Protecting Their Princess

by Parker Grey

  Bruno’s lips trail down my torso and he shoves my knees apart roughly, making me gasp.

  “I want you in my mouth,” I gasp.

  I don’t have to ask twice. Dom undoes his belt as Bruno’s hands hold my knees wide, and the instant his tongue touches my clit I moan, my eyes sliding closed.

  “I missed you,” I gasp out, as he licks faster and harder. “God, I missed you.”

  “Not as much as we missed you, Princess,” Dom says, teasing at my lips with the tip of his cock. I open my mouth and he slides himself in, the thick ridge moving past my tongue, then back out. “Did I ever tell you how fucking beautiful you are when you suck my cock?”

  He thrusts in again, this time a little deeper and harder, and I swirl my tongue around him, sucking as hard as I can. The heat’s already rising inside me, Bruno licking and sucking and lapping at my pussy, and Dom keeps fucking my mouth, pushing more and more of himself in until he hits the back.

  I take a deep breath, pleasure swirling in me like a whirlpool, because I fucking love this, love the way that I’m almost helpless, Dom and Bruno totally in control right now. It could be dirty, but there’s something beautiful about giving them as much pleasure as they give me.

  Well, it’s definitely still dirty. That’s the point. But it’s also that other thing.

  I relax my throat, swallow, and the head of Dom’s thick cock slides into my throat. At the exact same time, Bruno’s fingers enter me as he licks faster and faster, something frenetic and desperate in his movements.

  “I love you,” Dom gasps. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”

  I feel Dom’s hand on my neck as he pushes his cock deeper. Now I’m pounding with arousal, about to practically burst open. I’m powerless against the two of them, literally. I can’t even breathe until Dom lets me, and maybe that shouldn’t turn me on like it does, but God does it turn me on.

  I love it. I love the way he watches as I swallow him, the way he wants to feel his cock in my throat with his hand on my neck. My lips touch skin, and then Dom pauses for a moment, like he’s just feeling the way I swallowed his entire length.

  Bruno’s fingers move harder inside me, in a rhythm with his tongue, a rhythm that makes me arch my back and grab his hair. Dom pulls back and pops out of my mouth as I moan, gasping for air.

  “I’m gonna come,” I whisper.

  “Good,” Dom says, and thrusts himself into my mouth again.

  The second I swallow him, it’s like something yawns open on the ground below and I just fall in. My whole body shakes and spasms, and I can feel Dom’s hand on my throat, Bruno holding me down, his fingers still inside me.

  I’m still shaking when it subsides, but Bruno sits up. Dom pulls himself out of my mouth, and I lie there, gasping for air, feeling limp and blurry with the power of my orgasm.

  Then Bruno pulls me up, onto the bed, and before I know it I’m on my hands and knees over him as he kisses me hard, then licks his fingers off.

  “I missed eating you out like that,” he says, grinning. “You know I had my first wet dream in fifteen years, dreaming about burying my face in your pussy?”

  I kiss him again, and he reaches up, tweaking my nipples.

  “Good,” I say, half-moaning. “I really like it.”

  There’s a weight on the bed behind me, and then hands slide up my thighs from the back. I gasp, arching my back, just as Dom’s tongue finds my wet, still-aching slit.

  “That feels good too,” I moan, Bruno grinning beneath me as Dom’s tongue works its way into my vagina, his fingers on my clit. “Fuck, that feels good, God.”

  Then his tongue leaves my pussy and makes its way up, my eyes widening. I hold my breath.

  Dom’s tongue makes a careful, slow circle of my back hole.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, eyes closed.

  Bruno chuckles again.

  “You like having your ass licked, dirty girl?” he asks, teasing my nipples.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He kisses me again, hard, and I moan into his mouth as Dom’s tongue keeps going and going. This is filthy, and I shouldn’t like it, but God it feels good, indescribably good.

  “I love you,” Bruno whispers. “And I love that you’re our filthy fucking princess and everything we do just makes you get wetter and come harder.”

  Dom slides a finger into my ass, moving his tongue to my clit, licking hard. I moan again, the fire rekindled inside me.

