Protecting Their Princess

by Parker Grey

  No one else has noticed.

  “Not now, not here,” Bruno murmurs. “This is a civilized place. I don’t like it either, but he’s allowed to sit next to her at a table.”

  “Did you see how he looked at her?” I growl, hacking into a sausage.

  “Dom,” he says, lowering his voice even more. “I want to blacken both his eyes for the way he just looked at her, but what do you think would happen if you tried something? There are guards everywhere. You’d be lucky to land two punches before being pulled off by ten men and thrown in a dungeon.”

  He’s right, and I know that even if I think I could fight off ten trained men, I probably couldn’t. But I’m still raging, and I know he is too.

  “Besides,” he murmurs, the voice of reason. “I trust our princess.”

  I hadn’t even thought of that. Of course I know Katarina doesn’t want Sven, no matter what her father says.

  I look up and glance across the room. Katarina’s looking right at us, even though Sven is going on and on about something, right next to her.

  She smiles, and her smile is full of promise.

  I still want Sven ridden out of the country, but I relax a little. She’s ours, and he isn’t going to change that.

  After breakfast, we all file out of the room. There’s a symposium on the challenges of welcoming immigrants into a homogeneous culture across the palace, and we all walk there together, though I’ve got my eyes on the Princess, her form fifty feet ahead of us as she talks to her younger sister, Josephine.

  Then, she says something to her sister, puts one hand on her arm, and turns right, down a side hallway. As she does, she looks straight at Bruno and me.

  We don’t have to be told twice, and follow her down the hall. Rage is still simmering through my veins — not at her, at Sven — making me feel feral and primal.

  It leads to a tower, and we can just barely see her skirt in front of us as she climbs the spiral stone stairs into a part of the castle I’ve never been to before. At the top, she disappears through a big, wooden door.

  I’m already rock-hard when we walk through, shutting it behind us. It’s a spare room, just a few armchairs and a desk.

  “I can’t stand him,” she says, her eyes flashing. “My parents want me to—”

  I close the distance between us and cover her mouth with mine, cutting her off. Instantly she yields to me, her body practically melting into mine as she submits. A moment later Bruno pulls her to him and kisses her as well, and as he does I slide my hands under her skirt, between her legs.

  She’s not wearing panties.

  “He doesn’t matter,” I growl in her ear, pushing two fingers into her tight entrance. “We know you belong to us.”

  Katarina moans.

  “Is that why you’re fucking wet and not wearing panties?” I ask.

  Across her, Bruno grins.

  “Because you couldn’t wait until tonight to get fucked again?”

  I take my fingers from her pussy and slide them to her back hole, making her gasp. I circle it slowly and then insert my finger to the first knuckle, just barely inside the tight ring of muscle, and Katarina exhales.

  I still haven’t taken her ass, but I will. She was a virgin just a few days ago, and no matter how ready or willing she is, it takes a little patience.

  But I’m rock hard and aching, just thinking about that tight virgin hole. I don’t begrudge Bruno taking her virginity, but the thought of being the first man inside her ass is such a turn on that I nearly come just thinking about it sometimes.

  “I know you’re a princess,” I murmur in her ear. “I know you’ve got duties, and I know I can’t punch him in his goddamn face every time I see him, but there’s something I want you to do.”

  I slide my finger in a little more. Bruno lifts her skirt, and I can feel his hand circling her clit slowly, working it.

  “Anything,” Katarina breathes.

  “When Sven talks to you, I want you to think about my big, thick cock fucking your tight little asshole,” I say. “I want you to think about how good it’s going to feel to have me inside you like that.”

  I slide my finger in a little further.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “Good,” I say, and pull my fingers out. “Now lie down on that table, because we’re going to fuck you.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bruno

  Katarina does as she’s told. She always does, at least when it’s us, and in seconds, she’s on her back on the desk, skirt above her hips, her wide blue eyes looking at me.

