The Five Princes [COMPLETE]

Tuesday Part Two

[For Mature Audience]

Soon, Ajax barged through the door and Zeph was the first to greet him, showing off by talking and pretending not to notice his arm beating Ethan's. "Where've you been, Strength?" Zeph asked although his tone showed no interest in his whereabouts.

Ajax stretched his arms in front of him, taking a seat in front of the plasma screen TV to turn on some games. "Just in the gym"—his eyes traced over my lustfully—"getting it ready for Thursday night." There was something dark in his tone when he said that.

I gulped remembering Thursday was his night with me. Zeph could notice the sinister underlining in his tone too, pining Ethan down effortlessly to glare at Ajax who didn't notice at all. Zeph said nothing but I knew inside Ajax had ignited a raging flame, his fist clenching on the table tightly.

Hayden entered with a gardenia in hand. "Hello everyone." He strolled to me, placing the stem in my hair and I inhaled the beautiful scent. "Hello, Serene."

I smile graciously. "Hello, Hayden, thank you."

"My pleasure." He slithered an arm through mine and I could see the burning jealousy in Zeph's eyes, ignoring Ethan's plea of another rematch. Hayden led me to the side of the parlor furthest from the group, sitting down on the couch. "Serene, have I told you what a beautiful garden you have?"

"Yes but I think you should be telling that to the gardener. He'd really appreciate the compliment."

He nodded, taking that into consideration. "I will the next time I'm out there." His tone eventually turned solemn, the smile never faltering. "Serene, have you seen some of the plants outside your palace?"

"Not particularly, why?" I never really focused on plants unless I was in the garden where tons surrounded me that it'd be a sin to ignore them.

"They look so dreary."

"Oh." I would have told him that father doesn't particularly like me roaming the city so I haven't seen much of it. "When I become Queen, I hope to change that."

He smiled, happy that I'd put that on the to-do list. "I'm sure the plants would appreciate it. They are the source of the oxygen we breathe. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful Queen, Serene, and do what's right for the people and their environment—"

"What you talking about?" Zeph jumped in, taking a seat on the other side of me. He bluntly placed his arm across my shoulders, giving Hayden a pompous smile. I rolled my eyes but I couldn't withdraw from his pleasurable touch on me. The smell of man aroma, rustic and fresh and ambiguous, wafted into my nostrils. His hand rubbed my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"The environment," Hayden told him happily.

Zeph's brow arched, not expecting that. Serves you right. "The environment. How...friendly."

"Yep." Hayden stood up and stroked the gardenia in my hair, making Zeph hold me tighter. "It was nice speaking with you."

"You too."

When Hayden was at a good distance, Zeph turned to me businesslike. "So, has someone of interest appeared?" In my bedroom, we planned on figuring out the culprit the Enigma way. By speaking with them to provoke anything of questionable interest to slip out on a whim and by watching their actions like a hawk.

I shook my head. "Nothing. No one's talking about plaguing war or wanting to win the title of King."

"Just need to give it a little time."

Ethan approached us and Zeph tightened his grip on me, displaying his claim. "Would you like to arm wrestle?" Ethan asked with a considerate smile.

Zeph scoffed. "I already beat you, give it a bre—"

"Not you," Ethan snapped. He turned to me with a considerate smile. "Would you like to try, Serene? I promise to be gentle." There weren't any hints, any underlining in his words, so I felt safe to respond.

I shrugged. "I like trying new things." I stood up and Zeph followed, grabbing my hand before I could follow Ethan to the table.

"Are you sure?" he asked worriedly.

I nodded. "I'm sure." We walked to the table where Ethan was waiting, his sleeve up and his hand ready for mine.

Zeph glared at him as I took my seat. "You hurt her, I'll hurt you."

"No fighting," I reminded, positioning myself. I wasn't as strong as a man but I wasn't weak either and I learned that if I pushed myself hard enough, I could exceed even my own expectations.

"You ready?" Ethan asked.

"Yep."

