by Harper West
I love them.
Chapter 19
Ryker
The reception died down less than an hour ago, drunk guests are still being ushered from the castle and towards their limousines. Harry, Julia, and I are lingering at the main door, waving off the stragglers and thanking them for coming. It was an hour of bliss during the ceremony, and then four hours of frustration as I ached to claim Julia as our wife. Though, at Julia’s request, we kept our faces a mask of patience. She’s been dreaming of her wedding her entire life, we wanted to give her the perfect day, even if we only had three days to pull it all together.
I hold her hand, Harry on her other side, as we wave off another guest. Julia is beaming and has been all day. Well, for the past three days and in-between fucking. The faces she makes then are very different, I think, trying not to get lost in my fantasies.
Get the fuck out of here, I think viciously as a drunk senator stumbles out the door. I have other activities on my mind tonight. Activities that involved a very naked Julia. A naked Julia spread out over a fur rug, cum glistening on her body. I shudder, controlling my breathing so I don’t give away my frustration or arousal.
Beside me, Julia places a gentle, warning hand on my arm. That she can read my moods and expressions so well assures me that Julia is truly the only woman for me. For us. I share a glance with Harry, I’ve never seen him so happy. Our eyes turn to our wife, our wife. I still can’t comprehend that Harry and I are Julia’s husbands now.
We never pictured ourselves married at all, in retrospect. And certainly never to the same woman. But the pieces had all fallen into place so perfectly, it’s almost as if we were fated to meet Julia that day in Levere. It was fate that had me following Harry through the festival and to that particular bar. And now, here we are. The perfect woman at our sides.
After she amended my proposal to include Harry, the two of us flew to the capital to settle the issue with Helena and the senators. It was an uphill battle to convince them to accept Julia as both our wives. Nordonia is unique in that the law doesn’t specify how many spouses one can have, but there has never been an instance of plural marriage in our history. We’re the first. And like they say, it’s difficult to teach an old dog a new trick.
The senators were belligerent, cruel even, and cast slurs on Julia’s character. Harry and I shut them up about that real quick. In the end, it was Helena’s support that made this possible. She threw the full weight of the Crown behind us and congratulated us on finding love. We’re lucky that she’s tolerated us from a young age. Without her, we could have still married Julia, but she would have been disgraced. Something neither Harry nor I can accept.
But the arguments and debates were worth it. Julia looked gorgeous when she glided down the aisle in the chapel at my castle. Dressed in an ivory satin gown with a long veil, she was a goddess. Her mother walked her down the aisle, beaming every step of the way. And when she met Harry and I at the pulpit and read us her vows, my heart soared.
I may have cried at one point, but I’ll never admit that to Harry. He would never let me hear the end of it. I held her hand tightly at the altar when it was my turn to swear my life to hers. I never thought I would say the words, but I wanted to scream them from the mountain top.
“My Lord,” Jonathan, the butler, says from my right. “The last of the guests has retired.”
“Thank you, Jonathan,” I say, breathing a sigh of relief. It’s about fucking time. Hosting parties has always exhausted me, but in this case, I’m simply eager to move on to other activities.
Harry turns to Julia, a sly grin on his face. “Mrs. Vogt-Roth,” he says, bowing jokingly. “You must be exhausted.”
Her eyes light up at his tone with excitement. “I am,” she says, her hand drifting along his arm. She eyes me.
Those are not the eyes of an exhausted woman. Those are the eyes of a woman whose pussy is already swollen with desire. I bite my lip, my eyes raking over her once more. She’s gorgeous in her wedding gown. But we’ll be ripping it off unceremoniously later. Before that, Harry and I need to show her the gift we’ve been preparing for her.
“We have a surprise for you,” I say, taking one of her hands.
Her lips part slightly. “A surprise?”
Harry laces his fingers through her free hand, and we lead her away from the door, towards the gardens. Her brows twitch together with confusion, but the smile never leaves her face. Wordlessly, we wander across the lawn and past the maze. Julia stares around as we enter an orchard lit up with small, twinkling lights wrapped around each tree and over our heads.
