Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
And I creamed again immediately, shivering at the deep finger fuck. Because I loved it all … loved taking three, the triple domination exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and what I craved.
KARL
Life has taken a turn for the crazy. And I mean crazy because my twin and I have never shared a woman with another man before. Sure, we share women between ourselves all the time, but that’s different, we’re used to it, that’s the norm for us. But a third guy in our fraternity? Weird, it was just fucking weird to get down and dirty with another dude there, running his dick into all the same hot spaces, caressing all the same gorgeous folds.
But it made Tina happy, the way Kristian touched her, the way he lightly tapped her anus while stroking in and out of her pussy.
“Kris!” she’d sigh, throwing her head back, boobs bouncing in the air as she jounced on his cock. “Ohhh, feels good, run that heavy fuckpole in,” she’d moan. And the big man was only too happy, giving her the deep pound, jetting rope after rope of thick, sticky cum into her nubile body.
Because none of us have been using protection. I don’t know what the fuck has come over us, but we’ve been taking Tina bareback again and again, and she never says no. Sure there was that first time with Kato when she’d begged him to pull out, but Kato’s the wrong guy for that.
“I never pull out,” he’d ground out, his brows lowered. “Never.”
And we’ve been doing it again and again, filling her to the brim with our mixed cream, the little girl bathed in our seed day in and day out. But the craziest part about this all is that somehow my twin and I have lost our hatred for Kristian. We came to St. Venetia with a plan of attack, a strategy to dethrone the King, unseat the Crown Prince, bring all sorts of shit down on their house, despair, destruction, financial ruin. But Kristian … he seems to be an okay dude.
It was partly that he cares about his people, seeing to their welfare even though he could have been an international playboy, fucking women all across the Continent. But instead, I’d heard Tina and Kristian talking about the Roma, what they could do to help these impoverished peoples of St. Venetia, and the dude had some reasonable ideas. At least to our ears, he seemed willing to get his hands dirty, actually put stuff on the line to get the wheels rolling.
And it seems the feeling is mutual, Kristian sees my twin and I as reasonable guys, stellar warriors, handy with our hands, even better with weapons and good to our girl. So when the prince asked Kato and me to be part of his honor guard, we were torn, really unsure. This guy was supposedly our nemesis, and now we were going to be in his inner circle?
“What the fuck?” said Kato to me in private. “Are we really considering this?”
I shrugged my shoulders. Life was turning out complicated and weird. After all, Kristian was supposed to be our sworn enemy, Darth Vader to our Luke Skywalker, and yet here we were joining his personal body service.
“Listen,” I grunted, “it’s going to be fine. We’ll have unquestioned access to the palace as members of the Legionnaires, we’ll be in close proximity to the King, and that’s what we’re really shooting for.”
Kato nodded thoughtfully then.
“That’s true, I want that motherfucker to pay,” he ground out.
And so we accepted, taking the oaths, swearing allegiance to a man we were supposed to hate.
“Do you, Karl Smith, pledge your allegiance to the Venetian Crown Prince, to all he represents as the honor and glory of the country?” intoned the bishop.
“I do,” I replied in turn, bent down on one knee, my head bowed, one hand crossed over my chest.
And with that, Kristian bestowed me with a heavy gold signet ring, symbolic of the oath I’d taken.
“I, too, accept the burden, the sacrifice, the honor that you bring to this position, Legionnaire,” he intoned from above, completing the ceremonial ritual. And just like that, Kato and I become the newest body guards to the Prince, complete with stiff white uniforms and packing some serious heat.
But we hadn’t forgotten our plans either. King Georg was foremost on our minds, our long-lost father, the dude who couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge his own sons. So I called up Violet – she was a part of the plan whether or not she knew it.
“Mom,” I growled into the phone, “you’re still coming to St. Venetia for the ball right?”
“Oh I don’t know,” Violet replied faintly, her voice tinny from the long-distance call. I could almost hear her wringing her hands, agonizing about the decision. “I haven’t bought a ticket yet, maybe I don’t have enough vacation days …” she said, her voice trailing off.