by Lana Hartley
“Let's get you back to our rooms,” Vincent says, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.
I call one of my most trusted staffers and station him outside the pool house. I'm incredibly grateful for lack of surveillance equipment. The three of us walk quietly back to our chambers.
“So what are we going to do about my mother?” Isadora asks, her voice remarkably steady as she sits down on the bed.
“Are you certain you don’t need a doctor?” Vincent asks. I can tell he’s thinking what I am, that perhaps she's in shock.
“Yes,” she says. “I didn't want to kill her, but I can't be sorry she's gone, not when she tried to hurt both of you.”
“And I thought we were supposed to be protecting you,” I say.
“Nathan, this isn't a fairy-tale,” Isadora says, a hint of smile on her lips.
“But of course it is,” I say “and the three of us are going to have a very happy ending.”
“Not if people think that I-”
“Who would think such a thing?” Vincent asks, cutting her off.
“You spent all evening with the two us,” I say. “Trust me, Isadora, my PR secretary is a magician, and she's tougher than Theresa.
Isadora smiles. “So she didn't tell you where I was?”
“No,” Vincent says, “and I've seen grown men give up state secrets under less intimidation. I think maybe we should consider changing Theresa's position to something more in line with her talents.”
“Maybe,” Isadora says.
Ileana's funeral is a huge state affair, and Isadora plays the role of the grief-stricken daughter perfectly. I suspect some of it is genuine; as terrible as she was Ileana was still her mother, and Isadora has a compassionate heart. Everyone seems to accept the story that the queen slipped and fell at a tragically bad angle, and it's not entirely a lie.
A few reporters dare to question the official story. Vincent handles them and they only require an interview with him once to never mention the matter again.
Soon the death of the queen is behind us and without anyone to pay him Richter disappears like a ghost. I doubt we'll have need of him ever. Isadora's coronation will be soon, and with the three of us united and Isadora as queen no other nation would dare to try our combined power. That's best for them. Isadora is finally at peace. After her mother's funeral she went alone to visit her father's crypt. She returned and seemed peaceful. She hasn't had an unhappy day since the funeral, and if it's up to Vincent and I she never will.
Isadora
I sit at the head of the table in the grand dining room. Vincent is seated to my right and Nathan to my left. This dinner is the final event in my week-long coronation. I’m officially queen. I’ve shaken hands with a seemingly endless stream of diplomats and well-wishers. I’ve smiled politely and said all the proper things. This the last of the public events and then I’ll actually be able to get to work.
I want to do so much for my country, and with Nathan and Vincent by side I feel like I can do anything. I feel like the luckiest woman alive. I never thought I’d fine one man who was perfect for me let alone two. Finally the dessert is arriving. One more course and then this will be over, and I can drag the two of them off to the gardens or the conservatory, or anywhere, just so long as I can have them. I would even let them take me right here on the table in front of all of our guests. I feel myself start to get wet at the thought and shift in my seat.
"You look a little flushed, Isadora?" Nathan says in a tone that only Vincent and I can hear. “Are you okay?”
"Well, coronations aren't the most exciting thing," Vincent says “Her mind must be wandering.”
"I agree, Vincent, weddings are much more entertaining. Maybe we should have added a bedding ceremony to the coronation.”
Vincent laughs. “People still haven't stopped talking about the last one.”
“Quiet, both of you,” I say. “I certainly don’t need to be thinking about bedding ceremonies.”
“Well, what were you thinking about before, Isadora?” Nathan asks
“Yes, do tell us,” Vincent says, leaning over and brushing his fingers against my thigh. A shiver runs up my spine.
“I was thinking about all the wicked things I’m going to do to the two of you when this ceremonial dinner is over.”
“Oh,” says Vincent, “I can make everyone leave right now.”
“Oh, come now, Vincent, you know she'd prefer it if they all stayed to watch.”
They laugh, and I can’t help but smile. Perhaps this is a fairy tale after all.
Isadora
We are on the terrace of the drawing room and I can’t stop thinking of black lilies and gloriosas. I feel so much closer to Nathan and Vincent. And I wish this feeling of maybe having to choose between them would stop. It makes my stomach hurt, and I’m betrothed to them both. Still, I recall their vehemence toward each other at the betrothal ceremony. But don’t we have everything now? I should feel calmer, but I know that in truth wanting more than anything to be with them is making me restless.
“What…” I hear Nathan’s would-sentence stop dead when he sees what I’m wearing. Which isn’t much, mind you. Just a crown and my kitten heels. I mean why bother with anything else – I know where this is going to lead? And it feels so good to roam around naked. Clothes are so restricting. I should do this more often! And what it would be like to see Nathan walk around naked? That would be so adorable.
I just want the smell of them on me, that’s all I want to wear.
Nathan approaches me, pressing his hard body against my back and wrapping his strong, protective arms around me.
He starts kissing me on the neck, as I look out at the garden.
I see Vincent there, walking up. He has a cute little strut as he comes towards the mansion. I watch him as Nathan takes me from behind and his cock plummets into me. I’m very wet, and soft from a shower.
