Royal Baby Double Trouble_A Two Princes MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  I turned around. I had decided I would confront him man to man. We were like brothers, Dominique and I. Sure we fought. Sometimes we fought bitterly, but in the end we always came back together. There had to be some way for us to work this out. I found Dominique at the bar watching the waves. He gestured for me to sit and for the bartender to bring me a drink.

  “You have to try this man’s Hurricanes,” said Dominique. “He is a true master mixologist.”

  “I will,” I said. “But I first must speak with you with a clear head. We have much to talk about.”

  “You sound like you have much on your mind, my friend,” said Dominique, looking into the bottom of his glass. “I think I know what this is about.”

  “Then I think you know what I am going to say,” I began. “You have been my friend for years, Dominique. I do not want to lose that. You are like a brother.”

  “I feel the same way,” he said looking away. “I acted jealous. I was very angry when you took Savannah away and I lost my temper during the tennis match.”

  “This is all water under the bridge,” I assured him. “I too have deep feelings for Savannah. I did not consider yours. This baby is a blessing, no matter whose it is.”

  The bartender brought my drink and took Dominique’s empty glass away to refill it.

  “So what do we do, huh?” said Dominique. “My father is too traditional. I don’t think he would understand an arrangement between the three of us.”

  “Do we live for our fathers? Hmmm?” I questioned. “We are men. Do we not live for ourselves? Do we not live the life that we want to lead?”

  “How can we do that when only one of us can be the father of this baby?” he asked.

  “You are a good man,” I said. “Regardless of how a baby came into my life, I would want my friend in its life. I can tell you that I am afraid of being a father.”

  “Afraid?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why do you say this?”

  “It is a big responsibility,” I said. “What if I failed the child? There are true monsters in this world. We live in fantastic luxury. You and I both have seen what it can do to people. They turn dark. Consumed by their passions and hungers.”

  “I do not wish this for my child either,” said Dominique. “Nor anyone’s.”

  I tasted the Hurricane. It was indeed very impressive and tasty.

  “You and I have shared women,” I said.

  “At parties, on vacation,” recalled Dominique. “These were just short times. Flings. This is very serious.”

  Dominique stood. He looked a bit cornered and unsure of how to react.

  “Byron, we are royals,” he said. “They talk about us when we are doing perfectly normal things. This would be unusual. You and I sharing a woman for a long term relationship--- It’s never been done.”

  “By Royals, no. Although there were plenty of our ancestors, both men and women, who had multiple relationships simultaneously. This was known to the court, but kept discreet,” I reminded him.

  “You are saying, we should be discreet then?”

  “This is the age of the Internet, my friend,” I said. “There is no such thing. But there are modern people in relationships such as this. Perhaps it is time to be more open as Royals about this sort of thing. I looked it up. It’s called polyamorous relationships.”

  “My father will never approve,” said Dominique. “He will disown me.”

  “Will he? I think he is bluffing. Perhaps standing up to our parents--- Calling their bluff--- This is what it means to be men. Forging our own path, regardless of the consequences, huh?”

  “You make it sound so easy,” said Dominique. “Our ancestors used to cut off the heads of people that defied the king.”

  “Ah, you watch too much of Game of Thrones,” I dismissed. “These are modern times. Polyamorous relationships are modern relationships.”

  Dominique sighed and looked out over the horizon. He then looked at me.

  “With you and Savannah by my side, how can I lose, Byron?” he said, smiling.

  “Ha! That’s the spirit,” I said. “A toast. To new beginnings.”

  “To forging our own path,” he toasted.

  We drank. Now it was official.

  “I hope it is your baby,” I said. “I know how much you want a son.”

  “You are not warming up to the idea?”

  “I am,” I admitted. “But I want to see you try first. Then I learn from your mistakes. Clever, no?”

  “Here’s to fatherhood, my friend,” toasted Dominique.

  “To fatherhood!” I cheered.

  “What should we name the baby, I wonder?” said Dominique.

