“The future? Bah! The only future I see is my lawsuit with the condom people!”
Byron stormed out looking pretty mad. This was an utter disaster. I shouldn’t have come here! I’m not getting any support from either of these jerks! I’m going to be raising my baby alone!
Chapter 6
Byron
I was pacing like a madman all over the embassy. Sometimes I forgot how huge it is. I went outside and then inside and then outside and then inside again. That’s how big the place is, when you can do that and not repeat any of the rooms.
Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I eventually found a bar. We kept it open poolside in case we needed a drink. Seemed like a waste to hire a full time bartender just to man it, but now it was paying for itself.
“Manhattan on the rocks please,” I ordered. “And keep them coming.”
“Yes, sir,” said the bartender.
“Byron! Where is your swimsuit, huh?”
I turned. Dominique was in the pool doing laps.
“You!” I said, furious. “Do you have any idea who is here?! The woman with the baby?! That could be our baby! My baby! Or yours!”
“Relax, my friend,” Dominique said. “We shall get the paternity test. Then we will know, huh?”
I threw my Manhattan against the ground.
“I do not want a test!” I snapped. “I do not want to be a father!”
“Nonsense, Byron,” he countered. “We have talked many times about having an heir. All royals must have children. Who’s going to live in your castle after you die?”
“I don’t care! I’ll be dead!”
“That is a cynical view,” Dominique said, standing up in the shallow end. “I know you don’t mean that.”
The bartender handed me a fresh Manhattan, then moved to sweep up the glass. I downed the entire drink. It was perfect as always.
“Dominique,” I whined. “I am still a young man! Being a father makes you old. Makes you have responsibilities!”
“This is a good thing,” assured Dominique, pounding his chest. “We are men. We take on responsibilities. Besides, do you not remember this woman from the party?”
I thought about it. I did remember her. The sex was incredible. She was a gorgeous, vivacious woman, but weren’t they all in Los Angeles? As I sat there drinking, I began to remember more of the night. It was a great deal of fun, but did I really know this woman? Dominique seemed to like her, but he liked liver pate, so what did he know?
“Who is this woman? This Savannah? What is she like? I know nothing about her!”
“She is beautiful, sensual and loving,” said Dominique. “That’s all I need to know about her.”
“But what of the books she’s read? The things she knows? The television shows and movies she likes? What of all this, huh?”
“What kind of man spends all day with his wife, Byron? You will still have a life outside your marriage. Personally, I hope the child is mine. I will marry her immediately.”
“You have told her this?”
“No, but I will marry her,” promised Dominique. “And even if the child is yours, I will do this too.”
Wait a minute! He can not be a father to my child!
“No!” I said, marching to the edge of the pool. “I will marry her if the child is mine! It is the honorable thing to do!”
Dominique laughed as he did a back stroke.
“Honorable, ha! You are down here and where is she?”
“In her room where I left her,” I explained. “I did not touch her!”
“Touch her all you want, she’s already pregnant!” laughed Dominique. “I made sweet love to her all night.”
“But what if she’s carrying my baby?!”
“Then you should go make sweet love to her,” said Dominique. “If it is my baby, I will not hold it against you.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, horrified. “I freaked out and stormed away. She must be furious with me!”
“You did what?” said Dominique, standing up in the pool. “Aw, no-no-no-no-no. You must apologize to my future wife.”
“My future wife! Possibly.” I added.
I rushed back to Savannah’s room. The four Manhattans had cleared my head. I was a fool to be so rude, but she just blindsided me with the revelation. Who tells someone that they’re pregnant like that? Just blurt it out!
Halfway back to her room, I found Savannah walking into the lobby with her bag. She was crying.
“Wait, where are you going?” I called to her.
“What do you care?!” she snapped. “I’m leaving!”
“Aw, no-no-no-no-no. Please,” I begged. “I was very rude before. I was just in shock. Will you please come back upstairs with me?”
“Why should I? You’re horrible! You said all those mean things to me!”
“I did and I apologize,” I said. “I have led a very sheltered life. I do not deal with such news very well. Please, I promise, if you come back upstairs, I will not raise my voice again. Not once.”
Reluctantly, Savannah got into the elevator with me. I carried her bag and tried to get her to smile. She folded her arms and looked away from me. This was going to require a little more charm and possible two or three more Manhattans.
We got back to her bedroom. I set her bag aside and offered her a seat. She sat down and looked away. I handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
“I’m dealing with enough, ya know?” she cried. “I have a career that’s in danger of ending if this gets out. You, you get go back to your castle and your piles of gold!”
“I am so sorry,” I apologized. “I did not mean to upset you. I was just surprised by the news. It is frightening news to know that you might be a parent.”
“Well, how do you think that makes me feel?”
“Look,” I confessed. “I was raised by nannies my whole life. I did not want that for my kids. I never really thought about kids before because I was scared. This is a lot of responsibility and I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“At least you had a father that was around,” she said. “My father took off and I barely saw him. You have money and choices. What’s this baby going to have? Another absent father?”
