DOUBLE PRINCES: A Twin Step Royal Romance (With BONUS Book His Tight Little Brat)

by Cassandra Dee

  “No need,” she said authoritatively. “I believe that if two consenting adults, who are both legal age, wish to be joined in holy matrimony, then so be it,” she said. “Who am I to question their happiness in the eyes of God? Who am I to act as the arbiter of truth? I’d be happy to conduct your ceremony,” she said with a welcoming smile.

  And so that’s how we came to be at the altar of the local Unitarian church, me holding Summer’s hands, Holt on the other my other side looking on as best man.

  “Do you, Hayden Halborg, take Summer Miller as your truly wedded wife?” intoned Pastor Hunter.

  I was beaming, my chest puffed out, so proud to be standing next to this amazing woman.

  “I do,” I growled, looking at her hungrily.

  “And do you, Summer Miller, take Prince Hayden Halborg as your truly wedded husband?” the pastor continued.

  I saw Summer take a big breath then, touching the corsage Holt had given her before the ceremony, fingering the purple petals and smiling at him before looking once more into my eyes.

  “I do,” she said. “Times two,” she added softly.

  And Holt stiffened with pleasure beside me, his smile wide as a mile as he watched us exchange rings. Because our girl had acknowledged our three-way in the best way possible. Unbeknownst to anyone but us, she’d had her ring engraved with three letters – “HSH” as a tribute to our relationship, our taboo menage.

  And so it was done. Our beautiful girl became a lady of the kingdom … and the future of the Halborg line.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Summer

  “Oh god,” I moaned, shivering as I bent over, “More!” I begged, as the shower water pounded down on me. The twins merely chuckled at my pleas before commanding my body, emptying themselves in me with roars of pleasure.

  Because it’s been the best honeymoon ever. After our quickie ceremony, Hayden and Holt whisked me off for a mini-vacation, back to where it all started, the Kolstya Mountains.

  “Are you sure?” I’d asked dubiously, looking around the sparsely-furnished cabin. “This doesn’t seem like much of a honeymoon spot. I mean, there are rebel troops in the woods, I was kidnapped last time, don’t you remember?”

  But Hayden and Holt had laughed it off.

  “Trust me, we’re safe,” they said lightly. “We have a couple loyal guards with us, they’ll be stationed at the campsite 24/7.”

  And it was true, there were guards … a lot of them. In fact, it seemed like the entire campsite was occupied by military men, dudes in scruffy camouflage outfits and beat-up combat boots. And the weapons they held were no joke. New, oiled, and borne with pride, they looked ready to be used at any moment.

  And so I’d shrugged. After all, I was a recently-wed woman and wanted to focus on my husbands, the security stuff was their business.

  “Let’s go then,” I said with a coy smile, fingering the ties to my dress.

  And with a hungry growl, Holt had carried me across the threshold in his massive arms, depositing me on the big bed where I bounced a few times while laughing, breathless.

  “Roughing it is going to be fun,” I giggled. “I like it already.”

  “Oh you’re going to like it even more,” growled Holt, “As soon as I get this off you.”

  And with a massive rip, he seized my dress in both hands and tore the fabric right off me, leaving me nude and pink on the embroidered coverlet, shock visible on my face even as I colored all over.

  “Mmmm, I love seeing her blush, don’t you?” murmured Hayden, staring as my cunt. I only flushed harder, my pussy turning pinker, moistening involuntarily.

  “She looks amazing,” growled Holt, his eyes devouring me, hungry, gleaming.

  But I wasn’t going to let them get the upper hand so fast.

  “Then come and taste it boys,” I said sweetly, leaning back and spreading my legs the way they liked. To make it extra nasty, I held myself open, my fingers sliding down and pulling my labia apart to expose the juicy pink within. It was so hot, my channel throbbing, pounding visibly, my walls glistening with female nectar, already running to form a tiny wet spot on the bedspread.

  And Holt and Hayden were on it immediately.

  “You’re always so fucking wet,” rumbled Holt, his eyes never leaving my cunt as a big finger traced over my pussy, niggling my clit, touching the little hole where his dick would go.

