The f*******n Crown

Chapter |8|

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

The two people I feel a love for that transcends all rules of society finally accepting what has always been right in front of them.

Damien lets himself go, unburdens himself with the weight of reason, and succumbs to pure carnal pleasure sought in the woman we love. His hands drop to her plump a*s, squeezing, massaging in the same he delivers after care to me in recovery from his brutal f**k.

I sit, content, resting my chin on my hand, eyes lazily roving over their figures. Emmeline's moans are engraved in my mind now, they act as music to my ears, her pleasure something we both seek to incite. I'm no i***t though.

I know I'm the lucky one.

I have had them both in my bed, been inside them both, and and in a strange way I've acted as a messenger between them both.

Whenever Emmy would ask for me, I would tell Damien first. He would tell me what to do to her sometimes, which part of her to tease first, for how long, how many times to make her c*m and in what position.

Now he would be there, taking charge in the directorial position he always likes to assume. It's my every fantasy come true, every dream, but I know this is reality.

Because my dreams never last this long.

"Ajax," Emmeline calls with her sultry voice. Her eyes glazed with the kind of desire one man would never be enough to sate.

Thank f**k there are two of us.

Sinking to my knees, I'm tall enough to reach Emmeline's height, though she's sat on his lap. Damien still sits a few inches above me, but I know the smug bastard loves it.

"I want to watch you both kiss again,"

My intrigue perks up, "Again?" She flames red, matching the deep ruby red of Damien's curtains that drape behind him.

"I couldn't not watch. I found it weirdly attractive. Even though i was hurting, and upset and confused...I know deep down I was fighting arousal for you both. I could have touched myself and c*m, simply watching you." Gulping heavily, I shift trying to suppress my raging hard on. I sense Damien doing the same. "Is that weird?"

She glances between us both, reverting into a state of fear that makes her ready to run again. Damien plants his hands on her waist, firmly fixing her into place, whilst I cup her cheek. "It isn't f*****g weird at all. Watch,"

Capturing her lips, I gently tug on the bottom, letting blood drip on my tongue before devouring her whole. She breathes into me, moaning into the kiss like I'm already eight inches deep inside of her.

Within the hollow room, every tiny sound she makes echoes, amplifying her pleasure in my ears in a way that causes my c**k to grow further.

I pull back, knowing anymore and I'll blow in my pants. "See?" We both turn to Damien. The robot who leaves feelings to those inferior to his composed nature. His eyes are glazed to something similar to mine, and I notice the thick jagged veins that pop out of his hand while watching the two of us kiss.

I smirk, knowing it's the very fantasy he's jerked off to for months now. The same action that I describe to him over and over again.

Kissing Emmeline is like reaching Valhalla, touching the f*****g sky, and never coming back down.

"You liked it?" f**k. Her voice is mousy, which only hardens my struggle to relax.

"Feel." He grunts, simultaneously placing her hand over his large bulge. I would laugh at the way her eyes practically bug out of her skull in shock, but I'm not missing a single f*****g moment. "See that. That's for you Emmy, you and Ajax. No-one else in this f*****g world will ever make me feel this hard."

"Kiss him," She breathes out, and I don't miss a beat.

Grabbing his hair, I brutally let our lips collide, violent heat burning from the rough friction, enough that Damien groans from the simple touch. I smile, sliding my tongue against his. He clutches my hair in one fistful, yanking my head back so his tongue slips deeper into my mouth.

God, I wish it was his c**k.

From a quick glance, I can tell Emmeline is thinking the same thing.

Tearing away from Damien, I clutch her neck, squeezing softly. It's enough to earn that soft gasp that always stirs my c**k. "Is our dirty Princess thinking of all the wonderful things two c***s can do together?"

Damien grasps her neck on the other side, our fingers overlapping as we both squeeze. His lips graze her ear, whispering, "Do you want us both inside of you? Me thrusting into your mouth, whilst Ajax f***s you from behind?"

"Or do you want him in your cunt, and me in your a*s?" I taunt, hiking up the long hem of her dress until I find those sweet lavender panties I love to tear apart.

I let two of my fingers spread inside, feeling how wet she is. "f**k Dames, she's soaked."

He only smiles, "Good, let me feel."

Emmeline moans immediately, her body writhing to create friction we disallow. "Should we take pity on her?"

I wait for Damien's command. It's always been in my nature to follow commands. It comes with the perks of your father being a war general, but in the bedroom, I normally assume the dominant position, with Emmeline at least, yet with Damien it's always different.

He exudes this strong aura that naturally I oblige to. That I'm happy to.