I clasped my hand to his and immediately felt a familiar electrical current rush through me, shivering at the tingling effect. I knew Ethan felt it too, his eyes glazing over with the lust from last night and I bit down on my lip sensually. My heart raced in my chest with the thought of having him inside me, needing him inside me. We stood up simultaneously, our bodies moving closer on their own, every piece of my body needing to feel that nerve wrecking pleasure.

"I need you now," Ethan groaned, taking off his glasses to show off his exotic blue eyes. When he attempted to pounce on me, an arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. The only thing on my mind was that I needed that pleasure only Ethan could give me. I needed to feel that sea of ecstasy again.

"No, I need him!" I pleaded, reaching out for Ethan. Even the slightest touch and I'd make due.

"The drug!" Zeph barked, holding me close to his chest. When Ethan attempted to capture me, to give me the touch I craved, Ajax seized him by the arms, pulling him back. "It didn't wear off."

In Ajax's arms, Ethan struggled to get to me. "Just one touch!"

"No!" Zeph scowled harshly, pulling me further away by the waist. "How do you turn it off?"

Ethan was blazing with lust addiction but had enough common sense to answer him, still struggling. "Orgasm. We need to cum."

Zeph loosened his grip on me and I turned to him for the first time to see so much fright in his eyes. Why was he so frightened? He touched my bare shoulders. At the contact, a scorching burn radiated throughout me and I screamed at the pain, falling to my knees. I trembled at the burning sensation, nothing even close to pleasant, holding myself. I looked at my shoulders but there were no burns. When his hand fell off my skin, the burning began to sizzle away but I was cautious of him now.

"What just happened?" Zeph asked, terrified.

"If someone other than me touches her, it'll have the opposite effect," Ethan explained, gritting his teeth. "Instead of feeling pleasure, she'll feel pain."

"Then what can I do?" Zeph now sounded panicky, eyes looking down at me then at Ethan.

"I have to have s*x with her—!"

"No!" Zeph refused, sending deadly glares Ethan's way. "You had your chance! And this is the result." He pointed at me still trembling on the floor. "There must be another way!"

"She...she can touch herself."

"Fine." Zeph picked me up hastily. Weary of touching my skin, he threw me over his shoulder. He marched out of the room and headed upstairs with no hesitation, going straight towards my room. Once inside, he locked the door behind him and threw me on the bed. "Masturbate."

"What?"

He backed away against the door, his face expressionless as he crossing his arms leaning back. "You heard him, you need to touch yourself."

I felt meek under his gaze, waiting for me to touch myself. I've never done that before. "How?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Touch your breast and between your thighs," he instructed in a duh tone. I looked down at myself. I knew I needed this to go away but I wanted Ethan to do it, not myself. But staring into Zeph's green eyes, remembering the fright, now looking at the determination to not let me go to him, I knew Ethan was out of the question.

"You have to touch yourself too. I don't want to do it alone."

A few seconds passed before he said, "Okay." He unzipped his pants, gesturing for me to do the same. I slipped off my panties the same time his pants and boxers dropped to the ground. Keeping my eyes trained on him, I let my fingers touch my heated core. I shrieked at the ripples of my fingertips rubbing against my clit, grabbing a fist full of the sheets. It would have been better with Ethan's touch but I could deal with this.

Focusing on Zeph, his attention on me having the same intensity, he wrapped his hand around his manhood, pumping slowly at first. There was throbbing in my ribs, making it a struggle to catch my breath as I rubbed my core harder. Staring at him, Ethan was out of mind, the thought of Zeph being inside me starting to take over my senses. My fingers pushed inside me and I screamed at the pleasure, my eyes steady on Zeph's as he pumped faster.

I wanted him so badly.

I jabbed two fingers inside me, hastening my pace with a moan, my nectar soaked them. Green eyes enticed me for several minutes, always locked on mine which kept my heart racing. Then I felt it, the thunderous roar of my body trembling to make way for an ocean full of ecstasy, a feverish scream leaping out of me leaving me exhausted.

Zeph knew it the minute it ruptured, dashing to my side worried. He tentatively put a finger to my cheek, then another, then another, and once it was clear it didn't hurt, his lips crashed into mine. I accepted him wholeheartedly, feeling like it's been forever since I last touched them.

