The f*******n Crown

Chapter |12|

E M M E L I N E ' S P. O. V

"I don't understand,"

The first words that come out of Damien's mouth.

Now I know this is going to be a long night if the smartest man I know is struggling to deduce the situation.

I start to get ready for the night, unclipping the pink pearls around my neck. "Understand what?"

"Why are you so...okay?"

"Okay?" Even Ajax struggles to hide his smile. Damien, flustered is something we have almost never witnessed.

"Yes, okay. You were smiling, happily listening to your mum discest wedding details but I don't..."

Letting my dress unhook, his words falter as the material pools at my feet. "Dames, breathe." I settle my hands on his cheeks, radiating warmth to his cold skin. "I have a plan."

"A plan?"

"What? You don't trust my plan already because I came up with it."

"I love you sweetheart, but your plans normally suck." I gasp in outrage, glancing to Ajax for support.

"He's right Princess."

"Ugh, look I was shocked. Really shocked that everything was suddenly happening this fast and I couldn't stop it. Then I realised that this marriage runs two ways. I may have little choice in the matter but the male suitor won't. If he doesn't like me, then he won't accept the proposal."

Damien stares at me, inquisitively. "So you want to scare off every marriage prospect the council throws at you?"

"Well when you say it like that it sounds..."

"Insane." Fuck...fuck.

I sink onto the bed in dismay, the evening suddenly hitting me head on. I'm to be engaged and married to a man I have never even met before. Gulping down tears, I look up at my boyfriends. "I'll lose you. In a matter of months...we won't be able to...oh god,"

The bed dips at either side, and two arms wrap themselves around me. I find myself sinking into the warm cocoon of pressure that settles my nerves. "Hey, we'll get through this. One step at a time."

"How, Ajax? Damien's right, there is no stopping this. We can overturn the law, or overthrow the council but both have disastrous consequences for everyone. I can't be selfish and rule a Kingdom. The people come first."

It was the grand motto that was instilled within every heir as they grew into their role. I was no different, even if my parents also taught me about the sanctity of love too.

Did love outweigh duty? It couldn't for a Queen, especially not for one already battling misogyny.

I feel the feathery brush of Damien's fingers pushing my hair to one side. His lips meet the base of neck, dancing up towards my ear. "I think what our Princess needs is a relaxant."

Moaning as he sucks gently on my ear, I murmur, "Does s*x really solve everything?" It was fast becoming the solution to all our problems.

"No, but it's a great distraction." He was right about that one.

Then I feel the heat of his body disappear as he pulls away from me and stands before both Ajax and I.

He loses any sign of softness or affection, adopting the mask of dominance that we both submit to. With one finger, he points to the floor. "Down." Ajax makes it there first, already kneeling before mine touch the floor.

I crane my neck to stare up at him. God, I forget how f*****g tall he is. From this angle I feel like a disciple ready to please her master in any way he desires.

Let's see who's better at sucking my c**k. Emmeline or Ajax?" Then he glances at me with that half tilt up smile. "Ladies first,"

I unbuckle his belt, my p***y clenching at the sound of it hitting the floor. Reaching back, I yank his pants down, the boxers stripping with it. I can't resist and quickly move one of my palms back, squeezing his toned cheek.

"Ow," I cry out when he tugs me back by the hair.

Thunder, storms in those electric eyes, "Oh sorry Princess, did I hurt you?"

God, everything about this man turns me on, even when he's mocking me.

"Do you know how to follow a simple instruction? I said suck my c**k, not touch my a*s. For that," I whine when his gaze leaves mine, grip leaving my hair and he takes away the only thing Ajax and I will ever fight for, his attention. "Ajax gets to go first."

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A J A X ' S P. O. V

I will never forget how f*****g lucky I am to have them both. To be loved by two when most barely find one.

These moments are the ones I cherish most, the ones I replay in my mind when I'm horny in the shower, or alone in my room, or bored in training.

Moments consumed with the three of us, finally able to be ourselves with nothing else tainting that.

I smile, watching Emmeline struggle without Damien's full focus...or mine. We've kept our intimate sessions tame...for now, mostly focusing on Emmeline being the middle of our threesome with one of us f*****g her mouth and the other her a*s, yet to build up to the both of us inside of her.

Something tells me that tonight though, that is changing. Damien likes to punish as much as he likes to pleasure, and he's been tense all night. Emmeline's small act of disobedience was the perfect excuse to snap and t*****e.

"Suck. My. Cock." Oh yeah, he's reaching breaking point.

Leaning in, I keep my eyes on his, smirking as I wrap my lips around his thick tip. Pre c*m bubbles out, salty as usual, and I keep my attention there, finding what little moments I can to tease him, even if they'll come to bite me in the a*s later.

Or...fuck, should I say?

"Damien," Our princess whines, then yelps.

"What the f**k did I say? Stay quiet." I fear for her. I know firsthand how cruel he can be with his punishments and Emmeline hasn't experienced Damien in the rawest forms like this yet.

Closing my eyes, I move fast, gripping the base with one hand and trying to take as much as I can. Damien massages my head, gently pushing my head every time I dip forward until I'm eventually choking on him.

My nose rests against his torso, the small hairs that line his skin, tickling my nose as I practise the technique he showed me to breathe.

Once I regulate it, I use my tongue to run circles around and around until I feel his body jerking above me. "f**k," He drawls. "Pull back." I don't hesitate, grateful for oxygen the moment I let his c**k fall.

