by Lana Hartley
I can't fight this right now. I don't want to.
I take one hand and place it around Lucien's neck; I pull him into me and kiss him, my mouth fitting on his perfectly. I kiss him softly, my lips brushing on his with such sweetness my heart starts to melt.
"Come here..." I whisper to Richard, looking at him over my shoulder. He goes around the bed and stands next to Lucien; I don't need to do a thing; he places one finger under my chin and bends over, kissing me softly as Lucien runs his hands through my hair gently.
I just want this moment to last forever.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, allowing passion and lust to mix and course through me with a fury. When I open my eyes, there's nothing but pleasure on my mind. I grab their cocks by the base and pull them to me; I lean into Lucien’s, taking it in my mouth as I push my head down, and then pull it out and devour Richard's, the scent on my pussy still lingering on his skin. I suck them both, bobbing my head once on each of them before switching; I start doing it so fast that their flavor starts to mix inside my mouth.
Supporting myself with one hand on the bed, I take the other one to between my legs and press two fingers over my clit. I start rubbing on it as my tongue parts my lips and I start licking their cocks. They come closer, their naked bodies so near they're leaning against each other.
I open my mouth wide, brushing my lips against the tip of Lucien's cock and then changing to Richard's. I keep on doing it until they enter a trance of delight, both men leaning into me. "Fuck me...just fuck me," I moan, pulling back and looking up at them. Richard gives Lucien a slight nod, and he acknowledges him by going back around the bed and positioning himself behind me, his long fingers grabbing me by the waist as he points his hard cock toward the wetness between my thighs.
“No need to ask,” Richard says, the tone of his voice almost like a shot of adrenaline. One thrust of his and my eyelids drop, his massive girth inside of me; blind with pleasure; I take one hand and grab Richard’s cock, guiding his meaty flesh against my lips. I kiss his tip, my tongue circling it in abandonment as my body rocks back and forth with each of Lucien’s thrusts.
Richard grabs me by the head and starts to thrust too, his other hand grabbing my tits and squeezing them hard. I start bobbing my head, his cock sliding in and out of me furiously, and only stop to suck in the saltiness on his tip.
I’m going crazy here, their cocks completely punishing me.
I jut my ass back at Lucien, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs over and over again, the sound of it like music to my ears. Each time I rock my body back and allow Lucien’s cock to slide deep inside of me, Richard’s thick member goes back out over my tongue; I then do the opposite, moving forward and making Richard’s cock brush against the back of my throat as Lucien’s slides out. It’s a perfect pendulum motion, a never-ending flurry of pleasure dancing inside of me.
I go as fast as I can, my limbs growing exhausted with the rhythmic and flowing motion of my body. But I push through, not wanting to waste a single second. Lucien grabs my ass then, his thumbs over the dimples on my lower back, and he starts to thrust wildly, a frantic rage pulling the strings of his movements. Fuck, I have to take Richard’s cock out of my mouth, my mind only capable of focusing on the delirious pounding Lucien is handing out
My muscles are tensing up, everything in me about to explode. I let out a high-pitched scream as I erupt, my whole body shaking as if I have no control. Christ, I never felt anything like this. I lean into Richard’s cock as a holy fire of ecstasy consumes my body, taking him in my mouth and sucking on him as if I’m minutes away from dying.
My pussy has tightened up around Lucien’s cock, but that doesn’t make him stop; on the contrary, it only makes him go harder and keep thrusting while waves of pleasure crash inside of me. Oh, God, this feels so good I can’t even think straight. The only thing I can do is submit to the way my body is readying itself to come all over again, the last wave of pleasure still receding over my mind.
Lucien slaps me across the ass as he thrusts, and then runs his fingers over my crack. With my eyes shut tight, I let fireworks go off behind my eyelids as he parts my ass cheeks and brushes his thumb against my crack, gently rubbing it against my hole. I love it. I know these two can do whatever they want to me.
