REIGN OVER [Ch 6] The Competition

 

The Competition

 

The staff moved like ghosts.

Serenity had trained them well over the years—to be invisible when needed, indispensable when called. They slipped into the suite with platters of fresh fruit and chilled champagne, with warm towels and clean linens, with everything required to restore three bodies that had thoroughly exhausted themselves.

The twins barely stirred as gentle hands cleaned them, as cool cloths wiped away the milk, cum, and sweat.

Serenity let herself be tended to as well, sinking into the strange luxury of being cared for in her own domain.

When was the last time someone took care of me?

Her breasts were emptied and aching in that satisfied way she'd almost forgotten was possible—drained by mouths instead of machines for the first time in over two decades.

The difference was profound.

The pump left her hollow.

The twins had left her full.

For the next hours, they ate.

They drank.

They slept in a tangle of limbs, the massive bed barely large enough to contain two princes and the woman who'd claimed them.

Serenity dozed with Tobias's arm heavy across her waist and Evander's breath warm against her shoulder, their naked bodies pressed against her from both sides.

She could feel them even in sleep—the heat of their skin, the weight of their limbs, the steady rhythm of their breathing.

For a few hours, she let herself forget about cameras, the king, and the complicated web of want that had brought them all here.

But bodies have their own clocks.

Soon, she woke to hands on her skin.

The afternoon light had shifted to the deep gold of approaching evening, painting the suite in amber and shadow. The sheer curtains still billowed in the breeze, carrying the salt-sweet scent of the Pacific and the distant sound of waves against the shore.

And closer—much closer—the sound of two men breathing heavily against her neck.

"You're awake." Evander's voice was a low rumble against the shell of her ear.

"We've been waiting." Tobias’s hand was already moving, sliding up her thigh, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

Serenity stretched, feeling the delicious ache in her muscles, the lingering tenderness in her breasts. Her nipples were still sensitive from earlier, still slightly swollen from their mouths. "And what are you two waiting for, Your Highnesses?"

The next word came from both of them at once. “More.”

She could feel them against her thighs—hard again, pressing, seeking. Their cocks were hot and rigid, leaving wet trails of pre-cum on her skin as their hips made small unconscious movements.

"Using your hands," Tobias’s fingers inched higher on her thigh. "That was incredible. But I need—"

"We need to be inside you." Evander's hand slid down her stomach, hovering at the juncture of her thighs. Soon, his fingers began brushing through the thatch of dark curls on her pussy. "Please, Serenity. I need to know what your pussy feels like."

Tobias growled. "I was thinking about your pussy the whole time we slept. Dreaming about it. About being inside you, feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock, feeling how wet and hot you are—"

"I want it more," Evander’s sapphire eyes grew fierce. "I've wanted it longer—"

"You haven't wanted it longer, we've wanted the same thing since we were—"

"Boys." Serenity's voice cut through their bickering.

They fell silent immediately, their bodies going still, their eyes fixed on her with that desperate obedience she was beginning to crave.

Yes, queen.

The words hung unspoken in the air. They didn't need to say it anymore. Their bodies had learned the language of submission.

"You're fighting like children." She sat up against the pillows, letting the sheet fall to expose her heavy breasts. They swayed with the movement, full again despite the earlier feeding. The dark nipples beaded with fresh moisture at the sight of the twins' naked hunger. "I don't fuck children."

They both flinched at the word.

At the promise implicit in it.

Fuck.

She was going to fuck them.

The realization settled into her bones. She'd touched them, tasted them, fed them, but she hadn't let them inside her.

Hadn't given them that final intimacy.

"So. . ." A slow smile curved her lips, "we're going to make this a competition."

"A competition?" Tobias's brow furrowed. His hand still rested on her thigh.

"Mmm." Serenity let her gaze travel down their bodies—those magnificent, sculpted forms built from her milk. Those proud cocks strained toward her.

Evander's cock was thick and curved, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Tobias's was longer, the head flushed with angry red need.

She reached down and wrapped a hand around each of them.

Both princes groaned, their hips jerking forward, their eyes rolling back.

"You both want to be inside me?" She stroked them slowly, feeling them pulse against her palms.

“Oh, queen.” Tobias shivered.

"You both think you deserve this pussy?” Serenity licked her lips. “But let's see who's actually worthy."

