“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” I threw my head back and screamed as another orgasm took me by force.
Their thrusting got faster, and I could hear skin slapping on skin. Both of them grunted and growled with their lust on full display as they buried their cocks inside my two holes. I heard Dane’s panting getting louder and I knew he was close. His cock started to throb and pulsate inside me like I had felt before when the others were close. He drove his dick deep and then I felt the warmness as his cum filled the condom. It was enough to make me orgasm again and Simon’s thrusts continued, getting faster as he slammed into my ass. I felt him start to throb as well once Dane was done and then he erupted. He held my hips tight and started to thrust with even more fury once he started to cum.
“Oh god!” Simon folded against my back as the end of his climax sapped the strength from his body.
“You want to go next, Lenny?” I heard Maximo’s voice.
“Yeah, but why don’t you take her pussy while I’m doing it. I want to feel what they were talking about.” Lenny put his hand on my back and started caressing my sweat-covered flesh.
They started to swap places. I lifted off Dane and he slid out from underneath me. He was replaced by Maximo, who positioned his dick against my wetness. Alarm bells went off for a second when I saw that he wasn’t wearing a condom, but then I remembered our discussion from the morning. I took that as a sign that he was definitely considering it. If he put a baby in my belly, he definitely had to marry me. I smiled and started to slide onto his glans. Lenny started to slide into my ass while I sank down onto Maximo’s dick. The feeling was just as glorious with the two of them as it was with the first time I had two of them inside me.
“All right, Lenny.” Maximo reached and pinched my nipples. “Let’s fuck her as hard as we can.”
The two of them didn’t hold back. Maximo started thrusting upwards while Lenny nailed me from a slightly elevated angle. Their cocks were like torpedoes destroying what was left of me. I started to squeal and then I started to scream. It wasn’t pain I was feeling. It was the most intense pleasure ever. They hammered me so much that I felt like I was just being thrown back and forth between their bodies. I felt their hands leave me and when I opened my eyes, I saw that they had joined hands to give themselves more support. I held onto Maximo so hard that I could feel my nails digging into his skin.
“God damn, fuck! I’m gonna cum again!” It came out with an even louder scream.
The orgasm consumed my soul. It was spiritual, divine, and sent me straight to heaven, all at the same time. I felt everything go numb, from head to toe. I was spent. My body convulsed, spasmed, and then felt like jelly. They didn’t slow down. I was just a vessel for their pleasure with nothing left of my own. I felt Maximo breathing heavy and then his grunts turned to growls. He shoved his cock deep inside me and I felt cum erupt in my pussy for the first time. Maximo ejaculated, spewing his seed inside me. My pussy barely reacted except to spasm lightly while he roared. Lenny’s thrusts slowed down and then they became more erratic. I heard him grunt and then he started to release himself in my ass. The condom ballooned inside me until I thought it was going to pop, but then he slowly started to withdraw.
“You are all monsters.” I sank down onto Maximo’s chest. “Nothing is going to compare to this again.”
“Except when we do it tomorrow.” Maximo whispered in my ear.
“Yeah—I might just sleep straight through tomorrow.” I purred in response and felt the blackness of sleep engulfing me.
I DIDN’T SLEEP STRAIGHT through the day, but I didn’t budge from the mattress until it was almost noon. Even that felt like it was too early. I was weak when I woke up, still feeling the effects of the night before. My ass was sore, but it wasn’t from the spanking. It was because two huge cocks had made it their personal playground. Even the soreness in my pussy had returned, which I suspected had something to do with Maximo’s furious thrusts the night before. I was alone in the room, but when I walked into the living room area, I saw the four of them sitting around the table, playing a game of cards and smoking cigars with empty beer bottles everywhere.
“Oh my god.” I waved my hand through the fog. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to set off the smoke detectors in here—plus I’m not even sure you’re allowed to smoke in this room.”
“I disabled the smoke detector.” Lenny replied to me without even looking up from his hand of cards.
“The princess rises.” Maximo laughed and stood to his feet. “Sorry, Simon had some Cubans and that tempted me to revisit some old habits.”
They put out their cigars and did their best to clear the room. We sat together and talked as I picked at the leftovers from breakfast. After I had enough food, Maximo ran a bath and I thought I was going to bathe alone, but the four of them joined me. They treated me like a real princess, washing my hair and scrubbing my scalp. If they did my nails, I would have felt like I was in an actual spa. After my bath was done, I showered with them and we had some heavy petting, but we didn’t take it further than that. We returned to the living room and Maximo called for more food, which I was thankful for, because I felt like I could eat a house at that point.
“I don’t really want to leave this room or go back to the ball.” Simon stretched out on the couch. “I definitely don’t want to go back to my cramped room.”
“You can stay as long as you like.” Maximo chuckled. “What about you, Dane? You said you weren’t a guest at the World Ball, do you have a room at the hotel?”
“Nah.” Dane shook his head back and forth. “I actually live in New York. I found that pin on the ground and thought I’d come check the place out. I’m not regretting that decision at all.”
