Sebastien quirked an eyebrow at her. “Commando?”
Leandre waved his question away. “I’ll explain the reference later. She’s glad you don’t have on undergarments.”
Caresse sighed appreciatively as Leandre’s clothing shimmered away, leaving his bare skin pressed against her backside. Getting with the program, Sebastien grinned at her, and his clothing disappeared, as well.
They both seemed to tower over her, from the front and from behind. She’d never dated men who were that much taller than her, and to have two of them focused on her was disconcerting in an oh-so-good way.
The back of the dress fell open as the last of the buttons came loose. She felt so vulnerable, standing between them with only her hands holding up the bodice. A shimmer skated over her skin, and she realized it was the sheer undergarment disappearing.
Leandre’s lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “I can always make a new one, princess. I don’t intend to rush, but I need you. We need you.”
Nodding her agreement, she shivered as she rubbed her bare shoulders against his chest, the heat of his skin a shock in the breeze-cooled attic room.
She rubbed her hands over the broad muscled expanse of Sebastien’s chest, savoring the moment. His biceps felt powerful beneath her hands. “You’re so hot and so big, Sebastien.”
The dress fell into the crooks of her elbows, uncovering her breasts as her hands drifted across his abdomen. The gown’s skirt slipped into a puddle around her ankles. A shiver rippled through her as she finally looked down at Sebastien’s cock.
Nestled among jet-black curls, his cock pulsed with engorgement, red, thick, and long, and she gulped when her mouth actually watered at the sight of it. Not because she was scared of it but because she was already imagining licking it.
“Fuck,” Leandre intoned behind her, curling his tall physique around her.
His equally huge and hard cock surged against her back. She closed her eyes, and an image of the three of them joined, making love together, entered her mind so clearly it was almost as if someone had placed the image there. What drew her notice the most were the expressions of tenderness on the faces of her men. They’d take their time with her. Make sure she knew her pleasure came first.
“Yes,” Sebastien whispered, his breath hitching as she tugged her arms from the sleeves and allowed the dress to cascade to the floor.
Feeling braver, she wrapped her hand around Sebastien’s cock, amazed by the heat and hardness of it, and smiled up at him. “Santa brought me two ponies.”
“That’s because you’ve been a very, very good girl,” Leandre said, squeezing her bare butt cheeks as she purred and stroked Sebastien’s cock.
“I have no idea what that means, but you can tell me later. That feels so fucking good.” The prince groaned, his eyelids sliding closed as she stroked his rock-hard and ready shaft in her palm.
A tremor vibrated through her as Leandre strummed her nipples with his thumbs. Her breasts felt so swollen and sensitive in his hands, and her entire body reacted wantonly to his touch.
“Come onto the bed,” Caresse murmured, backing up into Leandre and cooing when she felt his erection bobbing against the small of her back.
“In a moment,” Leandre said as he released her breasts and slid his hands in a downward stroking motion over her abdomen.
Her breasts had never been that sensitive before, but he seemed to have awakened dormant nerve endings that still wanted attention.
I’ll give you more, I promise. I’m only just getting started.
She relaxed in his grasp, and he purred with approval as he slid his questing fingertips lower. His breath caught in his throat, and her whole body tightened and trembled as his fingers slipped through her hot juices, the slickness making it easy for him to slide two fingers into her entrance. Her lips were swollen, and his fingers felt bigger, the penetration tighter, causing her excitement to fly even higher.
With one hand, she grasped Sebastien’s forearm, and with the other, she reached behind her and tugged at the back of Leandre’s muscled thigh, pulling him even closer. Shivers raced through her as Leandre began strumming her clit as he’d done with her nipples, and she stilled, enraptured as their heat closed around her.
Sebastien bent down and kissed her mouth and whispered, “I want to see you come, princess. Come for Leandre and me.” He cupped her breasts in gentle hands and strummed her already sensitized nipples, and she froze, reveling in the frenzied sensations. She was at their mercy, and she couldn’t imagine what else they’d do to drive her wild.