“No,” I insisted.
It was time to man up. It was time to take on responsibility.
“This child will not want for anything,” I assured her. “This I promise.”
She looked away, but I turned her head toward me and looked into her deep blue eyes.
“This I swear,” I whispered. “This child deserves more. You deserve more.”
“Byron, did you really remember me from the night of the party?” she asked.
“I did,” I admitted. “But I was very drunk too, so some of the night--- It is a blur. But I remember we had a very good time, yes?”
“Yeah,” she smiled, remembering fondly. “I’m sorry, if I’m emotional or over reacting. My hormones are going a little crazy right now.”
“No-no, you have nothing to apologize for,” I insisted. “I forgot myself. I am a Royal and a member of the Royal Family should always present himself with respect and dignity, not to just himself but to all those around him.”
“Your embassy is fantastic, by the way,” Savanah complimented. “Aaron showed me around. It’s so big.”
“Yes, it is easy to get lost in. Have you found your stay enjoyable?” I asked.
“I have,” she said. “Are you willing to get the paternity test?”
“Of course, of course,” I assured her. “We must find out whose baby it is. I am excited now for it to be mine.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Although I am frightened that I might be a terrible father, I am excited to see the child. What will they look like? What will they do? How do we raise them? And the things I could teach it.”
“You mean like not referring to your kid as an it?” she joked.
“Yes,” I laughed.
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�Don’t worry, I’m scared too,” she said. “A few of my friends have kids and they say it changes your whole life. Mostly, I never see those friends that have kids, ya know? They’re just so busy raising them.”
“But it is a joy, they say,” I added.
“Yeah,” she said. “Thanks for coming back, Byron.”
“I will not leave like that again, Savannah,” I assured her.
“You promise?”
“Even if the baby is not mine,” I assured her. “I promise to never be that rude to you again.”
“Thanks.”
We looked into each other’s eyes. There was a spark and we kissed. Her kiss was something else I remembered. It was warm, inviting and invigorating. It was like kissing someone for the first time. I pulled back and looked at her again to be sure. We embraced and kissed more passionately now. After a few moments, we were overcome.
Chapter 7
Savannah
What the hell am I doing? My God, I just had sex with Dominique last night! Does Byron know? Are they both playing some sort of game with me?
“I don’t know if we should be doing this,” I said, as Byron nuzzled my neck. “You and Dominique are friends, right? You’re not going to fight over me?”
“We Europeans take a more enlightened view of relationships,” he said assuring me. “We do not fist fight over every look and kiss. We are grown ups and we like to have grown up fun. As much as possible.”
He backed me up against a wall and put his hand between my legs. My hormones were racing and his kisses were setting me on fire. I was getting so wet! I could feel my juices soaking my panties and running down my leg. I couldn’t help myself! I put my hands all over his sleek, hard body. Yes! This was the body I remembered from the party. I would have him and damned the consequences!
“That’s it, Byron,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Take me!”
Before I knew what was happening, Byron had me on the bed. He was kneeling in front of me and taking down my panties. He stuck his head under my skirt and started licking me voraciously. I could feel his tongue explore every fold in my pussy. He used his fingers to penetrate my pussy and my asshole together. He developed a good rhythm and fingerfucked me to climax.
“Oh, God. Yes! Like that.” I squealed.
He started taking off his clothes. His tan, rippling muscles and tattoos were like an add for Abercrombie and Finch. And that package! I couldn’t help by grab his bulge through his spriefs. He was packing a cock and a half!
I pulled down his underwear, freeing his cock. I put the end in my mouth and sucked on it. Something had come over me. I had been into sex before, but no like this. I wasn’t just licking his cock, it was like I was worshipping it with my tongue. I did the same with his balls.
“Oooo!” he said in surprise. “You are a woman of many talents, Savannah. That feels wonderful.”
I tore off the rest of my clothes.
“Take me, Byron. Stick your fat cock inside me, please!” I begged.
He smiled and rubbed the head of his dick on my slit. Then he pushed it up, pushing the hood of my clit and just touching it.
“Oh, God!” I gasped. “Just like that. Touch it, please!”
I was helpless before him. I spread my legs and welcomed his hard cock. He slowly stuck it in and my eyes rolled back into my head. I could feel the insides of my pussy stretching and every vein in his shaft was like a bit of extra pleasure for me. He lifted up my legs and brought my ankles up almost above my head. This gave him extra depth and me extra pleasure.
“Your pussy,” he gasped. “It’s almost boiling! I’ve never experienced something so hot!”
“Oh, God! Just keep doing that. Yeah! Don’t stop! Right there, Byron. Oh, Byron!”
I came all over his cock. I could see the water squirting out of me and a little up his torso. He grunted in pleasure. It felt just as good to him, if not better.
Then, suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me over. He started doing me doggie style. He grabbed both my wrists and held them. I felt completely helpless under his power and it made me cum again and again. I was screaming and crying into the pillow in pleasure. I couldn’t believe he could hold out this long. Both princes were such great fucks.