  I sighed, breathless, my eyes closing momentarily.

  “I am,” I breathed, throwing my head back, “I love it double,” I confirmed, and just like that, I was thrown over Holt’s shoulder again, giggling, all jiggly female flesh. Except this time we were headed to the cabin’s bathroom, where a massive shower stall with multiple spouts stood in the corner.

  “You like?” rumbled Hayden, flicking a switch. “We had this especially installed for you.”

  And I gasped in awe as water jetted like a natural waterfall, droplets flying, the light creating a rainbow even in this small space.

  “This is unexpected,” I breathed, dazzled, “I thought we’d be roughing it in the woods.”

  And my husbands laughed deeply, taking in my astonishment, my pure delight at the luxury.

  “We thought you’d like it,” they said, depositing me inside before dropping their shorts and joining me in the stall. “And there are more surprises,” they ground out, rubbing up against me.

  I sighed with pleasure, sandwiched between the two huge men. Hayden and Holt were so dominating, so imposing, and exactly what I wanted. Their shoulders were wide enough that they almost touched each side of the shower stall, their hulking forms making me feel petite and tiny. And best of all, there were two of them, four hands running over me, soaping up my hair, stroking my breasts, running into that secret space between my thighs as water pelted us.

  “Oh!” I cried out as Hayden tweaked my nips. “Oh oh!” I squealed as Holt pushed a finger into my vag, my lips sucking hungrily at the penetration, drawing him in deeper for more.

  But a finger was nowhere near enough, not even close. I needed donkey and I needed it bad. Bending over, I offered myself, leaning forwards as far as I could while pulling my cheeks apart, showing them my pinkness, everything from anus to clit.

  “Take me,” I gasped, begging them. “Put it where it counts.”

  And my husbands didn’t hesitate. The twins pushed me down so that I was on my hands and knees in the shower stall, my hair plastering my back, water droplets running into my sweet spaces. Hayden thrust into me doggy-style, invading my pussy, that sweet flesh squelching around his massive dong, struggling a bit as I adjusted once more to that fifteen-incher. He moaned, pushing harder, ramming his hips forward until he was balls-deep inside, his sacs massaging my clit.

  “I’m in,” he ground out to his brother. “Your turn.”

  And Holt took that as his cue. He straddled me in front of his brother and pointed his dick at my ass. With a bit of probing and then a swift push, he was in as well, my sphincter resisting at first but then giving it up, the tight slide almost too much to bear.

  “Aieee!” I squealed. “Aieee! Aieee!”

  And I almost collapsed right then, two men riding me, both my holes completely stuffed, maxed out with thirty inches of dong. But the months I’d had of practice served me well, and like a well-oiled machine, my body began to respond as the men drilled in sync, going in, out, in, out, two penises driving it home.

  “More!” I squealed. “More, please!” I begged.

  And Hayden and Holt used me, used my body until I could take it no more. With a final shriek, my form clenched, my pussy and ass clamping down on the donkey dongs inside, the beginnings of a mighty wave running through my cunny to spread to my nips, my chest, my fingers and toes. I almost collapsed from the sensations except I was locked onto those hard poles, pinned in place as I seized and squirmed.

  “Oh!” I screamed, my boobs swaying, electrified as I bucked and pulsed around the donkey dongs lodged inside. “Oh!”

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nbsp; And my twin princes weren’t immune either, the sensations too overwhelming. The incredible feel of my pussy and ass wrapped around them, squeezing them, milking them, made them come and I felt, rather than heard, the men roar simultaneously, spurting their man milk into my channels, the powerful semen creaming against my insides, spray after spray of Vitamin D coating my passages.

  “Fuck!” roared Holt.

  “FUUUCK!” responded Hayden.

  And I really did collapse then, a receptacle for their pleasure, my insides creaming with a mix of my own female juice and their precious cum. My princes rode me until the end, holding my slick, nude body close, pounding, pummeling, as the nectar seeped out from my private parts, sticky, white and oh so virile.

