“I… I am not used to sharing my passions,” the prince said, almost feeling guilty at how innocent and naïve he must sound.
“Just do or say whatever feels right,” said Sigurd in his ear before giving it a light nip with his teeth. Makellos squeaked, which prompted several bouts of laughter, but the hands and lips on him suddenly became much firmer, less exploratory and more possessive. A hand suddenly slid between his legs, cupping his balls, and he mewled a sound he didn’t think he had ever made before. Someone else brushed several fingers up and down his straining cock before wrapping around it and beginning to stroke up and down.
His cock gave a pleading twitch, and he could feel slickness leaking from the head to help the stroking hand. The hand holding his balls slid lower, pressing against the sensitive skin behind them before creeping lower still, brushing ever so lightly between the cheeks of his pert ass. He flushed, the back of one hand going self-consciously to his face. He heard the chiding click of a tongue, and he dropped it again. “Good boy, Snow,” cooed Der.
He had been called ‘good boy’ before by his tutors or nursemaids, but never in a way that sent heat coursing through his veins like fire. His cock gave an eager pulse, and he let out a soft whimper.
“I think he likes being our good boy,” Sigmund said. “Do you, Snow?”
“I… I do,” Makellos, no, Snow, said. He wanted to be a good boy. He wanted those sweet kisses and touches and hands all over him, making his skin tingle and heat blossom inside of him like a flower stretching up toward the sun. “I want to be so good for all of you.”
“Mmm, I think he’s ready for more,” said Hardwic.
Snow’s heartbeat picked up in his chest at that. More. This already felt better than anything in the world ever had, his blood singing in his veins, his limbs heavy, his cock quivering in the hand of whomever held him. “Yes,” he said softly, groping out his fingers until he found skin, not sure whom he was touching but just wanting the reassuring warmth. "I want more.”
“Then spread your legs, dear Snow,” said Der. Snow felt his cheeks heat, but he obediently slid his knees apart, opening himself up for them to see. Several hands traced down the backs of his thighs, then up to gently squeeze at the globes of his smooth ass. He tensed a little.
“All right?” asked someone he thought was Sigurd.
“Yes,” Snow breathed softly, giving a smile to the darkness. “I’m just not used to… being touched like that.”
There were soft but kind laughs from around him, and someone leaned in to kiss his lips, hands cupping his jaw on either side to hold him there. A warm, wet tongue brushed over his lower lip, then teased carefully between them. Snow opened his mouth and let the tongue sweep inside. His own tongue inched out to shyly brush back, eliciting a moan from whomever was kissing him. He thought it might be Dagobert, but hewasn’t entirely sure. Their tongue tangled together, exploratory at first. Snow moaned softly, then gasped against the mouth as someone, no, two someones, slid up by his legs and lifted them off the bed. A moment later, they were pushed wider, and his knees draped over what felt like the shoulders of two different men, spreading him obscenely wide and open. He let out a gasp against the mouth that kissed him, but the tongue continued to plunder his lips and inside of his mouth, and he moaned louder, his hands sliding up to hold the soft, hairless cheeks of the man kissing him. Dagobert, he confirmed.
Snow jumped as someone pulled his ass cheeks gently apart and blew a soft, cool breath onto his virgin hole. He tried to relax, but he jumped again as he felt the brush of facial hair against his thighs, and then the probe of something soft and wet against his hole that flicked up and down. He realized after a moment that it was a tongue, and his breath hitched eagerly. Dagobert pulled back from Snow’s lips and began to press kisses down his neck to his chest.
The tongue between his legs flickered up and down over his hole, then around in a circle. He mewled and tried hard not to squirm, but he gave up that idea very quickly when someone straddled themselves backward across his chest, then leaned down and took his cock into their mouth. He cried out in pleasure as that sweet, hot mouth closed over the head of his cock and sucked while the tongue circled and probed over his hole. He let the shoulders supporting his legs take his weight, moaning eagerly at the doubled pleasure of the tongue brushing his hole while the mouth sealed around his cock.