“Yeah, fuck leaving this room.” Lenny dropped down into one of the chairs. “I may never even go back to Kentucky.”
“Well, I’m leaving.” I looked around the room. “I cheated last night, according to the four of you. Tonight, I’m not going to cheat. I’m going to be the first one downstairs and if I see someone I like, I’m leaving with him.”
“Oh fuck.” Maximo raised his eyebrows in surprise. “We’ve created a monster.”
“We were just kidding about you cheating, you know. We kind of set you up.” Simon leaned over on his elbow. “I was just looking for a good excuse to spank you.”
“Yeah, I know you were.” I winked at him. “But I’m still going to prove that I can charm the pants off a guy on my own.”
“I guess you’re going to need a new dress.” Maximo exhaled sharply. “It looks like we’re leaving this room after all.”
Chapter 13: Prince Harland
“Another royal wedding!” My father raised his wine glass and there was a cheer from my brother’s harem of existing wives. “Rohr will be married again this spring!”
“Who is it this time? Another virgin from a third world country that he knocked up?” I stabbed my steak and looked over at my betrothed.
“No.” She trembled as she stood.
“Aria, what are you doing?” I blinked and felt my heart sink into my stomach.
“The newest addition to the royal family is Princess Aria of Lythonia!” My father roared with excitement and drank from his goblet.
“What the fuck!?” I slung my chair backwards as I stood. “I’m engaged to Princess Aria!”
“I’m the eldest son.” My brother stood and narrowed his eyes at me. “I am allowed to choose any woman to be my bride.”
“I’m going to kill you!” I jumped on the table and with a leap, I tackled my brother where he stood, hammering my fist into his face.
Yeah, I guess you could say that was a mistake.
My father sentenced me to forty lashes at the hand of the executioner and then imprisoned me for forty days with only one small meal at sunrise each day. It was the penalty for striking the royal heir to the Southern Isles. At one time, the penalty was death, but the law had been changed to something more acceptable for the worl
d media. We seemed to live and die by the world media, even though we were barely recognized as a sovereign nation in the waters near New Zealand. We were recognized as the royal family, but we held no power at all outside of my father’s court. By the time I emerged from my cell, I was weak, weary, and while the wounds on my back had healed, the scars remained.
“SON, YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND the politics of this.” My father exhaled deeply as he stood on the balcony overlooking the Southern Isles.
“Politics?” I shook my head angrily. “Do you know how absurd that sounds? We’re a monarchy. We are a part of the past. The only reason the real government even lets us keep living in this castle is because we’re a fucking tourist attraction!”
“While we may not have any say in the day to day affairs of the Southern Isles, we are still important to the survival of our country.” My father’s eyebrows came together in a concerned expression. “Lythonia needed security in knowing that their blood was represented in my court.”
“I was engaged to Princess Aria!” I put my hand to my chest. “I was going to make their blood a part of your court—our court.”
“Yes, but you are not my firstborn. Princess Aria wants to be queen. She’s the one that approached me about it. Besides, I’ve got another plan for you—one that will mean more to the Southern Isles than that union.” He leaned against the balcony. “I want you to marry an American woman.”
“An American woman?” I scoffed and shook my head. “What good is that? It’s a political nosedive.”
“Yes, but everyone loves a royal wedding. Just look how much attention England has gotten recently. Royal weddings are huge!” He turned to me and smiled. “But it needs to be a fairy tale and frankly, that’s why we need an American.”
“This is bullshit and you know it. There’s no way a Southern Isles wedding is going to draw attention from the national media. Half the world pretends we don’t exist and the other half laughs at us because my brother—your fucking heir—has married a dozen women!” I gripped the balcony angrily and then pushed back from it. “I’m done with this. If you’re going to let him marry Princess Aria, so be it. He has that claim by birthright, but I’m not marrying a random American woman because you think it would be good for publicity.”
“Then you will be exiled.” His voice stopped me in my tracks before I could get to the door.
“Exiled? You would exile your own son because I won’t bend the knee to your ridiculous request?” I turned back towards him.
“I would.” He nodded.
“Fine.” I felt my nostrils flare. “Then I will marry, but once I have taken a bride, I am challenging Rohr to Mortem Coronam. Death for the crown, crown or death.”
“You can’t.” My father’s face went white and he closed the distance between us, grabbing my arm. “Don’t you dare invoke that!”
“It is my birthright.” I jerked my arm away. “Once I am married, I can challenge my brother for the rights to throne, and I will. That right cannot be taken from me, even by exile.”
“Okay, maybe I was a little hasty. Maybe it would make sense for you to marry Princess Aria.” I could see the desperation in his eyes as he grabbed my arm again.
“You’ve already named her as his bride in a royal decree. That can’t be undone. Besides, why would I want to marry her if she’s the one who asked to marry my brother?” I shrugged. “Rohr knew Princess Aria was going to be my bride. He should have refused. He’s as much responsible for this as you are.”
