backing us up...well, it definitely makes things easier. More than that, he’s a personal friend of the King, and he was one of the first men to publicly raise his voice against Moira’s coup. Lucky for us, he figured out pretty quickly that he needed to keep his mouth shut, or else he’d be rotting in a cell right now.
“Well, we gotta tell her. It’s her call,” Nicholas insists, and I open my eyes and look back at him. With a nod, I go up to my feet.
“Let’s do it then,” I say, marching out of the communications room, a knot in my throat. With Nicholas trailing after me, we hurry down the maze of corridors, making our way toward Snow’s chambers. Once there, I stop in front of the massive metal double doors, thick enough to protect anyone inside from the blast of an explosion, and press the button on the intercom.
“Yes?” Comes her voice, and I feel a shiver go up my spine. Jesus, even her voice sounds like perfection.
“We need to talk to you, Snow,” I tell her, my finger still on the intercom. A second later, I hear the giant locks inside the door rattling, and the doors slide open. Stepping inside her chambers with Nicholas behind me, I feel my heart starting to race as I see her; she’s wearing a nightgown, one that hugs her perfect curves so perfectly that my cock starts hardening.
“Did something happen?” she asks us, moving toward us. Pressing a button on the wall, next to her bed, she forces the doors to start closing behind Nicholas and I. As I hear them turn on their hinges, I have to use all of my mental strength to stop my cock from ripping a hole in my pants.
“We managed to contact Andrew Stone,” Nicholas tells her, and I’m glad that he's taking the lead right now. My cock is stealing all blood flow from my brain, and I doubt I’d be able to put together a coherent sentence.
“I’ve heard of him,” she nods, a lock of her silky hair falling from her ear. “He’s always been a good friend of my father.”
“Well, he’s willing to finance us,” I finally manage to say, my heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. Fuck, why did she have to be wearing that nightgown tonight? “But he wants to meet you first. He wants to be sure of our commitment and—"
“I’ll do it,” she replies, cutting me short. Beautiful as ever, the expression on her face is one of determination. For a girl raised inside the walls of the palace, she’s becoming someone as brave as the seven of us.
“It’s going to be dangerous, Snow, and—" Nicholas insists, but she just shakes her head.
“I know. But I’ll have you by my side,” she smiles. “Besides, I don’t want Gladrell to be the reason we fail at this.”
“Yeah, Gladrell,” I sigh, reaching for th
e pocket inside my jacket. I take a folded envelope from the inside and push it into Snow’s hands. “We’ve been going through all of the communications going in and out of the palace, and we caught an email from Gladrell. Apparently, he was the one who convinced Moira to move against your father.”
“But if he was in this from the start...” she whispers, clutching the envelope against her chest. “Why would he help me escape the palace?”
“He wanted to keep you as a bargaining chip, in case Moira backstabbed him,” I tell her. “We didn’t let that happen,” I continue, taking one step toward her and smiling. Unable to help myself, I raise my hand and brush away that lock of hair, tucking it over her ear.
“No, you didn’t,” she whispers, looking from me to Nicholas. “And I’d be lost without you...”
“No...” Nicholas breathes out, closing in on her. “We’d be the ones lost without you.”
“But we’re not lost anymore, are we?” she replies, lowering her voice into a seductive breeze. Grabbing us by our shirts, she then goes on tiptoes and brushes her lips against Nicholas’. Turning to me, she kisses me softly and then smiles. “We’ve found each other...and now I want to do all the things I was never supposed to.”
What can I do? You can’t disobey an order coming straight from the fairest of them all.
Snow
Without taking my eyes off theirs, I place both of my hands on each of their chests, taking a moment to appreciate the way their muscular bodies dwarf my dainty hands Moving slowly, I go down to my knees, my hands sliding down their pectorals and abs leisurely to savor every delicious inch. I let them go down to the hem of their jeans, but I decide against pulling them down right away. I learned something recently; sometimes it’s better to be patient, no matter how urgent everything may seem.
I let my fingers wander down to their cocks and, using only one fingertip on each, I start tracing the contour of the growing shape under their jeans. I go up and down, feeling their long inches pulse against my fingers, and then I just lower the palms of my hands over their cocks. They both exhale sharply as I do it, shafts pulsing harshly, and I start applying pressure.
Looking up at Nicholas, I let a grin take over my lips as I start leaning in. I tilt my head sideways and, parting my lips, I rest them against his thick shape. I use my teeth to gently nibble at it and, the moment I hear his groan of pleasure, I act fast: grabbing at the rough fabric of his jeans, I use both my hands to pull it to the side in opposite directions. The top button resists but, once it pops out, the rest follows quickly, and that probably with the help of his cock.
Nicholas’s cock is tenting up his boxer briefs, straining against the fabric like wild beast seeking freedom. Still, I use just one fingertip to trace the contour of his cock; I do it four, five times, and somehow his cock gets harder. I press my lips against his thick shape, sucking him eagerly over the fabric of his underwear, and he rests both of his hands on the top of my head.
With my fingers hooked on the hem of his boxers, I take my mouth off of his cock and then start lowering his boxer briefs. The moment I see the head of his cock, I tear down the fabric and jettison it down to his ankles with his jeans. He kicks his clothing off in a hurry and, as he does, I go back up to my feet, just long enough to push him back and force him to sit down on a chair in the bedroom. Then I’m down on my knees again, and I remove Derek’s pants and his underwear and stroke his shaft.
