The f*******n Crown

Chapter |10|

E M M E L I N E ‘ S P.O.V

"We're really going to do this?" I curl my knees up to my chest, lips red and raw from the intense make out I just had with Ajax.

"You're getting too much into your head Emmy," Damien strips off his jacket, draping it neatly over the armchair. Ajax just watches me, shirt already stripped, chest bare.

I realise he's the only one who has ever seen us both vulnerable in the n***d form. He's the only both Damien and I have been with. Right now, he's the tether tying us all together.

It's scary how fragile our relationship is. One loss and the triangle collapses, but for now we're all equally balanced.

"How do we even start?" There are a million ways this can go. Okay, maybe not a million, but a lot.

All of us are willing to f**k each other, touch each other, kiss and finger and pleasure. The possibilities are endless, and that fuels both my excitement and my nerves.

"Let's set boundaries. What aren't we comfortable with," Damien glances between the two of us. Ajax and wear the same apprehensive look to go first. Damien simply smiles, "I'll go first then. I'm not comfortable being a submissive. For me, I prefer giving but I'm not objecting to being the recipient either. I like to be in charge."

I let out a suppressed sigh of relief. "Good, because I don't."

"I'm fine with being bottom," Ajax adds. Then his gaze darkens slightly on Damien. "For now."

"Relax AJ, you'll get your turn to f**k me I promise, but I think for tonight we should focus on our Princess." Now I'm the centre of attention, which typically I don't love but their looks are both coated in thick desire that sets my skin ablaze. I don't know why I'm nervous when I've known both of them my entire life. I trust these men with everything and anything, I pour my heart out for them, I'm in love with both of them.

Make this easy Emmeline.

I rise off the bed, forcing down any nerves and hesitation, reaching back to unhook my gown. The soft chiffon pools at my feet, leaving me bare in only a nude sheer thong. My chandelier glitters above, casting light that only accentuates the subtle curves of my body, baring everything to them.

I'm holding my breath as they both continue to stare openly, Ajax with more of that familiar heated gaze that makes me wet before even the slightest touch. Then there's Damien, who is scrutinising in his stare like I'm the prize filly up for auction. Somehow that makes me grow wetter too, makes me rub my thigh together as if only to create some semblance of friction that offers up pleasure.

"How wet do you think she is?" Damien speaks so casually as though they're discussing the weather.

"Oh soaking. Her eyes are glazed over and she's already fighting to touch herself."

"I think our Princess has been too pampered. She needs to become that dirty little s**t you always recount to me."

Ajax smirks, "Trust me, she just needs a little encouragement first. Emmeline get on your knees,"

My body obliges willining, my mind surrendering any last resistance to dominance. The carpet is soft and plush beneath my knees, but the longer they make me wait, the more it burns against my skin.

Damien stands first. He presses himself against me, crotch the perfect height to match mine. I wait for further instruction, but he doesn't speak, only stares. They both do.

I decide to strike first, unbuckling his belt and watching his slacks fall to the floor. Gulping nervously, I comprehend the size of his d**k, still clothed by his boxers. I'm almost scared of the entire reveal.

Each one separately I can handle, but together? My poor p***y weeps at the thought, clenching at the emptiness that beseeches her now.

I decide to just go for it and sink my hand in to pull out his hard erection. It's mirrored to the size of Ajax's, except darker with less veins. Instinctively my eyes flit to him. How many times has Ajax sucked his c**k? Had his large hands coaxed Damien to the brink of pleasure?

I imagine it, letting the warmth of my imagination flood through me and then I mirror what I envision.

Soft strokes at first to incite Damien's annoyance, tease him mercilessly because I know for once, I hold the power. His jaw clenches, eyes clouding with anger, as I lighten my touch.

"Emmeline," He warns.

I poke my cheek with my tongue, retaining a sense of innocence that drives him wild. "What?"

Pre c*m coats my fingers, and I lap up the lubrication, rubbing faster. "Fuck." He pulls away from me, letting his hard c**k fall.

Shuffling back, I quickly rise to my feet, every nervous insecurity flooding in. "What is it? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

As if sensing my panic, his harsh features soften and he steps forward to gently cup my cheeks. "Hey, you did nothing wrong, okay. Clearly though, I misjudged your experience and skills. You almost made me c*m within a minute," His hands cup my a*s, lifting me up. I gasp softly, clinging to his body like he's the only thing keeping me sane. "And I've taken the night off with plans to f**k you hard enough that you pass out from the brilliant orgasms we're gonna give you."

Now that sounds like the perfect Friday night. Greedily though, I ask, "What about you two? Are you not going to ...fuck?"

They share an amused smile, before focusing back on me. "Not tonight Princess. Tonight is all about you." Then he steals my breath with his mcushioned lips, walking us back towards my bed and depositing me onto it.

Climbing on top, I cling to his biceps as he catches them again, kissing me with as much passion as he pours into his work. My legs hook around his back and I grind, trying to rub my clit against the sharp plains of his chest. Instead, he pulls back slightly, creating this absence between our bodies that allows the cold air to filter in.

I pout but he shakes his head, so reach for Ajax to join us. Gripping his hair, I tug him down into a bruising kiss, our tongues battling for control. "Rub my clit," I beg. He looks at Damien who shakes his head.

"Sorry Princess," An audible growl leaves my throat. They both laugh.

