Forced To Kill The Prince

by Hollie Hutchins

  “What brings you here to my humble abode?” Garion smiles at me, though he seems a little distracted by my outfit. Which isn't much of one.

  “Your lover is what brings me here,” I say with a scowl. I sit at the table, and use the fork I'm given to start jabbing through the food. “He's an idiot.”

  “Yes, I think so too. But why do you think so?”

  I explain to Garion, as best as able, Ash's stupidity. When I finish, I see he's barely able to contain his mirth. Then, he bursts out into laughter, and thumps the table.

  “Wow, he actually said all that? What did he expect?” Garion wiped his eyes, still full of mirth.

  “I expect that he felt as if he couldn't keep it inside him for any longer,” I reply. “He's a little conflicted. He assumes I must hate it, he assumes he's ruining everything with you, and he also assumes that we think the same way that he does.”

  “Honestly,” Garion says, “why don't you hate it? Even with the first time we... well, you know. I don't expect you to have enjoyed that at all.”

  It's true. That kind of introduction wouldn't have been pleasant. If you clung to your inhibitions. If you didn't already harbor such thoughts of being taken, of understanding the different kinds of sexuality that existed. I think I might have found it awful.

  But I didn't. And perhaps it's best to explain why to them, so they understand for certain that I truly, utterly like it.

  So I do. If I mentioned this to anyone in my family, I probably would have been sent to a priest and been forced into an exorcism to get the demons out of me. But mentioning it to Garion is fine, because we've already travelled those roads together. Roads I think neither of us were certain we were capable of exploring.

  I tell him about the books I found, and the insatiable curiosity that welled up inside me from my discoveries. The only one who might have even suspected my habit was the librarian from which I ordered the books from, by recognizing the servant I sent to him. Even then, he likely wouldn't have pried too closely.

  It's a heavy secret, one tangled in shame, and I have to fight past that shame. It's ridiculous that I keep feeling shame, even after everything I've done. But it's like during the moments of sex, I severe all ties to myself, and indulge within the present. It's only afterwards that the deep blush of embarrassment and shame begins to take hold. Just like it must be for Ash. He lets his growling, sex lusting monster out, then tries to act like it didn't happen afterwards, or avoids looking at the object he thinks he's hurt, yet is too weak to stop himself from pushing it completely away, because he likes the sex.

  I tell Garion that it was unusual reading for a princess, to go into these documents of whore's experiences, of reading about the different types of sexuality, and the enjoyment I wrought from them. I thought about them a lot. I fantasied about them, but always kept those thoughts hidden. After all, they were filthy desires. Shameful ones.

  Yet, inadvertently, Ash in his desire to just get things over with, to use Garion as a prop to arouse himself, he awoke those fantasies inside me. And instead of rejecting him, instead of finding distress within the moment, I let myself go, and it gave me the best orgasm I've ever been able to experience. Since then, I've been hooked, but not caring for the divisive attitudes of the dragons as a result.

  “Part of me even liked the idea that a monster like a dragon would take me. I know that must seem twisted and wrong, but I honestly... liked that idea of humiliation. It thrilled me to be treated like that. I don't really know why.”

  Garion's eyes are wide as he hears this, though the initial shock seems to fade away into a kind of understanding. Those yellow irises are soft, as is the smile upon his face.

  “I was like that with Ash at first. I wanted him to do dirty things to me, but I didn't understand why I liked it so much. Now I do. I think. It's like letting go of your control. You're always in a position of power, and sometimes it's just nice to give it all to someone else, and risk everything.”

  I nod. Maybe it's a different reason for him than it is for me. I think now it's more a release. A rebellion in a way for the things people expect me to be. They want a nice, demure princess, who will happily do everything in her nice princess way. I mustn’t be like one of those tavern whores. I mustn't refuse my duty and let myself be sold to the dragons without fully understanding my fate, even if it meant the dragons dining on my flesh, as some monsters might have done. Maybe princess flesh to them was particularly delectable.

  I was sick and tired of being told what to do. I always sought ways to get around things. Read things I shouldn't. Visit people I shouldn't and talk to people so far beneath a princess, it's surprising I can get a conversation out of them at all.

  I think something like this kind of sex is like throwing all those rules in someone's face. Telling them that I'll find my own happiness, my own pleasure. Fuck everyone who tells me otherwise.

  It's a mix of savage delight and arousal that takes me, whenever we have that kind of sex. Knowing that if anyone else saw what we did, they might be horrified.

  “Did you tell Ash all this?” Garion asks. We slurp through the last of our breakfast, and his goblins ask if we want any more. I decline. My stomach's rather full. Garion wipes his mouth with a white handkerchief, and he's grinning.

  “No. I left him to stew in his own misery, after he gave me that monologue,” I say. “I wouldn't be surprised if he's still in the same position I left him in. He does like his brooding.”

  Garion laughs again. He rests a fond hand upon my shoulder. “That he does. You know, out of all the princesses we could have possibly gotten, I'm glad we got you. You make it... easier for us.”

