by Lana Hartley
It’s not one to one. Nathan gets back on top of me and starts fucking me. Hard. He just goes right for it, his whiskey breath all over, his hair all in my face, too.
We kiss hard, and he’s hitting all the right spots, pounding away at me. We roll over so I get on top of him, enjoying him the way I did the other night in the palace room. It’s honestly never felt like this before. I keep one hand on his chest and ride him harder and harder.
“Nathan…Nathan…” And this time the jealous ball is in Vincent’s court.
I cast my eyes around the room in search of Vincent, curious of where he’s at, only to find him simmering in the corner, a glass of wine in his hand as he intently watches the thorough fucking that Nathan is giving me. His eyes are dark and hard, like he’s restless with Nathan’s act and considering a way to bring me even more pleasure when he has his way with me next. I can feel him growing restless and trying to come up with a way to make me come next. Nathan growls low as his thrusts grow faster, more selfish, and suddenly his ass clenches as he stills between my legs, spilling his hot cum inside of me. He leans down and kisses me hard with sloppy lips, but he just came like a teenage boy, hard and fast and there was so much I can feel it inside of me.
I lie there as Nathan keeps his mouth on my neck, steadying his breathing. Vincent crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, and Nathan takes that as his cue to take a break. He pulls a cigarette from the pack on the bureau and lights it up. I like to watch Nathan smoke. He eyes me as smoke drifts from his mouth and Vincent starts kissing my neck.
I hold my hand out and motion for Nathan to come closer then wrap my fingers around his wrist when he’s within reach.
“Don’t burn yourself,” he says. But I already feel burned, in a way.
“OH!” I suddenly shout as Vincent pushes him way inside of me. My body seems to lift from the bed altogether, and my hand leaves Nathan’s wrist for the moment. Why do I feel like I need Nathan right now?
“Oh, Isadora,” Vincent breathes my name over my shoulder. He keeps his face in my neck and touches my breasts and there’s a kind of infant need involved. I wrap my arms around him as Nathan gazes down at me, and I can tell he wants to take me, but he practices his patience and goes to the foot of the bed and finishes his cigarette as Vincent finishes off inside of me.
My release is too short-lived, too quick, and I sigh and rest my head on Vincent’s shoulder. I want more, and this time I want Nathan’s cock in me. I gently press against Vincent’s shoulder and he moves to the side, allowing room for me to crawl over Nathan. He has this sexy stand-offish look in his eye and blows smoke in my face. I slap him for it, but it’s a playful kind of slap.
The moment our mouths clash we fall together hard, a heady wanton desire lingering over us, but there’s a look of fierce determination in Nathan’s eye; he’s going to make me work for it. He wants me to prove how much I want him. How much I need him. He’s switching the game up.
“I want you so bad,” I say, moving my hand down his heavenly body to his cock, which is ready for me. I turn over so I’m on my hands and knees. I want him all over me. But Nathan remains at the foot of the bed, with a lost puppy dog look in his eyes.
“Nathan, please,” I say, on my back now, legs parted with the most sincere invitation he could ever receive.
“Please…” I’m begging for him. I have a need like I’ve never known before.
He lay his body over mine, his shaggy hair is tangled and his stubble is against my cheek as his fingers caress my skin.
“Can’t it just be us? I need you, Isadora.” His voice is needy and raspy. It gets me so wet it soaks his fingertips as he traces my slit. He can tell how much I want him, which is more than any time before. Vincent is watching, and while Nathan’s eyes were flooded with jealousy and male determination to satisfy me, Vincent looks sad. His heart is shattered, and I can see all the little broken pieces of it in his eyes, shattering each time Nathan thrusts into me.
“Oh!” I hook my arm around Nathan; he’s really going for it good, and there’s the good pain involved.
“Hurt me,” I tell him. “Tear me apart.”
He grinds harder and faster. I wrap my arm tighter around his back, and I have the sudden need to tell him I love him. I need him, but I also need Vincent, and it hurts me to see him hurt. I reach out for Vincent, and he gets on the bed. He doesn’t make me beg or work for it, he’s willing to give, but at that second Nathan delivers a very successful thrust and I come, writhing about on the bed.
