The f*******n Crown

Chapter |21|

D A M I E N ‘ S P. O. V

"Hey Mal," She looks up from polishing the brass doorknob that leads to Emmeline's room. "Who cares about a doorknob?"

Rolling her eyes, she takes the hand I offer, climbing off the polished floor. "I know, it's ridiculous but there are a ton of new rules in place since Clarissa took over as head maid."

"But you're the Princess' personal handmaiden. Shouldn't that count for something?"

She laughs, "You would think, wouldn't you? Everyone sees me as a suck up since Emmeline and I gave somewhat of a friendship."

"That's ridiculous. You got promoted because you work hard." I should know, I made the recommendation a few years ago and her worth ethic was a big influence...perhaps I was also swayed by a certain brunette but she was still on my radar.

"It doesn't matter. I get to work on this private floor all day whilst the rest of them work room to room dealing with whatever sleazes are roaming the palace."

Sleazes? "Like who?" Freezing for a second, I can see the hint of fear in her eyes. "Hey, I know it would seem like snitching if people are making you feel uncomfortable then, maybe I can help?"

A soft smile warms her face. "You're a good guy Damien."

Then the door suddenly starts to open, causing her to fall with it. I catch her by the waist, ensuring she's steady. "Oh sorry, I didn't realise you were there Mal."

Emmeline blushes at the awkwardness of the whole thing, moving forward to help Mal too. "It's fine, I'm okay."

"Door rule sucks right?" I nod in agreement, fighting a smile as she looks at me with those mischievous eyes. Shifting slightly I frown at the way Mal is clutching the cloth tight in her palm.

Human behaviour is something I've always found fascinating, sharing the similar passion with my father who taught me everything he knows about the topic.

That gesture suggests anger, the kind that builds and builds and builds until eventually it implodes, destroying everything with it.

I blink and it's gone, her hand completely relaxed and she's smiling, which almost makes me wonder if I imagined it.

"Go in, I've been waiting for this chess match all day." The little minx. She doesn't want me to beat her at chess, but to f**k her hard until she's lost all sense of reality.

Weirdly, I don't mind being her fucktoy. Her appetite for the both of us has increased dramatically since the...incident. She said she's forgotten all about it, that her mind is freed from the horrific event that still haunts me at times and I wasn't even there.

Mal snorts, "What's Ajax going to do whilst you two play chess?"

I turn an inquisitive eye to my girlfriend. "He wanted to watch." Oh the implication is very f*****g clear. "Maybe learn a thing or two?" The way she shifts causes the slit across her thigh to lift up, and that coy smile tells me it was anything but a coincidence.

"Sounds like fun." Mal's sarcasm breaks the seductive trance Emmeline had me prisoner, and I wait patiently until she disappears down the hall to swing Emmeline over my shoulder.

"Damien!" Her tiny fists beat against my back, but unlike Ajax, I don't pretend to wince. Instead, I slap her a*s.

Hard.

Relishing in the sweet sounds she makes.

You would never expect such a perfect Princess to like the rough depraved s*x she begs for. For her biggest desire to be complete with two hard c***s stuffed deep inside of her.

It's a secret only Ajax and I are blessed enough to know, one we'll take to the grave, only after fulfilling it more times than she believes possible.

"Christ Damien, her head." Ajax runs over, lifting the front part of her body that dangles dumbly.

"She's not made of porcelain, Ajax. This won't kill her."

"That's not funny." He grits out.

Now here is where we disagree. I understand his point of view completely, but I also understand hers. Emmeline needs normal, and when your boyfriend is afraid of you taking a f*****g sip of water it's bound to become irritating.

"Ajax, I'm fine." She huffs, gracefully landing on her feet as I set her down. "I won't break."

He looks to me for help, but I bow out, knowing this is something between them. "I'm just cautious. We almost lost you and..."

"Hey," Resting her palms against his cheeks, my heart squeezed with that familiar pressure that caused my stomach to flutter. "I'm not going anywhere." She raises his hand up, placing it firmly over her chest. "See, it's still beating."