  I smile, though I can't help but feel a little sad at the same time. I never thought for when I entered a relationship, I'd have to share my partner with someone else. Or that I might be the third wheel. I express this sentiment, and Garion meets my eyes and laughs again.

  “Alera,” he says. “At this point in time, I don't think you're a third wheel at all. I think you're the missing piece in our relationship.”

  It's a strange concept. One I've never entertained before. “You do?”

  “Yes. Sure, maybe this isn't exactly conventional. But I honestly think we work well together. Or we could work well together, if Ash wasn't so broody all the time.” He narrows his eyes at this.

  “Perhaps we better pay him a visit soon,” I suggest, now leaning into Garion's shoulder. He holds an arm around me, fingers threading into my red hair.

  “We should let him stew for a little longer,” Garion says, kissing me on the forehead. “Have him nice and cooked before we speak to him.”

  I close my eyes. Hope flutters beneath my breast. Hope that the relationship will work out, and I won't be sent home in utter humiliation, and shatter myself and everyone I share myself with.

  Chapter Five

  When we both go over to mine and Ash's quarters, Ash has actually moved a little. Not so much, but enough to let me know that he's likely been pacing up and down.

  He sees me come in with Garion, and blinks in surprise. I figure to let Garion do the explaining, since I've already had my say. Garion mentions what I've said to him. Not quite as detailed, but enough to have Ash's violet eyes cloud over as he absorbs the information. Garion is eloquent, and clearly has Ash's ear. Ash doesn't listen to me, because he doesn't truly believe that I can possible like what he does.

  The dawn of understanding in his expression says otherwise, now.

  “You really... really like this?” Ash's bottom lip trembles as he asks me. Now he's heard it from both of our lips, he wants to confirm it once more.

  “I do.” I walk up to him, still in my nightgown, and smile. “And I'd appreciate it if you could smile at me a little more. Not avoid me. And talk to me outside of sex.”

  The gray haired dragon shifter locks gazes with me for a moment. Then nods. “Will do.”

  I decide now to elevate the mood to celebrate our new... decision arrival. One
where I casually reach for my nightgown, and tug it off. Exposing my naked body to the both of them.

  “So,” I say, with a salacious smile, trying to hide the nervousness and excitement bubbling inside me, “Will you apologize to my body?”

  They both exchange a long look with one another. Is there a hint of exasperation there, too?

  “Yes, princess,” Ash says, and leans down to touch my lips with his. We don't kiss much, so when he does, it adds an extra thrill onto the act because I know he's being genuine in his promise. That he'll no longer hide from me. That we'll share ourselves together and beyond. I sigh into the kiss. It's a wonderful one, and has that delicate, butterfly sensation upon my lips, as if he's cherishing me. I've not often felt like I was something to be cherished. Something to be used, sure. A feeling that I exaggerated in my sex.

  But not something to truly be loved.

  That's a new one. My heart pulses oddly from the idea. I find it hard to consider, even though I know that things will be different between us from now on.

  Garion's hands now massage my breasts. I know this, even with my eyes closed, because his hands are smoother than Ash's palms. Ash has done some work, some fighting, perhaps, that has indented upon his hands. Or perhaps he simply chooses that texture, because he likes the look of a rugged warrior.

  It must be nice, I think. To choose how you look like. To never have to worry whether people will judge you or not. Especially if you can turn into a gigantic dragon and eat them.

  “Perhaps our princess would like something rougher,” Garion says, his voice low, dripping with arousal. “Perhaps we should surprise her.” I crack my eyes open when Ash moves away from me, to see Garion lean to whisper something in Ash's ear, too quiet for me to make out. Ash takes on an impish smirk when he hears the proposal, then launches himself onto my mouth again, bruising my lips in his enthusiasm. I hear Garion taking his clothes off, above the bed's gentle creaks, and I shiver in excitement, wondering what they plan to do.

  I let out a gasp when Garion's hands brush along my core, collecting the wetness down there, and causing more to seep out. When I feel his fingers brush over my ass, my heart almost leaps out of my chest in excitement. Is he...?

  Ash moves away from me at last, and he takes off his clothes as well, letting me feast upon his wide chested, muscle bound body. There's no hint of the gray hairs there, and it helps him to retain a youthful appearance, despite the association of gray with old.

  As Ash finishes taking off his clothes, Garion adjusts himself so he can slide under my body. His legs are spread out, allowing mine to tumble between, and my rear is pressed against his stomach. He shuffles himself further, moving down my smooth back, getting himself in a better position. Getting his hips a little lower than my ass. I feel his erection against my thigh, and shiver. Ash still wears that smile as he watches Garion now move a hand down, still lubricating me around my ass. I groan, my cheeks burning, and tilt my head against Garion's chest as Ash begins to massage my breasts roughly. Watching them move like that is arousing, and triggers a primal greed inside me – a thirst for more. To endure more, to melt into the heat that surrounds me.