Sebastien suddenly stopped, and his heat all around her diminished slightly. She opened her eyes to discover he’d kneeled down in front of her. The intent in his eyes told her exactly what he planned to do next, and she stifled a moan as Leandre gently parted her lips with his fingers and Sebastien took her slick, aroused flesh with his mouth.
Their arms around her tightened, but she didn’t feel trapped. No, she felt safe in their grasp. Protected even.
He sucked gently on her clit, and she couldn’t help the exclamation that flew from her lips as she came harder than she ever had before.
She imagined she must look incredibly wanton, slumped between the two of them while they played with her, dragging the orgasmic pulses out. The desire to return the favor inspired mental images, and she giggled when she heard twin groans.
Somehow they seemed to know what she was thinking, but in her sexed-but-still damned-horny state, she was quite willing to wait until saner moments to question it. She knew she was safe, and that was what counted.
She also knew exactly what she wanted as she stepped from between them onto the platform and crawled onto the bed. Purposefully, she arched her back, flashing her pussy at them to make sure they could see how much she wanted them, and beckoned to them with her curled index finger just in case they couldn’t figure it out.
“Sassy,” Leandre growled as he took two big steps up and kneeled in front of her at the head of the bed. With challenge, and need, glowing in his eyes, he held his cock for her, and she knew exactly what he wanted.
Crawling closer, she opened her mouth and licked the head of his cock, wrapped her lips around the ridged head, and sucked him as if he was a huge Tootsie Pop. He growled as his head popped from her lips, and she giggled before licking again, teasing him.
Distraction came a moment later when Sebastien’s heat enclosed the backs of her thighs and a very big, hot head rubbed against her still pulsing clit. A throbbing filled her body, and she moaned as slick heat flooded her pussy, as if he needed more proof exactly where she wanted him to go.
“Your wish is our pleasure, princess,” Sebastien murmured in a strained, raspy voice. Leandre took that moment to thrust the head of his cock between her lips, muffling her loud moan as Sebastien’s huge, hard shaft plundered her opening.
“What a sweet, tight cunt you have. I can barely fit.” Sebastien growled as he pulled back a tiny bit, exciting every nerve ending she had.
She wanted him so badly all she could do was give in to him, to both of them.
Leandre gripped her chin gently, and she sucked at his cock as he filled her mouth, not resisting either of them as Sebastien filled her cunt with his sizable manhood. She felt so hot and wet, her body a plaything between them. They could’ve done anything they wanted to her, one fucking her mouth while the other filled her pussy with his cock.
Sebastien pulled back and thrust again, shocking her when she realized there was even more of him, and was she ever happy about it. He set up a rhythm, teasing her, filling just her entrance over and over, and then plunging deeper, stroking her G-spot with such finesse, and then finally filling her to the very depth over and over.
Leandre kept to a slow rhythm that must’ve cost him a lot of control because she could feel the tremor in his hands.
She reached up and cupped his balls, stroking him as he continued pumping into her mouth, while Sebastien fucked her from behind, reaching f
orward to toy with her clit, sending her arousal into the stratosphere.
But just when she was about to come, they both ceased movement.
“Not yet, princess,” Leandre growled.
Chuckling at her whining response as he pulled from her already clenching pussy, Sebastien murmured, “Not yet. He’s right. But very soon. With both of us.” His voice still had that raspy growl to it.
She knew he meant really soon when Sebastien switched places with Leandre and repositioned so that he was lying down on the bed and urged her to straddle his hips. She did as he wanted without hesitation, without having to be told with words. She knew this was it.
His cock was hot, so hard, and even bigger as he rubbed it against her swollen cunt when she sat down on him.
Leandre came up behind her, also straddling Sebastien’s legs, and his cock was also hard and insistent at her backside. “Say yes to us, princess. Yes to both of us.”
