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  Katarina wraps her hands around my head and holds me close, my tongue in her mouth, her back still against the wall. After a moment, I pull back and stroke her cheek, a little afraid that the entire masquerade ball’s just heard their Crown Princess shout my name as she came.

  “Tonight,” I tell her.

  “There’s a secret passage,” she whispers. “It goes into the fireplace in my sitting room from the solarium in the west tower.”

  I grin, then lick off both my fingers, slowly, as she watches in fascination.

  “Good,” I say. “We need to head back, and you need to tell Dom that he’s one point behind.”

  Katarina looks down, like she’s embarrassed, but then looks back at me, eyes dancing.

  “Of course,” she says.

  I think our princess might be quite enjoying herself.

  We’re only back inside the ballroom before Dom disappears with Katarina again and she reappears, ten minutes later, looking happy, relaxed, and flushed again. The night’s wearing on and everyone is getting tired and drunk, no one paying much attention to anything anymore.

  I dance with Katarina one more time, then pull her to a table and sit her down. She sips champagne, and I wait until no one is watching and disappear under the table, the floor-length table cloth hiding me.

  Then I eat her out until she comes twice in full view of everyone. My only regret is that I can’t see it.

  Finally, the night’s nearly over. The last dance is announced, and the King, Queen, and three princesses all gather near the dance floor. Dom and I exchange looks, but as we do, Prince Sven walks up to our princess and takes her hand, leading her onto the dance floor.

  My blood fucking boils, and Sven looks over at me, a stupid smug look on his stupid fucking face.

  He’s not a good dancer, and he practically jerks Katarina into a starting position. I turn to the girl next to me — some cute-enough duchess — and ask her to dance, just so I can be closer to Katarina and that asshole.

  In the corner of my eye, Dom does the exact same thing.

  The dance starts. I manage to make pleasant enough talk with my partner, who seems nice, but the entire time I’m watching Katarina with Sven, practically daring him to try something. Kicking his ass in public like this would be an international relations nightmare, but God almighty I’d love to do it.

  The song ends. Everyone curtsies and bows to each other, and then it’s finally over. I bid farewell to my partner and watch as Katarina makes her way back to her family, standing next to her two sisters and her parents.

  As she walks, Sven watches her blatantly. Like she’s already his fucking property or something, and when she ascends a few steps, he turns to one of his lackeys and whispers something.

  The lackey bursts into obnoxious laughter, and my hands curl into fists. I take one angry step toward him, but then there’s a strong hand around my arm, yanking me back.

  “Be fucking reasonable,” Dom growls at me.

  “He just said something about the princess,” I say, jerking my arm from his grip.

  “You’ve got no idea what he said,” Dom goes on. “But I’m damn sure that if you punch him, we’ll be leaving Tomassia with a heavily armed guard within the hour.”

  I’m seething with rage, but Dom’s fucking right. That slimy motherfucker Sven could have said anything, and if I start a fight here, I’ll lose Katarina for sure.

  So I weigh my options. I don’t fucking like it, but I turn my back on Sven and watch the royal family leave the ballroom. Then I turn to Dom.

  “She tell you about the passage from the conservatory?” I ask, forcing myself to calm down.

  He chuckles, nodding.

  “I was about to tell you about that,” he says. “I got five, you?”

  I sigh.

  “Also five,” I say.

  Dom whistles low.

  “I guess we’ll just have to see what happens, then,” he says, and we wander out of the ballroom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Katarina

  I sit on the chaise lounge in my sitting room, heart in my throat. I’m just staring at the fireplace, knowing that any minute now, I’m going to hear Dom and Bruno behind it in the secret passageway.

  I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m not going to argue. Not right now.

  Even though I live in a palace, my rooms are completely modern. Modern furniture, a flat-screen TV with a PlayStation, a desk with a laptop. Sure, the furniture is really nice and I do have servants, but it more or less looks like a really nice apartment, not some Medieval maiden’s chambers.