He hugged me close, kissing me all the way to my ear. "I'm so sorry I hurt you," he apologized.

"It's okay." I kissed him on the cheek, pulling him back so he'd see I wasn't mad or frightened by it any more. I was just glad to be out of the trance, and he made it easier. "You didn't know."

"You are never touching Ethan again," he ordered and I laughed, halting when he didn't find the amusement of it.

"Alright, Zeph, I won't."

-_-_-_-_-_-

Trinity spun around in a beautiful silk dress that night after I requested to see it on her. "Papa sent it," she beamed beautiful, the white ruffles floating in the air. At the hem, red rose petals were designed, and Trinity was gifted with white flats to match. "Isn't it gorgeous?"

"Indubitably." She twirled again, suddenly getting dizzy at how excited she was and I chuckled, gesturing for her to sit down.

"I wish you could meet him, Serene." She pouted her lip.

"One day." Trinity's father was a rare subject. He'd send her many gifts anonymously, no name or kingdom address, like he wanted to be a secret. Every few months, he'd give her chocolates, new clothes and jewelry, tickets to the ballet in Welch, and much more. She'd occasionally visit him for a day at a dislocated facility she couldn't even reveal to me. But she'd always come back with stories about what they did as a family, her, her mother, and her father.

"Well, let's get you ready for Prince Zeph," she sighed, emphasizing prince.

"You know you can just call him Zeph, he won't mind." I put my hand on my hips, remembering something. "And what's with the note 'Make her scream for more'?"

She blushed, biting her bottom lips in forged shame. "What? It's not like you don't want it."

I laughed knowing she was right. I wanted Zeph more than anyone, even him, would ever know. I quickly got dressed in a white nightgown that went to my thigh. No bra or underwear, they'd just be a hindrance. Trinity did my hair, approving as she spun me around when a knock on the door startled us. "It's Zeph," she mouthed. We silently jumped up and down happily like little girls before composing ourselves.

I opened the door for him, scrutinizing his attire of black jeans and a black muscle shirt that scrumptiously showed off his well-built body. He gave me frisky smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. "Like what you see?" he asked smugly.

Just to wipe the smugness off and for the hell of it, I said, "Not likely." I nudged him in the shoulder playfully, walking past him. Trinity quickly snuck out passed him with a wink. When my bedroom door closed, he scooped me up and kissed me passionately.

"Liar," he muttered, licking his lips.

"Where are we going?" He was walking me down the hall, towards the staircase.

"That's a surprise, be patient." I'd be lying if I didn't say I was excited about tonight, hearing the clock strike seven going down the stairs. Going down a dark familiar hall, a jolt of excitement coursed through me knowing exactly where we were going. By the snicker he released, he could tell I knew what the surprise place would be.

When we entered, he closed the doors and a thousand stars glimmered above me. The planetarium was one of my most precious sanctuaries in the palace since I was a child. Inside, several pillow sprawled out on the plush floor and I knew it was going to be a sleepover. He lied me down on one of them, lying down beside me with his arm beneath my head.

"Wow," I awed, gazing at the stars. "How'd you know this was my favorite place?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Didn't. I just guessed you'd have an appreciation for them."

"Nice guess. When I was little, mother would bring me in here all the time."

There was a moment of silence, us both focused on the rotunda ceiling of moving stars above. "How did you mother die?" he asked quietly. That caught me off guard.

I turned to him, pursing my lips sadly. "Something was wrong with her heart. They never clarified it well to me. They just said she was so depressed it stopped."

"So she died of a broken heart."

"A broken what?" That phrase wasn't familiar to me. I looked at him questionably, hoping he'd explain.

"A broken heart. Someone she must have...loved broke her heart."

I now sat up, puzzled by these new words. "Loved? What's love?"

His smile was gentle, sitting up to capture my cheeks in his palms. "Love is an Enigma all its own. It's having strong, irreplaceable feelings for someone who you want to cherish and be with forever." So mother died because someone she loved broke her heart in the emotional sense? There was only one man who I knew she adored to the fullest and that was father. Was he the culprit? Zeph seized my attention, his smile warming my heart. "That's how I feel about you. I love you, Serene."

