The Prince and His Bodyguards (Forbidden Fantasies #83) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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EPILOGUE

Ali

“Ooohh!” I squeal, throwing my head back. “God yes!”

I’m currently straddling Ragnar reverse cowgirl, and it feels amazing as my prince works his bulge into my pussy, even as his other cock slides deep into my ass. “Unnnh,” I grunt again. “Oh my.”

“That’s it,” Rizza whispers in my ear as he strokes my curls. “The knot feels good, doesn’t it? Wait until he pulls it out.”

“Are the handcuffs too tight?” Mizhir rasps, gently stroking one big palm along my forearm. “You let me know, baby. You know we don’t want to hurt you.”

After all, I may be riding Ragnar, but I’ve also got my wrists over my head, bound together and fastened by a rope to the ceiling. The entire scene is dirty because in our new house, we made sure to create a special red room that’s suitable for all kinds of naughty play. I don’t mean to sound conceited, but I think it’d be the envy of BDSM clubs in America. We’ve got all sorts of tools, chains, and whips, not to mention a St. Andrew’s cross, a hobby horse, the stocks, several cages, as well as hooks and links fastened to the walls and ceiling to enhance our pleasure.

But right now, I’m fixated on the three men around me. Ragnar, Mizhir and Rizza have made my life blissful because after my three lovers declared their adoration for me at the tournament, my circumstances totally changed. We left our old house and instead, moved to a manor on the palace grounds. Then, within a week, I was married to Ragnar, and although it still sounds crazy to me, now I’m a princess of Lysenia. Insane, right? I used to be plain old Alice Collins from Oakdale, Illinois, but now I’m real-life royalty.

Plus, no one asks us about our dirty foursome. I think people know, to be honest, but at the same time there’s no reason to question Mizhir and Rizza’s constant presence. After all, as royalty I need to be protected, and who better than my husband’s loyal liege men? As a result, the four of us live in this house together, and our sex life has only become more intense as the months progress.

But at the moment, I’m enjoying double penetration from Prince Ragnar as Mizhir and Rizza suckle at my teats.

“Mmm,” I moan, already beginning to shake. “I’m going to … I’m going to … unnnnh!”

Stars burst before my eyes as a full-body orgasm rips through my frame. My asshole and pussy clench violently, pushing Ragnar over the edge as well, and his cocks jerk wildly in me as they release. Meanwhile, Mizhir and Rizza stand to their full height and begin jerking off on me. Huge arcs of semen fly through the air before drenching my face, shoulders, and breasts, warm trickles of fluid running over my skin.

“Oh mmm,” I moan with delirium. “God, I feel so good.”

“You make us feel good too, baby,” Rizza groans, squeezing out the last of his come into my hair. “Here, taste it,” he commands.

Leaning forward, I obediently part my lips and suck out the final drops of his male fluid before doing the same with Mizhir. Meanwhile, Ragnar looks up at me, his blue eyes vivid.

“You ready baby?” he rasps. “For the knot to come out?”

I nod, still with my hands over my head.

“I am, my sweet prince,” I mewl. “Do it.”

With that, Ragnar shifts his hips as Rizza and Mizhir seize my waist, lifting me up. At first, Ragnar moves with us. The clench is so tight that there’s no extracting those huge cocks from my tight holes. But then, Ragnar grunts and forcefully slams his hips down. His massive bulge pops out of my pussy with an audible squelch, and I let out another wail of pleasure.

“Oh mmmm!” I scream as hot semen flows from my two holes to spatter wetly onto Ragnar’s torso and thighs. “Oh oh oh!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” my prince growls. “Fuck, you look amazing coated in our come.”

Mizhir and Rizza unfasten my wrists then, setting me free and I collapse onto a nearby bed as the men stroke and fondle me.

“You were incredible, baby,” Mizhir rasps, leaning forward to lick at a nipple. “Absolutely mind-blowing.”

“Do you think you could be pregnant after that?” Rizza growls with a hopeful look. “You know we want to see you barefoot with a baby in your belly, Ali.”

I giggle while swatting at them.

“Oh you! We’ve only been trying for two weeks! I wouldn’t even know if I’m pregnant yet.”

Ragnar joins us on the huge mattress.

“Yeah, but it’s not for lack of trying,” he adds with a devilish smile. “Fuck yeah, I want you with our baby in your stomach. Babies,” he clarifies. “Plural.”

I merely giggle again.

“But at least our child won’t be sitting on the throne. That’s up to your brother Haakon. Has he met anyone yet or is he still up to his usual ways?”


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