TRIPLE PRINCES: An MFMM Menage Romance Page 19

  “So when shit hit the fan, I had an internal meltdown. I know I should have stuck around,” he said slowly, “made sure that everything got back on track before jetting off with Halliburton. But I didn’t. I guess I felt so hurt by the revelations that I turned inwards, seeking peace and solace within myself, putting myself in radically different environs so that I could get away from it for a while, deal with it in my own good time.”

  I shook my head confused.

  “But Kristian,” I said slowly. “What happened that made you break down? I mean if Agatha’s never really been a part of your life, why would you feel abandoned all of a sudden?”

  “That’s the thing,” he said slowly. “It’s not that the abandonment came on suddenly. It’s been a constant thing, a drip drip in my life that’s existed since I was a child. And there was no cathartic moment per se,” he added wryly. “I guess it was seeing how much Violet loved Kato and Karl … and then finding out she was my mother too.”

  “Kristian, we were all played by the Rothchilds, don’t blame Agatha,” rumbled Kato. “She was a pawn, just like everyone else.”

  “Yeah, but see, I thought I was one of them,” said Kristian slowly. “I thought that my grandfather, my uncles, my aunts all across the Continent were on my team. And it turns out I was just an interloper to them, they never loved me … and neither did my so-called mother.”

  I was still for a moment. Okay, yes, there had been a lot of revelations about his heritage. Maybe finding out that Agatha wasn’t his biological mom explained her disinterested behavior, but how was anything going to change from here on out?

  “So what’s different?” I said slowly. “Are you going to try and form a relationship with Agatha? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “Oh hell no,” he said with a laugh. “That’s over and done with, that woman can kiss my ass. Did you notice?” he said with a pause, “that she’s barely been a part of all this? That we haven’t heard a peep from Agatha, she’s had nothing to say, avoiding us all, doing her own thing, despite the fact that she’s a major player in this drama? That’s how she is,” he nodded. “My entire life, that’s how she’s been – uncaring, non-existent, a big zero.”

  I nodded. It made no sense to build bridges with a woman who had never been, and probably still wasn’t interested in you.

  “So what does this mean?” I asked slowly. “What does this mean for me and the babies?” I asked, gesturing to my stomach. “Are you over your so-called abandonment issues? If you’re not seeking closure with Agatha, then what are you looking for?”

  Kristian paused for a moment.

  “I’ll be honest with you and say that I’m not totally sure,” he said slowly, looking at me somberly. “Because I still have a hole in my life, a giant-sized feeling of loss,” he admitted. “I think the only thing I can do is work on it. Work on myself, find fulfillment and happiness through you, the babies, our quad,” he said. “I know now that you’re everything to me, and believe me when I say I’ll never leave you again.”

  And here Karl coughed a bit.

  “I don’t want to butt in, but have you thought about building a relationship with Violet?” he suggested. “She’s come off as unsteady, flighty, with a vindictive streak against Georg, but at the same time, she was a good mother to us. Over-protective, yes. Afraid of setting us free in the world, yes. But she loved us, and Kato and I,” he said, nodding at his brother, “we’ve never doubted her love for us, that we were number one in her book always.”

  Kato snorted then.

  “Violet, if anything, was overbearing. She should never have gotten into a spat with Georg, a custody war of sorts, hiding us out on the farm so that he couldn’t see us. But it’s all over now,” he said with a growl. “We’re not on the farm anymore, we’re in Afghanistan,” he said grimly.

  And I gasped then, my hands flying to cover my mouth. This was terrible news, for both myself and the girls. Afghanistan? They were sure to be killed.

  But the twins merely nodded at me.

  “We can’t tell you much of what we’re doing, but we won’t lie,” said Karl. “It’s brutal. We’re soldiers baby, we always will be, and there’s blood, death and guts around us all the time.”

  I nodded mutely, my eyes shining.

  “But where does that leave us?” I asked plaintively. “Where does that leave Corinna and Carlton?” I said. I’d decided on names for the babies and Corinna and Carlton reminded me of twin peaks in Andorra, a favorite childhood hiking spot that I’d often visited. The peace and tranquility I’d found on those hikes was what I wanted to pass onto my children, a foil for the drama we’d recently been through.