I decide to walk behind Ajax, pushing him closer to Emmeline until the heat between their breaths creates smoke. "You don't need to be our protector as well." This man had the weight of the Kingdom on his shoulders. "This relationship is about being equals, freedom, and escape from the limitations of our daily lives. It doesn't work if you drag the exterior world into our mess."

After a heavy pause, finally he exhales. "Okay, I'll try." I let my lips skim his jaw, working their way up to this ear. I smile as he trembles under my touch.

"I think Emmy has an ulterior motive." I won't forget the little minx's lies that lured me here. I believed she wanted a game of chess, some afternoon amusement, but the filth in her devilish glint spurs the blood to my c**k.

"Really? I had no idea." I ignore the urge to punish him for the sarcasm, and step to his side so we can face the temptress together.

"Fine. I want more than a chess game and some chaste kisses." Even the way she walks, gently letting her full hips swing, forces me to suppress my darkest desires.

"What do you want, Princess?" She looks to Ajax first, then me, full of the kind of confidence she often lacks in our s****l trysts. Must mean she really f*****g wants this.

"You know what I want." Yes I f*****g do. Nothing could make me forget how many times she's begged us both to fill her up. "My head doesn't even hurt anymore, it's been a few weeks and I'm ready. Don't make me beg."

"Don't tempt me." Because I know she would.

She would do anything to be stuffed full with us both, leaking with us, that if I asked her to remain tied to the bed for hours with nothing but a vibrator strapped against her clit and she couldn't c*m, she would do it.

Try at least, because I know within minutes she would be crying out our names.

"I really want this."

Ajax looks at me, the urge to say no tormenting him because he doesn't want to probe further wounds, but...she wants this. Really wants this, and there's nothing we do not to see her happy.

"Ajax, get her nice and wet for me."

Fighting a grin at her obvious elation, I shift towards the bathroom to grab the necessary equipment. I glance over my shoulder as I reach the doorway. He has her crushed against him, dress barely shoved past her breasts before he latches onto to her rosy n*****s, working them up to her peak.

I drop to my knees, shifting the tile that Emmeline uses to hide her personal items.

A few basic s*x toys that I acquired for her a few years ago, polaroids of her completely n***d and then some lingerie that Daph must have taken - she uses them to torment us at times- but also because she said she just wanted to look at them whenever she doesn't feel beautiful.

Bullshit, she's always beautiful, but it makes her happy.

My hand digs deep until I reach the small circular tub. Organic lube that I acquired from the woman who gave birth to me of all people. She recently discovered a colony of free spirits as she refers to them and converted to veganism, gave up her shampoos and basically became recluse in the the villages, singing and dancing whilst hopelessly in poverty.

Not that I care. I gave up hope for that woman ever being a mother a long time ago.

When I get back to the bedroom, they're both n***d, with Emmeline's head tipped back in picture perfect euphoria as Ajax buries his head into her p***y like he's a man starved of sanity.

"How wet is she?" I don't deny that my dominating presence can be annoying at times.

In s*x, I like to take charge and it's almost fate that both Emmy and Ajax are willing to be submissive.

Ajax pulls back, and pushes two fingers into her. She arched her back, biting her lip to suppress a moan as she tries not to c*m yet. "Oh, she's soaking. Listen,"

The wet sound fills the air, bouncing off the walls. His fingers move faster, finding a hard rhythm that she eventually succumbs to.

"f**k," A breathy moan leaves her throat as she comes back down to reality, body slumping against the bed.

Kneeling on the bed, I toss the lube to the side, sliding my hands beneath her back to pull her onto my lap. A groan catches in the back of my throat. The little minx starts grinding against my swollen c**k, working me up until pte c*m begins to bubble out of the head.

I lick the sweat off her neck, the salt adding to the fire that threatened to consume me, and bite down on her neck. "You're wicked." She relishes in the truth of my words.