“What is this place?” she breathes.
“It’s the castle’s orchard,” I explain, gesturing towards one tree that’s laden with unripe apples. “Acres and acres of land, during harvest time the entire village helps themselves to the fruits.”
She smiles. “And what are we doing here?”
Harry drapes his hands over her eyes, blocking her vision. “Trust us,” he murmurs.
She gasps happily and grins. “I do, but you better not let me trip.”
I hold her hands as we guide her blindly through the orchard towards a small cottage. It’s a short walk, but enough of a distance to afford us with privacy. The cottage is covered in flowering vines and lit warmly from within. It used to house the orchard master, but its been years since we had one. And when Julia agreed to the marriage, I immediately hired a designer to create the ultimate oasis for our jewel.
We stop in front of the cottage, though Harry doesn’t move his hands away from Julia’s eyes. “Are you ready?” he asks, excitement lacing his voice.
“Of course, show me already!” she laughs.
Harry’s hands drop from her eyes, revealing the small cottage nestled against the mountainside. She gasps, her hands fluttering over her slack jaw as she takes it in. “What is this place?” she asks breathlessly.
“Our wedding gift to you,” I say, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Go in.”
Slowly, she approaches the cottage as if in a dream and nudges the door open. It only has a single bedroom, and the main room is mostly filled with a massive fireplace and a small kitchenette. It’s decorated with a plush sofa and an expensive rug. I had books from the library I thought she would like moved here as well. It’s warm and inviting. A perfect place for Julia to relax.
She spins in a slow circle in the center of the room, staring around in wonder. “Do you like it?” Harry asks.
“Like it?” She whirls on us. “I love it!”
With a delighted squeal she throws herself into Harry’s arms and then stretches a hand towards me. I join their embrace, crushing her between the two of us. I still can’t believe that she’s ours now, completely ours.
She squirms her way out from between us and takes our hands, her eyes glistening with tears. “I’ve never been so happy,” she says. “I didn’t think it was possible.”
“Julia,” I murmur, caressing her cheek. “I love you.”
“And I love you, more than anything,” Harry declares.
She smiles, a tear slipping down her cheek. “And I love you both.”
She presses a kiss to my lips, and then another to Harry’s. My heart clenches in my chest and I tug her towards me, slowly unzipping her gown. She grins as she twists away to sear a kiss to Harry’s lips. An hour later, we’re sprawled across the rug in front of the blazing fireplace, naked as sin and glistening in sweat. Cum is slipping from Julia’s pussy as she pants, her body draped over me and Harry.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, wide-eyed.
I chuckle and thumb one of her nipples, making her shudder. “How was that, Mrs. Vogt-Roth?”
“Different.” She lifts her head and eyes Harry and me. “You guys have been holding back haven’t you?”
“Well, we had to leave something special for our wife, don’t you think?” Harry teases.
She rolls her eyes, still smiling. Suddenly, her lips part and she grinds against Harry’s coc
k involuntarily, gasping in surprise. My gaze slips towards Harry, where he’s trailing a finger around her ass. She looks up at me with hooded eyes, and runs her tongue over her bottom lip, wetting it. Her sensual gaze is enough to make me hard again. We just spent an hour fucking our jewel, making her scream and cry as we filled her with our cum. But she’s insatiable.
I roll to my knees and lift her up until she’s kneeling on all fours. She stares hungrily at me as I slip a finger across her parted lips and into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my finger, giving me just a taste.
Growling I use my free hand to tweak one of her stiff nipples before I move around to her ass. Without warning, I thrust my stiff cock into her pussy, easing into her. She’s wet enough still and filled with enough of Harry’s cum that she’s ready for me. She gasps when I completely fill her, mewling softly. With a grin, Harry kneels in front of her, his hard dick at her lips.
