Four Princes_A Reverse Harem Fantasy

by C. J. Pinard

  She raised her eyebrow. “Why is that so funny?”

  “For someone so young, you have a lot of wisdom, Mariselle. In fact, just the other night,” he lowered his voice, “I hate to admit this because it makes me sound like a pig, but I had four beauties in my bed.”

  “Four? Is that all?” she replied with an eye roll.

  “Yes, and I actually found myself yawning after a while.” He smirked. “Maybe that’s the problem… four wasn’t enough.”

  “Maybe you should focus on quality and not quantity.”

  “They were all very comely,” he said, looking at her again. It was then he realized that if he was being honest with himself, the four he’d been sharing his bed with lately couldn’t really hold a candle to Mariselle.

  “What is it?” she asked, noticing he’d gone quiet.

  “Nothing,” he replied, patting her hand. “You’ve just given me some things to think about.”

  She smiled. “Upstairs or downstairs?”

  He laughed again. “Where do you get these things?”

  “You bring out the joker in me I guess,” she replied.

  Alexander found her words were ironic, since she was beginning to bring things out in him as well. He adjusted himself nonchalantly and asked if she was hungry.

  “Yes, very. And you?”

  His eyes danced in amusement. “Never been hungrier.”

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  GRIFFIN WAS ALREADY seated in the dining hall when Alexander walked in with Mariselle on his arm. It was hard to believe she could look any more ravishing, but she pulled it off. Of course, he still couldn’t get the image of her in the tub out of his mind. And to know that she’d been fantasizing about him?

  God, help him…

  Everyone stood up and waited as the couple walked over and sat down at the royal table.

  “Big turnout,” Griffin said, motioning toward the other filled tables. He knew many of the guests were advisors or part of Alexander’s inner circle of friends.

  Watching a busty server pour wine into his goblet, Alexander shrugged. “I figured your arrival was cause for celebration.” He winked at the girl when she was done. “Thank you, lass.”

  “You’re welcome, Your Majesty,” she said with a little smile. “I’ll make sure to keep your cup filled.”

  His eyes drifted back to her chest. He grinned wickedly and then looked up at her. “I’ll keep an eye on yours, too. They seem to runneth over quite nicely now, though.”

  She giggled and walked away.

  “My brother, ever-the-charmer,” Griffin drawled.

  “So, I’ve noticed,” Mariselle replied.

  “You look stunning, Mariselle,” Griffin said, his eyes moving below her neck. “Funny, though. I don’t remember purchasing that particular gown.”

  Alexander spoke up. “Lady Veronica ordered the dress upon her last visit. She left without it; I thought it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

  “Indeed. It fits Mariselle perfectly,” he replied.

  “I knew it would. I have a good eye when it comes to a woman’s body,” Alexander said, looking proud of himself.

  “That’s because it’s all you ever focus on,” Griffin shot back with a grin.

  “Good point,” he replied.

  “Who is Lady Veronica?” Mariselle asked.

  Alexander smiled. “A friend.”

  “Ah,” she replied. “It’s good to have friends.”

  “Especially pretty ones,” he said and looked down at her empty cup. “Would you care for some wine?”

  “Yes, please, Your Majesty,” she replied.

  “Oh, we’re back to that. Very well, as king… I order you to not only drink and be merry, but allow us to spoil the hell out of you tonight,” he said, waving the busty server over.

  “Your wish is my command,” she replied, looking at him and then Griffin. “Both of yours, of course.”

  “Be careful, Mariselle,” Griffin said. “Alexander’s wishes can sometimes be… lecherous.”

  “I’ve found most men’s wishes are. It’s acting upon them that separates the courageous ones from the dreamers,” she replied.

  “Courageous? What if it’s a dirty old man?” Griffin asked. “Wouldn’t that be revolting?”

  “Yes, but I don’t see any here tonight at this table,” she replied with a small smile.

  Griffin didn’t know what to say to that.