“Oh…” he moans. He is touching my breasts, his arms wrapped around me. Then he pulls out and turns me around.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Of course.”
He gently runs his hand along my face and we gaze into each other’s eyes.
“Good.” He picks me up and sets me down on the balcony. Behind me is a 40 foot drop onto the garden – the pathway made of cobblestones. If he lets me go, I could fall to my death.
“I gotcha, sweet Isadora,” he assures me.
His hands stay stationed to my hips and he glides himself up inside of me and every inch brings immense pleasure. My bottom is against the granite surface of the balcony, and it’s surprisingly smooth. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my back and thrusts up some more.
He kisses my neck and my shoulder and keeps pushing himself into me. I’m close to my first orgasm of many as Vincent walks out to the terrace and studies us. Behind us, night has lit up with the many lights around the castle’s property, and lightning bugs, and a few paper lanterns along the garden.
“Ahhh!” I cry out loudly because Nathan is delivering himself to me in a way he never has before. And Vincent is looking around, probably wondering where my clothes are.
I place my face on Nathan’s shoulder. My cheek feels like a rotting vegetable. I feel so soft and free. Who knew walking around in just a crown and shoes could feel so good. When Nathan is done, I jump off the balcony and walk around on the terrace. I prance about for them in my heels and my crown, my blonde hair falling over my shoulders.
“You look amazing,” Vincent says. Nathan fixes himself back in his trousers, tucking in his shirt too and zips himself up, stands against the balcony and lights a smoke. Everything he does is sexy; his body language is so dominant.
“I do?” I say, giggling and prancing around in front of both of them. Vincent eyes me in a way he never has before. I stand next to Nathan, my legs crossed at the ankles, my body exposed for them to see everything. Vincent comes over and kisses me softly as a breeze brings the sweet smell of his favorite flowers,
gloriosas, over to us.
“You do,” Vincent says.
We hear the voices of diplomats nearby. It’s late in the day but it’s not that late, everyone is still up and still active.
Vincent starts kissing me and as he does, I reach over and touch Nathan on the leg, running my hand over the crotch of his pants. I play with him and he turns and starts kissing me really hard and scratching up my soft face with his stubble. I kiss Nathan and then I go back to kissing Vincent while Nathan unzips his trousers and takes it back out. He just can’t keep it in his pants. He sighs against my neck as he plays with himself and it’s incredibly hot. I feel his cock against my hip and move my hand so I’m touching him. He grabs me and pushes me against the terrace and Vincent is right behind me too. One of them is touching me so the side of their hand is against my pussy. He takes a finger and touches me with excellent precision. Nathan. I know that’s his touch.
Vincent kneels down and places his hands around my ankles and looks up at my pussy as Nathan continues to circle his finger in just the right way.
“Oh…” I moan and watch as Vincent straightens up gets behind me touches my bottom. I can hear people talking outside.
“I saw it too,” one of them says, of some kind of animal they saw roaming in the garden. They continue to discuss it as Nathan starts fingering me harder and I’m sure they can hear us.
“Can they see us?” Nathan is grinning like a kid just waiting to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He lifts me up while he waits on his answer and enters me, replacing the subtle sting of a touch his finger made there with a heavy thrust and my head falls back.
“My crown!” I shout. We all laugh and while Nathan fucks me with delicious, determined stride, Vincent goes off to rescue my crown.
Nathan takes advantage of my hair being free from the crown to play with it.
“He’ll get your crown, baby,” Nathan says. “I’ll get your cream.”
We share a laugh and then he proves his point.
He kisses me a lot on my neck when we finish.
“Did you have any bad dreams last night?” I ask him. He shakes his head.
“No, baby, I didn’t.”
“Good,” I say.
I hug him and he relaxes in my arms. Normally he’s tense, which I think is the reason he drinks whiskey quite often.
“I think maybe if you focus on the future,” I suggest. “You won’t have such bad dreams.”
“Like you?” he says.
“I don’t have bad dreams; in fact, I rarely have any dreams at all…”
“Oh no, sweetie, I mean I like to focus on you – you’re my future,” he smiles.
“Really?”
He nods. I think he was listening to the conversation Vincent and I had the other night. I think he feels like he must say this to me. Or maybe he means it.
He reaches over for my hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want to be…a haunted person. You know? I want to be the type of man that’s there for you. You don’t need someone with problems, Isadora? You need to be tended to all the time.”
I get up and look out over the balcony. Where did Vincent go?
“I get what you’re saying but I feel like it works both ways,” I say.
He tenderly wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder. Then he takes his hand and fixes my hair so it runs straight down my back in a soft blonde stream of locks.
“What does?”
“I care for you too. You can’t just pretend you’re okay when you’re not.”
“Isadora?” Vincent interrupts us. He doesn’t have my crown.
“My crown? Did you know find it?” I walk over to him.
“I have it, come.” He wants to take me away from Nathan, just when I feel like I was making headway with him.
“Come where, Vincent?” I ask.
“Come.” He takes my hand and leads me around the balcony, which wraps around the castle like a tower. I look down at all the little rose petals he’s left for me. He picked them from the garden. I follow them over to my crown. He gets down on his knees and looks up at me.