She squeezed their cocks, watching their faces contort with pleasure.

Evander’s bottom lip quivered, telling her just how much he was losing control from her touch. “How, queen?”

"One at a time. You each get a turn to enter me. You get to show me how good you can make my pussy feel with your cocks. And whoever does it best. . .wins" She twisted her wrists, dragging her palms over their swollen heads.

Evander groaned. "Wins what?"

Serenity's smile widened. "Wins me. For the rest of the night. Inside me, as many times as you can manage. While your brother watches."

The twins looked at each other. That silent communication passed between them—competitive fire mixing with the old wound of being compared since birth.

Two boys forever measured against each other.

Two princes fighting for position in a kingdom that only had room for one heir.

The need to win, to be chosen, to be the one who came out on top—it was written in the tension of their jaws, the flare of their nostrils, the way their bodies angled toward her like she was the prize in a contest neither could afford to lose.

"I'll go first," Tobias said immediately.

"No." Serenity released their cocks, watching their cocks twitch at the loss of her touch. "I decide the order. Evander is the oldest so, he’ll go first."

Tobias's jaw tightened with frustration, but he didn't argue. He moved to the side of the bed. Those wild blue eyes flared as he watched his brother position himself between Serenity's thighs.

This will be interesting.

Serenity let her legs fall open.

For the first time in over two decades, she was inviting a man into her body. Not performing for a camera. Not fantasizing about touch that never came.

Choosing.

Evander settled between her thighs, his massive body blocking out the golden light, casting her in the shadow of his want. She could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the tension in his shoulders, the passion barely contained behind those sapphire eyes.

He was trembling.

She could see it in his shoulders, his arms, his stomach—a fine vibration of desire and terror.

Evander had never done this before. For all his composure, all his careful control, he was about to experience something completely new.

The head of his cock brushed against her folds, and they both gasped.

She was wet—soaking wet—her body preparing itself for him without her permission. She could feel her arousal slicking her thighs, could smell the musky sweetness of her own need mixing with the scent of his.

"Look at me," Serenity cupped his face, forcing those blue eyes to meet hers. "Breathe. There's no rush."

"I don't want to disappoint you." His voice cracked. "I've imagined this so many times. Dreamed about it. But I don't. . .I've never—"

"You won't disappoint me." She pulled him down for a kiss—soft at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against his until she felt some of the tension drain from his body. She could taste herself on him still, the faint sweetness of her milk mixed with the pure regality of Evander. "Just feel. Let your body guide you."

He nodded, swallowed hard, and positioned himself at her entrance.

Serenity felt him there—hot, blunt, seeking. The pressure of him against her opening. The size of him, which she'd felt in her hand but which seemed so much more significant now that he was about to be inside her.

He pushed forward.

The first inch stole her breath.

He was thicker than she'd imagined, and her body stretched to accommodate him with a delicious burn that made her eyes water. She hadn't been entered in over two decades, and her walls clenched around him instinctively, pulling him deeper even as they resisted.

"Oh god," Evander groaned. "Oh god, you're so. . .you're so tight."

He sank deeper.

Another inch.

Then another.

Serenity's head fell back against the pillows, her mouth opening on a silent moan. She could feel every ridge of him, every vein, every pulse of blood through his rigid flesh. He was filling her—really filling her—in a way she'd forgotten was possible.

"Don't stop," she breathed. "All the way. I want all of you."

Groaning some more, Evander pushed forward until his cock was buried to the hilt.

Dear God.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Serenity lay beneath him, impaled, complete. She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel her own heartbeat echoing through the place where their bodies joined. He was so deep she could barely breathe, so thick she felt split open, so present that she couldn't remember what emptiness felt like.

"Move." She shivered. "Slowly."

“Yes, Queen.” Evander pulled back—and she felt every inch of his withdrawal, felt her walls clinging to him, reluctant to let him go—then pushed forward again.

A wild animalistic sound tore from his throat. "Fuck. You're so hot inside. So wet. I can feel you gripping me."

His hips stuttered, trying to find a rhythm, his inexperience showing in every jerky movement. He was overwhelmed, she realized.

Drowning in sensation.

All those years of fantasizing about her pussy had not prepared him for the reality of being buried inside her.

But god, it still felt good anyway.