“Oh god…oh…” Nathan falls to my side and I roll over, but his hand never stops touching, caressing, feeling me.
“I want her,” Vincent demands. Nathan moves across the room, and Vincent takes his place on the bed.
He turns me over and gazes at me.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asks. When I shake my head, he seems surprised. Maybe the boys have underestimated my sex drive, but I can keep going. I sit up and kiss Vincent tenderly, the way I did that night he took me out to the garden, and he wooed me and did his thing. Nathan is sitting over on the chair, his cock and balls free for the audience to see, and he has his face in his hands and looks so vulnerable. He’s beautiful, and I wish I could have a painting of him in that moment to hang on my wall forever.
Vincent puts his finger on my cheek and tips my eyes up to meet his. He kisses me hard and slips his hand down between my legs and over my sore sex.
He’s gentle with me and I run my hand through his hair and sink back down on the bed. And He hovers above me, and the sting of my arousal is present and throbbing between my legs again. I wrap my legs around Vincent and let him back inside of me.
Meanwhile, Nathan is searing in the corner. He has this boyish pout on his face. Can’t he just relax? He’s always so competitive. He stands up and nears the bed as the audience watches everything– me and Vincent and him—and I wonder what he’s about to do.
He gets on the bed and straddles my face, and the scent of his cock—the lingering smell of our sex—covers my face like a blanket.
“Oh…”
I stick my tongue out to lick him, but I’m momentarily overcome by the hard thrusts I’m receiving from Vincent. Vincent? I didn’t know he had this in him. He’s clearly trying to compete with Nathan now. But his fucking is slightly different. Vincent doesn’t want to hurt me, and Nathan does because he knows I want him to.
It’s all fascinating and warm.
Nathan strokes his rigid cock, and I stick my tongue up and lick from his ass to his balls; I delight in watching him squeeze his hardened length as Vincent fucks me. I wonder if while Vincent comes inside of me, if Nathan plans on hosing my face down with his jizz?
I lick and suck at Nathan’s ass and balls until he switches positions and sits on my face. He thrusts his cock into my mouth and I suck him long and hard as Vincent continues to ride me. Nathan plunges deeper down my throat then pulls back and charges, “I’m gonna come on your tits.” His voice is deep and strained.
“Mmm,” I moan and suck him harder. The thought of him coming all over my tits singes electricity all through me. Vincent’s arousal is steadily inclining because he fucks me harder with each passing second.
The bed sways under our weight, the chains hanging from the ceiling clattering together rapidly with our movement. I kind of wonder if we can fall off and if we do, will we be entwined together, our legs and arms wrapped around each other, coming violently like crazy as we fall…
Nathan grows harder in my mouth, and the veins in his cock are starting to surface as animalistic sounds claw from his chest. I’m sure he’s going to come. Waves of pleasure myself wash over me from feeling Vincent in my pussy, and Nathan reaches down to start playing with my nipples, pinching and flicking them. We’re all three a mass of tangled sweaty limbs, hungry roars of pleasure. It’s obvious this is the climax point of our Bedding Ceremony, and the energy in the room is stifling, electric, and hot. I know the onlookers are just as excited as we
are, and my imagination stretches to the filthy perverts watching us closely with fancy binoculars, committing the look of Nathan’s orgasm to memory so they can get off on it later—fuck, if they aren’t now! Nathan jerks back and pumps quickly pumps his cock in his hand, spraying his warm cum all over my breast, lips, and face. The guttural roar that he releases echoes in my ears, and his face contorts in the most painstakingly pleasurable sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Just as I feel my release spiralling, Vincent pulls out and glazes my thighs with his cum, then pierces into me again, filling me to the brim.
“VIN – CENT!!!” I cry, his name broken as it falls from my lips.
Nathan grips my cheeks in his rough hand, and my eyes pop open to meet his. His eyes are hard and stern and hungry, and I know he’s devouring the sight of my release as I unleash it.