The tongue probed harder, so slick and warm, and Snow gasped as he felt it slip inside of him, past the initial tightness at his hole, and then deeper inside his virgin passage. “Oh,” he gasped, hands gripping the pillow by his head. The tongue slid in and out as the mouth over his cock began to slide furtherdown, then up again, starting up a slow rhythm. He already felt pleasure pooling in his lower body, and they had only just begun. He moaned, then yelped and nearly shot up off of the bed when two tongues brushed over his nipples, swirling around them playfully. He collapsed back down with a broken cry of bliss.
A hand suddenly touched his, and he let it guide him off the pillow and over to someone’s fully erect cock, large and hot in his hand. He moaned and began to explore it with his fingertips, sliding down its length, down the veiny underside, to the balls there that he cupped and rolled cautiously in his hand, making soft whimpering noises as someone nipped one of his nipples and then lapped over it soothingly. There was so much sensation, his body quivered with it, wanting to feel it all but yet focus on only one at a time.
His body tensed as the desire built into a growing need, his balls pulling up tight as he made a soft pleading that he wasn’t even sure was actually words before he spilled himself with a cry into the mouth sucking on him. The movement didn’t stop, the lips there still curling around him as they sucked him, getting every last drop of his seed from the tip of his cock, the tongue inside of him still thrusting and swirling until he thought he might scream from the stimulation that sent little jolts of lightning through his body.
And then both of the mouths pulled away, as did the ones on his nipples, leaving him with the cock in his hand and his legs still spread and bent wide where they rested on shoulders. There was a rustling whisper, and then suddenly everyone had pulled away from him, his legs on the bed once more. He found himself alone, trying not to squirm as his hole suddenly felt very empty, and his whole body chilled. There were some footfalls, and then a few whispers from off to his right, which sounded like all of them were gathered together. He swallowed, trying to listen in to find out what his fate might be, but he couldn’t makeout any of the words. Then someone, he was pretty sure it was Sigmund, leaned down to whisper in his ear. “We’re going to let you choose, fairest. We’re going to stand around the bed, and you point to which of us you want to pop that sweet virgin cherry of yours.”
Snow gasped softly, his heart fluttering in his chest at both the intrigue of not knowing who his choice would be, and the thought of someone fucking him for the first time. He supposed this was the fairest way to decide, as each of them had a one in seven chance of being selected. “Wh… what about the rest of you?” he breathed out.
“Oh, don’t worry,” said a different voice that he thought was Bernhardt. “We’ll all have a chance at one time or another.”
“And you can please us in so many other ways too,” said what sounded like Hardwic. “But first, we want you to enjoy your first fucking.”
Snow wasn’t sure why that made him blush beneath his blindfold. Perhaps just because it came from Hardwic’s mouth. “All right,” he said, casting a smile in their direction.
“Do you want to know who your choice is after you pick?” asked Der.
Snow thought about it for a moment. “No,” he said softly. “Don’t tell me unless I ask.”
“Very well,” Der said with a chuckle. “We’ll stand around the bed, and you point.”
Snow relaxed down against the bed as best he could, his heart still beating rapidly in his chest like a bird beating against its cage to escape. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous, but he was sure that everything would be fine. All of them cared about him and his feelings, and if something was wrong, he was sure they would speak up. He heard the soft patter of bare feet on the floorboards of the room and did his best to listen for the silence when they were all in place. He sat up, taking a deep breath. Heturned his head over his shoulder, then the other way, then in front of him. He couldn’t even see any light around his blindfold, so he really was just taking a random guess. He lifted his left hand and pointed to an angle behind him.
There was a soft giggle and a few breaths, and then he felt and heard all of them approach the bed around him. “Was that all right?” he asked, hoping he had not hurt any of their feelings by not selecting them, even though it was not something he had intentionally done.
“Yes,” said a voice next to him that sounded like Hardwic. “Just relax, we’re all going to take care of you.”
Snow nodded and settled back against the bed again. He felt multiple men slide onto the bed next to him, and one between his spread knees. He heard the pop of a stopper being undone, which made him jump just a little.
Hardwic’s hand, or at least, he assumed that from where the voice had come a moment ago, rested gently on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring rub. “Just oil. Der’s special concoction.”