“And don’t worry; I polished it off and everything, so it’s shiny and good as new.”
“Thank you, Vincent,” I say, taking the crown and placing it on my head. I offer my hands to help him up but he doesn’t’ seem to want to straight up. He is fine on his knees.
He presses his face into my thighs and inhales. “I can say I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you and this night, seeing you like this – it can save a man’s life and kill him at the same time,” he chuckles.
“Vincent,” I laugh and pay with his hair. He crawls on his knees, the palms of his hands touching the rose petals. “You’re softer than these,” he says of the petals.
“Am I?” I smile and touch his hair again and he presses his mouth against the curve of my bottom. “Yes, my love, especially right here.” He starts kissing my bottom and then my hips. “I want to treasure you every day. I can’t think of anything better than seeing your face first thing in the morning – your smile. It’s more stunning than this castle. He stands up, he puts some music on and he washed out the talking of all the diplomats. I suppose it is Friday, and I suppose their minds are racing with random thoughts.
The song is a lovely sweet song I’ve heard once before, and I’m reminded of the night with Nathan when we played the piano and I wrote our own song, Firefly.
“What are you thinking about, Isadora?” Vincent takes my hands in his and we begin slow dancing.
“Nathan.”
I think the answer stuns Vincent. I look at him and see a bit of sadness in his eyes.
“I’m just being honest. If you’re not honest, you’re not anything,” I say.
“Well, that’s true.”
We danced for a while, but there is a silence as big as an elephant.
“What about Nathan?”
“His bad dreams.”
“I just don’t understand it, you know? He needs to just let it go, and I know I’ve said this before. I just feel like with you that should be so good, you and being here, how can he have any bad dreams with all of these wonderful things in his life?”
“Am I a thing?”
Vincent stands back immediately and looks at me, deeply concerned with the fact that I would assume such a thing.
“Goodness no, Isadora!”
I feel Nathan look up and look at us just then, that shaggy hair of his in his face.
“No, Isadora, I just meant…it was very bad the way I phrased it.”
“You want to know what I’ve been thinking?” I say, moving on.
“Always,” Vincent says.
“Maybe a princess deserves two princes.”
“Not if one is good enough,” Vincent says.
Enter Nathan. I watch him walk over to us. He doesn’t need to say anything; his manly face expresses everything so much better than any verbal announcement.
He leans against the balcony, waiting for me. The dance ends and I walk over to him.
“Hello,” I smile.
“Hello Ms Thing.” He’s toying with Vincent when he says this, with his stupid “things” comment. The rivalry between them just won’t end.
I start kissing Nathan but he hugs me. He seems to want hugs the most. I hold him for a while and Vincent walks over to us and picks up his wine glass. He accidentally drops it and the sound of shattered glass startles Nathan.
“It’s okay,” I say, wrapping my arms around him and we stand there and squeeze each other tight. A groundskeeper starts sweeping the glass and I start to kiss Nathan. It’s a deep, emotional kiss.
I kiss his neck. It’s warm like a window in the summer.
Nathan takes the blanket that’s on the balcony and places it down on the ground for me to lie on and he gets on top of me. We are lost in each other’s eyes.
He takes himself out of his pants and I whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you just stay naked to
o?” and we both start laughing.
“We’ll just all stay naked,” Nathan laughs. “The groundskeeper too! And the maids!”
“NO!!!” I cackle, covering my face. “Goodness.” We are both laughing and I think this makes Vincent jealous. I feel like I laugh more around Nathan that I do Vincent. Perhaps it’s Nathan’s sense of humor that has seen him through some very dark, troubled times.
He starts to place himself inside me. “Oh Isadora,” he says. He starts pumping fast, almost like a rabbit, and I circle my arms around him so I’m hugging him and I feel like Nathan is in a very needy mood today.
Vincent, meanwhile, has gone off to get his new wine glass and is sitting by the table, watching us and then he comes over and lies down next to me and we start kissing while Nathan continues to pump himself in me, his penetrating is wicked and wonderful. I turn on my stomach and they both touch and kiss my back.
Nathan takes me from behind, inserting his cock inside of me. He olds me up and Vincent plays with my breasts. He trace his teeth over my nipples and holds my face up by my chin and kisses me long and tender on the mouth and then he does the same with my neck and my breasts as Nathan continues to fuck me.
I’m on my hands and knees as Nathan keeps going, in and out and in and out and in and out in long, powerful thrusts as Vincent plays with my tits and unzips his pants and takes his big fat long glorious cock out and starts playing with him and I eventually lower my head until his cock greets my lips.
Vincent always tastes nice and clean. It’s a pleasure to suck him off. We go this way for a while, with them going in and out of me, and Vincent eventually cums and squirts it all over my tits before crawling to the side and sitting there while Nathan finishes me off, when he starts to cum, he pulls out and it shoots directly under me, hitting my chin and splashing here and there and then we roll over on our backs and stare up at the wonderful sky.
“When you were a kid, did you ever wish upon a star?” Nathan wonders.
“Yes,” Vincent jokes, knowing Nathan is asking me.
“What did you wish for?” Nathan asks.
“A horse.”