She licks his head, sending his body trembling. But when I pump into her pussy a second time she eases her entire mouth over his cock. Harry and I snarl as her body pleasures us. I can’t hold back, I pump her faster, deeper. She cries out around his cock, her voice muffled.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet for us,” I growl, bending low over her.
“You’re going to swallow all of my cum, baby girl,” Harry murmurs, holding her hair to direct her movements.
I dig my hands into her hips, knowing I’m likely bruising her. “And you’re going to come so hard for us, jewel.”
She moans into Harry’s cock and her pussy involuntarily clenches around my cock. I grunt, thrusting deeper into her as pleasure washes through me. “Fuck,” I curse through gritted teeth. “Oh, jewel, do you want my cum inside you? Filling you all the way up.”
Suddenly, she jolts and almost falls as she releases a deep moan. Harry and I adjust our grips to support her and she lets her body lean into us as she orgasms deeply. So deep that her pussy massages my dick and sends me into my own climax. My back arches as I pump into her, my fingers bruising the flesh of her hip.
She whimpers, and I see cum dripping down her chin as Harry climaxes. Our bodies rock back and forth together, Julia tethers me to the earth as the pleasure sweeps away my conscious. My breath is running ragged, my face twisted as I grunt. Harry’s cock slips away from Julia’s mouth as she turns back to watch me come.
Her face is a mask of ecstasy, her eyes lit from within. I love making her cum, I love watching her face twist with pleasure, her eyes rolled back into her head. She came quickly, so quickly I suspect she has much more to give us. And I’m not done with this jewel yet. I slide my cock out of Julia’s pussy, her juices and my cum coating my dick. With a growl, I flip her onto her side so she’s laying across the rug. The light from the fire dances across her skin, giving her a golden glow.
She’s like a porcelain doll in our hands. Pliable, bending to our will. She lets us direct her body and she likes it. For all that she’s strong and powerful and could probably kick Harry’s ass, she likes it when we manhandle her.
I position myself behind her, my still stiff cock poised over her ass. I meet Harry’s gaze. “Do you want to?” I ask, my voice carries a possessive edge.
“You go,” he says, staring greedily at Julia. “I want her pussy clenched over my dick.”
She shivers at his words, her body taut with anticipation. My hands are on her in an instant, roaming across her smooth skin. I see Harry moving his lips against hers, drawing her into a passionate kiss. She begins writhing between us, her ass grinding against my cock even as she rubs her pussy against Harry.
My hand slips between the lips of her pussy, coated immediately in her sticky juices. “Oh, such a good girl,” I murmur. “So wet for his big cock.”
Harry chuckles. “You ready, sweetheart? Ready to take both of us again?”
She nods, her fingers stretching over my body to grasp any piece of my flesh she can. She rakes her nails over my bare skin, leaving a stinging pleasure in their wake. I gasp and she watches me mischievously from the corner of her eye. Our jewel’s movements are always planned, always carefully orchestrated to please us, to tease us, to make us fucking want her.
Carefully, I slip a finger into her ass, and then a second when I find little resistance. She’s so fucking tight, her moans are reaching a higher pitch now that I’m toying with her tight hole. Harry is already slipping his cock inside her pussy. She goes still for an instant when he completely enters her, relishing in the sensation. Slowly, she grinds between us again, her breath coming faster and faster.
She’s ready for me now, so I ease my cock into her, taking my time. When I’m half way in she yelps and clutches me close. I pause and peer at her face. Her cheeks are flushed pink and she’s biting her bottom lip as if she’s on the cusp of another orgasm.
“Faster, faster,” she begs.
I push into her without hesitation, letting my girth fill her. It’s a tight squeeze. Her ass is already tight as fuck, but with Harry’s cock in her at the same time, there isn’t much room. Luckily, that only adds to our combined pleasure. Harry and I rock in and out of her to the same rhythm, leaving her trembling between us.
I pump in and out of her faster, the pleasure coursing through my body. Her soft moans and whimpers drive me closer to my own climax. But I hold back, intent on pleasuring her first. I want to hear her screams fill this tiny cottage.
