Double Dirty Royals: An MFM Menage Romance

by Parker Grey

  Katarina wrinkles her nose.

  “Marriage is our first choice too,” I say. “Promise.”

  She sighs, then looks back at me, over her shoulder.

  “Thanks,” she says.

  I take her hip and stroke it, trying to comfort her, but she gives me another glance, this one familiar and wicked.

  “My father’s got at least another hour before he’ll be able to see you two,” she says.

  I chuckle, stepping closer.

  “Princess, I thought you were distraught at the thought of marrying Sven,” I say.

  “I am,” she says, and smiles. “I can have more than one mood at once.”

  She leans back against me, her hands still on Dom’s chest, her ass firmly against my growing erection.

  “For example, I can be upset about this but also want a quickie with my illicit boyfriends,” she murmurs.

  I swear to God, she gets dirtier every time I see her, and I fucking love it.

  “You have to promise to be quiet,” Dom says, taking her face in his hands and grinning. “You can’t scream our names the way you did last night.”

  Katarina smiles and rolls her hips, her perfect ass firm against my erection.

  “I’ve got other plans for my mouth,” she says.

  Jesus.

  Dom kisses her, hard, and I shove both hands up her skirt. She makes a noise into his mouth, but it’s quiet enough that I don’t think anyone else can hear.

  I grab her ass. She’s not wearing panties, and I slide my fingers between her legs.

  Dripping wet. Of course. I bite the back of her neck as my cock goes rock-hard, her back arching and her ass tilting toward me.

  Dom kisses her neck as Katarina reaches behind her, scrabbling at the fly of my suit pants, but I brush her hands away and undo it myself, bringing out my thick cock.

  “You’re looking for this?” I whisper.

  Katarina just gasps and grabs it, stroking me hard once. For a moment, I think about holding her arms and bending her over, eating her ass and pussy from behind, but this needs to be quick.

  “Princess,” I growl in her ear. “I want you to sit on my cock.”

  I don’t wait for her to answer, just move to one of the chairs in the room and sit on it, pulling her behind me. She straddles me, her hands on my knees, and looks over her shoulder, her shining wet pussy in my face.

  Fuck, this is beautiful.

  I put the tip of my cock at her entrance and Katarina slides herself onto it with a gasp, taking all of me into her tight cunt with one hard thrust, her skirt bunched around her waist.

  “Fuck, I love that,” she moans, her pussy clenching around me. I grab her hips and pull her down hard, making sure she takes every millimeter of me.

  She’s so wet that her juices are dripping down my balls, and right away the Princess starts riding me, her hips bucking back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her. I keep a good grip on her hips, and after a moment, she balances and reaches for Dom, pulling him to her by the waistband of his pants.

  “I’m beginning to feel like we’re just your stable of men to fuck, Princess,” he teases, unzipping his pants for her. “Maybe you’re just using us for ours cocks.”

  She looks up at him, giving his cock a good hard stroke, still riding me slow and hard, one hand on my knee.

  Then she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth, and Dom groans, quietly.

  “Do you mind?” Katarina asks, her hand still on his cock, mine firmly buried inside her.

  “No,” I growl in her ear.

  “Not at all,” Dom says.

  Katarina takes him into her mouth again, and she bobs her head slowly down his shaft as she rides me, doing both in the same rhythm. I’ve got my hands on her hips, pulling her and guiding her, and she fucks me harder and harder, her lips moving lower and lower on Dom’s shaft.

  He’s holding his breath, watching her, and then I watch as her mouth slides all the way down, her lips touching the short hairs on his abdomen, and Dom sucks in air through his teeth.

  Katarina’s pussy clenches again around me, and I can tell she’s getting close.

  “You’re so fucking sexy with my cock down your throat,” Dom says, moving one hand to her neck as he thrusts just a little deeper, then pulls back. I know he’s feeling the bulge of his cock there, and I nearly come just remembering how that felt.

  The feeling that we have complete and total access to our princess, and that she loves everything we do to her. That’s the best part, really.

  She’s already shaking a little, her pussy muscles fluttering around me. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming, moaning into Dom’s cock as she spasms and clenches, riding me so hard I’m afraid the chair might break.

  I grunt, my forehead against the back of her neck, ready to spend myself inside her but instead she pulls herself off me and then looks over her shoulder, a hand stroking Dom’s cock, for a long moment.

  “Princess?” I gasp, still holding onto her, baffled and confused.

  Katarina smiles. Then she reaches behind herself, takes my cock, and guides it to her other hole.

  It’s all I can do to sit there, both hands grabbing her hips, as she slowly lets me enter her again. Her ass is so tight that I swear my vision nearly goes white, and as she lowers herself, bit by bit, she moans and whimpers quietly, like she can’t help herself.

  Then I’m in, and Katarina leans back against me, her body going limp as she moans again, still stroking Dom.

  “Make me come again,” she whispers.

  Dom steps forward and she takes his cock into her mouth again, swallowing it almost instantly. She rides me a little more gently with her ass, but it’s so fucking tight and hot and dirty that it takes all my self-control not to come.