  Dom’s standing between her legs, already pulling his cock out of his pants, stroking it hard and staring at her wet pussy. She looks up at me and bites her lip, then reaches for my cock, unzipping my fly.

  It springs out, and I pull her until her head is off the desk, leaning backward, and I stroke her throat. Last night, just as she came, she nearly deep throated me, and it’s all I’ve thought about ever since. I want her to swallow my cock so I can see the bulge in her pretty throat as she takes me as deep as she can.

  I fucking love making her ours in every single way we can. I love the way her body belongs to us, how all of her is completely available, even if we haven’t taken it yet.

  And more than anything, I love making her feel so good she can barely think.

  “I need you now,” she says to both of us, and our princess doesn’t have to ask twice. Dom inhales sharply, teasing her clit with the head of his cock as I put mine to Katarina’s lips. She opens her mouth and sucks me in, her tongue moving against the head.

  It’s fucking incredible how this feels, how quickly she went from our sweet, innocent virgin to our sex goddess, and there’s something about knowing that it’s only for us that makes me like it even better.

  Dom puts her knees over his shoulders, and then groans as he enters her, getting as deep as he can on the first thrust. Katarina moans around my cock, sucking and licking, her mouth working around me.

  We’re in control. She’s lying on a desk, getting fucked from both ends, and if that’s not submission I don’t know what is. I pull my cock out of her mouth and she reaches up, putting her hands on my hips, her breath coming in fast gasps as her tongue traces a circle around the head of my cock before she sucks it back in.

  I hit the back of her mouth almost instantly and groan. I’m way too big for her, but she’s warm and wet and tight and watching her like this is fucking perfect. I reach into the neck of her dress, beneath her bra, and squeeze her breasts as she sucks me, pinching her nipples.

  Dom’s fucking her slow, obviously holding back, and she’s moaning softly as I enter her mouth again, and hit the back of it. But then her hands on my hips pull me in, harder, and Katarina takes a deep breath.

  Then she does something, swallows and relaxes and suddenly my cock pushes into her throat, hot and wet and tight, so good I nearly come right then.

  “Jesus, Princess,” I gasp, her lips at the base of my shaft, her throat bulging out as she takes me in. I pause for a moment, my cock down her throat, because I don’t want to come just yet.

  Dom looks over as I pull back, just to the edge, then push myself deep again before pulling out. Katarina sucks in a long, deep breath, still slurping and sucking my cock as it comes out of her mouth.

  “Harder,” she moans. “Please.”

  She doesn’t have to ask twice, and I put one hand on her throat and push my cock down as she swallows me. Dom’s pounding her now, rubbing her clit with one thumb, both of us deep inside our princess at the same time.

  Every time I pull out of her throat to let her breathe she’s moaning louder, gasping for air, and then I push myself deep one more time just as Dom hammers into her and she comes, the muscles in her throat constricting and tightening. Her fingers dig into my hips, her toes over Dom’s shoulders curl.

  It’s fucking beautiful, and I come almost instantly, shooting myself down my princess’s throat. She swallows again and again, then licks and sl
urps at me as I pull out, getting every last drop as Dom grunts and hilts himself in her furiously.

  I bend down and kiss Katarina, even though she’s upside down, my hand still inside her dress. She holds my head tenderly, and when I end the kiss, she whispers to me.

  “Did you like that?” she says, a slow, coy smile on her face.

  “I fucking loved it,” I answer.

  “I did too,” she whispers.

  I straighten. Dom pulls his cock out of her, and a moment later, pulls two fingers from her asshole. Katarina sighs, and we pull her to sitting on the desk. Her pussy is bare against it, her skirt still hiked around her waist, but she pulls Dom in for a long, slow kiss, then does the same to me.

  “Thanks for that,” she murmurs. “I needed it.”

  “It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Dom murmurs.

  Katarina bites her lip and blushes.

  “I know,” she murmurs. “I just... I can’t get enough of you.”

  I kiss her again, buttoning my pants, because someone might have missed us by now.

