Plaything at the Royal Wedding: An MFMM Royal Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “Fuck, you look so hot covered in my cum, Carrie,” Jeremy says.

  I run my fingers between my breasts and down my pussy, swirling up some of the cum and then scooping it up with my fingers. He watches me, appearing mesmerized, as I bring it to my lips and lick them clean of his cum. “What about when I lick up your cum?” I ask him, affecting my most innocent voice.

  “Baby…” Jeremy says.

  I shiver at how he says that. I know he likes it, but something in the rough timbre of his voice that made it sound like he was a man not quite holding on? It turns me on even more. I dip my fingers lower and run my fingers through my pussy, coating my fingers in my creamy cum and then getting more of Jeremy’s cum on my fingers. I bring it up to my tongue, which I stick out, and lay it on there.

  “Kiss me and taste us,” I tell Jeremy.

  The dark promise in his eyes tells me that he wants this. He leans down and kisses me, tasting us melded on his tongue, and it does something to me.

  I take this opportunity to pounce him, flipping him over on the bed and wrapping my thighs around him. I’m dripping with all the hot cum he sprayed all over me, and my thighs are sticky with my own cum, but Jeremy’s covered in sweat and more than a little of my cum and his. We’re both the aftermath of incredible lust that we’ve shared today.

  Breaking our kiss for air and to mix up more of our cum, I consider his face carefully as I say, “I think trust is the most dangerous weapon.”

  “You’re absolutely right, Carrie. Baby, I trust you more than anything. You’re my life. You’re my everything,” Jeremy says, pulling me tight against him and licking up my fingers, sucking them clean. “I want to share my whole world with you, and make it yours. We can have anything, do anything, you realize this?” He looks at me expectantly.

  I cock my head to the side and curl up against his chest. His arms wrap around me.

  “The truth…” I say, and my voice actually trembles a little. “I hadn’t considered much more I wanted than you, Jeremy. I think about the future now and I know more than just wanting you, I want our life. I want what I know our life can be. You give me hope, and trust.” I look back up at him. “You’re my whole world,” I say, and I press my lips against his softly.

  Now, Jeremy’s cock slides into my pussy slowly. It is gentle and intimate, but I’m also sore and sensitive from everywhere he has already fucked me. It is so intense, even though it is slow as I ride him and he thrusts gently into me. Our kisses aren't deep but constant, our lips unable to stay off of each other.

  I moan into his mouth, and I start to thrust him just a little bit harder. A little bit more. We aren’t fucking hard, we’re actually making love. I know that sounds cheesy, but Jeremy’s hands are running through my hair, rubbing up and down my back, and this is like the most romantic moment of my life. I feel like every major experience in my life is connected to Jeremy and this moment where nothing is truly happening is one of them. I feel like a free, new person. With Jeremy, I am the person that I want to be, the person I can’t be, and the person I am becoming all at once. So I kiss him deeper, ride him with longer strokes, and savor this perfect moment as long as I can.

  For what seems like forever, we kiss and cuddle and fuck like this and I want to live in this moment. Jeremy’s breathing, his heartbeat, they all sync up with body, and my clit is twitching with his cock.

  “Baby, I want to come inside you while I hold you like this,” Jeremy whispers against my ear. His lips press against my ear in a gentle kiss.

  “I could melt into this moment forever,” I say, and suddenly, the orgasm that washes over me is like something else entirely. It coasts through my body on every level like warm bubbles surging through my blood and making me feel contented, at peace, and so happy.

  “Me too, my sweet Carrie,” Jeremy says, and I feel his cock jerk within me and his cum and my cum start to flow together inside me, filling me up and dripping down our bodies. I kiss Jeremy harder, laying against his chest, and he pulls me against him, tighter, and we stay like this for I don’t know how long. I remember falling asleep and everything fading away into perfect, contented bliss.