The heat of him.

The girth.

The length.

The stretch that bordered on too much but stayed just on the right side of pleasure.

The way his cock dragged against her inner walls with every clumsy thrust, hitting places that hadn't been touched in decades.

“Oh, Your Royal Highness.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he made a sound that was almost a scream.

"Too much." He moaned. "You're too much, I can't. . .I'm going to—"

"Not yet." She clenched her pussy around him, and he whimpered. "Don't you dare come yet, my little prince. I'm not done with you."

His body shook with the effort of holding back. She could feel him throbbing inside her—feel the sensual pulse of blood through his cock, the way he swelled even thicker as his orgasm threatened to break through.

“Be my good little prince.” She rolled her hips, finding the angle that made stars burst behind her eyes, and then a hand closed around Evander's hip.

"Time's up." Tobias grunted, clearly aroused by what he was seeing.

Serenity smiled. “Aww. It is true. It is my next little prince’s turn to fuck me.”

Before Evander could protest, his brother's grip tightened on his hip, pulling him backward and forcing him to withdraw.

Serenity felt every inch of Evander’s cock leaving.

Ohhh. . .

Her walls clutched at him, trying to keep him inside. She even gasped at the sudden emptiness when he finally slipped free, his cock glistening with her arousal, flushed and yearning.

Evander made a sound of pure anguish. "No. I wasn't finished. I need more to—"

"It is my turn." Tobias was already desperately positioning himself between her thighs, his longer cock jutting forward, the head smearing pre-cum across her swollen folds.

But he didn't push inside.

Not yet.

Instead, he lowered his mouth to her ear. "I was watching, my queen.”

“Were you now?”

“Yes.” His breath smoothed warm against her skin. "I took notes."

And then Tobias kissed her. The kiss was nothing like Evander's—nothing frantic or greedy.

This was slow.

Thorough.

Devastating.

Tobias explored her mouth like he had all the time in the world, his tongue sliding against hers in steamy strokes, his hands cradling her face like she was precious. He tasted like her milk.

By the time he pulled back, she was shaking.

"Now," Tobias thrust inside her.

Different.

The word flashed through her mind as Tobias entered her.

Where Evander was thick and overwhelming, Tobias was long—impossibly long—reaching places inside her that hadn't been touched in decades.

Maybe ever.

He pushed in slowly.

Inch by inch.

Watching her face the whole time.

Reading every flicker of pleasure that crossed her features.

When he finally bottomed out—when she felt him pressed so deep she could barely breathe, the head of his cock nudging something that made her see stars—he stayed there.

Didn't move.

Oh my God.

She trembled.

"You're perfect." He licked his lips. "I knew you would be. I've tasted you my whole life, and I always knew—when I finally got inside you—it would feel like this."

"Like what, little prince?"

"Like coming home." And then he began to move.

His rhythm was patient, intentional. Long, slow strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her. He'd been watching Evander’s strokes, learning from his brother's mistakes, and now he applied those lessons with devastating perfection.

He angled his hips, and the head of his cock found that spot—that swollen ridge of nerves that made her vision blur. '

Groaning, Tobias held that angle, hitting it with every thrust, watching her face as she began to fall apart.

"Oh!" Serenity’s back arched off the bed. "Oh, that's. . .yes, like that.”

"This is what you like, queen?" Tobias's voice was strained but controlled. "Tell me what you like. Tell me how to please you."

"Deeper. Slower. Make me feel every. . .Oh!"

He adjusted, sinking perfectly deeper, and the world went white at the edges.

Serenity reached out blindly, her hand finding Evander where he knelt beside them, watching with agonizing hunger. His cock was still hard, still wet with her arousal, still greedy for the release that had been denied.

"Come here, little prince" she ordered. "I want your cock in my mouth."

“Fuck yes.” Evander scrambled to obey, positioning himself near her head, his arousal jutting toward her lips.

She opened for him.

Took him deep.

Tasted herself on his skin—that musky sweetness of her own arousal, mixed with the salt of his pre-cum.

“Oh, queen.” He groaned as he slid his cock across her tongue, his hips stuttering forward before he caught himself. "Can I. . .move?"

"God yes."

And there they continued.

Evander thrust his cock into her mouth as Tobias pumped his cock into her pussy, and for one perfect, suspended moment—she was completely full.