  “Tonight,” I whisper.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Katarina

  I look at myself in the mirror, biting my lip. I’m wearing the very sexiest thing I could find to wear, but it’s just a white camisole and a thong. I can see my nipples through the thin fabric, but I want to look sexier for them.

  I want to look like they make me feel — a long, empty ache, desperate for them to fill me.

  I swallow hard, eyes drifting closed. I’m thinking again about Dom’s fingers in my ass, the way they both sometimes fuck my back hole with their fingers while they fill my pussy. A week ago, the thought of having a cock in my ass didn’t interest me at all, but now it’s all I can think about.

  And then... taking both of them at once. It sounds completely insane, like it’s physically impossible, but just thinking about it turns me on so much it hurts.

  Before I know it, I’ve got a hand inside my thong, my fingers in my pussy, the heel of my palm rubbing against my clit. I take a few steps backward and sit in a chair, tilting my head back against the cushions, rubbing myself furiously.

  The fireplace opens moments before I’m about to come, and I freeze. I’d been imagining Dom, holding me face down on my bed, telling me I was his dirty princess as he entered my ass slowly, and I’ve got one hand in my pussy and the other on my breast, pinching my nipple.

  They step through, and then Dom and Bruno both grin, already taking off their shirts. I pull my hands off myself, and even though I know being embarrassed that I got caught masturbating is stupid, I can feel myself blush.

  “Did we take too long?” Bruno murmurs.

  “I was just... thinking,” I say, suddenly demure.

  They both come over to me, and Bruno pulls me until I’m lying across the chair, my legs over one arm, and in one motion he pulls my tiny thong off and pushes my legs open.

  “What were you thinking about?” Dom asks me, his voice a low growl, kneeling next to where my head is on the other arm of the chair.

  Bruno kisses the inside of one knee.

  “You,” I say, still feeling strangely shy.

  Bruno’s mouth moves up, and he flicks his tongue across my clit once, a quick swipe, and my body jolts.

  “What about us?” Dom asks.

  Bruno licks faster, harder, his tongue steady and rough, and my eyes start to drift shut. Dom reaches out and rubs his hand across one nipple, making my back arch.

  “I was thinking about you fucking me,” I say. “And how good it feels when you fuck me, how good it felt today when you fucked me with your fingers in my ass.”

  On cue, Bruno swipes two fingers through my wetness, then trails them downward to my tight, puckered back hole, and circles it.

  “What else?” Dom asks, pinching harder.

  I swallow, and Bruno slides a single finger into my ass, just up to the first knuckle.

  “I was thinking about your cock,” I admit. Bruno pushes his finger further, licking me even harder and faster, and I grab handfuls of the chair stuffing, now panting for breath.

  “What about my cock?” Dom asks, teasing me.

  Bruno puts another finger in my ass and I moan, arching, as he licks me within an inch of coming.

  “That feels so good,” I whimper. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  “Tell us what you want, Princess,” Dom murmurs.

  “I want you to fuck my ass,” I say, my voice barely a whimper as Bruno becomes merciless, licking and sucking, both fingers moving hard, deep inside my ass. “Please, Dom, I want you to take me, come inside me, make me yours.”

  Bruno sucks hard on my clit just then, and I come shouting their names, one leg thrown over the back of the chair. When I finish, Bruno stands and pulls his fingers out, kissing me slowly on my hips, my belly, while Dom has my mouth.

  After a moment, they both stand, pulling me to my feet, one on either side. I kiss them both, hard, and they take their pants off, cocks thick and hard and ready.

  Then Dom grabs me, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me to my bed. I’m used to it by now, and Bruno follows, setting something on my bedside table as Dom puts me down on my side, then gets in behind me, his thick cock bumping against my thighs.

  I hear a bottle open and close, and then he’s sliding slippery fingers along my clit and pussy, all the way to my back hole, where he pushes one finger inside, then two.

  I gasp, pushing back against his hand. Bruno’s in front of me, and he pulls my knee onto his hip, then kisses me slowly, massaging my clit.