“Yes, I want—”
“Not just for tonight. For always,” Sebastien said, gently grasping her chin to settle her trembling so she could look into his steady gaze. “Be ours. Mine. His.”
“But…” My friends. My world.
She knew she could do without the tumult, politics, and uncertainty of that world. She wasn’t naïve enough to think she wouldn’t find those in this one, but this one felt ever so much like home to her.
And Leandre had told her at one point, she thought in her lust-addled state, that she might see them again. Hadn’t he?
Trust us.
She knew she could trust them. Yes, she wanted them. Wanted it all. Wanted forever with them. “Yes.”
“You’ll stay?” The hope in Sebastien’s heated gaze melted her heart, and she nodded. He slid home within her, so deep she felt him to the depths of her being.
“I will. For both of you.”
“Princess,” Leandre said, his breathing rapid against her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. “Let us love you together? Be ours completely?”
“I want you. I want this. Just…”
“I’ll take care of you. Make love to Sebastien and let me prepare you.”
Oh, how erotic the moment was, her mood shifting to a need to take him slow, over and over. A slick ointment, redolent with the scent of coconut and some type of herb, trickled into the crack of her ass, and she moaned unashamedly when Leandre rubbed it against her back opening.
Her nerve endings flared to life in a wave of shameless arousal made even naughtier because she knew, in their present position, Leandre was getting an eyeful of Sebastien’s cock plunging into her swollen pussy over and over, getting her even wetter in the process.
“Vixen,” Sebastien growled even as he grinned at her, clearly enjoying his present position as he played with her breasts and her distended nipples.
Heat swamped her as Leandre’s fingertips added more oil and began to rub with more insistence. More intent. This wasn’t just play, and she knew what would come next and wanted it desperately. To be one with them was like a hunger.
Shivers raced up her spine, and her body went slick with sweat as Leandre’s fingers penetrated her asshole, kindling a blaze within her that transcended simple desire. She rested her head against Sebastien’s chest and relaxed her legs and her back, doing her best to communicate to Leandre that she was ready.
“So sweet, my angel,” Leandre murmured as he applied more oil, stroked her opening until it tingled, and added another finger, stroking and thrusting until her arousal grew to atomic proportions and her body loosened, needing him as much as she needed Sebastien.
The bed jostled as Leandre took position close behind her, and she shuddered when Sebastien gently squeezed her ass cheeks and parted them.
He whispered, “Relax for him and breath out, my love. We’ll take good care of you.”
Speaking was impossible, so she nodded. She understood and believed them.
Leandre’s hand was warm on her lower back as he stilled her movements on Sebastien and positioned the head of his cock at her back opening. “So beautiful,” he whispered as she opened herself to him, relaxing into his penetration, pushing against him as she breathed out.
His cockhead was hot, even against her overheated flesh, and as the pressure increased, she moaned. Soothed by Sebastien’s comforting murmurings as the heat of Leandre’s penetration increased, she arched against his invasion, wanting to be joined with both of them with a hunger she couldn’t understand.
Leandre stilled her wriggling movements. “Shhh, angel. Take it slow. I don’t want to rush it.”
“Bear in mind I’m not superhuman,” Sebastien quipped, a hint of strain in his voice.
“And well I know it, cousin,” Leandre replied with a trace of humor. “This is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever beheld, Caresse. Both of us filling you. Loving you.”
Adoration filled his words. No, not just in the words he spoke. She actually felt that he meant it because the emotion was in her heart, as well.
“You’ll stay? Truly?” Leandre whispered, and the query wasn’t just in his words. It was in a vulnerability she felt all the way to her heart. “Not just in our lovemaking, but in our lives and our kingdoms?”
“I will. I promise,” she whispered and knew the truth of what she was saying to her marrow, even as distracted as she was by the cock impaling her virgin ass. “If I’m your wife, I can have you any way I want, any time I want.”
“Mmmm, you irresistible minx,” Leandre murmured as he began thrusting against her resistant asshole in tiny thrusts, taking more and more of her by small increments. “You make me wild for you.”