“Oh…Isadora…Isadora…” he chants, and I take his dick back into my mouth, sucking him roughly. I feel the weight of Vincent shift off of me, but I focus on Nathan. He pulls on my long blonde hair and tips my head back so he can feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I’m so eager to taste him. I suck him with a fervour and roll his balls between my fingers, and revel in the light that sparks like fireworks in his eyes as I draw a second release from him within just minutes.
“Oh please, Isadora,” he says and touches my face, his lust-hazed eyes hooded. He moves down my body, and I exhale a breath, but I’m taken aback when I hear gasps from the audience and feel Nathan positioning himself at my entrance. Even after release, he’s still erect, and the audience seems as shocked and awed as I am at this revelation. Nathan’s competitive nature shines through in this act because he fucks me roughly, moving my body freely to his liking so he can adjust himself for a deeper penetration.
The chorus from the audience grows louder above our sexual moans, everyone wondering who will win this game. I have no idea anymore. I’m sore and sated, but Nathan’s relentless, determined to fuck me breathless.
He flips me over on my hands and knees and has me facing the wall, directly in Vincent’s line of sight from the chair in the corner. Vincent looks impassive, studying us fucking as he sips his favorite wine, his cock still hard. Vincent pours another glass to the rim, his eyes never leaving mine, and I imagine Nathan’s cum filling me up inside just as the ruby red wine has filled up that glass.
Nathan takes me by surprise and flips me to my back, his hips relentlessly plowing into me and never missing a single thrust inside my tight pussy. “Oh god…” I whimper, and I wrap my arms and legs around Nathan and rake my fingers through his hair as he continues to fuck me. And Vincent stands up and walks over with a glass of wine and dumps it all over my tits. The smell of the wine is a bit rank but in a nice way, and Vincent leans down to lick off my chest, and I really want to know what Nathan’s cum tastes like mixed with the wine.
“Come…oh god…” My words are lost as the pain washes over me, and I can’t take anymore. I think there might not be an end to this. Vincent goes back over to the chair where the wine is and picks it up and pours another glass. He comes back over and sits on the edge of the bed, sipping his wine as his thumb traces circles around my pebbled nipple. He studies me with a new calm he never has before. My eyes close as exhaustion takes over. I’m very tired and sore and praying for a reprieve from Nathan’s endless fucking. I tug at his hair and cry out. Nathan’s eyes pierce me with a hard, lustful glare as he draws his cock from my pussy and shoots his cum all over my face and tits. I shut my eyes and let the wave of pain, exhaustion, pleasure all wash through me before a cold splash coats my chest. I look up at Vincent swaying panting low and dangling the now empty bottle of wine above my cum-covered tits.
Nathan rolls to the side, and Vincent spoons against me, wedged between these two princes who are set to be my kings. We all lie there panting, sweaty, exhausted in the best most delicious way.
“What’s the score?” Nathan actually wonders.
“I don’t know – guess we’ll have to do it all over again.”
The audience laughs and cheers.
Vincent
I wake up to find myself alone, which I suppose is for the best, if Isadora had any plans for the day. If it were up to me, I don’t think I’d ever want Isadora to leave our bed. I see that Nathan is also an early riser. Not surprising. I should join them, countries unfortunately do not govern themselves, and there are matters of state that I should attend to.
I rise from bed and head into the shower. As the hot water washes over me, I feel strangely hopefully. Never in a million years did I think this strange alliance would work. God knows I opposed it, but my sweet Isadora is nothing like the spoiled princesses I'd encountered before. She's smart and kind and actually knows how to govern. I didn't think I could fall so easily in love, but I'd be lying if I didn't say that my desire for Isadora is more than physical. I love her, and I think that Nathan may love her as well. When I see him look at Isadora, I don't see the usual guile in his eyes. I think Isadora truly allows him to be himself. I'm not sure that I trust Nathan completely, but if he is in love with Isadora that's best for all of us. If I can't trust him, I can surely trust his love for our wife.