  Jolts of lightning seem to tingle up and down me, making it hard to focus, to breathe. Garion whispers something against my ear, but I don't quite catch it. He then carefully moves his erection so that it presses against my ass entrance. Ash helps him to guide it in, and his length fills me all up in there, tight, pressing against the sweet spot from a different angle.

  I now look at Ash, and the little bubble of arousal on the tip of his beautiful erection. He grins at me, and moves forward. He then grasps my legs and lifts them up, changing the angle beneath, causing Garion to shift himself further down, then support my shoulders with his hands. I watch in dark, sinful excitement as Ash rubs himself against my core for a few moments, teasing me, making my heart gallop at an impossible pace and my breath hitch. Then, he pushes himself inside me.

  Ash and Garion have filled up both my holes down there. What a bizarre sensation at first, being stuffed with them, having my legs slung over Ash's shoulders. We've done a lot of things together, but this is the first time we've gone for double penetration this way. I'm a little worried I won't like it, but when Ash starts moving slowly inside me, with the occasional thrust from Garion, I suddenly realize that oh. I like this. I like this a lot.

  I feel them both moving inside me. I feel their erections almost touch through my walls. It's weird, because it's like they're miles apart, but amazingly close at the same time.

  And... it's getting a little hard to think. That amount of stimulation from both sides makes my brain experience a kind of mini meltdown. I want to focus on the individual sensations, to understand who is doing what, but it all accumulates into one gargantuan pleasure festival. Something sweet hits me there, then there, and I'm being double teamed by two absolutely stunning looking guys, and I can feel them almost touch, and I'm so full down there, and the heat of their bodies transfers to my skin...

  It's all so much information. I can barely take it, barely think. So instead, my throat lets out gasps, moans, whimpers. I close my eyes and see stars behind my eyelids, swirls of color and stabs of pleasure in my brain. It's getting hard to breathe – I keep forgetting to do so, and my breaths come short and fast. My limbs tingle, everything inside me is tingling, and there's a roaring, pounding sound in my ears. My blood? Another world? I don't know.

  All I do know is that when the orgasm comes, it completely wipes me of all other emotion in my body, all other thought. I let out a long, shuddering sigh, tensing up. The tensing up does something to them as well, because I distinctively feel then Ash speeding up, pounding into me so fast that his balls slap against me, and it's like a hammer, urging me to another, smaller orgasm on top.

  I can't...

  I think I black out for a moment. Not a long one, since I still have them both buried inside me, but long enough to feel the heat of Ash's ejaculation shoot through me, and then to have Garion pull out, and his orgasm hit against my thigh, against Ash's thigh.

  I can't move. I have no strength left. With some difficulty, Garion moves himself out from under me, and I sink into the covers at last, which are warm from the heat of his back.

  Just wow. That was fucking intense. That was incredible. My heart feels so big right now, so full, so engorged in happiness. That experience was something else. And I think both the shifters next to me share that sentiment. Garion settles on my left. Ash my right. Both are grinning like idiots, and I mimic it.

  I think this was the first time we all had sex with us being one hundred percent sure of each other's joy and willingness in the matter. No doubts from Ash over Garion and me. No fears from Garion that he's somehow made things worse for Ash. And no fears from me that I'm not loved or appreciated.

  “I feel like an idiot,” Ash confesses, even as we lie in a tangle of limbs upon the bed. I've lost all energy in my body, and it's too hot to drag the covers over. Garion's still huffing on the other side of me, his expression glazed. Ash has sweat shining on his brow, as he regards me with those astonishing violet eyes. “Even when you were telling me your feelings, I didn't want to listen.”

  “That's because you are an idiot, Ash.” I turn to face him for a moment, and Garion now takes the opportunity to spoon me from behind. I almost attempt to push him away. It's way too hot for spooning. “And I hope you don't make the same mistake again. I like you. When you're being like this. I might even learn to love you – which I think will help when it comes to the whole husband and wife thing. And I'd happily marry Garion as well, so I could be wife to both of you, if that's what it'll take to make you happier.”

  “As much as I like the idea, princess,” Garion says, his voice muffled by my neck, “I think a strict case of polyandry might just cause the dragon kingdom to explode.”

  “Then get yourself a wife that will join the rest of us,” I say with a wink. Ash chuckles at this, and begins stroking my face
.

  “How is it possible to like more than one person like this? That's what I can't get my head wrapped around.”

  “It's possible. Otherwise we wouldn't be here right now.”

  Quietly, Ash nods. “Yes. That's true.”

  We lie here in our peaceful bundles. Because Garion has that astonishing ability to fall asleep in seconds, I soon hear him snoring, and his grip relaxes on me. Ash continues to stroke my face, though he too is getting sleepy.

  I'm hopeful, now. I no longer harbor any regrets in being here. I don't mind the idea of bearing Ash a child. We princesses have that hammered into our minds as well, how to raise up royal children of our own. I do wonder though if any children I have will hold his gray hair. That might look odd on an infant. Or my red hair. Or some strange combination of both.

  Either way, I know I'll enjoy my time here. Ash and Garion likely still need some fixing, but now they're prepared to do it with me. We're prepared to count each other as part of the same thing.