"Seeing as though it's my first time touching her p***y," He stares down for a beat, etching the velvety perfection to memory. "f**k, what a pretty p***y it is."

Emmeline grows wetter. I grin, "She likes that. She likes praise."

"Good, because I don't have a bad thing to say about my Princess." His finger slips inside of me, coaxing her to the edge. My thumb circles her clit, around and around and around.

We both watch Emmeline succumb to the pleasure. Her head tilts back, and eyes glaze over as though she's been transported to another realm.

Damien laughs wickedly, "Maybe she's thinking about me inside you," She squirms as I slip a finger inside her too. Together we pump faster. "And you inside of her at the same time."

"Yes, yes please,"

"Are saying yes to the fantasy or yes because you want to c*m?"

"Both! God..." Her eyes screw shut as we hasten our pace.

Leaning in, I dust that sensitive spot behind her ear with my breath. "No God here Emmeline, just us." We massage that deep spot inside of her and she cums, body violently racketing until she collapses forward onto us.

Her head rests on his shoulder, her hand clutching my shoulder.

We sit there in silent contended peace, gently massaging her back, her head, until she regains her breath again. "s**t," I murmur, glancing at the clock.

"What...is it?" Emmeline manages to murmur. I smile at her drowsy state, both physically and emotionally exhausted from the day.

"I just promised my Ma I would make it in time for dinner."

Damien nods, "Go, I'll make sure she gets to her room safely."

"What?" She pushes herself up, but Damien still holds most of her weight. "But you two didn't...I didn't do anything for you. I mean, don't you want something?" She immediately creases at how that sounds.

I laugh it off, easing some of her discomfort. This is new territory for all of us.

"Princess, you don't need to do anything for us. Seeing you get off is all the pleasure that we need."

"Seriously? Not even a b*****b," Then she glances between the both of us. "I mean two."

Shit. That was another thing we had to seriously discuss.

The, I love you had been said between us all. Well, Damien said it for me, but I'll come up with something romantic later. I'm always better with actions than words anyways.

However, the semantics of this complex relationship had not been discussed.

Is this a relationship? One where we all hold hands and go on dates and eventually marry?

I want to marry her, and him. Both of them more than anything, but I'm pretty sure society has a grudge against love in its unconventional forms. And a polyamours relationship between the Princess, her advisor and her guard.

Well f**k, that sort of love may just destroy the entire kingdom.

"Emmy, sweetheart, we don't ever want you to feel like you have to do that for us. Honestly, watching is something we both find pleasure in. It's one of the reasons this dynamic works so well. Minimal jealousy, and maximum pleasure." I nod, whole heartedly agreeing.

However Emmeline just appears concerned, "When do you get jealous?"

"I said minimal jealousy," He reassures, glancing my way for help.

"It's natural Em, I mean you sounded a little jealous when you said you saw us kiss. Because you want us both too. It's jealousy in the sense of fear of being missed out of the dynamic. Damien got jealous a f**k lot of times when I came back with claw marks all over my back and hair all torn up."

A red blush creeps on her lips. "You make it seem like I'm some sort of animal, jumping you!"

Smirking, I reach out and flick her cheek, igniting that subtle ferocity she likes to conceal. "Hey," Then she slugs my arms, barely a tap, but I feign pain all the same.

"Ow f**k, you been working out princess?"

Her beautiful eyes roll. "Please, I wouldn't be caught dead in the gym and you know it." Then that mischievous glint sparks. "You're going to be late for dinner Ajax, and you know what Aunt Rory's favourite punishment is..."

I internally groan, already springing to my feet. My Ma likes to punish me with my least favourite vegetable, f*****g green beans, and for every minute I'm late she'll add an extra five beans to my plate. Sure I'm a grown a*s man and could just not eat them, but I covet the position of being my Ma's boy and even the slight thought of hurting her in any way makes my chest cave.

"Get her to bed and use the fourth stairwell not the usual way," The last thing Emmeline needs is to run into crazy Chloe, the f*****g daughter of Huxley.

For some reason,she's got it into her head that I like her or something. I'm pleasant and respectful to all women, yet she has communicated good manners into my apparent willingness to be married. I declined of course. No matter what happens between the three of us, my heart will always belong to my two best friends, and to involve another would never be fair.

"Got it." I linger in the doorway, watching them both simply exist.

"Ajax," Emmeline laughs, "Your plate will be overflowing with those damn beans." Damien just watches her smiling. I've never seen him smile so much before.

This right here is the stuff of f*****g dreams.

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A/N: Thoughts on the first but of smut so far??

What do you think of their dynamic?