  “She’s a little imp, isn’t she? Just like when she was young,” Alexander said, taking the wine jug away from the server. “Thanks, lass.” He reached over and began filling Mariselle’s goblet himself.

  “Not too much,” she said, her eyes wide as she watched him continue to pour.

  “Afraid of getting too tipsy?” Alexander asked, smiling wickedly. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”

  She giggled. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

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  MARISELLE DRANK, ATE, and laughed so much during supper, she didn’t pay much attention to the amount of wine she’d been consuming, until she stood up to dance.

  “Oh, my,” she said, grabbing onto the table.

  “Are you okay?” Griffin asked, staring up at her with concern.

  “Yes. Just a little too much wine, I think,” she said and then hiccupped. Embarrassed, she giggled and put a hand to her chest. “Excuse me.”

  “If you’re dizzy, you might want to sit back down,” Griffin said, touching her elbow.

  “I’ll be fine. Besides, I want to dance,” she said gaily and then quickly stepped away from the table to join the other women lining up in the center of the room. Mariselle found a place to stand and soon the music started.

  ALEXANDER, WHO WAS feeling pretty good himself, watched as the ladies danced and smiled at each other as they moved around the room. This was his favorite part of the evening, especially when there were beautiful women taking part in the dancing. Tonight, he had to admit that Mariselle outshined them all, and although he’d vowed to let his brother have a go at her, he was starting to wonder if he’d been too hasty.

  Taking another swig of wine, he watched as she laughed at herself for making a wrong step in the dance. She was definitely enjoying herself, and seeing her happy warmed him. She’d always held a special place in his heart, and although he’d never thought of her sexually in the past, seeing her all grown up and more beautiful than ever was having an effect on him.

  It’s Mariselle, he reminded himself, taking another swig of the bitter wine.

  Besides, he’d seen the way his brother had been panting after her. Griffin might not want to admit it, but he was obviously mad about her himself. Alexander couldn’t blame him for wanting the lass, either. Not with what he was living with now. He could still remember the last time he’d visited his older brother’s castle. Queen Georgina had turned her nose up at him, especially when she’d found out he’d brought two female ‘friends’ with him and that they were sharing the same room.

  The next song began; Mariselle left the group and headed back to their table. He noticed her face seemed flushed.

  “I’m very hot,” she said, fanning herself. “Would someone care to walk me to the courtyard for some fresh air?”

  Alexander and Griffin stood up at the same time and then looked at each other.

  “Go ahead, brother,” Alexander said, ready to sit back down.

  Griffin stared at him for a second and then sighed. “I’m feeling a bit tired, actually. I think I’m going to turn in early. Please, show her around the castle.” He turned to Mariselle, grabbed her hand, and lifted it to his lips before giving her knuckles a chaste kiss. “Goodnight, Mariselle.”

  “Good night, Your Majesty,” she replied, with a blush and a curtsey.

  He turned to Alexander. “Take good care of her.”

  “I will,” he said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a bit of fresh air yourself?”

  “No. Just a good night’s sleep,” he replied.

  Alexander nodded
.

  Griffin left the table and he stood up. “Ready, beautiful?”

  She nodded.

  He held out his arm and walked her out of the busy dining hall.

  When they arrived in the courtyard, they noticed it was snowing and had been for quite some time. The trees were coated in white and everything sparkled around them.

  “This is kind of early in the season for snow,” Alexander commented, although the weather tended to be cooler in North and West Havens. Especially in October.

  Mariselle squealed in delight. “Isn’t it beautiful, Alexander?” She raised her face to the sky and stuck her tongue out to catch snowflakes.

  “Yes.” He smiled at her childlike innocence. It reminded him of when they were young. She used to love the snow, even back then. He stepped closer. “Aren’t you cold?” Unlike Alexander, she wore only the gown where his fur-lined robe kept the chill out.

  “Not really,” she said, twirling around. “I was warm from dancing and, of course, the wine. To me this feels nice.”

