Her Highness, Princess Perry: Contemporary Reverse Harem (Kingdom of Veronia Book 2)

by Serena Akeroyd

  She clamped down on him, holding the digit snugly in her pussy as he returned to her clit. This time, he gave it an open-mouthed kiss as he treated it cruelly. Flicking it, sucking it, taunting it. Not giving it the delicate touch it needed. Instead, punishing it for her disobedience. And all the while, he fucked his finger in and out of her.

  Slowly but with intent, not stopping until he could go no deeper.

  Her pelvis rocked, and her moans grew needier as he added another finger. He started to scissor the digits then, stretching her as he changed tactics. His tongue gentled as his fingers began to fuck her, and the contrast had a deep cry escaping her throat.

  There was no way his cousins could fail to hear that, and, in the periphery, he sensed them shifting, moving about. But he didn’t move from this spot.

  She’d wanted his attention, so she was getting it.

  He looked up at her, saw her hands were cupping her tits, watched on as her head swayed from side to side against the cushions, as though the pleasure was too much for her to stay still.

  The sight inspired him.

  He removed his fingers from her pussy, slipped those of his other hand deep into her core, then, he moved down and prodded her asshole.

  She fell silent then, her breathing deepening into ragged pants.

  “She likes that,” George remarked softly, and he stepped nearer, making Xavier realize the small chess table had been shifted away, and that both his cousins were watching the show their woman was giving them.

  “She does,” Edward concurred. “How tight is she, Xavier?”

  He mumbled against her clit. “About to find out.”

  Both men laughed, then George chided, “Don’t tense up, Perry. That won’t make it any fun.”

  She moaned, and as he peered up, he saw George had moved toward her. Granting Xavier a glimpse of his cousin’s bare ass—when had the bastard stripped?

  In less than a second, the sounds of someone being sucked off were very evident, and God help him, his cock ached in response. Pressed into the sofa the way he was, there was no friction. Just pressure. And Jesus, he wanted.

  With a moan, he doubled his efforts. Torturing her clit with barely-there flickers, keeping his fingers static in her cunt, and gently pushing into her ass, preparing her there for one of them.

  A flush of heat swept through him at the idea, but that was nothing to the orgy that was going on before him. The inkling of which sent fire through his veins, but when he looked up and saw Perry’s small hand clasping Edward’s dick, it hit home.

  He was as much a pervert as they were, because knowing that they were doing this to her, that the three of them were owning her pleasure and gifting it to her?

  He’d never felt so fucking alive in all his life.

  And hell, he’d thought he’d loved sharing her with just Edward.

  How had he lived without this for so long?

  Without the adrenaline burst, the spiking arousal?

  Lightheaded, he spread his fingers inside her pussy and pressed down against the one in her ass.

  And that was it, like a rocket, she went off. Her thighs reared up, and with the strong muscles, she clamped down on his head as she keened, rocking from side to side in response.

  He had to laugh because he could barely breathe, thanks to her chokehold. The noise must have gained Edward’s attention because he snorted. “I think you’re choking Xavier, Perry. And considering he just made you cum, I think that’s a touch mean, darling. Don’t you?”

  She let out a moan that was mumbled around George’s cock, but the tight grip she had on his head immediately relented.

  He moved away, wiping his mouth on his shoulder, as he continued to ply her holes. Spreading her wide, getting her used to the touch in both her ass and pussy.

  Edward let out a growl. “Enough teasing. Perry, let go of George’s cock.”

  Her disgruntled moan had them all chuckling. She had her bone(r) and like a dog, she wasn’t about to let it go.

  “We’ll make it worth your while,” George said, but he panted the words, then he groaned, staggering back as she released him. “You have the mouth of a piranha, sweetheart,” he said on a gulp.

  Perry rubbed at her lips with the back of her hand. “But I don’t bite my meals.”

  He groaned. “No, you’ll just suck me dry.” He growled at the thought, then, before any of them knew what he was doing, he reached down and hauled her up into his arms.

