Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

  For some reason, the statement makes me tingle and blush all at the same time. I reach behind me to grab his hip.

  “Fuck me harder!”

  Still holding me in place, Malcolm obliges me, and Tyler follows soon after. I moan with each thrust, the sensation of being filled magnified by the increasing roughness. I can tell that the mounting pleasure in my body is going to take up the last of my strength. I press my head against Tyler’s chest and he puts his hand against the back of my head, holding me close as I tremble.

  “Are you ready, Snow?” I hear Malcolm say from behind me.

  “Yes! I’m going to cum. Please fill me up!” I say nodding my head against Tyler’s body.

  They both fuck me even harder than before. Malcolm is the first to cum. I can feel his cock throbbing and the heat of his cum inside my ass. A few thrusts later, Tyler comes inside my pussy, his hand gripping my hair and holding me tight as he growls. The rough thrusts that finish Tyler also send me over the edge, my whole body lighting up. My body tenses between them as I cum one last time, my fingers raking Tyler’s back.

  As all three of us begin to relax against the bed, sighing and catching out breath, I hear a tearing of fabric. My head lifts quickly as I try to locate the source of the sound. Lucien as torn down one of the sheer curtains from the bed frame and is tearing it into thin strips. Tyler and Malcolm sit up as well. When they see what Lucien as done, they look at each other and smile. Tyler moves off of the bed to take one of the strips that Lucien is distributing. I don’t particularly mind the destruction, I had no love for the woman or her gaudy taste. I just stare at him for a minute, trying to figure out exactly what they’re trying to do. Malcolm lifts me up and moves me, sitting me down in the center of the bed. When Tyler winds the strip of fabric around my wrists, tying my hands with palms together, I realize exactly what they’re doing. Next, Richard brings another strip to me.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I part my lips for him, looking up at his face as he ties a knot in the fabric and gags me with it. Nicholas comes right after him, tying another piece over my eyes. My heartbeat quickens as my sight is cut off. I listen closely. I hear the soft creak of the bed and whispers of fabric. A pair of hands lifts me up by the hips until I am on my knees, and then deft hands wind a twisted rope of fabric over my hips and between my legs, a large knot pressing against my clit.

  One more set of hands wraps around me, winding fabric around my thighs and tying them together tightly, holding me still and helpless in the center of the bed. The helpless feeling triggers a vivid memory of the seven of them circled around me, our first time together. Now we repeat the ritual, but instead of claiming each other, we’re claiming this bed, this palace, and this kingdom. I smile against the gag as a thrill runs through my body. I feel the bed shift under me as someone stands in front of me. I feel a cock bump against my cheek.

  “Alright, beautiful,” I hear Derek’s voice say in my ear from behind, “You know exactly what to do.”

  My hands wrap around the cock, stroking it slowly as I moan through the gag. I don’t have to see them this time to know who I am touching. I’ve learned their bodies, their scents, and their cocks as intimately as I know myself. The first is Lucien, his scent filling my nose. He plays with my hair lovingly as I stroke him. As he gets close, he holds my face in place, soaking the gag with his cum. As it fills my mouth, far more of it escapes this time as I have to drink it around the gag, running down the front of my body and my thighs. He drops to his knees and licks the cum from my lips before planting a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

  Lucien moves away and another body presents itself to me. They move around me like clockwork as they take turns saturating me in cum, and I explore each of them with my senses. I feel Richard’s rough hands on my face. Tyler’s laugh fills my ears as he teases me with his unseen cock, making my pussy ache against the cruel knot between my legs. Derek rubs his always eager cock against my lips as I stroke him, almost drowning me as his cum soaks through the gag. Nicholas holds my hands in his own as he thrusts his cock against my palms, and unexpectedly intimate moment that makes me blush. Malcolm tugs the gag away from my lips just enough so that he can hear me moan. Finally, my arms aching and my pussy soaking all the way through the strip of fabric, William pushes me onto my back, straddling my body and splashing his cum directly onto my tits.

