Fallen Princess
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“If it pleases Your Majesty,” Gabor said, his voice low and rough. “Then it pleases me.”
“It does,” I said, brushing my lips over his. “Pleasing you pleases me.”
I tugged his dark, rough cock free, pumping my hand along it while my mates leaned in to watch.
“Damn,” Sir Kenosi said. “If that’s what you’re packing, why are you hiding it? I thought you had a shrimp dick or something.”
Gabor looked over at him, his expression startled. A little laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
My mates were comfortable with each other, and I hoped Gabor saw that the were comfortable with him, too—enough so that they’d give him dick compliments. They’d taken a while to get where we were, but now no one thought anything of bumping into each other while naked. It really couldn’t be avoided with six men and only one woman for them to share. While they all preferred to focus on me, none of them were awkward about bodily fluids or skin to skin contact with each other, though their comfort levels beyond that depended.
Prince Kwame and Shadow didn’t mind lending a helping hand if one of the guys couldn’t get in on the action because of a certain position, and none of the others minded accepting the help, though they preferred receiving and usually didn’t offer to reciprocate. Jetsun was almost obsessive about going down on me, not caring if another of my mates was already there and they ended up spending as much time licking each other’s tongues as me. He also liked to eat me out while the others were fucking me, sometimes at the same time as Kwame, and they got as much dick as pussy in their mouths during those sessions. Basically, if his mouth was on my pussy, Jetsun was happy. He didn’t care what else was there.
As if it were some kind of penance for the torture he inflicted on me, Tadeu had continued to suck every drop of cum from my pussy after every session, no matter who had fucked me or how big a mess the others had made in their quest to make the creampie to end all creampies. He did it almost defiantly, always staring down Gabor afterwards if he was there watching. Mostly, though, my mates were just comfortable with their sexuality and mine, and they didn’t mind snuggling up together in a big heap of naked bodies, no matter whose dick was against whose ass.
I could only hope this was the first step to Gabor becoming part of the group in this way as well as being treated the same as any of my other mates in all other aspects of our lives. I let my mates admire his raw, rough cock for a minute while I stroked it before I scooted back on the bed. I tugged my hair to the side and leaned down, smiling up at Gabor while I ran my tongue along the ridges of veins lining his brutish member and circled the bruise-colored head before taking it into my mouth. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, letting my mates see how wet he made my pussy without even touching me. Slick coated my folds, my lips, my thighs.
I could hear the others breathing hard as they watched me lick and suck Gabor. His hands fisted in the sheets, and he raised his hips, pushing back into my throat and making tears blur my vision. I didn’t stop even when I was choking on his cock with every thrust. I could feel wetness trickling down my thighs, and my hips squirmed, my pussy aching to the filled the way it usually was when I was pleasuring one of my men.
Just when I thought I’d explode from wanting, Gabor pulled me up. My mouth popped off the head of his cock, now slippery wet and glistening with my saliva. He sat up and wrapped an arm around my waist, dragging me forward roughly until my chest was crushed against his. He thrust up into me with a quick, harsh motion, burying his cock so deep his full balls pressed to the sensitive skin on the bottom of my ass. Pleasure rolled through me, and I cried out, riding him hard until we both climaxed. My pussy was still squeezing drops of cum from him when my mates descended.
“Room for one more?” asked Shadow, lifting my hips to pull me from Gabor’s stick-hard cock and burying himself in me.
“She got enough cum in her to spare?” Kenosi asked, elbowing Shadow aside. He pulled me off Shadow’s cock and pumped into me a few times before pulling out. Lord Balam grabbed me and drove his thick, delicious length into me, stretching me open even wider, coating himself with Gabor’s cum before lowering me back onto Gabor, who’d pushed up on his elbows to watch the others all dip into his cum to get themselves slippery and ready for me.
When Gabor was back inside me, my panther mate pushed me forward, and I braced on my hands, knowing the strain of what came next. I tried to relax completely as I felt his slick head pushing at the back of my pussy, trying to push inside.
“Can you fit two?” Gabor asked, his brow wrinkled with concern.
“She’s done it before,” Tadeu said. “She can take it.”
“It’s the most incredible thing you’ve ever felt,” Shadow said in his whispery voice. “When you feel my cock pressed up against yours inside her, and you can’t take it away, it does something to you. And she’s so tight with two of us in there, you’ll black out when you cum.”
I bit my lip as the strain became impossible. And then, just when I thought he couldn’t get it in, I felt the head of Shadow’s cock breach my entrance, stretching me painfully. I gasped aloud, and he paused to let me adjust, to relax, before he pushed deeper. I could feel his cock moving in against Gabor’s, and I tried to monitor Gabor for signs of discomfort while I breathed through the pain.
“You’re doing great, baby,” Lord Balam said, massaging my ass with both hands and watching from behind as both cocks strained against my walls. When Shadow and Gabor were both buried to the hilt inside me, they stilled, waiting for me to adjust to their impossible combined size inside me.
Gabor stroked my hair behind my ear and leaned up to kiss me. “You alright?” he whispered.
I nodded, letting the pleasure build inside me until I needed more, needed friction and thrusting and animal passion.