  Instead I wrap one arm around her, rub her clit for a moment, and then slide three fingers into her pussy, working them against her sensitive front wall.

  She pulls Dom’s cock from her mouth and moans explosively and way, way too loud but none of us cares. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming again and this time I follow her almost instantly, my cock just about exploding deep inside her ass as she sucks Dom, who growls and pulls her hair.

  Then she collapses against me, breathing hard. I turn her head and kiss her hard, still feeling her ass clenching around my cock. After a moment, she kisses Dom, then me again, then Dom.

  “Thank you,” she finally murmurs, and I can’t help but grin.

  “You’re thanking us?” I ask.

  “For being willing to come out of the stud stable to fuck me on demand,” she teases.

  “Princess, I will always fuck you on demand,” I say, nuzzling her ear. “I love you.”

  She freezes for a moment, swallowing.

  “You do?”

  Dom chuckles.

  “I love you too, Princess,” he says. “And why do you think we’re trying to talk your father into letting us marry you?”

  “It wasn’t... that’s not what I meant,” she says quickly. “It’s just—”

  “I’m still in your ass?” I say into her ear.

  “Right,” she says, and tries to stand but I hold her down.

  “Doesn’t make it less true,” I say.

  “I know,” Katarina whispers.

  She kisses us both again, and then I let her stand, her skirt falling back down, a little shaky on her feet.

  Just as she does, a door on the far end of the room shuts. It’s quiet, but all three of us turn to look at it instantly. Dom strides to it, stuffing himself back into his pants, and opens the door, looking out into the hall.

  “Nothing,” he says.

  “Did someone see us?” Katarina whispers, her voice shaking.

  I swallow and stand, taking her in my arms.

  “I’m sure it was just the wind,” I say.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Katarina

  I’m a nervous wreck for the rest of the day. Even though I want to think that it wa
s just the wind, or just the palace settling or something, I don’t.

  I think someone saw me with Bruno and Dom at the same time.

  And I don’t think that’s going to turn out well. At the very least, I’ll probably be blackmailed, and probably worse.

  What if my father found out? I keep thinking.

  Or worse, what if the gossip press found out? They love salacious stories about royals.

  I’ve just finished a round table on economic policy when I’m staring out a window on the second floor of the palace, worrying about all this. There’s nothing I can do right now — it’s not like I can go around to everyone present at the Council and say, hey, did you happen to see me fucking two men at once behind the throne room? I was giving one a blowjob and fucking the other. No? Okay, thanks.

  But then, there was the revelation that they love me. I don’t know why I’m surprised. It seems fast, but I think that deep down, I already knew — and after all, love is love. It doesn’t have to take a long time.

  “What a lovely view,” Sven’s voice says behind me.

  I roll my eyes quickly, arrange my face into a smile, and turn, fully aware that he’s trying to be clever by saying I’m the lovely view.

  From him, it’s just gross.

  “Yes, I’m lucky to live in a beautiful country,” I say, more ice in my voice than there should be.

  “I didn’t mean the view out the window,” he says, and smirks.

  I know, I think, but I force myself not to roll my eyes.

  “I was wondering whether you’d do me the favor of taking a walk with me,” he asks. “I’ve got something very important to discuss with you.”

  He smiles a greasy smile and offers me his arm. My stomach sinks like it’s filled with lead, but I take it.

  You can say no, I remind myself. Your father will be furious, but he can’t force you.

  “You know, Norograv is home to many legendary kings of great lineage,” Sven says, leading me along the hall. “My six-times-great-grandfather was Turgev the Solid, and I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of...”

  I tune him out as we wind through the halls, and go back to worrying about my current problems. I wonder if I should just tell my father that I’m not marrying Sven under any circumstances, and then he’ll stop bothering me like this.

  We stroll into the portrait gallery, the door closing behind us. But even though we’re alone, I’m not really threatened. Even if he’s big, Sven doesn’t really seem like he could do much harm.

  “Ah yes, Erzebet the Merciful,” he says, looking at a giant portrait of some ancestor of mine in a corner of the room. “Ironically named, of course.”

  “She was relatively merciful,” I point out. “Compared to—”

  The portrait swings open, an inky blackness opening up behind it, and I stop short.

  Hands reach out, Sven grabs my arm and pushes, and then I’m inside the tunnel, mouth covered, hands held behind my back, ropes tightening, and then the portrait swings shut.

  It took seconds.

  I try to scream, but my mouth is taped shut and the sound is muffled.

  I struggle, but it’s useless. I’m surrounded by God knows how many men — Sven’s guards? — and they’re holding me so tightly that it feels as if they’re breaking all my bones.

  In the darkness, a flashlight clicks on, then shines directly into my eyes. I can’t see anything, but I can sense someone’s face getting close to mine.

  “We’ve got some important things to discuss, Princess,” Sven says, his nasal voice quiet. “Item one: I won’t have my future wife polluting herself by fucking other people.”

  My eyes go wide, and even though I hold my breath, I can feel the tears building behind them.

  Don’t cry, I think. You’re the Crown Princess, you’ll get out of this.

  Just don’t give him the goddamn satisfaction of seeing you cry.