  As William gets up and moves away, I wait for someone to begin untying me. When no one moves, I lift my wrists into the air, a clear sign that I am waiting for release.

  “It’s your turn, Snow,” Lucien says to me.

  I scowl under the blindfold. How the fuck am I supposed to get myself off when I’m wound tighter than a spring? I wave my wrists in the air, growling in frustration through the gag.

  “You’ll find a way, my love. We believe in you.”

  As it dawns on me that they have every intention of watching me struggle to relieve myself of this desperate need, I could scream. I feel the bed move as they all settle in around me. Knowing that they won’t show me any mercy, I try to rub my thighs together, but they are bound too tightly. I whimper softly at the cruelty of it, and my pussy throbs even harder. Somehow, I’m more turned on than ever, knowing that they are watching me, completely helpless and horny. My frustration at the little game turns into thrill. I think for a moment, and then flatten my hands together and slip them between my thighs, pressing them up against the knotted fabric. The pressure against my clit sends a little shiver up my spine. The indirect stimulation won’t get me off in a hurry, but I find that the heat in my body builds up agonizingly slowly into an inferno. I moan against the gag and arch my back against the bed, finding a good rhythm with my hands that brings me closer and closer to the edge. For what seems like an eternity, I hang on the cusp of coming, not quite able to finish. Just as I think I am going to die from frustration, I hear a voice.

  “Fuck,” Derek whispers. The awe laced with desire in his voice is all the inspiration I need. Reminded that the men I love are enraptured by my every movement, I rock my hands against my bindings hard and fast as beautiful waves of pleasure shake my entire body. I pant against my gag as it rolls through me. As the last tingles of electricity ebb, I fall limp against the bed, lost in a sightless world of exhaustion and bliss.

  Hands begin to untie my body as I lay there, making no move to fight or help. The blindfold is the last to be removed, and I blink in the light as my eyes adjust. I sit up and look down at my body, covered in the red stripes left behind my the impromptu restraints. My fingers caress one of the impressions that runs around my thigh. I look up at my lovers with a grin.

  “Fuck you. Fuck every single one of you.”

  Tyler leans forward and puts his hand on my shoulder.

  “Snow, I have some bad news.”

  I blink at him, put off-guard.

  “This blanket is destroyed.”

  I look around me at the state of the bed. The blanket is completely covered with stripes and puddles of sticky fluids, most of which have soaks all the way in. I swipe of my fingers over the blanket, collecting a little bit of cum on my fingertip and lick it off. The blanket is even more drenched than I am.

  “Good.”

  Snow

  “Queen!” Derek calls me from inside the room. “The Council demands your presence!” He continues, and I find a smile creeping up to my lips. Hugging myself tightly against the night’s cool breeze, I glance one last time at the capital, its orange lights like candles glowing in the distance, spilling onto the roads and highways and turning them into a brightly lit cobweb. I’ve travelled all over the world, but I’ve never found a sight as beautiful as this one. Maybe it’s because this is the one place I can call home.

  “Queen! The Council can’t wait!” Derek calls me again, and I finally turn on my heels and head back in, turning my back to the large balcony. The room is covered in shadows, but I can still make out the
outline of the large bed I ordered. It’s so massive I had to move my chambers to one of the largest rooms in the palace, but it was more than worth it.

  “And what does the Council want with me?” I purr, slowly walking to the edge of the bed. Taking my hands to my shoulders, I grab the large shirt I’m wearing — one of Tyler’s — and let it slide down my body and onto the floor, the fabric caressing my naked skin on the way down.

  “The Council wanted you to take that shirt off, but I guess that’s an item we can cross off,” Malcolm laughs gently, sitting up on the bed. Even though the room is draped in shadows, I can still feel their gaze tracing the lines of my silhouette, the heat of their bodies calling to me.