  “Well, we have abandonment issues of our own,” ground out Kato, “but it’s no big deal, we’re over it,” he said flatly.

  “What my brother means,” interrupted Karl, “is that yeah, we felt abandoned because we thought Georg ditched us. That he had no interest in us, everything was focused on Kristian,” he added, shooting his older brother a meaningful look. “But none of that was true. Georg had been looking for us, had reached out multiple times, was trying to get in touch. It was Violet who rebuffed him, who kept us isolated, away from his tentacles.”

  “And I kind of don’t blame her, to tell you the truth,” he said thoughtfully. “Violet knew what she was up against. The royal family, the Rothschilds, their Machiavellian machinations forced her to the limit. They’d already taken one son after all,” he said slowly. “So she did what she could for her remaining two. She went into the shadows, shielding us, protecting us, and the constant fear, the paranoia, warped her a bit but it was all for a reason.”

  “I guess from here on out though,” he added, taking a deep breath, “it’s going to be different. Kato and I,” he nodded at his brother, “we know the truth now. And we’re going to try and be better men. Maybe build a relationship with Georg, get to know him better at least, who knows?”

  Here, Kristian snorted.

  “I assure you, Dad is no piece of cake,” he ground out. “He’s made like he had no say in a lot of this, but trust me, he knows more than he’s letting on. He is the King after all.”

  “That’s true,” replied Karl mildly. “But see, we don’t even see Georg as a father figure yet. He’s a stranger to us, someone we’ve studied from a distance. So yeah, building a relationship is probably the first step.”

  “I’m just saying,” warned Kristian. “You’re up against a power player. He’s not letting on to everything he knows.”

  “We hear you,” growled Kato. “We hear you, loud and clear.”

  And the three men looked at each other, different emotions flitting over their faces. Because we were in the midst of a massive shake-up, the Venetians made the Mansons look sane and tame. Family dysfunction? Oh yeah, we had that in spades.

  But that still didn’t address the question of me and the girls.

  “So what does this all mean?” I said slowly, bringing the conversation back full circle. “What happens from here on out?”

  The men looked at each other again, mentally communicating on some level.

  “Well we’ve realized what you mean to us,” rumbled Kristian. “In all the shit that’s gone down, you were our center, our calm in the eye of the storm. And yeah, we shouldn’t have left you.”

  Kato shook his head vehemently again.

  “We fucked up, baby girl, and we’re so sorry,” he growled. “We’ll never do it again.”

  “Because you mean so much to us,” said Karl slowly, going down on one knee before me, his brothers also on bended knee, forming a small semi-circle in the room, “we want to make it permanent.”

  “Will you?” he asked, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket and popping open the lid, showing me what lay inside. “Will you, Tina?”

  And I remained motionless for a moment. The ring that glittered at me was beautiful, a tri-color dazzler, the rose gold, yellow gold, and platinum intertwined in an intricate, yet decepti
vely simple pattern.

  “Is this what I think it is?” I said slowly, meeting each of their eyes in turn.

  “Yes,” answered Karl.

  “Yes, yes,” repeated Kristian and Kato. “Marry us.”

  And I reached for the ring as if in a trance, sliding it onto my slim finger. It was beautiful, glimmering in the light, and I twisted the metal band thoughtfully. I wanted so badly to say yes, to throw myself at them without abandon, pitch my load in with theirs, bind myself to these powerful, charismatic men for eternity. They were the fathers of my unborn children after all, but something held me back.

  “I have to think about it,” I said softly, twisting the ring on my finger. “Thank you so much, but with everything that’s happened lately, I have to think.”

  And the men look stunned. I think they’d been expecting a joyous “Yes!” since they’d been alpha males their entire lives, women throwing themselves in their path, desperate to get whatever they could from these virile, gorgeous males. So my hesitation, my tentative “I don’t know,” was puzzling and utterly confounding to them.

  Kristian took a deep breath.

  “Okay, we get it,” he said. “A bunch of pretty words isn’t going to do it, and yeah, we don’t have a plan yet,” he admitted. “But wear it in the meantime, okay? Don’t forget about us.”