"UH you're so infuriating, both of you." Then I switch tactics. "Please," Damien likes it when I beg, and AJax likes pretty much anything I do. "Please touch me. I need you both, please." I can't remember a time when my body ever felt this s*x deprived, starved of another's touch.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Damien sinks down between my thighs, whilst Ajax sidles closer to my side.

The moment his tongue touches my clit I feel like I've reached nirvana.

My back arches so high it threatens to snap, forcing Ajax to plant a warm hand on my stomach to lay me flat. "f**k that's so good."

Lazily Ajax rolls my n*****s with the pads of his fingers, "Yeah, you like his tongue on your sweet little cunt." His breath tickles my ear. "You know I would tell him how you taste. Like the purest honey, ripe from the hive. It would drive him jealous that I got to taste it almost every night. You know how he punished me for it,"

"Ah." My body jolts as Damien pushes a finger into me, and then two.

"He would tie me up with his finest ties, blindfold me and then shove his c**k into my mouth. He would choke me for what felt like hours, depriving me of his c*m, because I had already had yours. It drove me crazy, but guess what? Now we have you to be our little s**t, you to choke on both our c***s, you to dominate. He needs that you see, control, and in this relationship, we have to give it to him by surrendering ours."

I'm in tears, emotionally and physically overcome with pleasure. Ajax kisses me brutally, before giving me his tongue as well. It's biting to Damien's soft licks, the contrast of pain and pleasure enough to push me over the edge.

"Oh," I convulse, my body withering as it arches. Damien continues his onslaught, gently simmering the pleasure until it dissipates from my body.

I lay there, breathing more oxygen than I need whilst my two boyfriends lay on either side of me. Both, lazily roll my sensitive n*****s between their fingers. "That was really really good."

Damien's light stubble grazes my cheek, "That was only a taste, Emmy." I'm conscious of how they communicate with their eyes only, somehow able to relay what the other desires through simple looks. I watch on in utter confusion, squealing when Ajax draws me on top of him.

My legs straddle his waist on either side, and I clench at the familiarity of it all. Him beneath me, gripping my waist with those rough calloused hands as we drive each other to ecstasy. Somehow I don't think that it is going to be that simple, especially not as Damien shoves his hand inside Ajax's boxers.

I watch as all the tendons in Ajax's neck become strained. f**k, Damien's hold must be tight...almsot painful, and yet I watch as Ajax kisses Damien matching the aggression with the bruising kiss.

Gently, I rock forward, trying to receive some of the pleasure too. "No." It's Ajax that denies me the friction, Ajax who fixes his hold on me to stop my hips moving.

"Why not?"

He gasps, eyes fluttering shut for a second as Damien increases his pace. "You have to wait. We have to wait."

It hits me now that Ajax is supposed to fight the pleasure with everything he can. Damien is teasing me, yanking him to the brink of pleasure yet it's Ajax's responsibility to hold back.

"If he cums in my hand Princess, then he doesn't get to f**k you. Instead, he has to watch me f**k you from that chair other there, but if he doesn't then he gets to f**k you... and watch you choke on my c**k at the same time."

I turn my stunned gaze to Ajax, "Please don't cum." He smiles, but it disappears as Damien squeezes.

"Jeez." His hips lift up, as though trying to escape, before settling down.

"Good job," Damien brushes his lips over Ajax's, and then pulls his sticky hand away to pull down his boxers. I'm forced to rise on my knees so Ajax can kick them off properly. "Need a break?"

"f**k no," He growls, impaling me onto his hard c**k in one fluid move. I barely manage to catch my breath before he's pounding into me, body shaking atop with each savage thrust.

The head of his c**k nudges that spot inside of me that causes light to blister beneath my eyelids. I start to collapse forward until Damien plants a hand on my chest, forcing me upright. Ajax slows his thrusts, falling into a soft rhythm. "Open your mouth Emmy, we're not done with you yet."

He's standing now. When the f**k did that happen?

Damien grips my chin tighter, and my mouth falls open naturally, letting him stuff his c**k down my throat. Gagging, I struggle to let my reflexes down, let my mind relax, especially since Ajax is still f*****g me at pace. "Don't think. Close your eyes, and just breathe. Let your body do the work." I follow his instructions, the pleasure suddenly amplifying, finding a strange euphoria in making Damien groan above me.

Both of them groaning because of me, for me.

"Switch," Ajax moans, tearing himself away from me.

A small whine leaves my throat, emptiness creating a void I need to fill. "It's Damien's turn now Princess." I'm turned around, my a*s facing Damien so I know it's his smooth hands that run over my skin.

"God, I've been looking forward to this for a long time." Then he pushes forward. All eight inches of him rooted deep inside of me.

The harsh surprise causes my mouth to fall ajar. Ajax thrusts his c**k into my mouth, and they both still.

"I can't believe this is real right now." Ajax murmurs. I try to agree, but my words end up garbled. He laughs, gently stroking my cheek.

"Get used to it, Ajax. This is our reality now."

Damien's nails sink into my skin, as he starts to f**k me. Ajax mirrors his moves until they fall into a rhythmic trance that drives me past the brink of insanity.

I c*m when they do, the sensation of them both filling me up creating an o****m unlike anything I have ever experienced before.

I'm falling before I can catch myself, laying sideways across the bed without any lasting energy to pull myself up. A body curls behind me, gently massaging my strained sore muscles. Damien

Another in front of me, pushing aside my sweaty dark hair to kiss my temple. Ajax.

"That was amazing." I reach down to hold both their hands.

Damien leans over, gaze penetrating us both. "And this is just the start."

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

What do you think of their dynamic?