He came deep inside me. I screamed. It sent me over the top and I was quivering from the intensity of the orgasms.
“Uhhhhhnnnn,” he grunted. “Ah, yes! Yes!”
He pumped his load in me and I could feel it filling me up, but it wasn’t over. He was still hard! He kept going! He pulled out and offered me his cock.
“Please, suck me again!” he begged. “I don’t want to stop. Suck me again and I shall fuck you some more!”
I did as he requested tasting my own juices on his hard shaft. Byron was glistening with sweat and I could taste that saltiness dripping down on his cock.
“Take me in the ass, Byron,” I offered. “Stick your hot cock right up my ass!’
He bent me over on the bed and stood up on the sheets. Then he proceeded to gently push into my asshole. I was flicking my clit as he did. The whole thing was getting me to cum and cum again! His cock inside my ass was even more tight and I could feel even more, while being stretched. It was like finally scratching an itch you couldn’t reach. I moaned deeply into the pillow every time he plunged his shaft deep within my confines.
“Oh, fuck, this is amazing!” he shouted. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”
He said something similar in his native tongue which I think was the equivalent of “Holy shit!” or “Dear God, this amazing!” I was cumming out of my pussy now constantly, it seemed. I never knew I could produce so much cum! At this point, I thought I’d start to get dehydrated.
“Are you ready, baby?” he moaned. “Are you ready to feel my cum in your asshole?”
“Yes, Byron! Cum in me. Cum in meeeeeee!”
Byron’s load exploded inside me and I swear it was bigger than the first. I was impressed he could cum twice in such a short amount of time. His cum blasted inside me and wave after wave of orgasm hit me. I couldn’t talk properly now, I was just moaning incoherently.
“You like that cock, huh? You like my cock?”
“Yes, I love it,” I managed to say.
He managed to fuck me in my ass until his cock had gone too limp to get back inside, but he wasn’t done yet. Amazingly enough, Byron laid me back down and started eating out my pussy again. These God damned Europeans didn’t give a fuck! Oh, my God! It was amazing! My pussy was a little sore from all the fucking, but now he was licking it again. I started cumming again and again. I was almost crying in joy. Never had I cum so many times in a short period.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I almost passed out. The entire inside of my body was vibrating with the intensity of his tongue licking. Every one of my nerve endings seem to come alive and I could feel everything. Every touch, every lick and every nibble. A couple of times, I actually considered telling him to stop so I could catch my breath, but I didn’t.
Finally, he was done. I had felt like I had been tortured by the nicest torturer in history. The lengths he was willing to go to just to bring me pleasure were impressive, not to mention his overall skills in the bedroom.
As I lay in his arms, I couldn’t help but think about my situation. Had I just made it infinitely worse? Byron said Europeans didn’t fight of their women, but maybe that wasn’t totally true. And now, how could I choose a prince. They were both so handsome and charming and sexy. Sure, Dominique was more dominant and I did get into an argument with Byron, but Byron was more passionate.
I guess I could let the paternity test decide for me. Whoever “won” this contest would have me and the loser--- Well, could either of them be losers when I slept with them? Oh, God. Would that be somehow awkward later? They were friends.
Resting with Byron, I listened to his heart beat and quickly found myself sleeping in his muscular, protective arms. At the moment, nothing seemed to bother us. We were just satisfied and happy.
Chapter 8
Dominique
The next morning, I had decided to take our guest shopping. If this baby was mine, it was important that I show Savannah that I can provide for her and the baby like no one else. Of course, we couldn’t go shopping in Los Angeles. I’m not a tourist. I would have to take her to the proper shops in Paris for the day.
As I approached the guest wing, I saw her door open. Byron popped his head out. He didn’t see me and I backed into the shadow of a column before he looked in my direction. Satisfied that he thought no one was watching, he snuck away.
The fool! This time of the morning someone might see him. The servants talk! I told him to come here, but I did not want him to be seen! Where is his common sense? Where is his discretion?!
Bursting into the room, I decided to confront Savanah.
“Savannah, you’ve slept with Byron,” I stated.
For a moment, she looked ashamed, but then composed herself.
“I did,” she said cautiously. “Don’t be jealous.”
“I am not jealous!” I said, perhaps a little too forcefully. “I am angry because Byron shows no discretion.”
“Discretion?” she said warily. “No offense, Dominique, but you guys don’t exactly have a reputation for that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“The press here labeled you two as the “bad boys of Europe” and that you’re both wild and crazy. Your parties, your women--- They’re all in the tabloids.”
“I do not dignify such rubbish by reading it,” I dismissed.
“Good for you, but it doesn’t change the fact that you have a reputation,” Savanah continued. “If you two had any discretion, you wouldn’t have that reputation. I think you’re just mad that he was in here with me and in me.”
“You are very vulgar,” I said.
“And you are an arrogant prick,” she said insultingly. “You think just because your family’s rich you get to control everything. Can we please get the paternity test going? I mean, isn’t that important?”
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