  There’s a very slight noise behind the fireplace, and I tangle my fingers together, holding my breath. On the walk back, I made up my mind that I was going to do something for them, because so far I’ve been licked and stroked and tongue-fucked until I was completely certain I couldn’t come any more, and neither of them has come even once.

  A brick in the fireplace moves, very slightly, and then I hear Dom’s voice. I stand, heart pounding, my wetness running down my thighs in excitement for what I’m about to do.

  I shouldn’t. There are a million reasons I shouldn’t: it’s dirty, it’s wrong, my first time shouldn’t be with two men at once. I’m supposed to be saving my maidenhead for my future husband, and even though I don’t like thinking about it, I doubt my father will let me marry Dom and Bruno at the same time.

  My father’s a man who gets his way. I know I’ll probably end up marrying Sven, but there’s no way I’m going to let him be my first.

  Then one side of the fireplace opens inward on its hinges. Dom and Bruno step out of the tunnel, still wearing their tuxedos, brushing themselves off.

  “Thank God it’s you,” Dom says. “We didn’t think to bring a light and we had to stumble our way through the tunnel.”

  “We were preoccupied,” Bruno says. He shrugs off his tuxedo jacket, tosses it onto a chair, and comes over to me.

  He pulls me to him, his hands on my hips, one eyebrow raised cockily.

  “Is the offer you made me still good, Princess?” he murmurs.

  The mood of the room changes instantly, suddenly sultry and sensuous, and I bite my lip.

  “What offer was that?”

  Dom tosses his jacket aside as well and comes up behind me, sliding his hands over my shoulders.

  “The one where you begged me to fuck you while you were pinned against a wall,” Bruno murmurs.

  “How funny,” Dom says, a smile in his voice as he bends his head toward my neck. “You made the same offer to me when you were bent over in the powder room with my tongue in your pussy.”

  Bruno doesn’t wait for an answer, just kisses me, pressing his hard body against mine, his enormous erection against my belly. Just feeling it there sparks a fire inside me, one that feels unquenchable.

  When he pulls back, Dom takes my hair in his hand and turns my head, kissing me deeply and thoroughly. Bruno’s lips travel down my neck, and before I know it, he’s undoing the straps on my dress, someone’s unzipping it, and then the purple silk falls to the floor in a rumple, leaving me in nothing but a strapless bra.

  Then, that’s gone too and I’m naked while they’re still completely clothed. I try to grab Bruno’s shirt to unbutton it, but he just laughs and grabs my wrists, pushing my hands away. Dom holds them behind my back as Bruno teases my nipples, his lips making their way down my body.

  After a moment, Dom lets me go and spins me around. Heat is pounding through me now, and I’m more frustrated than ever. I need them naked, because I want to see their muscles, touch their cocks.

  I need them inside me.

  As Dom kisses me I flatten the palm of my hand against the thick rod in his pants and wrap my hand around it.

  Then I gasp in surprise, because he’s also huge. What are the odds of both these men being hung like horses?

  Dom chuckles, finally unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the rippling muscle underneath.

  “Find something
you like, Princess?” he murmurs.

  Bruno’s behind me now, his thick cock nestled between my buttocks as he holds my hips, grinding me against him.

  “I already told her not to worry,” he says.

  I’m trying, but they’re really big. Dom takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face up.

  “I promise not to fuck you until you’re begging me for it,” he says. “And I promise that you’re going to fucking love getting filled with this cock.”

  I just bite my lip because I can’t think of anything to say. It’s not like there’s a good response for that, so I just unbutton Dom’s pants and push my hand inside, heart beating nervously.

  It’s huge and so hard it feels like it’s filled with steel. Dom groans, kissing me again as his cock springs free of his pants, filling my hand. I stroke it once, and he puts his hand over mine, squeezing me, and guides me up and down his cock firmly.

  “You’re not gonna break it, Princess,” he growls.

  His pants come off. Bruno pinches my nipples and kisses the back of my neck while I stroke Dom’s cock. I reach behind me for Bruno, fumbling with his fly. He chuckles and gets his pants off himself, along with his shirt, then presses his huge length between my cheeks, pulls me tight against him, and groans into my ear.