Mortem Coronam hadn’t been invoked in over three hundred years. Most people outside of the royal family didn’t even know it existed. If my father wanted a media circus, then I would give him one. It wouldn’t be a royal wedding, though, it would be a political nightmare. In order to invoke the sacred challenge, I had to be declared worthy of the throne. Our laws were simple. For a prince to be worthy of the throne, he simply had to be married to a woman that could produce an heir. It would be a fight to the death in the arena and my brother could not refuse without giving up his right to the throne. I half expected him to do that. I couldn’t see my brother ever lifting a sword, much less fighting with one.
Have fun explaining that one to Lythonia. Once I’m king, I’ll exile all of my brother’s widows, including Princess Aria.
I COULD HAVE BOUGHT a bride if I wanted. It would have certainly been easier. Unfortunately, after spending forty days in a cell, I needed time to recover before I could challenge my brother and I knew things would be tense once my father told him what my plan was. I sailed to New Zealand where I took a plane to England. While I was there, I heard some people talking about the World Ball. It sounded like a great place to see if America was truly as awful as the media made it out to be. Plus, after my engagement with Princess Aria was called off, I was ready to sow a few wild oats before I tied the knot. The World Ball sounded like a great opportunity to do just that. I quickly found out that Americans weren’t just in love with British royalty—my crown was worth my weight in pussy.
“Wait, so you’re really a prince? It’s not just a costume for the masquerade?” The woman next to me giggled. “That’s sexy.”
“Here, let me give you a gift.” I reached to my lapel and removed my pin. “How would you like to spend the night with a real prince?”
“I’d like that a lot!” She nodded her head quickly.
My dick felt like it was ready to fall off after four days at the World Ball. I had fucked so many women I lost count. As soon I was done with one, I could practically trip over my next playmate before I got my foot in the door of the Grand Ballroom. Word spread quickly that I was a living, breathing, prince. I was already drunk when I walked through the doors on the fourth night. I wasn’t even sure I had in me to take anyone home that night. I got a drink and watched people file in as the music started to play. Only one of them caught my attention. She was dressed in purple, wearing a tiara, and she was loveliest looking princess I had seen since I first met Aria. I knew she wasn’t a real princess, but she took my breath away the instant I laid eyes on her.
How in the hell have I been here four days and not seen you?
Chapter 14: Lyric
I was on the prowl. It was different than the night before. I no longer questioned my confidence. While I might have technically cheated to get Dane back to Maximo’s suite, it hadn’t been intentional. I understood where I went wrong. I relied on Simon’s tactics to easily pull a man into my grasp when I should have found my own way to do it. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again, even if I did enjoy the punishment that it got me. I stepped into the Grand Ballroom and I was early, but there were already people there. My eyes scanned the room—a familiar face appeared in the corner of my eye, but it didn’t register. I scanned back and then I felt my stomach churn with excitement.
Oh my god. That can’t—Prince Harland of the Southern Isles?
His eyes had locked with mine before I had a chance to look away. It was definitely him, even if his mock-prince masquerade outfit wasn’t clear as day. I narrowed my eyes, feeling my heart beat wildly in my chest. Prince Harland wasn’t a random guy at the World Ball, he was famous. While his small island kingdom might not have gotten the same kind of attention the royals in England did, his face had been on television enough for me to recognize him. I was a sucker for royal weddings and his brother had—well, he didn’t just stop at one. That kind of killed the fairy tale for a lot of girls that obsessed over the princes from the Southern Isles, but Harland had never taken a bride.
Okay. I’m supposed to seduce someone, right? Am I really brave enough to just go after the biggest fish in the freaking ocean?
I realized as I stood there that the reason Prince Harland must have been looking at me was because of what I was wearing. I had decided to go with a princess outfit, which just happened to be random because the dress I picked out looked great with a tiara. As I stared at the devilishly handsome prince, I felt a wave of excitement come over me. I started walking tow
ards him. I wasn’t going to be pushy. He probably got that a lot. I wasn’t going to be starstruck. He definitely got that from everyone he met. It wasn’t going to be Simon’s words coming out of my mouth—I was just going to say what I was thinking. I hoped I thought of something to say that didn’t come out as a tongue-tied mess.
“Prince Harland.” I smiled as I got closer to him.
“Princess...” He tilted his head.
“Princess Lyric.” I extended my hand and he kissed it. “Although I’m not a real princess. You probably know that.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve never seen a real princess as pretty as you.”
Oh my god, I might melt into the freaking floor!
“Can I join you for a drink?” I took everything inside me to say those words without gushing the contents of my teenage-obsession right there on the spot.
“Of course.” He motioned to the stool next to him.
I’m in. I’m so in. I just need to get him in—inside me. Oh my god, did I really just think that? I’m so glad I didn’t say that out loud.
“Thank you.” I nodded and sat down, reaching for a glass of wine.
“I’m glad you came over. I was actually considering coming over to talk to you.” He turned towards me. “I thought I had danced with every pretty girl at the World Ball already.”
“I think you’ve done more than dance with them.” I tilted my head and smiled. “I know your reputation.”
“That was the young and crazy me—okay, yeah. I didn’t just dance with them.” He shrugged. “What can I say, the ladies love a handsome prince.”
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