  “And what else?” I continue, placing one knee on top of the bed and climbing up on the mattress. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but even this mattress had to be order made — and it’s cost was prohibitive. It’s a good thing I’m the Queen.

  “What else?” William joins in, kicking the sheets back to reveal all of their naked bodies. The seven of them are lying in bed right now, the shadows and the moonlight working together to turn their figures into something out of a fairy-tale. “Maybe the Council wants you for...everything.”

  “Everything? But that’s gonna take all night,” I chuckle, nestling myself between Lucien and Richard, running my hands from their chest to the wall of muscle covering their stomachs, the rugged contour of their abs making a shiver go up my spine.

  “The Council will work through the night if needed be,” Nicholas laughs, reaching for me and resting one hand atop my right breast, gentle squeezing it as my nipple hardens against the palm of his hand.

  “Ah, the Council,” I giggle, feeling just like a little girl, “I’m the Queen, why does the Council makes me work this hard?”

  “Because the Council is in love with you,” Lucien whispers into my ear, softly nibbling at it. I close my eyes as he says it, my eyelids drooping by instinct, and I let an heavy sigh leave my lips.

  “You’re in luck...The Queen loves her council as well,” I reply, that pleasant warmness spreading through my body, my pussy growing wet with each passing second. Lucky for me, I have the most perfect seven men in my bed right now, and they’re all ready to take care of me.

  Do you remember how we met? Yes, I’m talking about you and me. Remember the way I ran my hand over my tiara, thinking of how much I wanted Prince Gladrell? That’s right — things changed fast, didn’t they?

  You followed me through the Lost Wood as I ran, my heart thrashing inside my chest, and you saw as these seven men walked out of the darkness and held me in their arms. You’ve been with me right from the very beginning, and so I think I owe it to you: I’ll tell you how my story ends. Or begins — it really depends on how you look at it.

  After being crowned Queen Snow, the next few days were some of the most exhausting of my life. Sure, posing for photographs and waving at people might seem like the full extent of what a monarch does, but there’s a lot more. Particularly a lot more paperwork. And, after replacing someone as Moira, you can be sure that my new office in the palace had stacks of documents lining up the walls.

  I survived these days, though. I reversed the nationalization process Moira had put into motion, repealed her legislative changes, and even presided over her trial. Gladrell’s lawyers still tried to push for a royal pardon, but I flat out refused. If this was a family spat, sure, I might have considered it. But Moira and Gladrell messed with St. Carlta — they messed with my people — and that’s something I simply can’t forgive.

  What happened to them? I entered into an agreement with the States and extradited them there. Right now they’re probably banging their heads against the wall of their cells. No happy ending for the former Prince and Queen.

  Of course, you can’t expect me to run a country like my own — specially since I have so many ideas I want to see implemented. Sure, I have my father’s support and guidance, but I needed something more...And that’s the Council — seven men devoted to their Queen, offering their guidance, support...and love.

  Richard, Derek, Malcolm, Tyler, Lucien, Nicholas, and William — these are the seven names I’ve learned to purr and moan out loud.

  These are my Council, and I’m their Queen.

  “Hey, what are you thinkin’ about?” Lucien whispers, brushing his fingertips up from my knee to my inner thigh.

  “A lot of things,” I purr; then, moving fast, I curl my fingers around his wrist and force him to press his hand against my naked pussy. “But right now, I don’t want to be thinking of anything...”

  “That can be arranged.”

  Every fairy-tale deserves an happy ending — and this is mine.

  Snow

  “QUEEN SNOW, QUEEN SNOW!” The crowd chants, and I keep on smiling as I wave my hand. Standing at the back of an open-top car, I keep one hand on Richard’s shoulder as I wave, the thousands of people lining the road screaming my name in such a way that I can’t even hear the car’s engine work.

  “They still haven’t grown tired of me,” I say, looking back at the seven men sitting in the long seats behind mine.