  Carrie

  Jeremy's letting me drive his Bentley since we are on the way to my parent's house. I can't believe what we're about to do and an anxious sense of anticipation and adrenaline is pumping through my veins. Finally, I will be able to close the door on the past and to put it all to rest. No more classmates, no more parents. Everyone who has ever tormented me in my life will be dead and I'm not just happy about it, I'm elated.

  I'm driving fast, enjoying the privilege of being with Jeremy, the man I love. The whole experience is so intense that it's tough to describe. Every part of me is awake. I can see the turns in the road before they arrive, I can hear the beat of Jeremy's heart and it's pretty in sync with my own. I can feel the minuscule drips of sweat that drop between my breasts as my body temperature heats up at the thrill of it all. Everything is heightened and I feel lighter than air. I feel as though this is my destiny. I've finally found my place, my home, in Jeremy and now I've found my purpose.

  "You okay?" he asks.

  "Yeah. I'm excited."

  He places his arm around my shoulder in a loving squeeze to reassure me. It helps. I'm excited of course, but also the thought of seeing my parents has my stomach in those old familiar knots, where I dread what abusive thing they will slur my way. If it wasn't for them maybe I'd have grown up normal. But as it is I was damaged goods, so abused and betrayed by the people who were supposed to love me. It is only Jeremy who has resurrected me from the past into this present moment where I am finally able to be who I really am.

  The car flies down the highway and finally we arrive at the old familiar house I grew up in. It screams new money and it still has those ostentatious lion statues adorning the driveway. This place might be worth a fortune, but man is it tacky. I've always thought so.

  I meander the car down the long driveway. We arrive and Jeremy opens the car door for me. We are equipped with our weapons, ready to take this on. He gives me a supportive nod before I ring the doorbell.

  "Oh, Carrie!" My mother answers with her fake, high-pitched voice. "Honey, you'll never guess who has just arrived. It's Carrie honey, and she's brought a boy."

  "Hi mom," I say begrudgingly. I feel like a child again as soon as we enter, though the feel of my Lapis blade beneath my coat pocket brings me back to the point. Thinking of it gives me strength.

  "This is my friend, my, um boyfriend."

  "Jeremy," he says finishing for me and taking my mom's bent wrist. She's taking in his gorgeous face and chiseled bod I know. She's sizing him up and there's nothing small about Jeremy.

  "Oh, hello. Are you the asshole who kidnapped my daughter?"

  Jeremy smoothly avoids the question. He's getting a taste of what I've had to live with. And he's sizing her up too.

  My dad enters the black and white foyer. There's ghastly marble everywhere and the sight is too familiar.

  "So, you've decided to come home, have you? Do you have any idea how much money you cost us by skipping out on those interviews? No one cares now. It's all over. You lost our chance for fame. I'm not even sure why you're in this house." Only then does he notice Jeremy who has a carnal look on his face, Jeremy’s eyes looking at me with longing. It makes me feel erotic and as though I can stand up to these two people, my lifelong headaches.

  With one quick movement, Jeremy has my dad against the floor in a choke hold. My mother screams and it echoes off of the massive, marble floors and walls. Her scream reverberates throughout the entire empty house. No one can hear. Not for miles. Jeremy is just choking my dad and finally, he slams his head against the floor and my dad is out ice-cold. My mother is frantic now but I calmly watch her. It's great to see her squirm for once, unsure of her future. She's crying and yelling.

  "Shut the fuck up for once, mother."

  Jeremy smiles at me and he rises from my dad, the heap on the
floor. He pulls him into the nearby sitting room and I point my revolver at my mother's back. She is crying miserably.

  "How could you, Carrie? But you're my little girl. You know that. I love you."

  "Oh really?" I force the gun against her back and push to where my dad and Jeremy are. "You know that's the first time you've ever said it? Do you think I believe you now after all these years of isolation and abuse? No! It's too late."

  My veins are pumping blood. I feel exhilarated. This is happening. I am about to be rid of what's been plaguing me. The man I love is coming to my ultimate defense. He ties up my mother and father together. My dad finally becomes conscious again. He stutters and spits, trying to uncover what's happened.