  “More,” I whimper.

  Dom puts another finger in my ass, then another, and I groan with each new addition, biting my lip as he fills me up.

  “More,” I whisper.

  He puts his thumb in my pussy, and then sucks hard on my clit, and I come again instantly. I rock back and forth on my hands and knees, trying to fucking Dom as hard as I can, wanting to feel him hard and big and deep inside me.

  When it’s over, he pulls his fingers out, then bends over me quickly and gives me a kiss. I kiss back slowly, still feeling a little shaky, like parts of me might have faded out of reality.

  Then Dom moves to the side of the bed and opens the bedside drawer, but just then Bruno pulls me forward, positioning me right at the tip of his cock.

  I slide down it instantly, not even waiting, and Bruno growls, grabbing my hips in both hands as I whimper, already moving back and forth, letting his delicious girth hit every sensitive spot inside me.

  “I love your cock, Bruno,” I whisper. “I love how it feels inside me. I love when you fuck me hard and deep and make me come.

  I lean back, my hands on his knees, eyes closed, and Bruno groans.

  “Good,” he says. “I love fucking your tight little pussy, and I love watching you ride me.”

  Then Dom is back. He pinches a nipple, hard, kisses me on the lips, then the neck. I’m already in bliss, but I kiss him deep and slow, reaching down to stroke his cock.

  “I love your cock, too,” I whisper.

  I’m trying to go slow, but this feels so good that I’m afraid I’m going to come again, too soon. Then Dom reaches down and massages my clit, his wet finger making a few slow circles.

  I come again. I moan into Dom’s mouth while I ride Bruno’s cock slow and hard, and Dom holds me close, kissing my neck, biting my ear.

  When I finish, Bruno’s still hard inside me, Dom’s cock still thick and rigid in my hand.

  I bite my lip, remembering what I really want. Even now it feels dirty to ask. Like a nice, well-behaved princess shouldn’t want two cocks, but I’m pretty sure that they’re not going to suddenly tell me I’m too filthy for them and leave, so I take a deep breath.

  “I want you both to fuck me,” I whisper. “Together.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Dominic

  The magic words. The words I’ve been dreaming about, waiting to hear ever since I got off house arrest. I kiss her again, her body trembling.

  I can tell she’s a little nervous about asking, so I lean in, my lips against her ear.

  “Princess,” I growl. “We’re going to stuff you in both of your tight little holes, and then we’re going to make you come until you scream.”

  I pull her off Bruno, shove some pillows behind myself, and lean back against the headboard. Katarina faces away, and I pull her backward until her back is against my chest, my cock between her ass cheeks, and I’m massaging her clit.

  “I’m going to fuck you in the ass first,” I murmur into her ear. “It’s easier that way the first time, at least.”

  I kiss the back of her neck.

  “After you get the hang of this, you can fuck us in whatever order you want, Princess,” I say. “But it might take some practice.”

  Katarina just gasps and nods. Bruno kneels over my legs and kisses her, pulling her up, and I pour a little more lube onto my cock, then pull her back until her tight back hole is right at my tip. She grabs me in her hand and eases herself down slowly.

  I have to clench my teeth together as the thick ring of muscle stretches arou
nd me. She’s unbelievably tight, almost too tight to let me in, and as she does she gasps and whimpers.

  And then, finally, the ridge around the head of my cock pops through that ring and Katarina exhales, hard, her body relaxing and her head back. She feels fucking incredible, and I lean forward, kissing her shoulder again.

  “Dom,” she moans, turning her head toward me, her eyelids fluttering.

  “Yes?” I ask, my lips on her.

  I need to keep my eyes open, focus on something that isn’t my cock in her ass, because I’m afraid I’m going to come before I finish satisfying her.

  Katarina keeps sliding down my cock, taking me a centimeter at a time as Bruno kisses her neck and licks her nipples, and finally she’s sitting on me, breathing hard, and leans back against my chest, her head on my shoulder.

  Even so, her back is arched and she’s still moving her hips, bucking and rolling softly, riding my cock slowly.