  “That is a tough one,” I said. “In my family, we usually look to the grandparents names and pick one of them.”

  “We’ve been doing that for four hundred years,” he said. “No wonder everyone has the same name.”

  “Well, they used to have more children back in the day,” I said. “Nine or ten was not uncommon.”

  “Savannah will have to bear us many more than one, I think,” said Dominique. “Do you not agree?”

  I paused. The thought of one child running around the embassy was stressful enough, but the thought of three? Four? Ten? My God!

  “We’ll still have servants, right?” I said to check.

  “Of course!”

  “Then why not?” I added. “Let the babies come.”

  Then Dominique got an excited look on his face.

  “Byron! I just had a thought!” he said. “What if we did have many children? Like nine or ten like you said?”

  “But I didn’t mean--- To suggest that---“

  “If we had that many grandchildren running around--- Each of us fathering half. Surely our parents could not possibly object to this relationship!” he thought. “They would be overcome with joy. So many grandchildren! You know, as elderly people are often overcome, eh?”

  “Uh, it is a…thought, my friend,” I weakly agreed.

  I did not want to burst Dominique’s bubble. Regardless of whether or not we were accepted as a three-person couple, it would take several years to have that many children. The issue will have been long resolved by then either way. Dominique was desperate to tell himself it would all work out. I just decided to go along with his plan for now. Perhaps later, when he had more time to think, the real solution would become clear.

  “Let us drink to our many children,” I suggested, raising a glass. “Eventually, we will use up the grandparents names and get to pick one of our own.”

  “Or Savannah’s,” added Dominique. “Perhaps her grandparents had some more modern names. Something like Logan or Kerry or Dakota.”

  “Dakota? Whose name is Dakota?”

  “I don’t know,” said Dominique. “I thought I heard someone say it. I’m not sure, I was pretty drunk.”

  I thought about it for a minute and let the name roll around in my head.

  “Dakota,” I said. “I like it. If we don’t name one of the children that, can I use it for one of my dogs?”

  “No! It’s not a dog’s name!”

  “I called one of my dogs, Byron.”

  “You named the dog after yourself? Isn’t that confusing for the dog?”

  “Not really,” I said. “When my mother would call us for dinner, she only had to call one name.”

  “Let me run it by Savannah, first,” said Dominique. “Maybe she’s heard of the name before. Oo! Maybe one of her grandparents was named Dakota.”

  “I would bet all the money and this island that that is not true.”

  Chapter 22

  Savannah

  I found Dominique and Byron in the bar, laughing it up. It was good to see them getting along. The meeting going well had made me want to celebrate and there was only one way I liked to celebrate with the princes.

  “Savannah,” greeted Byron. “How was your meeting?”

  “It was fantastic!” I beamed. “I want to cele
brate.”

  “Come,” said Dominique. “Come sit with us. We’ll watch the sunset.”

  “Actually, I was thinking of going to bed early and having you…tuck me in,” I said in my most sultry voice.

  I turned away and shook my hips. I could hear Byron and Dominique rapidly get to their feet and follow me back into the hotel.

  “Let’s go back to my room,” I suggested as we walked. “I have a nice big, comfy bed that sleeps three. But we, uh, won’t be doing any sleeping.”

  “This woman,” laughed Byron. “She is crazy.”

  “She is insatiable,” laughed Dominique.

  I was thinking of a new position. It was one thing to sleep with two guys, but I was looking to up the ante quite a bit now. I hope they wouldn’t think it was too sleazy. It wasn’t like I was a pornstar. Then again, to the crusty old European types, all actress were basically whores. But Byron and Dominique weren’t like that. I shouldn’t be afraid to talk to them, especially on a day like today.

  “Guys,” I said leading them into the room. “I’ve always wanted to try something with two guys, but before I was embarrassed to ask.”

  “I am intrigued,” said Dominique. “Please, share with us.”

  “Well, I’d like to have sex with you both at the same time,” I began.

  “We have done this several times,” pointed out Byron.