  He chuckled. “I noticed you were enjoying yourself back there. You always did love to dance,” he said, leaning down to grab a handful of snow while she wasn’t looking. It was too fluffy to form a ball, but he knew it would still do the trick.

  “You should try it sometime,” she said, trying to catch more snowflakes.

  “You know me. I never was one for that kind of thing.” Smiling wickedly, he threw the snow, hitting her in the neck and chest.

  She gasped and brushed what she could off of her. “Alexander!”

  He threw his head back and laughed.

  “That’s it.” Bending down, she grabbed two handfuls of snow and began pelting him with it.

  Laughing, the two went back and forth, until he could see that her face was red and she was starting to shiver.

  “Truce,” he said, holding up his hands, which were also getting cold.

  “Yes.”

  He noticed her teeth were chattering and his smile fell. “I’m sorry. Come here.”

  She walked over and looked up at him. Her eyelashes and hair sparkled from the snowflakes and she looked so beautiful that Alexander suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

  “What is it?”

  “I just wanted to warm you up.” Alexander pulled her close and draped his robe around the both of them. Feeling Mariselle tremble, he ran his hands up and down her back, enjoying the scent of her hair as they stood there. It smelled of hyacinth or some other flowery scent he couldn’t quite place.

  She began to relax in his arms. “Thank you.”

  “I suppose we should go inside,” he murmured into her hair, enjoying the moment more than he knew he should.

  “Just hold me a little longer first?” Mariselle whispered, sliding her arms around his waist.

  With her body pressed even closer against his, Alexander’s cock became rock-hard and his balls boiled full of cum. He let out a ragged breath. “Okay.”

  Mariselle looked up at him. “Am I keeping you away from something?”

  “No,” he replied, still transfixed by how beautiful she was. He stared at the patch of freckles that ran across her nose and then her full, parted lips.

  Her eyes searched his, and then she smiled slightly. “Did you want to kiss me?”

  At that moment, he wanted much more. Instead of answering the question, he chuckled. “You always were bold, Mariselle.”

  “Does that irritate you?”

  “Never,” he admitted, rubbing her back with his fingertips. If anything, it made her more intriguing.

  “I can tell,” she said with a knowing smile.

  “What can you tell?”

  “That you want to kiss me. Your manhood is jabbing me in the stomach.”

  He was both shocked and amused that she’d brought it up. “And what do you know of such things?”

  “That when a man wants a woman, his stick grows,” she replied.

  “Stick?” Alexander laughed. “You mean my cock?”

  Her cheeks turned pink. She nodded.

  “Say the word, Mariselle,” he said huskily.

  She swallowed. “Cock.”

  He was sure that his ‘stick’ was now a full-fledged tree. “Have you ever touched one before?”

  She shook her head.

  “So, you’ve never seen one, either?”

  “Not up close.”

  He knew he should stop, but couldn’t help himself. Plus, from the way she was staring back at him, Mariselle was enjoying the conversation just as much as he was.

  He swore under his breath.

  There were plenty of women willing to spread their legs for him at any given moment. Right now, he wanted Marielle underneath him and nobody else. He wanted to show her what he could do with his stick, fucking her so hard until she begged for more.

  “Yes,” he said, trembling with desire.

  Her eyebrow cocked. “Yes, what?”

  His eyes traveled to her lips. “I want to kiss you.”

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  THEIR CONVERSATION WAS making her tingle with excitement. Especially the talk about his cock.

  “Have you been kissed before, Mariselle?” he asked huskily, staring at her lips

  “Yes. A couple of times, but not by anybody like you,” she whispered truthfully. Alexander was older and so much bigger. Where the others seemed like boys now, this was a man. She felt like he could break her in half if he wanted to.

  Hot fire burned in his eyes, and before she could blink, his lips were on hers. Shocked, but excited, she didn’t pull away, and when his tongue forced its way into her mouth, she eagerly met it with her own. As they kissed, his hands gripped her firmly, almost as if he was afraid she’d try to escape.