Placing my hands on Derek’s knees, I slide them up to his inner thighs, and then grab his shaft with my hands. I close in on him, and he spreads his legs wide so that I can fit right between them. Looking up at him, my eyes on his, I part my lips with my tongue and, as slowly as I can, start leaning into him, ready to devour this flawless man.
I feel Derek tense up the moment my tongue darts to the head of his cock, the warmness of his thick cock spreading to me in a fraction of a second. I run my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it as low as his balls, and then go back to the his head of his cock, circling it with slow seductive movements that are sure to drive him wild. Oh, and they do! I can hear Derek’s breathing growing ragged, his muscular chest rising and falling at a hurried rhythm. The sensual sight of his eyes closing makes me take more of him and suck a little tighter grip than ever before. The sight of him in the throes of lust eggs me on to take him deeper into desire.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he tells me without opening his eyes, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face.
“I’m the Princess...of sucking cock,” I say with a flirty giggle, slowly capturing the head of his cock with my lips and sucking tightly as I can. I don’t go any deeper than I need to; I just focus on the tip of his cock, lapping at it with my tongue and making him go completely insane because I know he wants that perfect suction on the full length of his cok.
I reach out and stroke Nicholas’s cock while I suck Derek’s cock, wanting to have both of them in anyway that I can. Instinct drives me and I’m wild with lust, and I can feel the energy between them driving me higher.
Derek starts tangling his fingers in my hair, and I realize that he won’t be patient for much longer because of how frenzied our passion is. If I keep teasing him he’s going to start fucking my face with his cock and take what he wants. But if he thinks I’m just going to let him take it, he’s in for a surprise. Moving fast, I roll my lips down his shaft, this time going as deep as is humanly possible until my nose is pressed against his taut stomach and I’m swallowing all around him. I let my eyelids flutter shut as I feel that soft skin around the root of his cock, and I hold my position there for a few seconds and suck furiously. After several long seconds then do I make the hike up his shaft, inch by slow inch, devouring every salty stroke of his cock in my mouth and lapping my tongue all around him while I pump up and down.
I stroke faster on Nicholas’s cock now, flicking my wrist to the point it hurts, my fingers flying up and down the length of his shaft. And his groans as I stroke him...God, I need him in my mouth right now.
I take a deep breath as Derek’s cock pops out of my mouth, but not wanting to waste any time, I move to suck on Nicholas’s cock. I don’t want a moment of pleasure to be missed and so I just have to follow instinct.
I just grab his mast with both hands and start stroking him as I roll my lips down, only stopping when they’re pressed against the skin at the base of his cock. Sucking and stroking him at the same time, my hands move so fast they become a blur, and I smile as I feel him pulse steadily against my fingers and tongue. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a smile of surrender in his face—one that tells me he’s giving me free reign over his cock.
Well, that’s the right choice.
Taking one hand off Nicholas, I go back to stroking Derek’s cock.
Still ravaging Nicholas’s shaft with my mouth, I close my eyes and prepare to show him what I can do—all of it. Still grabbing his cock with one hand, I push my mouth down his whole length in one sudden movement, only stopping when I meet the root of his cock once more. That’s when I start bobbing my head; I do it fast and mercilessly, tightening my lips around his shaft as I press against it with my tongue. His groans and sighs tell me that I’m taking exactly the right amount of control and exerting is as perfectly as possible Now, there’ll be no stopping; I’m going to suck him until the very end, whatever it takes because of how much I want this. I want him to come inside my mouth, to have his cum dripping down my chin and—oh, fuck, I’m really losing my mind. It seems that each second I spend with my Seven Freedom Fighters is another step toward my transformation into a sex-crazed savage...and I used to think I got horny. Nothing like what I am with my protectors where I’m driven from breath to breath by a heart-stopping lust.
“Fuck, you are the princess of sucking cock,” Nicholas growls, his hands on my head still feeling the sway of my body.
I cup Derek’s balls, grabbing both of them and massaging them softly with my fingertips. He sighs loudly, and I know that it won�
�t take long for him to be dangling over the edge of pleasure when I slide my mouth over his cock soon. And so I do the only logical thing; I start going even faster on sucking Nicholas’s cock. I go so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up, and even the bones in my jaw feel like they’re burning up. But I don’t let that stop me—oh no, I push through the effort, and I do it with a smile on my lips (or, well, I would do it with a smile if I didn’t have a mast this thick inside my mouth).
The moment I feel his cock twitching over my tongue, I know I’m on the right track. A few seconds more and I know that he’ll be filling up my mouth to the brim. And, to be honest, I can’t wait for that to happen.
When he finally explodes, his warm seed taking over my mouth like a raging river, I gulp down every drop I can and make sure that I let a good amount drip down my chin, too. With Nicholas’s cum all over my face and in my mouth, beads of it cascading down my chin, I turn to the side and take Derek’s cock back into my mouth. I bob my head on his cock, stroking my tongue up and down his shaft, making sure that I worship every inch of him, too. I want to make sure that they both fill my mouth up with cum. I moan at the idea and Derek’s cock starts to twitch in my mouth.
Derek starts to shoot hot jets of cum down my throat, and the taste of Nicholas and Derek mixing together down my throat sends me off the edge of raw desire. I swallow everything I can and pull his cock out of my mouth so that he can finish with a spray onto my tits.
I scoop the pearlescent strands with two fingers, gathering as much as I can before I lick it up, then I stroke both of their cocks. Of course they’re still rock hard, and I’m grateful for their inches I can stroke up and down. I know they’re still going to be fucking me soon. The idea of their huge cocks filling me makes me shiver with anticipation because no matter how much we fuck, I just want more.