  “And they never will,” Derek laughs, throwing one arm over his seat and casually waving at the crowd. Some of the women closer to the barriers and chanting their names, but I’m already used to it — after all, that’s par for the course when you’re in a relationship with the seven most handsome men in the realm.

  We drive for fifteen minutes more, parading around town for the millions of people that have gathered in the capital. I actually don’t think I’ve ever seen this many people in the same place at once. The streets are so packed with people and flags that I feel like a Roman Empress, coming home after a victorious campaign.

  Finally, as our car arrives at the Main Square, I can’t help but gasp. Despite the thousands of people gathered there, they’ve built a majestic stage at the end of the square, a red carpet stretching all the way from where our car stopped to the steps leading up to the stage.

  “Queen,” the seven men nod at me as they leave the car. Going down on one knee by the side of the carpet, they wait for me to get out of the car, and only then do they go up to their feet. I’ve never cared that much about protocol and royal etiquette, but I had to make a few concessions to appease a few of the oldest nobles — I mean, I’m sleeping in a bed with seven men every night...I have to make a few concessions.

  “Come,” I tell them, and I actually stop for a second just to look at them. When I met for the first time they looked rugged and ready to topple down the government but now, clean shaven and wearing their military uniforms...well, let’s just say I got to stop looking at them, or else I won’t be able to focus during the whole ceremony.

  As I climb up the stairs, the whole crowd becomes silent, waiting as I position myself behind the podium. Feeling that nervousness taking over me, I run my tongue between my lips and take a deep breath.

  “I can’t start to tell you how happy I am to see you all gathered here today,” I start, and everyone starts cheering. I have to wait a few seconds, but then I continue. “One year ago, we all witnessed what happened here, in this exact place. You raised your voices, you made yourselves heard, and we carried out your will. St. Carlta is back on its rightful place, among the greatest democracies the world has ever known, and that’s because of you – the people.”

  Now the crowd really goes wild. They start clapping for so long that I have no idea how they manage to do it. They only become quieter when Richard walks forward, standing by my side; giving him some room, I step to the side and he takes over the mic.

  “Thank you, your Highness,” he says, nodding at me. “I guess I speak for all of St. Carlta when I say we’re the one who should be grateful. You never faltered, you never gave up.” The crowd’s about to embark on another round of applause, but Richard raises his hand and stops it before it happens. “You’ve broken the chains of tyranny, forged an alliance with the United States,
and now our country has blossomed. As a token of our appreciation, we have a gift for you.”

  “A gift?” I whisper, looking at Richard and then back, staring at the other six men. They simply show me their smiles, and then Derek points into the distance. Turning my gaze there, I hold my breath as I see something in a corner of the square, right opposite King Alphonse’s statue. There’s something massive there, but there’s an enormous blue sheet covering it.

  “On one side of this square, stands King Alphonse, our founder,” Richard continues, his voiced filled with excitement. “And now I’m proud to say that, on the other side, stands our liberator – Queen Snow!”

  At that, someone tugs on the blue sheet, and it falls down in a hurry to reveal the largest statue I’ve ever seen. At the top of a giant rock are statues of the Council, all the seven men I’ve come to love; they’re on their knees, a defiant expression on their faces, and they’re carrying a massive broad shield. On top of that shield there’s a statue of me, one hand raised up in the air and pointing toward the Heavens.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp, placing one hand in front of my mouth. I resist the urge to simply ran toward them, jump into their laps and kiss them all over, and so I simply stand there, looking at the statue and having no idea what to think. This goes beyond anything I could’ve expected.

  “Like it?” Richard whispers, looking toward me and winking. Then, turning his focus back to the crowd, he continues to speak. “Let all future generations remember the woman who lead us. Let them remember that, in our darkest hours, there’s always someone that refuses to let the light of hope falter and die. And now...Let us celebrate, for that person is right here with us!” He finishes, pointing toward me, and the crowd roars so loud that I feel my own body trembling.

  “This is your day, Snow,” Derek says, leaning toward me and whispering these words into my ear.