They are mine, yes. But I’m also theirs.
I moan over Richard’s cock as Lucien slides his finger inside my ass, a bonfire of ecstasy inside of me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass—everything in me is being ravaged by them, and I fucking love it. There’s no other way to put it.
I take Richard’s cock out of my mouth as my body trembles in ecstasy once again, a pure avalanche of destructive pleasure taking me by assault. I never even knew I could survive pleasure such as this. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel something as good as this!
Screaming through my gritted teeth, I push my ass back against Lucien as I move my hand up and down Richard’s cock as fast as I can. That ticking bomb of ecstasy goes off inside of me then, lashes of vicious pleasure raging under my skin.
“Oh God, oh God,” I cry out, my body on the verge of collapsing. But there’s still hidden energy inside of me, and I want to use it for the main event. Oh, yeah, I’m far from being done.
Taking Lucien’s cock out of my pussy, I sit up on the bed and place my hands on Richard’s shoulders. I make him lie down on the mattress, and in a heartbeat I climb on top of him. Grabbing his cock by the root, I guide it inside my pussy and I lean forward, my mouth against his neck. The moment I feel the tip of his cock pressing against that delicious spot inside of me, I look back over my shoulder at Lucien.
Closing the distance between Richard and I, he kneels between Richard’s spread legs, grabbing his cock and brushing its tip up and down the length of my ass crack.
“Do it,” I whisper, gritting my teeth as I prepare my body for it. I have a hard time believing I would actually get to fuck both Lucien and Richard, and now I’m taking them on...at the same time.
Obliging, Lucien presses the tip of his cock against my hole. He starts pushing it in slowly, feeding inch by slow inch into my ass. I hold my breath as I feel his thickness stretching my insides, his shaft rolling down my ass at a steady pace. He only stops when all of him is inside of me, and that’s when my lungs start working again.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, my eyes closed shut as both men start thrusting at the same time. I keep frozen in place as they build the rhythm, sliding in and out of my pussy and ass until my brain feels like it’s being cooked alive.
When their rhythm finally reaches its zenith, my mind is drowning in a sea of unconscious pleasure. They keep going for God knows how long, time stretching and expanding as their cocks unleash a raging river of endorphins inside of me.
I scream so loud that my lungs feel like balloons ready to pop, my vocal chords so taut they might just snap. Every muscle in my body twitches as if wasps are stinging it, and I even feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.
Close to passing out, I use my last strength to give these men the prize they deserve, sweat dripping down my forehead as they keep thrusting.
“Come for me,” I moan, looking at Richard straight in the eyes. It doesn’t take more than that; just these three words and I feel his cock twitching hard inside my pussy. I dig my fingernails into his chest, clawing at his skin in the exact moment cum gushes out of him in a torrent. His cock spasms hard, his cum filling me up as Lucien grabs my ass cheeks hard and pierces me with a violent final thrust. I shiver, the twitching of Lucien’s cock inside my ass almost too much for me to bear.
Both my ass and pussy are drenched in cum, and I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better than this. I remain still as both men empty themselves inside of me, their juices coating my insides eagerly. Each spasm of their cock sends ripples through my body, each and every one of my muscles twitching in a feverish response.
As I feel Lucien pulling out of me, I roll to the side and allow Richard’s cock to
slide out of my pussy as well. I sit up on the bed, my legs dangling over the edge as my heart beats rapidly inside of my chest, and take a deep breath, grinning in pure delight.
Snow
“Fuck, this isn’t looking good,” Lucien whispers, peeking through the curtains to the road below. After the tavern they insisted we move to a safe location, and now we’re holed up in one of the dozen safe houses they seem to have spread around town. We did it just in time because shortly after, the military police strolled into town and started checking out every public establishment.
In fact, there’s a police car right outside of the apartment building we’re in. Lucien has his eyes on the men in uniforms outside and, judging by the way he’s running his thumb over the butt of the gun strapped to his belt, I’d say they’re up to no good.