  A third finger nudges at my back entrance, then slowly slips inside. I gasp at the mix of pain and pleasure, but then it gives way to just pleasure and I moan, one hand in Bruno’s hair, pushing my ass back against Dom.

  This is unbelievably dirty. I’m begging someone to fuck my ass, the desire pounding through my veins. I shouldn’t be having sex with anyone, definitely not two people, and I definitely should not be having anal sex.

  It simply isn’t done.

  “Beg me again,” Dom growls in my ear, working his fingers in my ass while Bruno’s fingers circle my clit, tendrils of pleasure already snaking through my whole body. “Tell me how bad you want your virgin ass fucked, Princess.”

  “Please, Dom,” I gasp.

  His fingers push even deeper, and I moan.

  “Fill me up and make me come,” I whisper.

  At last, he pulls his fingers out. I can hear him pouring lube on his cock, and I hold my breath, eyes half-open with pleasure. Bruno just watches me, smiling lazily.

  Dom teases me, slipping the head of his cock between my lips, just barely nudging it inside me for a moment. Even though it’s not what I want I exhale hard, because I’m desperate for relief.

  But then it’s there, at my back entrance. Bruno uses one hand to brace my hip as Dom circles my tight bud, then finally pushes slowly against it.

  It feels like nothing else, not even being fucked with their fingers. I’m totally helpless as Dom’s cock stretches me wider and wider, millimeter by millimeter. He’s enormous, way bigger than any number of fingers, and it feels like everything around me goes hazy.

  I’m caught somewhere between pain and pleasure, trying to force my body to relax and take him, and it feels good even as I’m balanced right on that precarious edge of pain.

  Then, suddenly, I can feel the head of his cock come through the thick ring of muscle, and it doesn’t hurt any more. Not even close.

  “Your ass is so fucking tight I might come inside it right now,” Dom whispers roughly in my ear. “You feel so good, Princess.”

  My eyelids are fluttering, my hands on Bruno’s head as he watches me, his hand still on my clit.

  “Please don’t stop,” I whimper.

  He doesn’t. Dom kisses the back of my neck and then starts fucking me, slow and gentle. He doesn’t hilt himself right away, just thrusts shallowly, gradually, letting me take more and more in with eve
ry stroke until I’m moaning nonstop, totally wordless with pleasure.

  I had no idea this could feel so good. I wanted it, but I didn’t know it would be like this, Dom’s thick cock finding new, dirty pleasure spots that I didn’t know I had. Soon he’s fucking my ass slow but hard, making sure I feel every inch of him as he slides in and out.

  The tendrils of pleasure that were snaking through my body have grown, and now they’re threatening to overwhelm me, even though this is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can’t even tell if I’m already coming or whether I’m going to come.

  I just know this feels so, so fucking good and brand new.

  “Come for me, Princess,” Dom growls. “I want to be in your ass when you come.”

  “Dom,” I gasp. “I don’t know...”

  Then it happens, like a bolt of lightning. Dom thrusts hard, going balls-deep in my ass, and I shout, Bruno’s fingers working my clit furiously. My whole body jolts and shakes, my vision going white, electric shocks rocking through me before they finally subside.

  As soon as they do, Dom holds me close, buried inside me, and instantly I can feel his thick cock spurt and pump into me.

  I bite my lip, looking right into Bruno’s eyes, but he’s smiling.

  “That was sexy as hell,” he says, and kisses me.

  After a moment, Dom pulls out, kissing the back of my neck, my shoulder, wrapping one arm around me. Bruno’s plundering my mouth, his hand still between my legs, and I take his cock in my hand and stroke it.

  “Princess,” he murmurs, kissing me softly.

  “Hm?”

  “Roll over.”

  I blink, my brain still not really functioning.

  “Why?”

  He strokes his thumb along one cheekbone.

  “Because it’s my turn to fuck your ass,” he says, so sweetly and gently that for a moment I think I’m making it up.