by Lana Hartley
Nathan comes right over and acts as if Vincent isn’t in the room. He hugs me. The embrace is quite strong, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing me tight.
I hug him back. “How are you?” I kiss his neck and breathe him in, my new favorite thing to do.
“I’m good now.” He grins. His smile is all sorts of dirty. I haven’t forgotten about our night in the conservatory—how could I? It’s the brightest star in my memory sky.
“Have you been sleeping okay?” I ask him. He knows what he means. And though he nods, his eyes seem to give me a different answer.
Oh no.
Vincent comes over and hugs and kisses me.
“Princess Isadora,” he says. He wants me to know that it’s about me. With Nathan, it may be about him. His issue with these nightmares.
Vincent takes me by the hand and pulls me out to the terrace. He holds my hands in his and kisses them.
“How was your day?”
“It was fine, Vincent, how was yours?
“It was great, I spent it thinking about you.”
I smile. “That’s sweet.”
“It was very nice,” he says. “And now you’re here in front of me. And so is Nathan,” he says darkly.
“I’m glad we’re all here together,” I say. “I think it’s going to be an unforgettable night.”
“You deserve to be happy.”
Nathan appears, along with his strange energy. I want to be alone with him. He had another nightmare, I can tell.
Vincent rushes inside to get some wine and food that has been left for us. I am kind of hungry, but right now my eyes are on Nathan.
“It happened again,” I say to him, “didn’t it?”
He nods. “This time she got in the house.”
I don’t know what that means, other than it’s bad, and Nathan looks very scared. It makes me want to do whatever I can to get his mind off of it.
Vincent arrives before I can say anything else, interrupting our private conversation. He even pours Nathan a glass of wine, which I find very sweet.
“Don’t tell him,” Nathan whispers to me. Nathan doesn’t want to seem vulnerable in front of Vincent. He doesn’t want to seem weak.
“Of course,” I say, and we take our wine, and I wonder what we toast to.
“To tonight,” Vincent says. “Because it will never happen again.”
What does that mean? I’m bewildered. We raise our glasses, however, and they clank. We toast and look at each other expectedly.
“I want to be first.” Nathan’s frankness actually makes me laugh so hard that wine almost shoots out of my mouth.
“Maybe try to be a little less of a jerk,” Vincent says.
“Hey,” I say. “He’s not a jerk—he’s just…”
“I want what I want when I want it,” Nathan says. “And I say what others are thinking. For example, you know you were thinking the same thing—you want her first, you want to be the one who gets her open first, tastes her, tastes the day on her and suck it away and get her ready for night. That’s what I want to do, too—so I just said it—and that’s the difference between me and you,” Nathan says before picking up his wine glass and holding it up. “I say we toast to being honest tonight and saying what is really on our minds.”
“Me too,” I say, dumbly, and now Vincent’s eyes are on me like headlights down a dark, dreary street.
“Tell us what is on your mind then,” Vincent says.
I pause and sip my wine, waiting for the second it hits me and relaxes me.
“Um, well.” I look at Nathan. “I’ve been worried about you two.”
“We’re fine,” Nathan says, “As you can see.” Ugh. He’s got his guard up. Mr Cool Just Wanna Have Sex. That’s who he is tonight.
“Okay.”
“Princess Isadora,” Vincent says. “My I take you out to the garden for a minute?”
“What?”
I can feel Nathan not liking this idea.
“Tonight she stays in the Royal Chambers,” Nathan stresses. “We all do.”
What is with Vincent? His eyes look moistened with tears.
“Is that okay?” I ask him.
“Yes,” Nathan answers for him. Nathan is annoying me a little. He walks back into the room. He looks so handsome it’s almost too much to look at him; it’s almost too much to handle.
I sip my wine and look at Vincent very attentively. He needs attention. He needs to tell me something.
“Isadora, are you in love with Nathan? More than you’re in love with me? The way you look at him, it’s like a little girl looking at a puppy.”
“I care about him—I care about you both, but perhaps Nathan has shared with me some personal things and you… I don’t know, Vince.”