  Kato and Karl growled their agreement, their faces pained with emotion, promising me the world with their eyes. But there was no reason to be so distraught.

  “Oh I’m not going to forget about you,” I said lightly, with a small laugh. “All I meant is that maybe we shouldn’t jump into marriage just now. Which of you would I be getting married to, anyways?” I asked wryly. “We haven’t even figured out that yet.”

  “What I meant is that we should live together, establish a home together, wait until things stabilize a little more before tying the knot. After all, you guys just got back and we have a lot to work out still. Abandonment issues, maybe building a relationship with Georg, with Violet, figuring out what Agatha wants from all this,” I shrugged. “Plus, you’re military men now, with real responsibilities and a family to raise,” I said. “Who knows when you’ll need to ship out again?”

  And the three men looked at each other, the silence loaded.

  “We’ve decided to remain here, in Cambodia, until you feel ready for us to leave,” said Karl slowly. “That was the big thing we agreed on. We don’t have many answers, there are still a lot of outstanding questions, but we’ve told our employer that for personal reasons, we can’t be deployed again for a couple months at least.”

  “All three of you are going to stay in Southeast Asia until the call comes?” I asked, eyebrows arched.

  And Kato broke in then.

  “Southeast Asia, Cambodia, wherever you are is where we’ll be,” he said roughly, gazing at me with hunger, need, everything in his heart. “We belong to you, and you to us.”

  And with that, happiness suffused me, a flush rising on my cheeks. There was no crystal ball, sure. There was no Ouija board with perfect answers, perfect outcomes. But what I’d been hoping for had come true. The men were here to work things out together, to stay in one location for the time being, we were a unit, we’d face the future together. And what more could I ask for? Dedicated, committed, stronger together, we were forging a future to see where the path led.

  “Karl, Kristian, Kato,” I said softly, standing up slowly, “I have a gift for you too.”

  I made my way to my bag while the men watched, their hungry eyes taking in my beautifully pregnant form, making me feel graceful, wanted, even though I was as big as a house. I bent over and pulled out what looked like a leather-covered log, about ten inches across and a foot and a half long.

  “Recognize this?” I said playfully, putting it on the ground. I rubbed my lower back for a moment. The thing wasn’t light and I’d schlepped it over from the Hotel Meridian, taking care not to let anyone see.

  Because it was a Sybian vibrator. Even though my men were gone, even though I was pregnant, I still had needs, the lust coursing through my veins at night, shivers running up and down my spine. And so I’d splurged and ordered a Sybian, a log that you fit with a dildo attachment that vibrates in your secret spaces.

  “Fuck,” rasped Kato, his eyes never leaving me. “Are you going to ride it now?” he rasped. His brothers nodded, their expressions lustful, on a hundred percent alert.

  “Yes, it’s my gift to you,” I said flirtatiously. “I’m going to let you watch as part of getting reacquainted,” I said sweetly and with that, I began shedding my clothes. To be honest, I was a little apprehensive. I’ve always been curvy yes, with a little extra here and there, but now I had a lot extra, the pregnancy making my boobs Double H’s, my hips extra-wide, my ass huge and heavily bouncing. And my stomach, well that was part of the plan.

  Completely nude now except for a pair of heels I’d slipped on, I looked at the men coyly, lasciviously licking my lips as I pulled out a three-inch attachment. The little dildo was black, ridged, and gleamed in the light, tantalizing, beckoning. I popped it into my mouth, lubing it up, running my tongue up and down the little length, sucking hungrily. By now the men had their dongs out, those fifteen inchers up and at alert, pointing straight at me, but they made no move to come closer, touch me. They respected my space, that I was in charge, that in this place, this situation, I was the boss.

  And I worked it. Moaning low in my throat, I fit the attachment to the Sybian and stood above the log, a foot on either side.

  “Ready Freddy?” I asked flirtatiously, cupping my tits, jiggling my ass at them. My pussy lips were wet, gleaming in the light and I could feel a bit of cream trickling down my thigh.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” was the only reply from the men, a chorus of moans, of anticipation, their eyes watching my every move. I could see the wet tips of their dicks shining as their hands worked up and down the massive shafts, in fact Kristian’s cock was leaking so much that a stringy loop of pre-cum was dripping off the tip, pooling on the floor, he was so excited.