  "Carrie? What is this?"

  "Shut up, father. I hate you both and I won’t miss either of you or your fake bullshit when I end you.”

  My mother sobs and Jeremy slits her throat without another word. My dad looks on, horrified.

  "No, no. Carrie this can't be happening. You've got it all wrong. Everything we did we did for you."

  My mother's gone now and the feeling of that elates me. Jeremy is letting me take the lead. My dad is trying to barter for his life, "Carrie come on. You'll go to prison. You don't want that to happen, do you? We can get out of this right now, together. I won't tell a soul."

  "It's too late, dad. There's nothing you can do. You sealed your fate throughout all those years where you would just punish me for not living up to your shallow expectations. You were horrible parents and now you're going to pay."

  "No one will believe you," he stammers.

  "Oh, father you've got this all wrong. It's going to be a murder/suicide/arson. Do you see?"

  He is terrified of my mother’s body, bleeding out, tied against him. He's getting desperate.,

  "Come on Carrie, honey."

  "Don't call me that. You've never called me honey before, don't use it now. You've never said a kind word to me"

  "You'll get caught, sweetie, come on. Please! I'm begging you here."

  "No dad, I'm not the one with money troubles. You are."

  "What? It isn't true. It absolutely is not true."

  "It is now," Jeremy replies. "We've made sure of that."

  I catch his eyes and they're glimmering with hopeful abandon. He's into this and so am I.

  "And, father, there's mom's diary of your abusive and erratic behavior. Good thing it's in the fireproof safe because it's about to get hot in here."

  With one final look of terror from my father's wretched face, I take my revolver and shoot him in the head.

  It's over and it felt so good. Jeremy's beaming with pride. He kisses me passionately.

  "Your first kill."

  "My most important one."

  We torch the house and it's all over...at last.

  Jeremy

  I'm standing in her parent's kitschy house and I feel bad for all of the years that she had to spend here, in tasteless surroundings. I imagine the suffering they inflicted on her by way of verbal insults and general debasement. Her tender feelings must have been warped in misery. I'm sad to think of it but she's coming off her first kill and I'm impressed to have seen it. She put her offenders at bay and she didn't even seem to flinch. These were her parents for God's sake. I didn't think she had it in her but I'm so delighted that she accepted my plan and that we were able to execute it. Seeing her come to the dark side and to accept it has me overrun with emotions. I am grateful that she did it, she accepted my plan to kill her parents and by extension she accepted me.

  This fills me with a fiery passion that I cannot contain. I want her even more now. I was sure that I'd be too much for her, that she could never rise to the occasion but she did so perfectly. Now I know for sure that she is my soul mate. We are so alike and we compliment each other perfectly. I never really thought that she could come to accept and even love me for who I am. I knew she wanted me for my body, my looks, maybe even my wealth, but never did I dare to hope we could come together at this level. My depth and shady nature have not scared her off, in fact, she's found those places within herself. Now we can ascend to new heights, now that I know how far she can go. I will push her to limits that will astound her and we will have fun doing it. Right now, I can tell she is riding the high of what just happened. She must have been aching for it her whole life in some unknown part of her soul. If only I'd known earlier who she was and how decrepit her situation had been, I'd have fixed it. I hoped and prayed that somebody was out there for me who could meet me at this level and she was there, I found her. But I feel her rage when I think of her being mistreated. Finally we have tied up all the loose ends and anybody who hurt her is gone. Now we can start fresh with a clean slate. I can tell the nature of the kill is sending adrenaline to all parts of her body and I want to help her release that. We have an unspoken desire to cement our love right here at the scene of the crime. There's nothing to cover up because we're going to torch the place. I take her hand in mine and kiss it.

  "We did it," she says. "We actually did it. And I wasn't scared, instead, I felt a sensual kind of power come over my body. Now that they're gone Jeremy, I feel free."

  "You are free. Now you are free. And I promise to keep you that way."

  She comes up to me and places her hands on my chest. She is waiting for me to make a move and oh how I will.

