The Crowned Captive

She didn’t know what else she could have expected. The teasing and taunting throughout the night had worked Rowan into a fever, his eyes on her every second by the end of it. Some of the nobles had noticed, no doubt, but that only seemed to egg Rowan on more. She had barely gotten through the door of her rooms when her suitor slammed them shut behind them and pushed her hard against the wall. Her breath came out in a yelp as he gathered her wrists together, bundling them above her head, whilst his mouth found her neck, teeth bruising the skin. Another cry of surprise escaped her lips as he bit down hard, hard enough to nearly break the skin with those damned fangs. His bittersweet punishment for taunting him all day long. His free hand tore at her, ripping at the stays on her corset, freeing her breasts from their fabric prison.

It was in that moment of disarray that the door burst open once more, and a startled-looking Cordan burst in. The taller elf quickly pieced together what was happening as Rowan turned and snarled at him, a frighteningly animalistic sound. Cordan’s eyes turned to hers then, his face tight with embarrassment.

“My apologies, I did not realise the situation. I heard the noise and your cry and thought you hurt. I shall take my leave,” Cordan said, bowing stiffly at the waist. Had Morana not been so exposed, she may have felt amusement at his formality.

“Wait,” Rowan called, and confusion washed over her. “Our princess has been insinuating all day long that I am not enough to satisfy her. Maybe both of her little playthings will be enough to do the job.”

It took a long second before the meaning of Rowan’s words registered in her head. It was a second more before her wine-addled brain realised that he was not joking with the proposition. A wave of heat washed over her face. Her eyes turned to Cordan, her lips forming an apology on Rowan’s behalf. She expected entirely for there to be some sort of distaste or repulsion on his face at the thought of sharing her with him, yet all she saw was a pained longing. Slowly, he eased the door shut behind him. He did not run but merely stood waiting just inside the threshold. Her drunken mind went immediately to their previous interactions and her revelation tonight.

Sure, she had kissed him on the training field as a trick and she had smelt his arousal when they had been pressed together in training. She had never expected this from him, though. She had thought it was all just flesh reactions to intimate areas being pressed so close. Even his jealousy tonight had not made her think of him wanting this. Yet now, as he stood and watched, she could smell his arousal once more, heady and intoxicating. It seemed to roll off of him in waves. Her own body responded in kind to the scent. She watched his face darken as he realised, the longing turning to outright lust. Slowly, he started moving closer to where she and Rowan stood.

“You are allowed to say yes, princess,” Rowan breathed against her ear as she watched her friend stalk closer. “I would love to see you struggle to manage us both.”

Morana swallowed then, her heart in her throat as Cordan finally stood before them. She looked up at him wide-eyed, not sure what to do. She was drunker than she ever remembered being, but this was something she knew she would enjoy sober.

“If that is her wish, then I am at her command,” Cordan breathed, eyes never leaving her face. Her heart flopped in her chest like a dying fish in response.

She turned back to Rowan then, expecting jealousy. He looked down at her expectantly, not demanding but open and mischievous. The thought of them both sent her heart racing to new heights, the tingling between her legs becoming an inferno. Cordan was the first to walk closer, his eyes gentle on hers as he came over and kissed her ever so lightly on the lips, then along her jawline. His mouth left a burning trail until it was against her ear.

“We can stop at any moment you wish, Morana. All you have to do is say the word and I am yours. We are yours.”

His lips traced down her neck like molten bliss and she looked over her shoulder at Rowan standing erect behind them, his eyes glazed with lust. It was obvious he wanted this, and that Cordan wanted this. Gods, even against her every sensible thought, she wanted this too.

“Yes.”

The word was barely a whisper, but Rowan and Cordan responded as if it was a roar. Cordan lifted his face, his eyes surprised yet wicked. Then Rowan was beside her, jostling for a position to claw at her. His fingers forced her face towards his as Cordan undid the final lacings that held her dress together. He let it fall to the floor, leaving only her undergarments against her skin. Cordan’s mouth found its way to her breast, tracing a burning path of kisses lazily around it as Rowan stood back and unlaced his trousers. He grabbed his hand in hers, guiding it to his cock and dragging her hand along it.

Cordan took his time to work lower then, the trail of his lips burning their path down her stomach until they rested on the softest part of her thighs. With one deft movement, Cordan removed his undergarments with his teeth so they too were puddled at her feet. Rowan forced her face back to his, watching with predatory glee as her face slackened with pleasure. She pumped Rowan’s length harder, quicker, intent on gaining the same satisfaction he had. Cordan stood as Rowan stepped back to shuck the rest of his clothes. His fingers found her sex, caressing her wetness and teasing her entrance. She turned to him and he plunged those fingers inside of her, his grin widening as he freed a cry of pure ecstasy.

As Rowan stalked towards her again, Cordan broke free and stepped back. His eyes never left hers as he licked one finger, then the next, tasting her. Her heart pounded in her chest as Rowan’s arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her onto him to straddle him as his mouth found her neck once more. His hands were firm on her ass, near bruising as he carried her from the wall and across the room to dump her onto the bed. He crawled on top of her then, his grin pure sex as he placed a hand on each thigh.

The stroke of his tongue through her core tore a sound from her that was barely human. She moaned as he flicked his tongue over her apex and then stroked back down again. His eyes bored into her, full of mischief, as he plunged his tongue into her canal, feasting on her taste. Sounds of pleasure escaped her once more as he returned to her clit, worrying at it with impressive finesse. She threw her head back, expecting to look up to open air, only to see Cordan’s nakedness above her. He was undressed now and his cock looked even larger freed and in the light than it had through his trousers. Her mouth dried at the sheer length as he stroked it, smiling down at her pleasure-wracked face. Rowan’s length was impressive, but it was nothing compared to this. She whimpered once more as he brushed his hand along her cheek, a painfully gentle movement compared to Rowan’s ravenous tongue.