  And after it was all over, they stroked me, held me tight, running huge fingers over my sensitive nips, stroking gently through my folds, making me feel good once again. Because we weren’t done, not by a long shot.

  “Ready?” asked Holt rhetorically. “Ready for more, princess?”

  And I sighed languorously as the sensations began to build, ripples of pleasure ripening in my cunt once more. Because you know what? I was a lady of the kingdom now … and my heart, mind, soul, and body belonged to these two men.

  PART FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Summer

  “Holt, who is that man?” I asked curiously, indicating a guard who stood about twenty feet from us. He was older than most of the soldiers, grizzled almost, with a sharp, lean face, and a weary look.

  Holt glanced up.

  “Oh him? Just a dude who’s worked for us a long time,” he said casually, too casually. “I think Barbaro joined the service straight out of military school, isn’t that right Hay?” he asked.

  Hayden glanced up as well, frowning before turning back to the campfire.

  “Yeah, Barbaro’s been around a long time,” he grunted. “Since we were boys. Want some beans Summer? They’re good for your elasticity,” he winked at me, smiling lasciviously.

  And I smiled back, holding my plate forward, but the distraction didn’t work. The middle-aged man was unmistakably familiar, dating back to my time with Operation Smile.

  I took a deep breath.

  “Hayden, Holt,” I said authoritatively, mustering as much confidence as possible. “I know that man.”

  My husbands turned to look at me, eyes penetrating, alert with tense energy.

  “What do you mean?” asked Holt. “From the palace you mean?”

  I shook my head slowly.

  “No, not from the palace, from here,” I replied.

  Total silence for a few seconds and then Hayden answered.

  “What do you mean, from here?” he asked slowly. “You mean from the Kolstya Mountains? A lot of Slavic men look similar to outsiders, you may be mistaking him for someone else,” he added carefully.

  But I shook my head. I’d been noticing strange things happening around the camp and was confident in my belief that this was more than a honeymoon hide-out.

  “Your Highnesses,” I began. That made them look up. I usually only call them “Highness” when I’m creaming, my body in the throes of pleasure, or if I had something really important to say. “I know something’s up. You don’t have to pretend that this is just a honeymoon. I see you talking with the men, I see you organizing deliveries, I see how preoccupied you are when we should be relaxing, enjoying nature, having fun in bed.”

  Because it was true. Sure, my husbands gave it to me good between the sheets, but they got distracted if a sharp crack sounded outside, any unexpected rustle. I realized that these alpha males were always attuned to danger, alert to any threat. And I wanted to know why.

  “Tell me,” I said persuasively. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

  The twins shared a look with one another before coming to a silent agreement. Hayden began.

  “Honey, remember how you were abducted during Operation Smile? Well, not exactly abducted but trussed and tied up in the laundry room with your two friends?” he asked.

  I frowned.

  “Yes of course. The secret police are on that though, they think it’s because of the civil war, you know, rebel forces and all. They figured some insurgents in the mountains came to our campsite and decided to send a message to the West by threatening a bunch of foreign doctors and nurses. Little did they know, they got three students,” I said wryly. “Why? Have there been any developments?”

  Holt and Hayden shared another glance before turning towards me.

  “That’s the thing honey,” said Holt gently. “We are the rebel forces. Hayden and I,” he clarified, “We’re leading the guerilla movement.”

  My jaw dropped then. The guerillas had been painted as a threat to the crown, a bunch of lowly criminals fighting the current King, intent on dethroning Constantine and everything he stood for. I was dumbfounded.

  “But why?” I gasped. “You’re royalty, yet you’re fighting with the rebels? This makes no sense,” I said, shaking my head. “Why?” I repeated again.

  Holt was silent for a moment before answering.

  “It’s complicated,” he said slowly. “But I’ll try to explain. The rebel movement began thirty years ago, before we were even born. It started as a backlash against the growing inequality in our nation, rich people becoming ultra-rich, robber barons really, while normal people suffered. So there’s always been an undercurrent of unrest in Slovania.”