I tiny gasped left my lips, my heart feeling like it was going to combust at the novel word I never knew I desired until now. That's what I've been feeling for him all this time in a simple four letter word. Love. Joy poured into my heart, like he just revealed the meaning of life. Maybe he did. "I love you too, Zeph."

His fingers raked through my hair, pulling me close as his lips fell upon mine tenderly. Knowing this word called love made it even more invigorating than anything I felt before. He rolled on top of me, our bodies molding together beautifully. The pressure of his body on mine sent sparks throughout my body. The kiss melted away all my thoughts except for the ones containing him because he was all I wanted, something I never knew I needed.

He was my love.

The kiss turned into a hungry tug-a-war with our tongues, rolling over until I was on top of him. I sat up to take off my gown, his hands immediately caressing my breast, his fingers flicking my n*****s. Pushing himself up, he ran his tongue on them, squeezing them and sucking them. I moaned, pulling him closer as he bit down on one, making me yelp in surprise.

"You sound so cute," he chuckled. He removed his shirt in a split second and I ran my nails down his exquisite biceps. He kissed me again, wrapping an arm under my bum and squeezing, making me jump, startled. With the arm still under me, he stood up in one swift motion. My arms enveloped around his neck when he did so, the sound of his zipper below becoming unhinged. "I need you so badly."

I crashed my lips to his. "Do it," I whispered. He gave me a soft kiss on the forehead. His erection touching my core filled me with anticipation. Wetness dripped on him, his moan lulling me into peace for a minute. His manhood slowly drove into me, pleasure shattering more vigorously with every inch. I cried his name and he did the same for me, pumping inside me. It was moderate then he sped up, the sound of my passionate moans singing to the stars above.

Zeph walked us to a nearby wall, the coolness enlightening my senses. He drilled his manhood into me hard and all my euphoric feelings pulsed inside me at once. He felt so good inside me. Arching my back, immersed in every inch, every fiber, and every caress of him like it'd be my last. I clung onto him tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He pumped viciously inside me, calling my name. And then the feeling of an electric wave rolled through my gut and down to my core. I could feel him doing the same, pausing inside me, his lips sealing the scream I was about to release. I panted, holding him close as sweat dripped down his gorgeous body. "More," I sighed. I didn't want the night to ever end.

"Don't worry, my love. That was just the beginning." My love. That gave me the energy for another round with him, as many as it would take to satisfy our lust craving for each other.

He placed me on my feet, swerving me around towards the wall. Fingers stroking my neck, he granted me another kiss, his erection going strong in a matter of seconds. I could feel it touching my entrance behind me. Then he entered slowly like always, allowing me to feel every throb of his manhood enter and fill me with pleasure. In this position, it gave me the slightest hint of pain that aroused me. I liked the mixture of pain and pleasure, accepting it all too willingly when he drove inside me stronger.

Kissing the back of my shoulder, he hung onto my waist, pumping exceedingly fast, matching our whisking hearts. I clawed at the wall, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming me with goodness I couldn't describe. "Harder," I begged, wondering if he could increase his already hastened pace. And he did astoundingly, the sound of our moans clashing beneath the starry ceiling.

Not able to take anymore, I pushed Zeph off and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the pillows only to push him down. I plopped on his manhood and rode it like a horse, catching him off guard. "Damn!" he grunted, gritting his teeth. Bouncing on top of him, nails scratching his chest while bending down to suck on his lips, I was enthralled by the sensation. When I came a second time, he rolled me over and continued to pump, murmuring sweet words in my ear until he reached his climax.

Panting heavily, he rolled beside me and pulled me close to his chest so I was resting my head on him. "Serene, I swear I'm going to marry you," he pledged, kissing my forehead.

I made a trail of kisses from his chest to his lips. "And I can't wait for that day." His green eyes took a hold of me like always, gleaming in the fraction of the lights. He drove me crazy with lust—with love—and there was no way I was giving him up. If I could, I'd have announced my marriage to him yesterday. I love him. I, with all my soul knew I love him. And that something no other competitor would get from me.

"Are you ready for round three?" he growled in my ear.