Both ends of her body claimed.

Both princes inside her.

Nothing empty.

Nothing hollow.

Nothing left wanting.

Tobias's cock stretched her pussy with every stroke, long and relentless, hitting depths she'd forgotten existed.

Evander's cock filled her mouth, heavy on her tongue, the taste of him mixing with the taste of herself in a cocktail of pure boiling hot desire.

She could feel them moving in counterpoint—Tobias pulling back as Evander pushed forward, Evander withdrawing as Tobias sank deep. The twins found a shatteringly erotic rhythm together. Her body was the instrument they played in tandem, and the pleasure built like a wave she couldn't outrun.

Tobias's thrusts grew harder, more urgent, and with each one, her breasts bounced heavily against her chest.

She could feel them—full again, impossibly full, the pressure building behind her nipples until it bordered on pain.

Her breasts ached.

Milk beaded at her nipples and ran in thin streams down her ribs, soaking into the already-ruined sheets.

Tobias noticed. His eyes fixed on those dripping peaks, and darkness crossed his face.

Then, the milk began to leak in earnest. Twin streams running down the curves of her breasts, pooling in her cleavage, dripping onto her stomach.

"Look at you." Tobias's voice was wrecked. "Leaking for us while I fuck you. Your body knows who it belongs to now."

"Evander," Tobias growled, never breaking his cock’s pumping. "Her tits. Drink while I fuck her."

Evander thrust his cock into her mouth and groaned.

Serenity felt the vibration in her throat.

Evander pulled his cock out. A string of saliva connected them—attaching from her tongue to his cock—for one obscene moment before it broke. He repositioned himself and lowered his head while his brother kept fucking her.

Evander caught one milky stream with his tongue. Licked up the length of her breast. Found her nipple and sucked while his brother’s cock began to pound into her pussy.

The dual sensation—being drunk from and fucked at once—short-circuited something in Serenity's brain. “Oh. Oh.”

The sensation was too much.

Serenity screamed. “Oh!”

Pleasure ripped through her from three directions at once—Tobias's cock hitting that devastating spot inside her, Evander's mouth drawing milk from her breast, and somewhere in the chaos her own hand had found her clit and was rubbing frantic circles against the swollen nub.

"That's it," Tobias grunted. "That's it, cum for me, cum on my cock—"

"Cum for us," Evander corrected, his mouth full of her milk, his words muffled against her flesh. "We both want to feel it—"

The orgasm hit her like a freight train.

And all she could do was listen to the princes’ command.

Her back arched off the bed. Her walls clamped down on Tobias's cock with crushing pressure. Her nipple spurted milk into Evander's waiting mouth.

“Ohhh!!” And she screamed—a sound that was barely human, ripped from somewhere primal, echoing off the walls of the suite and out into the Pacific evening.

Surely all of the resort’s guests heard.

She expected the release to peak and subside.

Instead, the climax hit her like a fist to the chest, and didn't let go. It tightened instead of fading, coiling hotter, deeper, while they kept moving, kept taking, kept demanding more than she thought she had.

Her thighs shook.

Her vision went white at the edges.

And still her body climbed.

Her body stopped belonging to her—it belonged to them, to their mouths, their hands, their perfect devastating rhythm—and every time she thought she'd reached the edge, they pushed her past it.

Again.

And again.

Until she was nothing but nerve endings and need.

Then, Tobias came with a roar.

She felt it—felt his cock swell impossibly thick inside her, felt the first hot pulse of his release flooding her depths. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, shaking, his face contorted in something that looked almost like pain as his cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her clenching body. "Fuck! Fuck! Serenity!"

His orgasm triggered another wave of hers, and she clenched around him again, milking him, drawing every last drop from his shuddering body.

Evander pulled his mouth from her breast with a wet pop, his lips painted white, his eyes wild. He’d been stroking his cock the whole time and now his hand was a blur on the thick length. "I need to cum.”

Serenity gasped. "Cum on me, baby. Show me how you come undone, little prince."

“Fuck yeah.” Moaning, he angled himself over her body, and his hand began working faster as he jacked his cock. “I want to cover you in my cum.”

“Yes, prince. Show me and your brother how much you’ve got in that big cock.”

“Mmmm.”

“We want to see that fat cock bust.”