  And so I wiggled, I jiggled, and slowly lowered myself onto the dildo. My pussy lips kissed the head first before parting wetly, slipping around the shaft and I sank to the hilt, burying the black in my snatch.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, tossing my head back, eyes closed, mouth opened in rapture. “Oh oh oh.”

  And it felt so fucking good to have that little dildo in me, stretching my passage, making my pussy cream with its hard length. As a test of sorts, I ran myself up and down that hard length, pumping it for a few strokes, letting the rubber slide against my insides, stimulate my g-spot, making my cunny tingle, sparks shooting up to my nips in utter delight. Moans rang out throughout the room as the men watched ravenously, their hands a blur on their shafts, their gazes hot on my skin.

  But they had needs too.

  “Baby we can’t see very well because you’re pregnant,” ground out Kristian. “Show us your clit.”

  And I understood what he was saying. My belly was so big now that the three men couldn’t see the penetration clearly, where my flesh hugged the rubber, gripping the dildo tight as it fucked me. And so my eyes flicked open and I smiled at them coyly. Oh god, it turned me on, how the three men couldn’t tear their eyes away from my pregnant, fucked form, the dirtiness of my actions.

  “Sure,” I cooed, batting my lashes. “I’ll give you what you need.”

  And I leaned back on the seat so that my hips canted forward, reaching between my legs to pull my pussy lips apart, showing them my clit, my channel, everything I had.

  “Look at it,” I moaned, “look at the cream running down my walls, how my nub pulses for you, my hole so fucked.”

  And the men groaned in ecstasy, their hands a blur on their shafts, all of their dicks dripping semen to the floor now, the wet sucking sounds loud and obscene. And I giggled again, my clit waving in the air, nips perky against my huge, pendulous boobs, the cream spilling so hard, so hot from my chan
nel that the Sybian was coated with honey, my scent rising in the air, blanketing us with the musk of an aroused female.

  “Hold on,” I whispered hotly. “Cause I’ve got more for you.”

  And with that, I pulled up for a moment, letting the dildo slide out of my cunt before scooting a couple inches forward and dropping back down again.

  “Ohhh!” I moaned as the dildo made its way up my ass, the squeeze so dry, so dirty, so hot. “Ohhh fuuuck.”

  Because it’s the new Tina. These men had taught me well, taught me to love anal, to use all my holes for their pleasure, and I’d eaten up every lesson, hungry for more, desperate for more. So yeah, now anal is part of the everyday menu, and I fuck myself in the behind all the time now, using dildos, vibrators, the Sybian, bottles, vases, whatever I can get up there, stimulating my little rectal canal, letting my brown pucker get filled, get fucked.

  And to add fuel to the fire, I switched on the Sybian with a flick of the finger, the little dick vibrating in my anus with a tantalizing rumble.

  “Aiee!” I shrieked, the stimulation almost too much. “Aiee! Aiee!”

  It felt so amazing, my anus stretched and shaking with pleasure, my cunny trembling and dripping with cream. I pinched and pulled at my nips, the tips like missiles, and spread my legs wider, leaning back so the trio could get a good view of everything going on.

  “Ahhh,” moaned Kato, his dick giving it up, finishing with a few mighty heaves onto the ground in front of him.

  “Fuuuck,” groaned Kristian, his sperm joining his brother’s on the hotel room rug.

  And Karl was last. He’d positioned a cup in front of him and pointed his dickhead at the glass. “FUUUCK!” he roared, the white jism flying in ropes to spatter onto the floor, a couple good spurts landing into the container. It bubbled and seethed in there, so creamy, so virile, that I came just seeing it.

  “Aieee!” I shrieked as my cunny and ass clenched and spasmed, seizing on the dildo in my butt, clamping down as electricity ran through my form. “Aiee!” I screamed, my entire body stiff with excitement, the energy pulsing through me in waves, running to the tips of my fingers, my toes, until I collapsed, my boobs heaving, my stomach settling, panting, exhausted, covered in a light sheen of sweat.