  “But it’s really picked up steam in the last ten years,” he continued. “People have railed against the elites, the aristocrats, and the monarchy. They think that Slovania should be a democracy, that the ruling class needs to be brought down, society leveled and opportunities equalized.”

  I knew all this just from watching the news. Everyone knew that the Slovanian rebels wanted to overturn the current government, hated King Constantine and everything he represented. But Holt and Hayden’s roles made no sense.

  “But what about you?” I asked slowly. “You’re Constantine’s sons. If you win, you still lose right? I mean, they hate your dad and by extension you too.”

  Holt and Hayden nodded.

  “Sometimes there’s more power working from the inside,” said Holt enigmatically.

  Hayden was more forthcoming.

  “You’re right in a way, baby,” Hayden said slowly, “But when Holt and I were medical students in the U.S., we were also absorbing other viewpoints, examining different political and economic systems. We came to the conclusion that the current Slovanian system is corrupt, that it needs to be upended, and that meant joining the rebel forces.”

  I gasped.

  “But what’s going to happen to your family?” I said slowly. “What about your dad? What about Halson and my mom? What’s going to happen to them?”

  Hayden spoke forcefully.

  “I’m not sure, but we’ll do everything to make sure they stay safe,” he stated. “The stuff you see on the news about atrocities, human rights violations, that stuff is fake,” he said forcefully. “That stuff was trumped up by my Dad to portray the rebel groups as total barbarians. The truth is we’ve never violated the Geneva Convention and certainly won’t do so, not on our watch.”

  “So you haven’t executed anyone?” I said slowly. “Not like they say in the papers?”

  “Of course not,” answered Hayden, his face hard. “Like I said, Dad trumped it all up.”

  And I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if Hayden and Holt confessed to summarily offing people. I wasn’t sure about a lot of things but that definitely went against my value system, the deep moral code that made me human.

  “But,” added Holt, “it doesn’t mean that we haven’t been, ah, forceful in our treatment of prisoners.”

  I nodded slowly. What did “forceful” mean exactly? I took a deep breath and closed my eyes momentarily. It was better not to know, not now, because there was so much hitting me right now from all sides that I needed some time to proce
ss it, to better understand the situation first.

  But big questions still lingered.

  “So was our honeymoon a sham?” I asked, careful to keep my voice steady. “Are we even really married?”

  The princes shot me a hard look then.

  “Of course we’re married,” growled Hayden.

  “You’re not getting out of it,” rumbled Holt for further emphasis, his brows lowered.

  But I wasn’t convinced yet. There’d been so much movement around the camp by various guards, the stealthy transport of soldiers and supplies, that I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

  “What is this then?” I asked, gesturing to our surroundings. At that particular moment, there was a caravan of artillery arriving, thirty men standing sentry on a dirt track.

  Holt took a deep breath.

  “Baby, this is a rebel base,” he said. “We’ve been running ops out of the Kolstya Mountains for a long time. We figured we’d kill two birds with one stone, combine work and play by honeymooning here. It’s safer than any other place in the world,” he said persuasively. “Security’s tight and we hand-picked each soldier.”

  But I just shook my head.

  “What about Operation Smile then?” I demanded, frowning. “Was that all fake? Were you actually performing operations on underprivileged kids, correcting cleft palates and helping children live a normal life?”

  Hayden smiled reassuringly.

  “Baby, that was all real, trust me. We are doctors, we did those procedures, but the timing was bad. The medical mission interfered with our ops and we needed you guys to leave as soon as possible.”

  I frowned, slow realization dawning.

  “And so you orchestrated my kidnapping, didn’t you?” I asked, slowly. “You tied us up and created a situation so that the medical mission would evacuate.”

  Silence for ten seconds as the twins shared a glance before turning back to me, nodding.

  “It wasn’t us, not personally,” Hayden said gently. “But yeah, it was our men. It’s not safe here in the mountains and we needed you guys out,” he said simply. “I’m not even sure how the medical mission got placed in the Kolstya Mountains, it’s turf warfare out here.”