  “Not in the same hole,” I said mischievously.

  They both laughed and I think Byron actually blushed. They looked at each other, unsure if the other was up for it.

  “You want to try it?” asked Dominique.

  “Eh, why not?” said Byron. “We practically were doing it last night in the water.”

  “Oh, good,” I said relieved. “I didn’t want you guys to think I was--- Ya know--- Easy or anything.”

  “No, baby, it’s fine,” assured Byron. “We respect you and we care about you.”

  “Yes,” added Dominique. “And we will always protect you. Together.”

  “Aww, you guys,” I gushed.

  I hugged them both. Then I kissed Dominique, then Byron and then the kissing and touching became more sensual. Our hands roamed everywhere on our bodies. It was like we were all finally free to do what we wanted. I kissed Dominique deeply with my tongue. He tasted like papaya juice and vodka. Byron kissed down the length of my body, then stuck his head under my dress and started licking my pussy.

  Byron stuck in a finger and moved it in and out slowly, then increased speed. I felt myself getting aroused and wet. His finger fucking increasingly got wetter and slappier. He then insert two fingers, while licking my clit with his tongue. He brought me to climax almost immediately.

  But Dominique was also doing the work too. He kissed me and caressed my breasts. Pulling down the front of my top, he kissed my nipples and then licked and sucked on them. All the while, I began moaning and cumming. I felt a waterfall pour out of me onto Byron’s hand.

  It would no doubt be the first of many.

  Byron started taking off his clothes and I started undressing Dominique as he continued to manhandle my breasts and kiss me. He pulled off my dress the rest of the way and Byron threw it across the room. Byron was completely naked now and I longed to have his cock back in my mouth. I eagerly gobbled it up and began sucking on it.

  Dominique set me up on all fours and began licking my asshole. He penetrated it deep with his rough tongue and ran it up and down my crack. Then he placed a finger inside, which caused me to gasp. With Byron’s little man at full attention, I went lower and started slobbering all over his balls. They tasted like a man. It was such a turn on to me!

  Grabbing both sides of my head, I let Byron fuck my mouth with his grand cock. In and out, he went as I drooled all over his unit and the bed sheets. Dominique quickly tore off the rest of his clothes and started teasing my pussy and ass with his cock. Up and down my crack he rubbed it. Finally, he rubbed it against my lower lips and pushed on my clit. I gagged on Byron’s cock as I came.

  “Sit back on my raging boner, my sweet,” said Dominique. “We shall make your sexual fantasy come true.”

  “Not yet,” I said. “I want to make you both cum first. Then we will fuck. I want a nice long fucking from both of you at the same time. Otherwise, I think you might explode in me right away.”

  “What shall we do then?” asked Byron.

  “Stand up and I shall make you both cum,” I said.

  The princes stood before me and I immediately started stroking and sucking them as fast as I could. As a preview for what we were about to do, I placed both of their cocks in my mouth at the same time. I moved back and forth, but it was hard. It was a lot of cock.

  I lifted their hard cocks up and started licking and tickling their balls. They both started moaning and grunting. I knew they were close. Finally, I put their dicks back into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could while using my tongue to stimulate them. Finally, a huge torrent of cum shot down my throat.

  “Ahhh,” said Dominique in surprise. “Oh, God! Fuck!”

  Then Byron exploded just after. My mouth was overflowing with their cum. It ran down my face and onto my bare breasts. I tried as best I could to suck it up and swallow it all. It tasted salty and a little meaty.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned in delight. “Awww, so good. I love the taste of your cum.”

  I licked them both clean and then popped into the bathroom a moment to clean up. We were all a little sweaty now, so I thought it was time to try the experiment.

  “Okay,” I said. “I think we’re ready. Who wants to be on the bottom?”

  “I will,” volunteered Dominique. “But I think I could use a little help.”

  He smiled. I immediately grabbed his cock and started to suck him off again. I got him hard, while I stroked Byron with my hand. I traded off back and forth for a minute or two. Then both were ready to go.