“Perhaps I’m not as interesting as Nathan, I’m not haunted. It’s alike a haunted house… I’m just an empty new house.”
“No, no, Vincent, you’re not empty.”
“Isadora,”—his voice is dark, stern, drawing my attention to him directly—“you’re the most exciting thing that’s happened to me.” He sips his wine. “Maybe that’s it.” He looks out into the garden, his favorite place. Maybe because he’s waiting for things in him to grow too, to be bright and colorful just like that garden he’s so obsessed with. “Which can be great for me, but it’s probably so boring for you.”
“It’s not, Vincent.” I feel like my words aren’t convincing enough. I place my hand over his wrist and tug, wanting him to come near for a kiss. The kiss will prove I do want him.
He kisses back, and we get very handsy. I place my hand on his trousers, which fit him perfectly, and I slide my hand along the length of his cock.
“Isadora…” he says my name with so much need and appreciation. It gets me so warm and wet. He will take me now—right in front of Nathan—to give him a run for his money.
Vincent places me down on the bed, and Nathan goes back out on the balcony. Does he not want to watch? Is he riddled with jealousy?
Vincent opens his trousers and grazes his cock along my thigh. He captures my mouth with his in a slow kiss, but I can’t keep my eyes off Nathan, sitting alone on the balcony. He doesn’t appear interested that Vincent is having his way with me.
Vincent doesn’t seem to notice that my attention is elsewhere as he plants his face is in my breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. The friction of his touch causes my back to bow, pushing myself toward him. To feel of his teeth there excites me, and I feel a dampness between my legs. His fingers move between the lips of my pussy and he draws them back and amuses over the glistening juices coating his hand.
He pushes two fingers inside me as he continues to suck my nipple. He works me over so thoroughly that when he finally thrusts himself up into me, his back muscles popping out when he does so, that I’m on the verge of climax almost immediately.
“AHHH!” I let out a great big sigh and look over and find Nathan has turned the chair around in the opposite direction so he can watch. Vincent grinds into me with perfect strides, his precision calculated and his rhythm paced. Nathan’s eyes never leave mine as Vincent fucks me, the night wind sweeping his hair across his beautifully tanned face.
“AHHHH!”
“Mmm,” Vincent moans, pleased with the way I’m receiving him.
I’m very wet and tight around his cock as it pushes its way in and out.
Nathan stands from his chair, his beautiful feet touching down on the cobblestones of the balcony as he strides into the Royal Chambers. He places his hand on my face, running his knuckles down to my chin.
“She’s beautiful,” Nathan says, watching my facial expressions as I start to glow from another orgasm that courses through my core.
When Vincent finishes, delivering another powerful thrust before coming, he leaves me on the bed and lets Nathan take over.
I want to ask him about how he’s been sleeping, about the nightmares, but I also get that this isn’t the appropriate time. He places his arm
s under my knees and spreads me wide apart and looks up at my pussy. My nipples are very erect, my tits juggling as he gets me in a nice position. He flicks his tongue along my sore pussy where Vincent has just hammered me into having two big orgasms, but Nathan seems to think there’s more to be given, and he’s going to get those orgasms to come with his tongue. He also uses his thumb, which is nice and thick, and slides up inside of me. It seems to trigger all the right spots so my body bows off the mattress and contorts in pleasure.
“Still, Isadora,” he demands. But it’s hard when he absolutely knows how to touch me, and my pussy seems to be in some constant orgasmic state so that anything that contacts it sends me spiralling like an uncurled ribbon.
I move about until Vincent sets on the bed and silently, gently offers his help to Nathan. I think Vincent, because he’s a total sweetheart, just wants to help me when it comes to my pleasure. His strong hands knead my breasts as he trails kisses along my collarbone.
Nathan moves his finger around my clit in a circle, sliding it between my lip and the clit and then to the other side. The way he does this is so erotic and patient and focused.
“Oh…” I feel like I’m being probed. I feel like he’s trying to figure out every spot of me and how it works.