  I scoop her up in my arms.

  "Where is your old bedroom?"

  "Really? You want me in there?"

  "I want to fuck away and erase any bad memories you may have felt in there and replace them with new ones. That way when you look back on your old room, you'll know I claimed you in there and that I made it all right. I will always make things right for you."

  "Okay," she looks at me with that beautiful innocence that I'm so happy is still there. Despite finding her layers of depth, she is still this pure flower, waiting for me to devour her. I love that about her.

  "I plan to eat you up," I say with ravenous eyes.

  I mean it. I'm going to have her in a way that will make her remember this moment forever. I can tell she wants it because of the way she is suddenly nervous around me. Though she's achieved so much today by going with my plan, by murdering her tormentors, ultimately she is still mine to mold and to have as I like. She will give in to me and by her actions today I am sure of our future and that makes me want to take her to new heights of pleasure like she could never have dreamed existed. By understanding me and accepting my fierce nature she has awoken the beast. Now I am sure beyond all shadow of a doubt that we will be married, I can trust her and I will spend my life showing her agonizing pleasure that she could never have deemed possible.

  Her light body is relaxed in my arms and I climb the stairs that must be so familiar to her.

  "Are you ready for this?" I ask. "Are you ready to see me as I've never been with you, completely unleashed."

  Her heart is pounding, her eyes are wide. "Yes, of course. Anything you want I will do. I am so happy this is all over and I now I can just focus on you and our future." She kisses me.

  "No more demons," I say.

  "No more demons," she confirms.

  If I could wipe her horrid past clean then I think that is the greatest gift I could give her. And besides that, she empowered herself to help me do that deed and there's a great harmony in that. I didn't just rescue her, she rescued herself.

  Carrie

  Jeremy looks at me with that dark grin I have come to love. He closes the distance between us, and as our bodies meet our arms wrap around one another. He lifts me off the ground easily, my legs wrapping around him as well. He pushes a gaudy lamp off a table and sets me down as it crashes to the floor. I laugh wickedly, the act of senseless destruction further heightening my joy. I want to fuck him here in this house, my prison since birth. It’ll be the only pleasure I’ve ever experienced here. His lips press against mine in a hard kiss that makes my heart pound. Our tongues explore one another’s mouths and
I can sense he wants this as badly as I do. I can feel his already hard cock through his pants, and I’ve never felt this kind of desire before, need flooding my pussy.

  I put my hand on Jeremy’s chest, feeling his hard racing. My fingers move down his body, slipping inside his pants, already tight against his erection. I break away from this kiss to look at his face, turned on even more by the dark desire I find there. I love feeling the thrill that he feels. In this moment we are perfectly in sync. My fingers wrap around his cock, feeling it twitch under my touch.

  “I love you,” I say, looking into his eyes, darkened by lust.

  Jeremy takes my face in his hands, one of his thumbs trailing over my lips. I bite it gently, smiling at him.

  “I love you, too.”

  Our lips come together again, and I push my tongue into his mouth, tasting him. With a growl, Jeremy takes my waist in his hands and pushes me back against the wall, my hand slipping out of his pants. He takes my wrists and brings my arms up over my head, pinning them to the wall behind me and we grind against each other. Pulling my shirt up over my head in one smooth motion, his lips press against my neck, trailing down to my chest. His hands squeeze my tits roughly. Taking one of my nipples into his mouth, he bites and tugs on it with his teeth, sending and electric sensations through my body. His fingers pinch the other nipple until I moan. My legs tighten around his waist so I can grind against him. I grab his hair in one hand and grip the edge of the table in the other.

  The adrenaline coursing through me makes me feel everything more intensely. He releases my nipple from between his teeth and moves down my body, kissing and nibbling on the skin of my belly. By the time his lips reach the edge of my skirt, I’m already moaning with anticipation. He forces my skirt up over my hips and grabs one of my legs. His lips start another trail of kisses at my knee, working his way up the inside of my thigh.