“What are they doing?” Richard asks him.
“They’re putting up posters,” Lucien replies, and the tension in his voice sweeps away the need for further questions. The posters he’s talking about are of me. I guess that Prince Gladrell was right; the Queen isn’t holding back when it comes to dealing with loose ends.
“Guys...” I call them, sitting up and going for the remote. I’ve been staring at the TV for an hour now, just watching some dumb show while we wait for the heat outside to become more manageable, but now a special announcement has just interrupted the scheduled programming.
“Shit,” Lucien whispers as I turn the volume up. On the screen the Royal emblem is flashing, and then that image gives way to a podium, and behind it there’s the flag of St. Carlta. Commanding that scenery, there’s my lovely stepmother, Queen Moira.
With her hair cascading down her shoulders, there’s a stern expression on her face. She has her lips pursed and there’s ice in her eyes, and she looks as beautiful as she looks intimidating.
“Citizens of St. Carlta,” she starts, looking at the camera without blinking even once, “these are dark times, I won’t deny it. The King is unfit to rule, but some among our midst have grown too attached to power. As such, it’s with a heavy heart that I’ll have to take some hard measures.”
Lucien and Richard exchange a glance, and there’s something in their seriousness right now that makes my heart tighten up.
“Princess Snow is on the run,” the Queen continues, the ice in her words growing. “She seems to be working with those that want to overthrow the order in this country, and so I have no choice but to tell you this: anyone caught harboring Princess Snow will be tried, sentenced, and executed as a traitor.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Richard mutters, and I feel the palm of my hands become sweaty. Is this really happening? Has she gone mad? I knew she wasn’t someone to be trusted, but I never thought she’d go this far.
“She’s crazy,” I say, looking from Richard to Lucien, but they don’t even reply. Their eyes are glued to the screen, hanging on each and every word the Queen says.
“Princess, if you’re listening,” my stepmother goes on saying, “please turn yourself in. There’s no reason to bring any more chaos to our beloved kingdom. Turn yourself in, and atone for your sins and those of your father.” Leaning in, she then narrows both her eyes into slits, and I feel as if she’s staring at my very soul. “Because, trust me on this...I’ll find you. And once I do, the consequences will be severe.”
With that, she falls into a somber silence, looking at the camera until the image finally fades away.
“Well, we were right,” Lucien sighs, taking the remote out of my hands and turning the TV off. “She’ll stop at nothing.”
“We gotta —” Richard starts to reply, but he falls silent as the apartment door swings open. His hands drop to his belt, where he has the holster of his gun, but his fingers relax as he sees William walk through the doorway.
“The whole city is crawling with soldiers,” William says as he comes in, quickly locking the door behind him.
“Yeah, we’ve seen the military police —”
“Forget about the military police. We’re dealing with the regular cops, the military, and I’ve had word that the Royal soldiers are already on their way as well. Soon enough we’ll be trapped in here.“ Running one hand through his hair, William presses his back against the door and sighs heavily. Looking straight at me, he purses his lips, deep in thought. “We gotta move.”
“Shit,” Lucien mumbles, sitting on the chair next to the window and once more peeking through the curtains. “Soon enough they’ll be setting up roadblocks and then we’ll be really fucked.”
“Yeah, I’ll warn the others. We gotta head back to the hideout fast,” Richard agrees, grabbing the radio strapped to his belt.
“Hey,” I protest, jumping up to my feet and folding my arms over my chest. I look from Richard to Lucien, and then to William, and only then do I start to talk. “I’m standing right here. Don’t I have a say on what happens next? It’s not like I’m okay with putting your lives at risk! You’ve heard the Queen; if any one of you is caught, you’ll be —”
“Snow, please,” William whispers, closing the distance between him and I, and softly placing his index finger over my lips. “None of us is afraid of the consequences. We were aware of the dangers the moment we signed up for this...” Taking a deep breath, he then averts his gaze from mine and continues. “And, no, unfortunately you don’t have a say on what happens right now. The queen has turned you into a pawn in a political game, and we have to do our best to protect you.”