I step from the shower and wrap a towel around my waist, before walking into the dressing room I now share with Nathan. He's staring into a drawer as if staring is going to make whatever he's looking for to appear. Maybe he’s trying to silently manipulate the drawer into giving up his contents. I don’t bother to hide my chuckle.
"Lost something?" I ask. I walk to my side of the room and select a navy suit from the closet. I open the other side and start looking for a shirt.
"My cufflinks, and I see you're finally awake," Nathan replies opening another drawer. "Over exert yourself at the Bedding Ceremony last night."
His own yawn interrupts the barb. Though there didn’t seem to be any real animosity behind it.
“Not a bit,” I reply, “but it looks like you might need a nap.”
"Here they are." Nathan plucks a pair of cufflinks from the corner of the dresser. "I don't have time to sleep. I'm scheduled to have tea with our mother-in -law.”
"Tea, why?" I ask. I’m instantly on alert. I’m willing to give Nathan the benefit of the doubt, but any meeting with the queen that I'm not attending is suspect, at best.
Nathan turns and looks at me, considering. I suspect he’s trying to decide if he can slip out of the conversation without answering my question. I give him a stare that clearly says he won’t leave without answering my question. Nathan sighs heavily.
"The truth?" He asks.
“I didn’t ask the question because I wanted to hear one your colorful lies.”
“I prefer the term elegant deceptions,” Nathan replies.
Nathan is trying my patience. "Why?" I ask again, taking a deep breath as I button my shirt.
“I think Ileana is up to something?” he says.
“Up to something?” I say, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, I don't know what, but all of this has been too easy. So I arranged to have tea with her, so I can do a bit of investigating.”
“I'm inclined to agree. Ileana resisted making an alliance for years, and now suddenly she changes her mind. It’s cause for concern, but if you suspect the queen of something, confront her out right.”
“Do you expect a woman like Ileana to simply tell me she’s planning to usurp the throne?” Nathan says.
“Of course not. And that’s exactly why I think having tea with her is a waste of time. She isn’t going to tell you anything but because you compliment her.”
“Oh my particular set of skills consists of far more than compliments. I’ve made many reveal their secrets without realizing what they’ve done.”
“You think you can charm the queen into a slip of the tongue.” I don't laugh in his face, but it's a near thing, a very near thing. Nathan must sense my disdain for his methods.
“What would you prefer I do? Twist her arm and deman
d the truth,” Nathan says.
“I don't twist arms, but I do prefer a direct approach.”
“I’ve heard rumors . . . But none the less, your approach only works with an honest opponent.”
“I’ve found properly applied force works as well on dishonest men as an honest one,” I say.
“Yes, but more truth can be bought with fondness than fear.”
Perhaps, for some but it takes time, and time is not always on our side. Persuasion doesn't take time if you master it. And threats lose their power if fear of death isn't behind them.”
“Who says the threat of death isn’t behind them?”
Nathan raises an eyebrow. “You can’t kill everyone.”
“True,” I concede, “but sometimes death is necessary.”
“Unfortunately that’s true, but if you don't mind, I'm going to refrain from threatening or killing the queen. It would be bad for diplomacy and no doubt get our marriage off on the wrong foot and frankly, upsetting Isadora is the last thing I want,” Nathan says, pulling on his jacket and looking away from me as though he feels he’s said too much.
I put my shoes on and give myself a quick glance in the mirror. “You love her don’t you?”
He turns and looks at me. “Is it so obvious?”
“Yes, but I suspect that’s only because I love her, too. I suppose then we have something in common.”
“It appears that we do.”
“And would you happen to know where Isadora is this morning?” I ask.
“I believe she said something about a calming walk in the gardens. I imagine you'll know where to find her,” Nathan says with a slight smirk.
“I imagine I will,” I say with a smirk of my own.
Isadora
I walk down the garden path to the clearing where I first kissed Vincent. The sun is warm across my shoulders, and a light breeze blows through my hair. The feel of my silken strands against my skin reminds me of a lover's touch. I came out to the garden to clear my head. I don’t think it’s going to work. All I can think about is last night and the Bedding Ceremony.