“Come for me, baby,” I purr, fondling her breast.
She mewls in response, her legs shivering violently as her orgasm builds. Harry has one hand on her clit while he’s inside her, sending her body lurching against us. I bite gently on her neck, my tongue flicking out against her jugular. Her pulse is wild, her heart racing.
Her lips are on Harry’s, kissing him feverishly, desperately. Until her orgasm sends her over the edge and into a fit of pleasure. Her body rocks fervently against mine, new thrills of ecstasy building in my body. And we come at the same time, both of us crying out. I hold her tightly, pulling my cock all the way out before slamming back into her and filling her with my cum.
She’s crying, her body wracked with ecstasy. So taut and so intense she can hardly clutch at Harry. From the haze of my orgasm, I see Harry grunting, pouring his cum into her pussy. Her screams reach a new height, a new tone, a sound so pure and melodic my own body shudders with another orgasm.
It’s intoxicating, fucking her like this. Her reaction is so wholly liberated I feel it deep in my bones. She writhes, crying, screaming, whimpering, as her orgasm goes on and on. Every time her body calms, and I think it’s past, she squeezes her legs together and rewards herself with another.
I’m still inside her, pumping rope after rope into her tight ass. I pant and grunt and growl with the strain and the pleasure. Harry and I empty ourselves completely into her, giving her our bodies and our love in front of the low-burning fire.
Finally, she exhausts herself, and when her final orgasm fades, she wilts into the rug. We slide our cocks out of her and curl our bodies around her. She nestles closer to us, sniffling softly.
“Julia, are you okay?” I ask, wondering anxiously if I hurt her.
She shakes her head, a laugh bubbling from her lips. “I just, I’ve never felt anything like that. An orgasm so amazing I cried. How embarrassing.”
“That’s not embarrassing,” I say, my lips pressed to her bare shoulder.
Harry uses a finger to wipe the tears from her cheeks before they dry. “It’s an ego boost, baby.”
She swats him playfully. “You’re so stupid,” she giggles.
Harry feigns offense. “Mrs. Vogt-Roth, I believe I have been misled about you.”
She sighs and presses her back against my chest, closing the distance between us. “This is like a dream.”
“It’s real,” I whisper against her ear. “It’s real, and you deserve it.”
I can feel her pulse slowing as she drifts to sleep. “Ryker,” she mumbles. “Harry…baby…”
And
then she falls silent, that soft snore barely audible over the sound of the crackling fire. I chuckle low, reaching behind me for a fur blanket to drape over her. As we tuck her in to sleep between us, Harry lays a gentle kiss on her head.
I meet his gaze, a smile tugging at my lips. He grins back, an arm around Julia. “And they all lived happily ever after,” he says.
I roll my eyes and drop my head to the ground. “Cheesy fuck,” I mutter. But I don’t stop smiling, even when sleep claims me. Because he’s right. We will live happily ever after.
Epilogue
Julia
I’m hopelessly lost, wandering the marbled halls without direction. All I know is I’m dying for some sweets. And cheese. I still haven’t gotten used to the layout of Harry’s palace in Anhalt, even though we visit every few months. It’s a sprawling palace, grander even than the queen’s palace in Ivanfjord. Surrounded by a small, picturesque village on the edge of the lake, it looks like something out of a fairytale.
I sigh as I take yet another wrong turn and reach a dead end. It’s almost as if Harry’s ancestors designed this castle to be a maze on purpose. They wanted me to get lost, I think grumpily. Although Harry employs more servants than Ryker, I seem to have gotten turned around in a wing that no one works in. So, it’s up to me to find my own way out.
I consider calling Ryker or Harry to have one of them come find me, but I know they’re too busy. Ryker and Harry are working now. Harry has a meeting with a representative from the village, something about algae growing in the lake. Ryker is working remotely, taking care of business in Themen from here. Even though they’re busy, they would answer the phone, especially considering my condition, but I don’t want to bother them.