“William’s right,” Lucien agrees, nodding. “Right now the priority is getting you back to the fortress. And we don’t have time to discuss it. We have to move.”
“Okay, okay,” I whisper, looking at Lucien. “Let’s go then.”
They’re right; this isn’t the time for me to act like a spoiled little brat. This is war, and my stepmother turned me into a pawn. A pawn she wants to grab and grind into dust.
If I want to make it out of this alive, I’ll have to trust my seven protectors.
Nicholas
“Shit, they gotta hurry,” Derek whispers, fastening his jacket as he rubs his hands together. As he speaks, his breath turns into a white mist, slowly rising up in the air before being picked up by a gentle breeze. Even though the days have been warm, the nights remain cold and somber, just like the state the realm is in.
“Lucien,” I say into the radio, holding it close to my mouth as I hold down the button on the side. “What’s the holdup?”
“No hold up,” he replies quickly, his voice coming out of the radio more rugged than it really is. “Snow is already going down. She’ll exit through the front and you guys pick her up.”
“Roger.”
“Richard, William, and I will double back to see if there’s any surveillance in this place. I’ve already signaled the others to meet at the rendezvous point.” There’s a faint steady sound from the other side of the line, and I realize that he’s hurrying down a set of stairs. “Over and out,” he finishes, and then there’s only silence.
“I don’t like this,” Derek continues, looking from one side to the other as he keeps on rubbing his hands. “We’re too exposed in here. Snow should have never came.”
“But here I am.” Startled, one hand already on the butt of the gun I have tucked under my belt, I turn on my heels. And there she is, standing in the doorway with a serene expression. For someone who has a whole army looking for her, she seems more poised than I expected. And, despite wearing just a simple dress, there’s no mistaking who she really is: the most beautiful woman in the whole kingdom.
“Good,” I smile, even though I feel my heart beating at a rising pace. Soon enough there’s going to be roadblocks everywhere, and if we don’t hurry...Well, I guess all seven of our heads will end up adorning the walls of the palace. Sure, we live in civilized times, but Queen Moira is a throwback to darker times. “Let’s move.”
Nodding at Derek, we both position ourselves by Snow’s side. Walking with her, we go down a few blocks, trying to act as
casually as possible. You might think that acting stealthy might be the best way to escape this situation, but acting as normal as possible is usually the way to go.
By the time we’re only a few hundred meters away from our meeting point, a car in the distance flashes its headlights at us. I start hurrying toward the car, but Derek just places one hand on my chest and stops me dead in my tracks.
“That’s not our team,” he merely says, and I narrow my eyes, trying to focus on the car waiting for us. Not, it’s definitely not our team; Lucien is supposed to be driving a black van, not an SUV.
“Then, who the —?” I start to say, but then I answer my own unfinished question. “What the hell is the Prince doing here?”
“No fucking idea,” Derek growls, slowly placing one hand behind his back and taking out his gun. “But I don’t like this. He wasn’t supposed to be here.”
Then, perhaps tired of waiting, the SUV slowly starts rolling down the road. We stand there waiting, no doubt in our minds that it’s Prince Gladrell sitting inside that car. Thing is, what the hell is he doing in town? He was supposed to be rallying the support of the cities surrounding the capital, not tracking us down.
“Took me long enough to find you,” Gladrell breathes out as he jumps out from the back of the SUV, running one hand through his hair and smiling at Snow. Even for a nobleman, he always went overboard with his I’m-just-too-cool presumptuous air.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Derek asks him, his voice more nervous than I expected. Despite not being the one in charge of intelligence efforts, Derek always had a knack to spot when something’s wrong.
“I’m here to pick the Princess up,” he tells Derek with a shrug, offering Snow one more smile. “The situation has changed, and I think she’d be safer with my team.”