At last, I gasped out a plea. “Fuck me.”
Shadow’s hands rested on the bed as he readied himself. Gabor’s hands settled on my hips, and together, they began to move. At first, Gabor watched me, but after a few minutes, the darkness in his eyes was taken over by gold, as if only I could bring light to this broken, brutal assassin who underneath it all was a heartbreakingly good man. I moved with him in rhythm, perfectly synchronized with Shadow’s thrusts.
“Look at me,” Shadow growled.
For a second, I thought he was talking to me, but it was Gabor’s gaze he captured. They moved faster, as if their locked gazes were communicating silently or in some secret feline language I couldn’t understand. Pleasure built in me as they grew rougher, thrusting up into me and slamming my body down on them with each motion. I remembered seeing them chopping wood, their shirts sticking to their bodies with sweat, and how I’d pictured myself between them exactly like this. I felt sweat prickle over my skin now, smelled it on theirs, the fresh green scent of Shadow’s and the mossy, dark scent of Gabor’s, and my walls clenched hard around them.
“I’m ready,” I gasped out. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Come with me,” Shadow said, though I didn’t know if he was talking to me or Gabor. They thrust into me one last time, holding me pinned as their eyes pinned each other. The sight of them gazing into each other’s souls while I bound them together, their balls pressed together, their cocks squeezed tight against each other inside me, send me over the edge. Together, we shared the most intimate loss of control as orgasm rocked through all three of us at once. I cried out, my walls clenching in rhythmic waves as Shadow ground into me from behind and Gabor’s hips rose. Their cum shot into me in hot spurts, pooling together around the heads of their cocks buried deep in my center.
We lay together for a long moment, and I knew that something beautiful and monumental had just happened. Shadow had shown Gabor—and me—how to be a part of something that would bind us like a beautiful trauma, something only we really knew and understood. I didn’t have to have all their shifter spirits go into me to find new ways of unbelievable intimacy. They were each different. Th
e same things didn’t work for each man. What bound us together wasn’t that we were the same, but that we respected the uniqueness of each other. And most of all, what bound us together was a deep and unconditional love, one that overlooked faults and differences and grew each day.
When Sir Kenosi made a joke, breaking the tension, I didn’t fault him, though I would have stayed in that moment forever. I gave myself to him, letting him and Tadeu wet themselves anew in the well of cum that seemed always flowing from me with seven mates to refill me. They pulled me away from Shadow and Gabor, and Lord Balam impaled my still throbbing pussy onto his impressive cock while Sir Kenosi penetrated my ass and Tadeu stood over Lord Balam, pulling me upright so he could fuck my tits and my mouth at the same time with his monster cock. Jetsun lay watching, as he liked to do after he’d given me a few orgasms to start off the night, and Kwame took my hand and helped me stroke his long, dark cock that was already leaking pearly white drops from the pink tip.
I let my mates take me, feeling my magic swell inside me and flow into them with my complete trust. I felt the power of my body to give them all pleasure, felt their powerful bodies that could destroy my fragile human one so easily. I allowed them access to every part of me, body, soul, and magic, knowing they loved me and would die before they’d betray me the way my father had my mother, the way others had betrayed me. These were my mates, chosen by me and by fate, and no matter what hardships we faced, our love would always allow for mistakes, for healing and growing and building an even deeper trust.
After we came again, with Tadeu giving me a warm facial the way he liked to do, I wiped my eyes and glanced over to see Shadow lying next to Gabor, his head pillowed on the ocelot guard’s arm, his arms around him. My heart filled with such happiness that tears filled my eyes.
“Do you want to go again?” Sir Kenosi asked Gabor, catching his eye and gesturing for him to take his place behind me.
Gabor’s eyes found mine, a question there. “Would you like me to join again, Your Grace?” he asked.
“Not unless you want to,” I said. “It’s up to you.”
“I’m happy right here,” he said, lying stretched out along my bed next to Shadow, looking as content as I’d ever seen him.
Shadow gave me a sleepy smile, and my heart nearly broke with love for all seven of my men.
Sometimes, when even I didn’t know what to do to bring one of my mates what he needed, one of the others would step up with exactly the right solution. It made feel more loved than anything else they did, and in this moment, I knew that no matter how much heartache and trauma and pain I’d gone through to get here, every single step had been worth it for this moment alone, this moment of pure and simple joy.
But it wasn’t a moment alone. It was one of many hundreds and thousands that would come in our long lifetimes full of pure and simple joy, full of heartache and hardship, celebration and devastation, pleasure, pain, growth, and most of all, love.
The End.
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[LH1]In the end, a para telling what all the men are doing. They’re all advisors. Shadow is a guard, ironically. Sir Kenosi is still doing his shows, bringing wealth to the ocelot kingdom and donating to the cheetah kingdom, too. Prince Kwame gave up the throne to his sister but is Itzel’s advisor in royal matters. Lord Balam is still a curandero and advisor to both the jaguar king and her. Jetsun studies and helps bring precedents, strategies, and other legal matters to her attention and is still studying science and trying to see if she can ever be reunited with her shifter spirit. Tadeu is taking care of the palace horses and advising her on human affairs.
[LH2]They put it on her head at the end