  “You know how fucking beautiful you are with my cock buried in your ass?” I whisper. “It’s dirty as hell and I love it, Princess. I love that you let me fuck you any way I want, and I love how much you like it.”

  Bruno leans forward, his fingers on her clit again, and Katarina takes his cock in her hand. He’s still slick with her juices, and she bites her lip as they stroke each other.

  After a moment, he moves his hand down and slides his fingers into her pussy, and Katarina and I both gasp. Suddenly she’s even tighter, and I can feel him inside her too.

  Katarina reaches out and grabs Bruno’s shoulder. Her fingernails clench at his muscled flesh so hard I’m afraid she’ll leave marks, but he barely reacts, other than to add a third finger.

  “Bruno,” she whimpers, her hips moving faster, more urgently. “Oh my God, Bruno, I need you to fuck me.”

  He kisses her, then pulls his fingers out, and I take Katarina by the hips, steadying her. She’s still writhing and bucking, her breath coming in small, quick gasps, and I run my hands up her body, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

  “Relax, Princess,” I whisper.

  Bruno strokes himself, Katarina’s hands still on his shoulders. He’s being slow and gentle, obviously afraid of hurting her, but I can tell he’s so hard he’s close to bursting as he teases her clit with the head of his cock before sliding it down and parting her swollen, wet lips.

  I can feel him before he even enters her, and Katarina gasps, her hips slowing as Bruno pushes himself against her entrance.

  The second the head of his cock is inside her, she’s even tighter, so tight I can hardly stand it. Bruno groans and Katarina whimpers, gasping for air.

  “Princess,” he whispers, like he’s going to ask if she’s okay.

  “Don’t stop,” she gasps, her voice sharp and desperate. “Please, please don’t stop.”

  He slides in slowly, Katarina tightening against the whole length of my cock. She reaches behind herself and grabs my hair in her hand, still panting for breath.

  “Oh God,” she whispers. “Fuck, Dom, Bruno, this feels so fucking good.”

  Bruno hilts himself, then pauses, both of us all the way inside our beautiful, sexy, dirty princess.

  “I love you,” she moans. “I love you and I love the way you fuck me.”

  I can’t even form words, so I kiss the back of her ear.

  Then we start fucking her together, and the second we do I can feel her ass spasm and her body jolt as she comes, groaning and shouting wordlessly.

  We don’t stop. We’re slow and gentle, afraid of hurting her, but soon Katarina is moving on her own, riding us both at once. She comes again, then again, and I know I can’t hold out much longer. Not like this.

  She comes again, her whole body shuddering, her nipples hard as rocks under my fingers, and then she leans back again and swallows, like she’s trying to catch her breath.

  “Come inside me,” she whispers. “Please, Bruno, Dom, I want to feel you both come inside me together.”

  She doesn’t have to ask twice. I stop holding back, my cock buried in her tight hole, and in seconds my balls are tight against my body, the familiar heat in my lower belly.

  I growl in her ear and come so hard I think I might go blind. I pump into our princess again and again, filling her with my seed, the total ecstasy of being in her drowning out everything else.

  “I love you,” I whisper into her ear. “I fucking love you, Katarina, holy fuck I love you...”

  When I finish, I realize I’m still whispering it, over and over again, and I swallow hard, wrapping an arm around her. She collapses against me, sweaty and shaking, as Bruno takes her cheek in his hand and kisses her deeply.

  “I love you,” she murmurs again when he pulls away, both of us still inside her though we’re slipping out. “I’d have run away with you if my father said no.”

  Bruno kisses her once, gently, on the tip of her nose, and Katarina laughs.

  “We know,” he says. “And we’d have been happy to live out our lives as your secret, illicit boyfriends if we had to.”

  “As long as we can still have sex like you’re illicit,” she says.

  “Hell yes,” I say, holding her even tighter. “You’re our filthy, wicked princess and we wouldn’t take you any other way.”

  Epilogue

  Bruno

  For a little while after that, things are weird. Everyone has more or less forgotten about the Inter-Continental Council of Kingdoms, because the only thing anyone talks about is how the Princess is going to marry two princes at once.