Tobias groaned as he watched his brother stroke himself. “Yes. Shoot all over her breasts, brother.”

That triggered Evander.

The first rope of cum erupted from him with violent force.

It landed hot and wet across her breasts, painting her brown skin white, mixing with the milk still leaking from her nipples.

“Ahhh!!” A second pulse of white cum followed, then a third, each one coating more of Serenity—her stomach, her ribs, the valley between her breasts.

Evander came and came and came, emptying his cock onto her body while his brother's release still flooded her core, and Serenity lay there taking all of it—claimed, covered, and completely theirs.

Dear God. I love this.

For a long moment, no one moved.

Tobias was still buried inside her, softening slowly, his cum leaking out around his cock and soaking the sheets beneath them.

Evander had collapsed beside her, his hand still loosely wrapped around his spent length, his chest heaving with exhausted breaths.

And Serenity lay between them, covered in milk, sweat, and the combined release of two princes.

She'd never felt more beautiful.

She'd never felt more alive.

"Did I win?" Tobias murmured against her breast, and his voice was sleepy and smug. His cock was still inside her.

Serenity laughed. "You both won. That's what I've decided."

"That's cheating," Evander complained, but there was no heat in those words. He was already pressing kisses to her shoulder, her neck, the curve of her jaw.

"I make the rules." She licked her lips. "Now rest. We still have hours left."

"And after?" Tobias asked, finally withdrawing from her body with a wet sound that made them all shiver. "When the twenty-four hours are over?"

The question hung in the air.

Serenity thought about the deed.

About the island.

About everything that had led them here.

But right now, with their cum still warm on her skin and inside her body, with their hearts beating against her ribs, with their mouths pressing lazy kisses to every inch of flesh they could reach. . .

She didn't want to think about after. "Let’s just rest."

They settled against her.

Two princes.

Two men built from her body.

Two lovers who'd shown her that it wasn't too late for new passions.

Never too late.

Meanwhile. . .

Thirty-five thousand feet above the Atlantic, King Aldric sat in his private jet, watching the screen mounted before him.

The footage was slightly delayed by satellite, but he'd seen everything.

On the screen, his son's cock disappeared inside the woman King Aldric had wanted since before those boys were born.

He should have been disgusted.

Should have been furious.

Instead, his hand moved faster on his aching cock.

That should be me.

The thought was poison.

The thought was wicked confession.

He watched Tobias's ass flex with each thrust, watched Serenity's face transform with pleasure his son was giving her, and dark envy and terrible hunger bloomed in his chest.

Also pride.

He was proud of how his sons made her moan. Proud of how they'd gotten further with her in hours than he'd managed in decades. Proud of the way they worked together to take her apart.

His cock throbbed harder.

When Serenity came on screen—screaming, arching, clenching around his son's cock—Aldric came too. His release spilled over his fist, hot and shameful, and he didn't look away from the screen.

Didn't blink.

You're coming for my boys. But you'll scream louder for me.

Once they went to sleep, he rewound the footage and played it again.

Once more, he watched Tobias’s cock slide inside her—watched her face transform with pleasure, watched her body arch and writhe beneath his son's thrusts.

Then, he focused on Evander sucking milk from her breast while his brother fucked her.

Mmmm. Good job, son.

However, his favorite part of the footage was watching her cum, screaming, clenching, and utterly undone while his sons painted her with their release—inside her and on her—claiming her in ways he'd only ever dreamed of.

Soon he found his hand once again wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with the moans still echoing from the screen's speakers. He'd already cum twice during the footage, and he was close to a third.

This is madness.

Aggravated, he let go of his cock, pressed a button next to him, and spoke to the pilot, "How much longer?"

His voice came out rough and wrecked.

"Four hours, Your Majesty."

Four hours.

An eternity.

He turned back to the screen, where Serenity lay tangled with his sons, her magnificent body flushed and satisfied, her breasts glistening with milk and cum, her thighs still slick with the evidence of her pleasure.

I'm coming for you.

His dark eyes burned as his hand moved faster over his cock.

And when I get there, you're going to learn what all these years of waiting really feels like.

The plane cut through the clouds, carrying a king toward his obsession.

And in the suite below, Serenity slept—sated, surrounded, and completely unaware that the real storm was still approaching.