“Oh…god…”
I feel the orgasm in my stomach, and it somehow doesn’t become the sharp intense one I was expecting, but I still come. Nathan has the nerve to show me the little white cum on his fingertip as he takes from me, before he puts his finger in his mouth and licks it clean.
The orgasm has shut me down, the multitude of releases the princes have gifted me tonight alone leaving me exhausted and weak. Nathan anchors himself above me, motioning for Vincent to move. Vincent walks out to the balcony allowing us privacy. Nathan lines himself up and fucks me good and solid, my legs aching and sore by the time he collapses on top of my chest. We lie there for quite some time, my fingers in his hair, and Nathan’s breathing shallows as he drifts to sleep.
It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I watch him for a few more seconds, lost in a peaceful sleep, before walking out to the balcony. I think Vincent wishes to talk. I don’t know what time it is, but judging by how much time we’ve already spent together and how solid black it is around the castle, except for the lampposts burning in the garden, I’d say two maybe three in the morning.
“I have this…” He looks off into the garden, but he doesn’t have that faraway look in his eyes that Nathan has a lot. Vincent is right here, right now.
“Tendency to think about the future instead of wallowing over the past; do you know why, Isadora?”
I shake my head. My pussy is still deliciously sore from what they both did to me. I’m in some blissful state of euphoria, but I am listening. I sip the wine, which just adds to my awesome relaxed state.
“Because it’s a waste of time. What we have is the future—the past doesn’t exist, Isadora. You should just turn it off.”
I know he means Nathan. Nathan does seem hung up on the past.
“Well, yes,” I reply thoughtfully. I never want to step on Vincent’s feelings. “But maybe…something in the past has changed someone, and until they face it, they’re not free.”
I worry Nathan may be awake and listening, but I turn to look at him and see his eyes are still closed. That doesn’t mean he’s asleep, though; he might just be pretending.
“You’re only free, Isadora, when you let go of the past,” Vincent stresses.
“Yeah but…” I stop. I don’t want to argue. Does Vincent? What’s got his goat? I don’t think Vincent’s had anything but a sweet life, sweet as a bakery open all night. Nathan is haunted by something, and he still has nightmares. Obviously, his past is trying to interfere with his future, and I want to help him.
“I don’t have anything to do but make you happy,” Vincent tells me. “I don’t have anything holding me back. I don’t have anything I’m struggling with.”
“I’m glad, Vincent,” I tell him. I reach out and touch his hand and hear troubled moaning from the bedroom. Nathan is caught in some terrible dream. His head tosses back and forth.
“No,” he’s saying. “Please…”
I get up and walk over to the bed and shake him awake.
“Nathan, baby?” I sit on the edge of the bed and gently touch his face. He stares at the ceiling, sweat covering his body. “You were having a bad dream—was it her?”
“She’s here,” he says, looking around the room on full alert.
“No, sweetie, no one’s here.” I move my hand in a sweeping gesture about the room. “See? Just me and Vincent.”
Nathan sits up in bed, his beautiful body glistening in sweat, and takes a cigarette out and lights it. He takes a drag and lets out a thick cloud of smoke before saying another word. Then he gets up and walks out onto the balcony. Vincent offers him a glass of wine, but it’s not Nathan’s style. He prefers the hard, fiery threat of whiskey. He chucks it down, and the nightmare of that woman following him around starts to fade. He is sitting in the chair and puts his strong fingers around my wrist and pulls me toward him and we kiss. That, too, will probably help him forget the nightmare.
“I’m sorry you keep having these,” I say.
“You have to let it go,” Vincent offers his advice. “Whatever it is that is haunting you. I bet once you do, it will stop.”
“It won’t let me go,” Nathan says as he stares down at my hand and runs his thumb along my knuckles before bringing it up to his mouth and kissing my hand.
“I can still taste you. I woke up tasting you in my mouth, and it was the sweetest thing. You taste so good, Isadora. I want to taste you over and over and over again.”
“Oh, Nathan.” Nathan stands up, his cock still erect, and pulls me up with him, pressing me against his chest.