  Or at least, things are weird everywhere except between the three of us. Somehow, sharing Katarina with my best friend just feels normal and right. Like this is what we’re supposed to be doing.

  So I don’t really give a shit what anyone else thinks, as long our filthy princess likes it.

  We get married about a month later in a small ceremony, presided over by the same priest who clocked Sven on the head with a candelabra. King Edward isn’t exactly thrilled for his daughter to be doing this, but I think he’s painfully aware that he nearly lost her.

  Besides, I’m pretty sure her mom, Queen Carolina, had a few words with him. He’ll come around.

  We honeymoon at a resort in the Maldives known for being very, very discreet, and we have essentially a whole wing of the place to ourselves: a private pool, a private beach, a yacht we can take out if the mood strikes us.

  Mostly, the mood strikes us to have sex on every piece of furniture in the place. Katarina’s only gotten more and more insatiable, and God knows I’m more than willing to do anything she wants.

  One morning, after a quickie and then breakfast, she’s sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and flipping through tabloids. Right now, they’re more or less completely obsessed with the princess who married two men and is rumored to be having the most salacious sex life a royal’s had since Catherine the Great.

  “Oh, I like this one,” she says. All she’s wearing is a short silk nightgown and nothing else, her perky nipples visible through the smooth cloth.

  Even though we just fucked her, I kind of want to fuck her again.

  “‘Has Crown Princess Katarina Discovered Ancient Love Secrets and Used Them to Seduce Two Playboys?’” she reads aloud.

  “Did you?” I ask.

  “If you did, we don’t mind,” Dom says, leaning against the counter.

  She arches one eyebrow.

  “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she says. “This one thinks it’s aliens that gave me the love secrets. Or, no, the aliens gave me mind-control secrets, sorry.”

  “Those are very different,” I deadpan.

  “Supernova takes a much more practical approach,” she says, tossing another one aside. “They say that I had one night of passion with both of you, got pregnant, and made you both marry me because I don’t know who the father is. Because DNA tests don’t exist.”

  “I’m surprised no one’s brought up the Illuminati yet,” Dom says. “Usually the
y’ve made an appearance by this point in a scandal.”

  Katarina tosses the magazines away, leans back in her chair, and stretches. I head to the fridge, grab the orange juice, and pour myself a glass.

  “What should we do today?” she asks, lazily. “And can I have some of that?”

  I get another glass out and pour her some. We both drink, all looking out the massive glass doors leading to the private beach.

  “We still haven’t left the resort,” Dom says, thoughtfully. “Today could be the day we go discover what the Maldives have to offer.”

  “The front desk was very eager to tell me about snorkeling here,” I say. “Apparently there’s some very rare species of fish that turn bright purple this time of year for mating, and it’s—”

  “Katarina?” Dom says, sounding alarmed.

  I turn. She’s sitting bolt upright in her chair, her hand still around the orange juice, a look of surprise and confusion on her too-pale face.

  “Princess?” I say, my heart in my throat, putting one hand on her shoulder. “What is it, are you—”

  Katarina bolts so fast she knocks over her chair, running out of the room. A door slams, and Dom and I stare at each other, but we don’t follow her to the bathroom. I’m pretty sure she’d prefer to be alone right now.

  “Is the juice bad?” Dom asks.

  “It tasted fine to me,” I say, sniffing my glass. I take another small sip. Tastes like OJ.

  I shrug, and then we frown at each other.

  After a few minutes, the toilet flushes, water runs, and Katarina comes up. She’s still pale and shaky, and as we come over, I realize she’s got one hand on her lower belly.

  “Are you okay?” Dom asks.

  “I think so,” Katarina says, her voice quiet. “Actually, I think...”

  She looks at us both, putting her other hand on her belly as well.

  And then I finally get it. My jaw drops, and Dom starts laughing like a madman while I grin like an idiot.

  I get to her first, pick her up and spin her around in my arms, giving her a good long kiss before Dom does the same thing.