“Plunder and pillage, baby,” she replied with a giggle. “Plunder and pillage. Oh yes!” she cried out when the burning of penetration gave way to a slick heat that seemed to consume her from the top of her head to the bottoms of her heels.
“Yes!” Sebastien growled, his eyes rolling as she arched against him, taking more of Leandre as she thrust against Sebastien.
Leandre’s heat against her back was a jolting sensation as he leaned over her. “You’re ours, princess. All ours.”
“And all mine, too,” she murmured, filled with a smugness that had nothing to do with getting her way and everything to do with a feeling of utter completeness as she flexed her hips in tiny experimental motions. “This feeling…it’s…”
Indescribable.
Sebastien smiled at her, brushing her hair back from where it was plastered against her cheek as he thrust beneath her.
It is amazing.
Flexing her hips rubbed her clit against Sebastien’s pubic bone, and her arousal blossomed to a whole new level of excitement. Her body clearly wanted more as she repeated the movement, a hunger growing inside her until she moved as she wanted, throwing caution aside. She might be sore later, but for now she wanted it all. And she wanted it with both of these men.
Sebastien groaned. “I’m not going to last much longer, cousin. She feels so good.”
Strength returned to Caresse’s previously limp upper body, and she rested her weight on her elbows as she moved between them, up and down, forward and back, slipping into her place in their erotic rhythm. She could hardly think, much less speak, to let them know how close she was to coming, but they seemed to understand.
Leandre wrapped his arms around her torso beneath her breasts and thrust harder while supporting her with his strength. She braced on her hands and knees and rocked her pelvis in time with their thrusts until the tremors turned into quaking and the mother of all climaxes erupted within her.
“Oh, I’m coming. It’s so good! I’m coming!”
Grasping hold of Leandre’s forearms, she writhed and undulated between them, her cries nothing more than hoarse panting as the waves of rapture fell on her faster and faster until her world finally shattered in ecstasy.
Chapter Ten
The following morning, Leandre and Sebastien left her in bed at dawn, after making love to her once more, giving her
more proof of Leandre’s claims that fae had amazing refractory abilities. It was the truth, and where they were concerned, her own sexual energy seemed boundless. She should’ve been a zombie. Instead she felt energized.
During the night, Sebastien had wanted to gather her things and remove her to the palace, claiming she should not be working for Desdemona, even if it was only for one more day. He found her living under Desdemona’s roof an affront and had said so.
Leandre had reminded him that it was actually Charles de Rochambard’s roof, and although not ideal, it was where she belonged, and though she’d been drifting into sweet, satisfied dreams, she’d heard the trace of insistence in Leandre’s tone. To be honest, she liked Le Maison de Rochambard and thought of Marigold and George as family.
And after last night at the ball, she’d even developed a bit more tolerance for Poutina and Niebleht and could no longer find it in her heart to think of them by their former monikers, Poutine and Niblet. They couldn’t help their mother’s taste in first names.
She’d settled the discussion by saying she’d remain for the time being, and they’d dropped it.
Caresse knew the precise moment Desdemona returned from the palace with Poutina and Niebleht. The front door made a loud cracking sound as it slammed closed, and Desdemona’s shrill voice signaled her mood.
Doop-Doop trotted into the kitchen, and Caresse smiled. Something shifted in her heart at sight of him. It felt wrong to think of him as Leandre in this form. Leandre was all man and a virile lover. Doop-Doop was her sweet canine companion.
Doop-Doop trotted up on his tiny paws, his little brown eyes twinkling, and he gave a tremendous sneeze—great for his size—that nearly knocked him off his feet.
Either form adores you, my princess.
Uh, what?
I think you heard me, my love.
I did? What the—
Tonight, tonight…he sang out as he trotted from the room, and she wasn’t mistaken in hearing his chuckle…in her head.
It’s lucky for you I’m a patient woman.
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