  In less than a minute, they’d moved from awkwardly standing around the sofa, to him sitting back against it, Perry on his knee.

  The move mirrored the position Perry had been in days before when George had cautioned her to take things slowly.

  And Xavier didn’t think his cousin had forgotten that.

  A belief that was confirmed when he grunted, “Ride me, Perry.”

  Her mouth formed an O as she reached down, and with her small hand, grabbed ahold of his cock. With the other on his shoulder to steady herself, she sank down onto his shaft, and the pair of them groaned as she settled against his lap.

  He watched them pant, their lips brushing, their breaths mingling and knew that if he didn’t free his cock soon, he’d fucking explode.

  With his hand on his fly, he released himself and grabbed a hold of his shaft. A few swift wanks didn’t improve his situation, but a firm hand on his balls did the trick.

  Seeing the bottle of lube on the sofa, where one of the guys had obviously left it earlier after moving the table out of the way, he reached for it and coated his shaft with the liquid.

  The slick glide of his hand this time was fucking torture. But, prepared now, he dropped to his feet and used Perry’s position to facilitate things.

  Spread open, he could see her asshole winking back at him, and that was further helped when Edward split her cheeks with his hands, pushing them wide apart.

  She jolted at the move, her head turning to the side to figure out who was doing what, but George’s hands came up to cup her breasts and he rocked his hips up, grabbing her attention.

  Xavier used his slick fingers to slide into her ass. She’d already told them she wasn’t a virgin there, but the ease in which he slipped into her told him she liked anal. And the moan she let loose, as well as the way her head rolled back on her shoulders at his penetration, merely confirmed that belief.

  “Jesus, you should feel her clamping down on me,” George muttered, sounding both desperate and aroused.

  “I l-love anal,” she whispered, then released a keening cry as Xavier thrust another finger into her ass. Scissoring them as he’d done with her pussy, he made sure she was ready.

  “Move back, George,” Edward directed.

  No more words were spoken as George copied Perry by slumping deeper into the cushions so he was laying back. He scrambled his legs up so he was flat out, and Xavier, avoiding his cousin’s hairy thighs, bracketed them with his own as he climbed onto the sofa too.

  Perry had fallen onto all fours at the change in position, and her round and curvy ass was up and bobbing in the air as he looked on.

  Letting out a growl, he grabbed a hold of his shaft and pressed it to the tight pucker. “Are you ready for this, babe?” he demanded.

  “Oh God, yes. Yes!” she half-squeaked. “I n-need you. A-All of you.”

  The words were like music to his ears, and as he slipped inside, he knew he was slipping home.

  Perry screwed her eyes shut as Xavier filled her.

  It was a breathless moment. She wasn’t sure if he’d fit with George already deep inside her, and neither man was small.

  Her small holes felt like they were being… fuck, the exact opposite of choked. It made her throat tight and made sweat prickle along her brow and down her back as Xavier carefully thrust inside her.

  She panted, slumping against George’s chest as she acclimated to the fullness.

  Whatever she’d expected, it hadn’t been this, but she loved it. Loved it with a passion that ast
onished her.

  Though she was overwhelmed, it was the best kind. Like tears of joy or sad laughter. The contrast made no sense and yet, it meant the world.

  She sucked down air like the room’s oxygen supply was depleting, and gradually, as both men stroked her with their hands, soothing her and gentling her, she finally found her place.

  Settling back so she was no longer slumping over George, she went onto her hands and knees and felt her mouth gape at the sight of Edward, standing there, his eyes glinting like the finest diamonds, and one hand on his cock, the other on his balls.

  He loved this. Loved seeing her this way. It was in his stance, the way he stood tall and straight. His legs wide, his cock held firmly. He was proud and unashamed, and she’d given him that.

  She’d made him look that way.

  A shudder eased its way down her spine at the thought.