  Chapter Twenty

  Dominic

  The King never deigns to see us, at least not that afternoon. That means Bruno and I waste an entire afternoon, sitting around, waiting for an audience with him that doesn’t come.

  It’s obvious we’re going to need another strategy. We tried to do this the right way — well, sort of — but the right way just isn’t going to work.

  Time to get creative.

  When we arrive at dinner, the Princess isn’t there, and then the meal begins without her. She doesn’t even have a place set, which is strange, to say the least.

  I look around the enormous formal dining room, and something dawns on me: Sven’s not there either.

  Alarm bells scream in my head. I turn to Bruno, ready to point out the two missing people, but he nods like he already knows.

  There are plenty of reasons that two people could be absent from a meal, but I have a bad, bad feeling about this.

  I clear my throat and address the King.

  “Your Majesty,” I start. “Is the Crown Princess not joining us tonight?”

  He gives me a long, slow, considering look. Katarina definitely has his eyes.

  “My daughter is dining with Prince Sven of Norograv,” he says. “They have a private matter to discuss.”

  I nod once, the only polite thing I can manage to do, because I feel like I might throw up.

  Katarina. Our princess, alone with him.

  It isn’t that I don’t trust her. I trust her completely.

  Him, on the other hand? Fuck no.

  “I don’t like this,” Bruno murmurs to me.

  “I don’t either,” I respond.

  We eat as fast as we can and excuse ourselves. We don’t know where we’re going, only that we’re looking for Katarina and Sven. I don’t know that she’s in danger, but the unsettling feeling I have won’t go away, the feeling that something bad is happening, and it’s up to us to protect her.

  That’s what we’re supposed to do. Protect her, the woman we both love.

  And I think we might be failing. The thought is sickening, and we tear through the palace at a run, looking everywhere we can think of, but there’s no sign of either of them.

  “If we were Sven, where would be take Katarina?” Bruno asks.

  I exhale, pacing in a tight circle. Our search so far as has been completely useless.

  “We don’t know that he’s doing something wrong,” I point out. “They could be having dinner together, somewhere perfectly innocent...”

  “Do you really think that?” Bruno asks quietly.

  “No,” I admit.

  “This really bugs me out,” he admits.

  That just makes me feel worse. Since being in the military for years, he’s got a pretty good sense about these things — when there’s danger, when there’s not. And if Bruno thinks she’s in danger...

  “He wouldn’t take her back to Norograv, would he?” I ask. “If he could get the Princess out of the country, it would be a lot harder for anyone to rescue her.”

  Bruno considers this, but shakes his head.

  “If he did, he’d be caught at the border,” he says. “And he’d have taken her during full daylight, which is pretty hard. No, I think they’re still here, somewhere.”

  I sigh again, pushing one hand through my hair, the way I do when I’m stressed, anxious, or angry, or when I’m all three, like I am right now.

  “Okay,” I say. “If I were at home, at the palace in San Javier, where would I take a girl I wanted to...”

  I swallow.

  “...Hide?” I finish.

  Bruno looks at the ground, thinking.

  “That might be the wrong question,” he says.

  I look up at him, raising my eyebrows.

  “Your palace is on a sea cliff, so it hasn’t got a proper basement,” he says. “But in Materbourg, we’re very proud of our dungeons.”

  Of course. Of fucking course. The dungeons in pretty much every palace are long out of use, a spooky place that mostly stores old furniture and gardening equipment.

  I
t’s a great place to hide someone you don’t want found.

  “Come on,” Bruno says, already speed-walking. “They showed us the door the first day of the Council.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Bruno

  We race down the big stone hallway and through the labyrinthine palace. We get turned around once or twice, but finally, on the first floor, we see it: a huge wooden door, bars across its one tiny window, and we heave it open, descending the stone stairs into the chilly damp.

  I hate dungeons. They just feel unpleasant, and this one’s no exception. It’s been wired for electricity sometime in the past hundred years, but it’s lit by dim bare bulbs hung every ten feet or something, which just adds to the creepy feeling.

  It’s also eerily silent, which isn’t surprising.

  At the bottom of the stairs, Dom and I hold our breath and listen. I’m praying that we’re not wrong about this. It feels like we’re on the right track, but God knows I’ve been wrong before.

  And if we’re wrong, then Sven is racing out of the country with Katarina right now, and her chances of coming back to us lessen with every second.

  It’s totally silent, save for a faint, slow dripping sound that echoes through the stone chambers. We’re in a wide hallway that’s lined with cells on either side. The first three all have rusty iron bars across the front, the doors slightly ajar.

  The last two are just stone walls with heavy metal doors.

  Something skitters behind us, the noise echoing, and we both turn but I’m nearly positive it’s just a rat, so we ignore it, still listening.

  With every second, my heart sinks a little more.

  “Bruno,” Dom finally whispers, his voice nearly swallowed by the strange silence of the dungeon. “I think we were—”

  There’s a faint cry, barely audible, and even though I almost can’t hear it, I know it’s her.

  Dom takes off like a shot, running down the cobblestoned hall, his feet slapping loudly against the stones.

  “Hey!” I hiss. “What are you doing?”