"Emmeline," He gestures to his c**k, and I smile, watching her eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. "Make out with Ajax, pretend my c**k isn't in the way."

We both descend on his strained swollen c**k on either side. I meet her light up eyes, filled with desire and excitement as she begins to lick. I mirror her movements, moving up and down in the same pattern she does until we both reach the tip.

I don't miss a second not to kiss her. My hand sinks into her full hair, making sure not to tug on the sore strands but to soothe them instead. She moans, our sticky fingers brushing over Damien's c**k as we rub him to his own c****x.

The moment my tongue meets hers, he bursts in our palms, c*m splattering onto our cheeks. I smiled inwardly, knowing it was the sight of us kissing that made him blow so easily. "

"f**k," He breathes heavily, clinging to our shoulders as if not to collapse "You both are amazing."

Emmeline looks up at him eagerly, "Does that mean we get to f**k now?" My poor baby wants an o****m badly, I can see it in the depth of her irises, that familiar hopeful excitement that Damien is about to squash.

"Not you Emmy," He lifts her in one swell move and throws her onto the bed. Unhooking the tie around his neck, he uses it to fasten her securely to the headboard.

"What..." I rise on my own, guilt making me grimace as she watches on in confusion.

"Damien, maybe this is too much for her right now..." He turns, gripping my chin harshly to cut me off.

"Who's in charge here?" His words go straight to my d**k. And then he squeezes tighter.

"I said who is in charge, here?"

"You." He raises his brow, waiting. "I'm sorry."

"Good boy, now strip and lean over the bed facing Emmeline." Following his commands, I rest on my forearms, utterly exposed to him. He's such an asshole.

From this position, Emmeline and I are in perfect gazes of one another, fuelling my guilt.

"You two are going to f**k?" She breathes in awe, as if about to witness something as mythical as a f*****g unicorn.

"Correction. I'm f*****g him. Ajax deserves to c*m, so I'm going to give it to him. You didn't follow my instructions, Princess, so instead you have to sit there and watch."

I feel him line his sheathed c**k with my a*s. She pouts, "But that isn't fair."

"Life isn't fair, Princess." Then he sinks in. All eight glorious inches of him, buried deep into the hole.

I grunt, even though I should be used to this by now, yet he always manages to take me by surprise. His hands grip my waist at either side as he hammers in at the same brutality I like. Emmeline is fascinated, though she can see very little of the action.

Instead, she's enamoured by me. My expressions, the sounds that leave my mouth.

God, she's soaking. I can see her wet p***y through the sheer thong, dripping.

Damien pumps faster, fury rising as Emmeline unconsciously rubs her thighs together.

"Spread them now." She resists a little, but eventually complies. I thank f*****g god for it because Damien feels ready to s***k her, and not in the way she would like, but the way she wants.

"Dames," I moan, slipping slightly onto the comforter as he grips my c**k. It springs alive in his grasp and the pleasure intensifies by f*****g one hundred as he begins to stroke my length.

"Emmeline, shuffle closer." I hear the comforter rustle, but my face is buried into it deeply, trying not to scream. "Now, raise your legs, a little higher that's it." When she gasps, I glance up, surprised by the treat Damien has left for me.

Emmeline's perfect little p***y is ripe before me, her thong rising so high it's already pushed to one side. I crane my head to seek permission.

Damien smiles, slowing his thrusts as if to let me breathe. In each hand he holds one of her ankles, spreading her so wide that I'm almost scared she'll break.

Of course, she doesn't mind, only writhes for my attention.

"Go ahead, you earned it." f**k yeah it did.

I bury my face into her and bucks so high, I force her hips down. My thumb stretches down to rub her glistening clit over and over whilst I let my tongue explore her sweet nectar. We only last another few minutes before our orgasms take us all.

Damien collapses onto my back, the heavy thud of his heart beating against my back, whilst I rest my head on Emmeline's stomach, her hands sinking into both of our heads. This is heaven, yet only a glimpse of what it would feel like for us all to f**k together.

Me in her, him in me.

It's Damien who moves first. Leaving to grab some washcloths from the bathroom so we can all clean up. This part I also like. His aftercare, with a gentle touch like no other.

I help him clean Emmeline, the both of us cupping her sensitive p***y, cleaning any remnants of pleasure from her thighs. Then he does me, whilst she traces feathery kisses over my jaw, rubbing her fingers over my abs.

This time, I'm in the middle of our sandwich.

"I'm meeting him in two weeks."

"That's fast." I murmur.

"Not for diplomatic measures. I'm trying to prolong everything but...it's inevitable." The loss of love always is.

Like always I try to find optimism in all of this. I always knew I would be a bachelor when I was older, retire as a general and live out my days in the woods maybe with a dog or two. It sounded like a lonely but a peaceful life.

Emmeline would be Queen of course, with her husband by her side, and hopefully she found strength to love again, or at least with the children she is bound to have.

Then there's Damien, the forever remaining enigma.

I'd like to think he would find love again, it's unlikely though, so instead I envision him as a missionary, solving the problems of the world one at a time and he would spare me visits occasionally. We would go fishing discussing whatever useless crap old friends talk about and what an incredible Queen our girl became.

But we could never be us again. We would never kiss or f**k or even hug, because without her, it would never feel right.

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A/N: Okayy so definitely one of my hottest smut scenes ever!

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