  Her mouth watered as he clenched his fingers down around his cock at the sight of her interest, and she pressed her own to George’s chest to sit up straighter. The move did interesting things deep inside her. Her back arched, and her pussy muscles clenched around George, while seeming to release around Xavier. Which meant, to her surprise, he could slide in deeper.

  She gasped, her mouth rounding at the new angles and deeper penetration. But she could tell the men liked, it if their dual groans were anything to go by.

  Xavier moved up close behind her, and his hands came to her elbows. She felt his support, knew he was helping to hold her upright in position.

  “Are you ready?” Edward growled, his voice deep and gruff and so keyed to her body, she felt tiny sparks in her pussy that spoke of another orgasm starting to manifest.

  She shuddered at the sensation, then whispered, “I’m ready.”

  He stepped closer, closer. Not stopping until his cock was a few inches away. She reached for it, then jerked when he slid the head over the curves of her lips, up the slope of her chin and down the line of her jaw. She felt the wet kiss of pre-cum on her skin, and her eyelids fluttered shut in response to his decadent caress.

  Her mouth quivered, need flooding her. The desperate urge to taste him rode her as she couldn’t ride the men beneath her—whatever happened, she knew she couldn’t move, not if she was to satisfy all three of them.

  And, goddamnit, this was the consummation of her wedding vows. There was no way in hell she wasn’t satisfying them all.

  The ease of it slid into her mind as slickly as George had filled her pussy. The rightness of the moment settled into place in her psyche, forever erasing even the smallest shadows of doubt from her mind.

  She’d been born for this.

  Born to be theirs.

  The notion was freeing, liberating, and she stopped letting Edward tease her, snapping her head to the left to grab ahold of his shaft with her lips.

  In response, he let out a long hiss and his hands came up to slide through her hair and hold her in place.

  And that was everyone’s cue.

  Slowly, at first, George began to arch his hips, rolling them upwards. Xavier began to push into her ass, steadily, thrusting in as George thrust out. To that motion, Edward fucked her face.

  For a second, as all three of them sawed into her, she was overwhelmed by feeling. Awed by the sensation. And then, her body skewed it. Translated it so it intensified, so that her mind became frenzied with each thrust. With the rub of Xavier’s cock against George’s, with the taste of Edward’s seed on her tongue.

  It was like panicking, but in a good way. She wanted more. She needed more. She was rabid. For them. For all they had to give.

  Perry tightened her pussy around George, and slipped a hand down her body so she could touch her clit. The further stimulus was like a firework exploding in her brain.

  The lights illuminated shadows she’d never even known, and as she explored those dark depths, the pleasure intensified. Sweat rolled down the curves of her body. Xavier’s chest was slick at her back, and the heat George and Edward emitted roasted her.

  At that moment, she knew she’d never been more alive. They’d brought her to this. Had driven her to the pinnacle. Just as Edward had promised her, right at the very beginning when he’d told her he and his brother worked together to rock a woman’s world.

  He hadn’t lied.

  Her secret desires and passions born from reading smutty erotica had come to life because of them.

  The tales she’d read paled in comparison though. Now she was here, now she was at the center of their love, everything seemed to explode into reality.

  Her fingers quickened as George and Xavier’s pace did, too. They worked in tangent, sweating and groaning, panting and pleading for completion.

  Then, she felt it.

  It was there. Right in the depths of her mind, deeper than even the shadows the fireworks of her pleasure had revealed.

  It was dark there. Black. So deep and so Stygian that she was blind.

  But she didn’t need to see to feel the splash of Xavier’s cum deep in her ass. She didn’t need to see to feel Edward’s hands tighten in her hair as his thrusts in her mouth became short, sharp, and jerky as he rode out his release. And she didn’t need to see to hear George’s roar of completion as he fucked his cock deeper into her, needing to give her every inch of him as he explored his own orgasm.

  The taste, the slick feel of them deep in her core, was a minefield for her to dance in. And dance she did, uncaring where she trod, unperturbed of where she stepped. Until finally, the explosion of her release came.