  I take a deep breath.

  Just do it, I think. There’s a first time for everything.

  I drop to my knees, and suddenly, Dom’s cock is right in front of my face.

  I’m super nervous. I’ve never even seen a penis in person before, let alone put one in my mouth, let alone had two enormous ones at the same time. But Dom and Bruno already know that, and if they’ve proven anything, it’s that they’re very willing to teach me.

  Without thinking, I open my mouth and put my lips around the head of Dom’s cock. He growls, and I slide my lips down his shaft, careful not to use my teeth, then pull back, sucking and swirling my tongue around the tip.

  He puts both hands on my head, but he doesn’t force me down as I move back and forth, slurping and licking. He’s way too big to fit all of him in my mouth, but after a few strokes I lock my hand around his thick cock as well, moving together in time.

  “You’re fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Princess,” he says.

  Heat floods through me in a torrent. I reach out to the side and grab Bruno’s cock, too. He grunts, and this time when I pull my mouth off of Dom, I take Bruno into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. Just giving a blowjob has always seemed a little dirty and un-princesslike to me, yet here I am, sucking two cocks at once.

  And it’s making me wet as hell. I fucking love being on my knees between these two huge, dominating men, pleasuring both of them at once, listening to the noises they can’t help making. I suck harder and harder, wanting to feel them both come in my mouth so I can swallow them.

  Instead, Bruno grabs me by the hair and pulls me off, and I stare up at him, fists still around both cocks.

  “I’m about to come in your mouth,” he says, his eyes flickering dangerously.

  “I want you to,” I whisper.

  He pulls my hair a little harder, tipping my head back, and his eyes wander down my body.

  “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he says. “I want to come in your tight little pussy.”

  There’s another surge of heat, and then he lets my hair go.

  “Stand up,” Dom says, and I obey.

  Before I’m even on my feet, he’s lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me through my chambers to my huge, canopied bed, and tosses me on it. They both get on, one at either end of my body, Dom over my head and Bruno between my legs, running both hands up the insides of my thighs.

  My eyes drift closed, and I lean my head back and moan, hips moving, back arching as his fingers find my clit and massage it slowly as Dom kisses me, his fingers finding and pinching my nipples.

  “You know, neither of us won,” Bruno says, his fingers moving between my lips, teasing at my entrance. “Maybe neither of us should fuck her.”

  I gasp, my eyes flying open.

  “Please fuck me,” I beg. “Please, I need you inside me.”

  They both chuckle.

  “He was kidding,” Dom assures me. “But I’ve got an idea, Princess.”

  Bruno’s fingers push deeper inside me, and I moan again.

  “Hurry up,” he growls to Dom. “God, Dom, she’s so fucking wet right now.”

  “I’m happy to let Bruno be the first man to take your sweet little cunt if I get to pop your anal cherry,” Dom says.

  I gasp, eyes flying open again, and Dom chuckles.

  “Not tonight,” he says. “But we’re both going to fuck you in the ass, Princess, and you’re going to love it.”

  I bite my lip, saying nothing.

  “Don’t you trust us?” Bruno asks, twisting his finger inside me, sending a bolt of pleasure through my body. “Don’t worry, Princess, we’ll have you begging us to fill your ass, too.”

  “And if you’re lucky, we’ll take you at the same time,” Dom goes on, still rolling my nipples between his fingers. “We’re going to fill you with both our cocks, Princess.”

  “You like that thought, don’t you?” murmurs Bruno. “Our wicked little Princess.”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Good,” Bruno says, and pulls his fingers out.

  Before I can do anything, he flips me over onto my belly, spreads my legs, and kneels behind me, pulling me upright on my knees. Dom’s in front of me, and he kisses me ferociously again, his fingers finding my clit.

  Bruno settles back so his knees are under me, holding my hips, and then I can feel the thick head of his cock at my entrance.

  “Please,” I whisper into Dom’s mouth.

  “We’ll go as slow as you want, Princess,” he murmurs.