“Come to bed with me, please. If you’re there I won’t have another nightmare.”
“Of course, just give me a moment, sweet boy,” I say. I know Vincent still wants to talk. Nathan nods and goes to bed, but he doesn’t dare close his eyes. He watches us instead.
“Maybe he’s lying,” Vincent has the nerve to say. I almost slap him, but it’s not my style. I adore both Nathan and Vincent.
“How could you say that?”
“Because no one ever knows what is going through another person’s head. He could be lying to win you over, to bring you and him closer. I’d never lie to you, Isadora, or claim I was having some nightmare to get your attention. Real men don’t do these sorts of things.”
“Yeah, real men plant roses,” Nathan says, sounding so sardonic as he appears behind us, lighting another cigarette. He is livid at Vincent’s audacity to call him a liar.
I think a fight might break out.
“Isadora likes the garden, don’t you, Isadora?” Vincent asks. I do like the garden. Who doesn’t like garden? I look at Nathan.
“Now, boys, let’s not fight.” I circle my fingers around both of their wrists and kiss them both on their faces. Vincent shaved today, Nathan didn’t bother.
Nathan looks me dead in the eye. “I’m not lying to you about these nightmares.”
“I know.”
Nathan goes back to the bed. I can tell his temper is still boiling. Vincent sits in the chair and rests his legs on the table and finishes his wine.
“The garden is very nice,” I say. He doesn’t seem to be buying it. “Those flame flowers, what are they called?”
Vincent doesn’t answer for quite some time. Then he finally says, “Gloriosas.”
“That’s such a pretty name…I should be able to remember it.”
Vincent smiles. “If I ever have a daughter that is what I wish to name her— Gloriosa.”
“Oh that’s pretty.”
“As she would be,” Vincent says, walking over to the balcony. “If she’s ours.”
The way he says this turns me on.
I walk over and stand behind him, running my hand along the ba
ck of his neck before kissing him there gently. I know Vincent is a lover; Nathan is too, but he’s also a bit of a fighter. Maybe he has to be. Maybe he needs to fight off those nightmares. His demons.
“Isadaora.” I love the way he says my name. I run my hands over his hips to the front of his trousers.
“Why do you insist on putting these back on? Take them off.”
Vincent turns around and unzips his trousers, then draws my lips to his.
“I want to give you the world, Isadora,” Vincent says to me. “I know that I can, too.” He looks over my shoulder, and I wonder if he’s looking at Nathan. I run my hand over Vincent’s cock, demanding his undivided attention. I think maybe he’s nervous.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“I have a request,” Vincent says.
“Of course.” This is great. I want Vincent to speak his mind more.
“Give me a blowjob, in front of Nathan…please.”
I take Vincent by the wrist and pull him into the room. There are candles lit, and a calm breeze sweeps into the room. Nathan lay wide awake in the bed, barely casting a glance in our direction as we enter the space.
Vincent sits on the bed and takes my lips with his. I run my hand over the length of his cock, the massive girth too large for my small hand. I kneel before him and open my mouth, but Vincent protests.
“No, no,” Vincent says, his voice quite raspy as he takes my wrists in his hands. His hold is gentle but firm. “No princess should be on the floor.”
He lifts me so I’m on the bed, on my knees, in front of Nathan. Nathan leans up on his elbows to watch, his trousers rising in a triangle tent shape in front. Nathan strips his pants down his strong thighs, his heavy, erect cock bobbing free, and he lay there, his hand lazily touching himself, as he watches Vincent and me.
I suck Vincent’s length in my mouth, then reach over and stroke Nathan. Nathan shifts on the bed, spreading his legs, and I cup his balls in my hand, tracing my thumb over the delicate skin.
“Oh…” He frowns, and a seductive sulk takes over his face. I look back at him and he crawls over to me, his cock perked up nice and hard now. He pulls my mouth away from Vincent and roughly takes my lips, before quickly releasing me and urging my mouth back toward Vincent’s waiting dick.