  It tore her into a million tiny pieces, ripped her to shreds in the cruelest of ways.

  But as she flew apart, she was glued together again.

  A stronger, fearless Perry, who knew, point blank, that the men around her were hers.

  There were no more doubts.

  There were no more fears.

  It was done.

  She was theirs, as they were hers.

  Simple.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Two days later, Perry laughed as she ducked in from the courtyard, from the bright light of day to the dark shadows of the Palazzo. Though the place was fully air conditioned, the way the shadows embraced the interior of the palace truly made all the difference when it came to moderating the temperatures.

  More laughter escaped her as she heard George’s feet tapping behind her. She’d ran in from the pool area… only after she’d pushed him into its chilly depths.

  “I’ll get you for that,” he hollered out behind her, but she just chuckled harder at his curses and grunts, slipping around the courtyard while chasing her.

  When she turned around and saw Drake standing there, of all people, her happy giggles died a death.

  She blinked. “I heard a car, but Drake…? What’s going on?” She cut Edward a glance, saw the pallor of his face, the whiteness about his taut mouth.

  More than that, she saw the agony in his eyes, the tremor of his jaw as he ground his teeth together.

  He was dressed in board shorts. They’d all been hanging around the pool this morning, and she now saw how the stress from Drake’s presence was actively affecting him.

  His fists were tensed so tightly his biceps bulged with the strain. And his throat? The sinews were so prominent, it looked painful.

  Gulping, she turned to Drake when Edward remained silent.

  Her mouth worked, the need for answers burning her tongue. But Drake stunned her. He moved towards her, and then she saw the contingent of guards at his back. A handful of other men gathered in the doorway. Men, she’d never seen before. Men, who suddenly made her uncomfortable when she realized she was in a bikini and nothing else.

  But their head of security didn’t give her time to grab a wrap, didn’t give her time to do anything. At his approach, another man appeared from Edward’s left. In his hand, he had some kind of scroll. His pace was quicker than Drake’s. He reached her side and held out his arm for her.

  She peered, confused, at Edward,
then when he just stared blankly, blindly, ahead, looked at Drake.

  He nodded, the motion encouraging. Unease filtered through her as she placed her hand on the man’s forearm.

  As he started to guide her toward Edward, she heard the patter of George’s feet, then his laughter as he made it inside the house. A few seconds later, she heard Xavier too. She also heard the punch and the “ow” as Xavier apparently punched George in the shoulder.

  “That’s for pushing me in too, jackass,” Xavier grumbled, and though a minute ago, she’d have laughed, now, her throat felt frozen. Her vocal chords too.

  At the silence in the salon, both her men seemed to realize that something was happening. That something was wrong.

  Very, very wrong.

  They fell silent too, and as the stranger guided her to Edward’s side, she fell into place at his right. Her terrified gaze switched between George and Xavier’s, who seemed to read the situation better than she had.

  George let out a choked sound that had fear roaring through her, and Xavier’s hand came up to cup the shoulder he’d undoubtedly punched mere seconds before.

  What the fuck was happening?

  Why was nobody speaking?

  She wanted to scream. Wanted to rail. Wanted to demand that someone tell her what was going on. And then… she wished she didn’t know. She wished it all back as the man with the scroll cleared his throat and in a pious tone declared to the room at large, “After the assassination of Queen Marianne, King Philippe the Fourth of Veronia, son of Xavier the Third, has abdicated the throne.

  “As of this date, the sixth of October two thousand and eighteen, and with great sorrow and great joy, I pronounce King Edward the Second and Queen Perry of Veronia as the sovereigns of our glorious and proud nation.”

  A stunned breath slipped from her lips as the others in the room, everyone from Drake and the guards to her men—her wonderful lovers also took part—sank to their knees, almost as one, and intoned:

  “Long live, King Edward.

  “Long live, Queen Perry.”