Nick comes, and hands free, it makes Zar orgasm, too, white ropes of his semen, spurting over his shredded abs and dark, pleasure trail.
Fuck, it’s hot.
I adjust my erection.
In my periphery, I catch Jace and Sire doing the same. We’re all men, very confident in our sexuality, very protective of anyone else’s.
Our mom raised us to shame Shame.
She suffered enough of it. As a victim. As a survivor. Shame is a source of violence, not virtue. We know better.
This sex is love. It’s beautiful to watch Sire join Zar and Nick in the second ceremony. It’s touching to witness Sire vow to be Zar’s second king. It’s undeniably erotic, watching Sire mount Zar from behind. It’s what Zar wants.
We all know about Sire’s breeding kink. I guess as the first son, as the true heir, it’s deep in Sire’s psyche, and Zar wants it. He begs Sire to breed him, to fuck his ass while Zar kneels, ass up and bent over, sucking Nick’s cock too.
Nick lies down for it, lifting his head so he can watch his love receive his second king.
Their sweating, naked bodies are on Axel’s boardroom table, threatening to break it. It creaks from their manly fuck as I glance over and see Delphine on her knees. She’s fingering herself while sucking Grant’s Blow Pop, as usual, but her other hand is stroking off Jace seated beside Grant. She’s giving Jace relief too.
Axel’s on his first throne. He’s hard; he can’t hide it underhis black pants, but he’s fighting the urge, his fists clenching the arms of his throne.
Damn, I’m like a mirror of him.
I feel it too.
Hot fucking bodies release intoxicating pheromones. They enter the air, your nose, then your bloodstream, drawing out an illicit sexual response. Bypassing reason, all you feel is the animal inside that needs to breed and bond. It’s natural. It’s how we’ve survived.
God, I wish Alena could feel this.
I wish I could share this with her. Some way. Somehow.
She’s not the innocent princess everyone thinks she is. She rides my cock like a fucking queen. Becoming so proud of her pleasure, of showing it off.
She’s perfect for me. For us.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” Nick palms Zar’s skull while he takes his length. “That’s it. Suck Daddy’s dick.”
Zar moans for more, so Sire grabs his hips. His fuck is so brutal as he taunts, “Suck your king’s cock while you take mine in the ass. You love it, don’t you? Letting us take care of you.” Zar grunts in reply, and Sire praises, “Good fucking boy,” as he pounds him even harder, making Zar’s cock bounce, heavy, ready. “Come on. Feel our love,” Sire urges him. “Take our cocks like our queen and come for us.”
With his eyes on Nick, Zar groans at his orgasm, painting the boardroom table with his cum. Nick sits up, pulling him into a deep kiss as Sire reverently kisses Zar’s sweaty back.
Wren’s not here. Not yet. She hasn’t been initiated, but I’m sure Sire’s told her about his bisexuality, about our secrets and lives. One day, she’ll join us. She’ll be his queen.
I’m happy for Sire, for all my brothers, but it only makes my last throne lonelier.
Across the room, there are seven white velvet thrones for our queens, and I guess the one across from mine will alwaysbe empty. Like my soul, it belongs to Alena. It makes me quiet, my dick deflating. My heart, heavy with a burden only I bear.
After they zip up and clean, I force my smile as Axel pours another round of vodka shots. We take them, exchanging congratulatory hugs.
“Hey.” A heavy hand cups my shoulder. “You alright?”
I turn and face Sire. We haven’t had a chance to talk. I’m staying with Axel to give Sire his privacy with Wren. She hasn’t met me yet.
“Yeah, man. I’m fine.”
With his eyes studying mine, Sire stuffs a blini into his mouth. He’s a true Russian; he lives for caviar, grinning with his mouth full. “Liar.”
“It’s my job, right?” My throat burns. “A professional liar?”