"You're just annoyed that for once, I'm in charge." Raising my brow at her, I lean back.

"You really think that's true." Then I throw her back, her shocked scream evidence enough that she has no idea that in f*****g store for her.

Ajax catches her, gripping her legs at either side as he leans back. Emmeline is splayed across his wide chest, and for I take a moment to appreciate the scene. My heart, warming at such filth that I know I've met my soulmates.

The lid for the lube pops open easily, and I dip my finger inside, before slathering it all over her puckered hole.

My finger slides in easily, stretching her out to ease her into the sensation. I don't forget about my boyfriend, and pump him in steady movements to match the thrusts of my fingers.

They're both moaning messes, frantically kissing each other as they fight off inevitable orgasms. "Damien," He grunts, a tell tale sign that if I continue he'll f*****g blow.

I press a kiss against the swollen head, then push it in. Emmeline cries out a little as I move past the residence, pushing him four inches in until he thrust up to sink in fully.

Smothering some of the lube against her p***y, I let my thumb roll her clit to ease the discomfort and then slowly push into her aching p***y.

"Oh my god, oh my god-" Her eyes roll back whilst I thrust, over and over.

I let my palm run over the flat of her stomach, reaching up to pinch her n****e. Her eyes spring open, dazed with complete euphoria that she almost appears in entranced.

"How's our princess doing?" I still inside of her so she can find the breath to speak.

"I'm good, really good. It feels...like I've always imagined it to be."

My heart rockets at the connection that imbues itself within our trust. "Ajax?"

"So good." He groans, raising his head so our eyes can meet. They're full of the same overwhelming emotion that threatens to consume me.

Leaning in, I kiss him hard, nodding my head slightly as I move back to let him know that she's ready for more.

Together we thrust, alternating the strokes which causes her legs to quiver in his hold with each second that passes as we get faster and harder, f*****g with all the power our love for each other conjures.

"It's never felt so good." She moans, and I agree all the same.

I'm f*****g her tight p***y, yet can feel the hardness of Ajax's c**k through the thin barrier of skin that separates us.

"Both of you, both feel so good." Ajax brushed his fingers against mine, both our hands clasped around her thigh.

Tears crest on her eyes and she lets out an anguished groan. "f**k, I can't c*m again. It's so much, it's so good."

The overwhelming pressure is enough to hold back the inevitable o****m that will rip through her body. I let my hand drop to her lower half, stuffed with the both of us, and rub her clit until she can't take anymore.

"Oh my-" The words are violently cut off as she succumbs to insane pleasure, squeezing us both with her tight hole that our c***s jerk, filling her up so much that when we pull out, she's leaking with us.

All our breaths come out in shallow pants, trying to regain all the oxygen we missed. I reach down to grab a towel off the floor and gently clean her up first.

She winces a little, so Ajax begins to massage her tight tendons, as the pain finally sinks in. I clean Ajax too, then myself before throwing the towel in a hamper to the side.

Emmeline lays between us, her body slotting in like the perfect piece. I run my hand through her hair, then stretch to do the same with Ajax.

"I don't think I've ever had an o****m that good before."

Tilting her chin, I brush those soft lips with mine. "You've got a million more to look forward to."

"Wow, I might die of too much s*x. Can that happen?"

"It could, in theory, but we would never let that happen." Ajax nods in agreement, kissing her cheek.

"Shame. Sounds like a good way to go."

The thought suddenly comes to me. It's irrational and totally illogical but the urge to say it comes stronger than reasoning. "When we're old and grey and wrinkled and we're all ready, I promise we'll f**k you hard enough Emmeline that all die of heart attacks induced by sex."

Her eyes light up, as do his as they both laugh. "I can't wait."

It's a pipe dream. The three of us, old and happy together, but for some reason their happiness gives me hope that maybe...just maybe, it could come true.

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A/N: Thoughts on the smut ?? ?

This chapter took so much time to write I wanted it to be perfect because it's been a long time coming.