  “But your honey is dripping down my cock right now,” Bruno growls into my ear. “I think you’re in desperate need of a deep, slow fuck.”

  I hold onto Dom’s shoulders, the only thing keeping my upright, since I don’t quite trust my own muscles. I’m panting for breath as he keeps working my clit, his fingers slow and sure and gentle, pleasure sparking through me already.

  Slowly, I ease myself down, though I’m barely doing anything. It’s really them in control, working together to fuck me, and I’m so lost in pleasure that I’m submitting completely.

  The head of Bruno’s cock slides into me, slowly, and he groans behind me, kissing my neck. He’s huge, and right now he feels even bigger, slowly stretching out my virgin pussy to its absolute limit.

  God, he’s not even in and I’m already afraid that he won’t fit. I bite my lip, grabbing Dom even harder.

  “Just a little more,” he whispers. “Princess, it’s so fucking sexy to watch you get fucked for the first time.”

  Suddenly there’s a twinge and I gasp, my whole body going rigid, but then it fades instantly and suddenly, the tight, almost-painful stretching feeling is gone.

  “That’s our princess,” Bruno murmurs into my neck.

  The head of his thick cock finally slides inside me, and I gasp, fingers clawing into Dom’s shoulders, and I ease myself down onto Bruno’s shaft. I’m stretched to the max as he fills me, but once he’s in, his cock hits every pleasure button I have, and I can’t stop moaning.

  “This feels so good,” I whisper, grabbing Dom’s head in my hands. Bruno bites my shoulder from behind. “Oh, please, don’t stop.”

  “Not a chance,” Bruno says from behind me, his strong hands still on my hips. “Your tight little pussy fits my cock like a glove, Princess, and I’m not leaving until I come inside you.”

  He pulls me down, slow but hard, until I’m sitting on him completely, his cock totally sheathed inside my pussy. I’m moaning nonstop, hanging onto Dom for dear life as he kisses me, rolling my nipples between his fingers and rubbing my clit.

  Fire’s building and
raging inside me, and I move my hips, start rocking up and down, gripping Bruno’s cock as hard as I can with my pussy muscles. He takes my hips and angles me perfectly, going slow and fucking me deep, his cock touching every single pleasurable spot inside me.

  “Your cock is gonna make me come again,” I breathe, my face still against Dom’s.

  “Good,” Bruno growls.

  “I like it when you fuck me deep,” I whisper, and Bruno pulls me down onto him a little harder, his cock hitting a spot deep inside me I didn’t know I had, and I nearly scream.

  “Come for us, Princess,” Dom commands, rubbing my clit even harder.

  “Bruno, Dom,” I whimper, so close to the edge that I can barely think. “I love it when you fuck me.”

  Then I shatter. I might be screaming, but it feels like my body just flies apart into a million pieces all at once, the pleasure nearly overwhelming.

  “Fuck I like the way you feel when you come,” Bruno says, biting the back of my neck, pulling me down a little more roughly.

  I’m still panting for breath, still shaking, but I realize that Bruno’s still hard inside me, Dom’s thick, rigid cock bobbing in front me.

  I take it in my fist, and Dom groans. Suddenly, more than anything I want him in my mouth again while Bruno fucks me, and I bite my lip.

  Then I kiss his collarbone, my other hand steadying myself on the bed and I lean over. Dom rises up on his knees and then his cock is right there, ready to be sucked and licked, so I take him into my mouth, two cocks inside me at once.

  It’s fucking incredible. It’s dirtier than anything I’ve ever done by lightyears, and it’s even dirtier than anything I’ve ever even thought, but it feels so good.

  I let go. I don’t even think, just suck Dom’s cock, my head bobbing up and down, while Bruno fucks me harder and harder. I moan and Dom grabs my hair, hard, just as Bruno hits the perfect spot inside me and I come again, cock filling my mouth as I moan.

  Just as I finish, Dom pulls on my hair a little harder and I look up at him, still slurping along his thick length.

  “Swallow,” he growls.