  “What am I doing?” he growled, tearing himself from her mouth. He stepped back. “This cannot happen.”

  “Why?” she asked, feeling dizzy. The passion in his kiss had taken her breath away.

  “Because of Griffin.” He sighed. “He’s the monarch and the heir should come from him.”

  She smiled. “We were just kissing.”

  “I need more than that right now. You’ve set fire to my blood, Mariselle. If you were mine, I’d be inside of you already.”

  His words made her womanhood wet.

  She touched his arm. “He’s with the queen. She would never approve,” Mariselle said, desperately wanting him to kiss her again.

  “Only if she finds out.”

  “So, you think he should impregnate me, give him a son, and then what happens?” she said, scowling. “I’m supposed to go on my merry way? That’s not what I agreed upon with Griffin.”

  “I know. It won’t be like that, Mariselle.” He sighed. “Look, if it’s marriage you want, I’m willing to give it to you, at least in name. As far as the sex part, you will be Griffin’s lover. At least until you can bear him a son.”

  “So, you don’t want me in your bed?” she asked innocently, trying to hide her hurt.

  Alexander growled and grabbed her hand. He placed it on the rigid outline of his cock. “I think we already had this discussion. If this doesn’t tell you what I ‘want’, then I don’t know what does.”

  Intrigued, Mariselle moved her fingers over the length of him, wondering how a woman could fit something inside of her that was so big.

  Alexander groaned and moved her hand away. “Let’s get you back inside. If this keeps up, I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

  “Wait. Can I at least see it?” she whispered.

  “What?”

  “Your cock?”

  His eyes grew hooded. Swearing, he glanced around anxiously and then pulled it out.

  Mariselle swallowed and stepped closer. She crouched down and stared at it, fascinated at the size. It was so much longer than she’d anticipated. “May I touch it?”

  Alexander looked tortured. “If you want,” he whispered huskily.

  She wrapped her hand around the base and stared at the tip, which re
minded her of a large mushroom. It was a lot darker, of course, and now an angry red color. “It’s so smooth and yet… hard.” She moved her hand up and down.

  Alexander growled in the back of his throat and moisture leaked out the top.

  “I heard that men like to have their cocks sucked,” she said, biting back a smile. The truth was, she knew more than what she’d told him. A mAlexander wasn’t supposed to admit things like that, though. Although she’d never licked a man’s cock, she’d touched one the year before. Another teenager from the village. It had been on a dare, and had only lasted a few seconds. Her friend Seraphine had also been there and had done even more. She’d gotten down on her knees and had actually put it into her mouth. Before anything else happened, however, the three had heard a noise and then scattered out of the barn. So she’d never seen a man come.

  “Yes,” he replied, panting like he’d been running a great distance. “They like that very much.”

  Mariselle leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth.

  Gasping, he grabbed the top of her head with both hands.

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  ALEXANDER KNEW IT was wrong, but couldn’t find it in him to stop her from doing what she was doing. It felt so wicked and so good. It also felt like she knew what she was doing.

  “I thought you said you’ve never done this,” he growled as she sucked and stroked his cock.

  “I haven’t,” she replied and reached for his balls with the other hand. “Does that feel good?”

  Feeling her fingers play with his heavy, cum-filled sack, he groaned in answer.

  She smiled up at him and continued what she was doing.

  Still shocked at what was happening, Alexander kept one eye peeled in case someone wandered into the courtyard, although it was hard to stay focused when there was a young virgin sucking one’s cock. Although stamina was usually his strong point, less than a minute later, his body tightened and his balls twitched.

  “Ah…” he groaned, his eyes practically rolling back into his head as he came.

  Instead of moving away like many did, Mariselle stared up at him, swallowing his hot seed until he was too sensitive to allow her there anymore. He pushed her away gently and caught his breath.