  “All right,” I said. “Here we go.”

  I lowered myself onto Dominique and I could feel his pulsing shaft. It was a snug fit, but it was about to get snugger. Bouncing up and down, I nearly made myself cum but it was enough to get my juices flowing again. Then Byron straddled Dominique’s legs and holding his penis with one hand, pushed into the top of my vagina.

  Right then, I nearly passed out. Never had I been stretched so far and the sensation was mind-bending. Both cocks were now inside my pussy and Byron’s cock was still not completely hard. The tightness of the vagina gripped them both and he quickly became engorged.

  “Ooooh. Ooooh,” he moaned. “Oh, my--- Jesus! God! Holy shit!”

  “Eeeeeeee,” I squealed, probably loud enough for the entire resort to hear.

  But I didn’t care. What was happening was absolute magic. I immediately started to cum and cum. The fit with their two cocks was so tight, my pussy juice squirted out at a distance from in between their members and what little space was left. Dominique tried to move in and out, but from his position, he couldn’t get much leverage. Still, it was incredible.

  “Oooooohh. Fuuuucckk,’ I squealed. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!”

  Now Byron started moving in and out. I could not even begin to describe the sensation. Their knobby cocks moving around inside my twat as I came and came. Finally, my muscles seized and both princes grunted in delight. For a moment, I felt I held both their destinies in my hand. Well, in my pussy anyway.

  “Oh, God! My God!” cried Byron. “It is incredible. I have never felt--- Oh, God!”

  Sweat was pouring off all of us. We were comingling our sweat, cum and saliva. It was all one hot, sweaty, wet mess and in the middle of it all the slapping wet sound of our genitals all fucking simultaneously. I was panting so hard, I couldn’t catch my breath. I thought I would pass out, but then the princes came.

  It was like a bomb went off in my snatch. I became filled to the absolute brim and beyond with cum. The cum poured out the edges of my hole, down my crack and dripped across my ass. The princes moaned and grunted, I could n
o longer make any sounds. I had my mouth open in a scream, but I was so fixated on the sensation in my pussy, I forgot to make noise. I just gasped breathlessly.

  We fell sideways. Both Dominique and Byron’s cocks popped out of me and I could feel their spent cum pouring out from between my legs. I couldn’t stop cumming and quivering on the inside of my body. Dominique and Byron just lay their catching their breath, but I felt like I was going to pass out. Who knows? Maybe I did for a few seconds. My head was swimming. Never had I cum so hard, so many times.

  Any reservations I had about asking to do this before were now put aside. The question was, why did I wait so long to try this? It was the most amazing feeling in the world and I couldn’t wait until it happened again. There was no going back now. I needed them both. I needed two princes to make me cum like this. Nothing else in the world mattered. This was my drug of choice now. Double orgasms.

  “It was so tight,” gasped Dominique. “Being inside you before was great, but this was incredible. Why did we never try this before, Byron?”

  “I don’t know,” he said panting. “It just didn’t seem like it would make a difference, but it totally did.”

  “I don’t think I can walk,” I said in amazement. “It’s a good thing we did this in my room. I wouldn’t be able to move anywhere else.”

  “Did you want us to leave?” said Dominique.

  “No, of course not. Not what I meant,” I said. “But maybe we’ll get room service. Get some juice up here. I could use some juice.”

  “Yeah, me too,” said Byron. “Can you reach the phone?”

  “No,” I said, not even trying to reach it. “You’re closest.”

  “Okay, give me a few minutes and I’ll call,” said Byron. “Need to rest.”

  “Dominique, can you reach the phone?” I asked.

  Dominique made a half-assed effort to sit up and then gave up.

  “No,” he panted. “I can wait.”

  “Me too,” I said.

  The next thing I remembered, it was morning.

  “Holy shit,” I said sitting up.

  Byron and Dominique were in the same position I left them in the night before. Their mouths were open and they were snoring. My talking woke them.