“I hardly feel it’s fair you get all the fun, Mor,” he spoke, voice husky with lust. She swallowed as he brushed the tip of his cock across her lips, the skin velvet and his face pleading. Trying to push the fear from her mind, she opened her mouth, the tongue teasing the tip of his member. His answering groan was enough for her to open her mouth fully, his cock gliding across her tongue as Rowan’s on her caused her to groan. He entered lazily at first, then more incessantly, gliding in and out of her mouth. She moaned around his shaft, dropping her head back further and opening her throat, wanting all of him. His cock twitched and he groaned as she gagged on his length, but he only eased backwards a little before pushing forward again, this time sliding down her throat.

"Fuck, Morana,” he moaned, bracing himself against the edge of the bed as he slid himself in to his hilt, his balls resting against her face. Morana moaned in unison as Rowan continued to feast, his fingers now plunging into her, finding that spot of ecstasy again and again without abandon. She huffed in a breath as Cordan finally pulled himself back, his face slack with pleasure. She reached up, locking eyes with him, showing her need as she guided his cock to her mouth once more. His self-control waning, Cordan pushed his length over her tongue and to her throat once more, his groan animalistic. His hand found her throat as he fucked her face and her pleasure began to peak. Rowan sensed this and grinned against her as he set the rhythm. Her climax barrelled down her spine with explosive force, her cry of pleasure rumbling along Cordan’s length. He pulled himself out at that, panting down at her, barely leashing his lust. He offered a supportive smile, looking a little shell-shocked himself as he lifted her into sitting position once the wave receded.

“My turn,” Rowan purred as she was turned to him, stroking himself as he climbed the bed towards her. His lips crashed against hers as he lifted her hips off of the bed and lowered her over his cock. She gasped, but Cordan held her head forward, forcing her to make eye contact as Rowan grinned and thrust deep into her. She could not help but scream at the sudden fullness and stretching, pleasure tingling to her very fingertips. As Rowan forced her hips down with his hands, Cordan found her apex and began circling it with his fingers. Even the slow motions caused her body to be wracked with the aftershocks of her last climax. His mouth found her neck and the other hand the peaks of her breast as Rowan thrust up into her, harder and harder with each stroke. She could not help it, crying out in bliss again as he filled her relentlessly, her sex tight around him.

“Imagine how it would feel to have your mouth around my cock as Cordan ploughs you, princess. Wouldn’t that feel so lovely,” Rowan breathed, his words accented with his unforgiving thrusts. Which each one Morana cried out, struggling to keep her sanity between Cordan’s hand on her and Rowan within her. Cordan’s chuckle at Rowan’s words was fire against her ear as he ground himself into her ass.

“Tell him how much you want it, Morana,” Rowan commanded. She twisted to face Cordan behind her, breathless as they locked eyes. She could barely think, barely form the words as Rowan continued relentlessly.

“I want you to fuck me, Cordan. I want to feel you inside of me. Please,” she whimpered through her cries of pleasure.

It was the only prompting Cordan needed to take what he had wanted the entire time. In one fluent movement, he pulled her from Rowan’s lap and pushed her head forward. Now on all fours on the bed, she looked back up at Rowan as Cordan forced her legs apart, placing his own between hers. Rowan grinned down as he lifted her face to his groin, his glistening cock pleading at her lips. Cordan reached forward and circled her clit lazily, waiting for her to engulf Rowan before he started. She opened her mouth, permitting his entry and Rowan slid in without any gentleness, tangling his hands in her hair and pulling her mouth over him.

“Taste yourself, princess. Don’t you taste so lovely,” Rowan purred as he forced her head down over him. She gagged on his length, tears springing to her eyes, yet still, she wanted more.

Fingers still on her pleasure, Cordan eased himself between her wet folds. Pain tinged her moans as his length filled and filled her, pushing and stretching incessantly. Even then, she backed into him as Rowan fucked her face, wanting all of them. Cordan pulled himself back, then plunged into her with a groan that could very well be her undoing. Rowan looked down at her, eyes sparkling with what nearly looked like pride as Cordan sheathed himself to the hilt, panting over her. He pulled back after a long moment and plunged into her again, her cry reverberating over Rowan’s cock. The flame-haired elf threw his head back in pleasure as his tempo increased.

Cordan became ravenous, incessant, as he plunged faster and faster, pushing her until she teetered on not being able to handle any more. His hand circled her apex, and she could feel the pleasure build once more, her sex tightening over him. She clawed at Rowan’s thighs without abandon as he fucked her face, only pleasure on his. She quivered, the only prompting Cordan needed to pull back and bury himself with a roar, his pleasure echoing through the room. She shattered then, the world splintering into beautiful pieces of bliss as his cock quivered within her. Rowan was not far behind, riding her face through the throws of her pleasure, finally finishing on her tongue. His eyes did not leave hers as she swallowed his salty seed, and he grinned down at her. As her climax finally ebbed, she collapsed between them, body utterly spent.

A few moments passed before she felt strong hands lift her and lay her heavy head on her pillows before they sank down beside her. Soft lips brushed against her forehead and she opened her eyes to see Cordan facing her, face soft and tender. Over his shoulder, Rowan stood from the bed and dressed once more, grinning over at her.

“I do have a discussion to get to with the king, but please, if you ever wish to try that again, do let me know,” he said over his shoulder as he fixed his tunic, brushed a hand through his hair and left the room.