Triple Princes – Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
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Because of course we don’t actually use the stuff, it’s ceremonial only. For example, each member of my family has a crown, sure, but no one puts them on their heads because they’re too ornate, too heavy, and really just for show, not to mention this shit has to be surrounded by guards all the time. There are just too many jewels studded on the headpieces, the rubies flashing, emeralds glinting, not to mention the Koh-i-Nur diamond itself, as big as a robin’s egg, glittering on the frontpiece of the King’s crown.

So yeah, there were a lot of guards milling about, unobtrusively for the most part, except the Legionnaires. The Legionnaires are a select group of soldiers cum bodyguards who act as personal body men for the royal family. Having just inducted two new Legionnaires, Kato and Karl, into my personal service, we were using the White Gala to celebrate their induction formally, throw a bash to introduce them to high society. And I could see them across the room, a swarm of women surrounding them hungrily, gazing up at the tall, dominant figures like they were gods come to Earth.

So yeah, Karl and Kato are my “employees” so to say, but it goes further than that. The twins are genuinely cool dudes, intelligent, alert and discreet, which is obviously key for someone in their position, someone with unfettered access to privileged people and information. And I’ve been able to trust them as we explored the relationship, to the point where we’ve worked out a system to seamlessly combine the personal and professional.

During the day, the twins trail me to royal functions, meeting dignitaries, cutting ribbons, the countless meetings that I attend as a representative of the crown. Yep, those two dudes, their glowering presences and massive builds are perfect as bodyguards, keeping anyone and everyone in line.

And then at night, we decamp to their apartment on the outskirts of the City where they live with our beautiful girl Tina. And that’s when the fucking gets going, things heating up from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. Because where Tina goes is where we go, and there are no exceptions, she’s the glue that keeps us together, the star that we all revolve around. Shit, if we didn’t have her … well, I can’t even remember what life was like pre-Tina now.

So we’ve settled into a routine of sorts, a happy order of events that repeats, each day blurring into the next, day after night after day of productive work mixed with oh-so-satisfying fucking. Take last Tuesday for instance. During the day we’d been out at some event meeting foreign dignitaries, Karl and Kato looked on over my shoulder, making sure everything was kosher as I shook hands, discussed trade deals, did the regular prince-type stuff. But it’d been exhausting and we were looking forward to getting back to our best girl, unwinding with a couple glasses of wine and a wet pussy, ready, willing and open.

So I practically ran down the hallway to their apartment, my dick on fire. It’s a nice place, nothing super fancy, but more than enough for the time-being because I could hardly move them into the Venetian Palace without anyone noticing. Sure, Karl and Kato could live in the guardhouse dorms, but that was no place to stash our beautiful brunette, and I wanted her happy, out in the open, smiling and cooing. So for now, it was this set-up on the outskirts of the city, where few lived and even fewer noticed.

And our footsteps grew faster, our nostrils perking as we approached the front door because the girl had been anticipating us, the smell of spaghetti sauce aromatic in the hallway, making us salivate. Don’t get me wrong, Tina’s no dummy, she’s not just sitting at home every day waiting for us to get back. She’s been working at Roma Outreach full-time, pursuing her dream of non-profit work, and it was the cherry on top that our girl was a good cook too, looking after us, taking the time to whip up meals from scratch after a long day at the office. God. The brunette’s caring nature, her willingness to put in another couple hours at home after working with clients, I guess it really gets to me, you know? I’ve never met someone so selfless, so considerate, so devoted to her man … or men in this case.

But never underestimate our best girl because she’s a dirty horny little slut, just the way we like it. And sure enough, when I flung open the door, there stood the brunette, on display, wearing nothing but the tiniest of aprons covering her snatch, with a spatula in one hand as a funny prop.

“Hi honeys,” she cooed, wiggling her butt, showing off the jiggling flanks, big boobs creamy and trembling, fat nipples stiff already. Undoubtedly she’d been touching herself, stroking those pebbles until they were hard as rocks, ready to be sucked. “You happy to see me?” she giggled.


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