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"Darling, you must calm down"
Queenie's voice is soft as Kinger paces the throne room, her hands are perched in her lap politely, her beautiful features are trying their best to stay comforting, but he can see the concern in the furrow of her brow.
The hall echos with each of his steps, his heavy boots clacking against the wood floor over and over and he chooses to focus on that rather then the panic building in his chest.
"He is never late dear" He stresses, running a hand through his blond hair, tugging at the tie that keeps the longer strands out of his face. He almost knocks the crown clean of his head and he quickly fixes it back into place "Never. Especially to something like this"
Queenie hums, frowning, her own long black hair had gold chains braided artistically through it, her black painted lips pressed together "I am worried too, but I am sure he'll turn up" Her green eyes move up, looking around the room "besides, people are beginning to stare"
Kinger knows this, he can feel the gazes of his kingdom on his back as he paces but he discards it. They are not his priority right now.
Where is he?-
The large doors at the end of the hall open slowly and creak with the strain on the hinges.
Kingers head snaps up and he sees Queenie stand from her throne out of the corner of his eye.
Four knights come in, uninjured and between them they carry a hooded figure that looks worse for wear, his face cut, his clothes in disarray. Each knight is dressed in plain steel plating, each step echoing throughout the room.
Behind the knights another figure comes in, their steps light and practiced and Kinger feels his heart lurch into his throat.
Caine always wears the traditional armour assigned to the knight in charge of directly protecting the King And Queen. Instead of silver his armour is black, a shawl is normally wrapped around his left shoulder, red with their royal crest stitched into the fabric.
It is a way for everyone to know his status in the castle- but it also puts a target on his back.
In the past and in other castles, the royal guard had been taken by an enemy kingdom, tortured for information, and then killed. Caine had never been targeted before. Never.
After he had taken this job twenty-five years ago, there hadn't been a single threat to the King, Queen, or the Knights life.
So why? Why does Caine look like he's been to war?
Kinger feels frozen as the hooded figure is thrown at his feet, the four knights step to the side and kneel while Caine continues to make his way up the aisle.
The top half of his armour is gone, as well as his helmet, showing his ripped under shirt and messy, red and white hair. The little armour he does have is dented, damaged beyond belief and his sword is missing completely from his person.
His face is bruised and bloodied, dark bruises underneath his eyes. There's a sizable cut on the left side of his rib cage and blood runs as he walks, dripping to the carpet.
"What happened?" Queenie demands, voice echoing throughout the room as Kinger just continues to stare.
Caine has finally caught up now, and he bows his head, though Kinger can see how the movement must jostle an injury judging by the minuscule wince on his face. "Your Majesty" He starts, voice rough. "I apologize for my lateness. On the way to this event I was attacked by this man-" He gestures to the hooded figure and Kinger can see that his knuckles are busted open like he had been in a fist fight "I defended myself, however four others-"
"Four?" Kinger interrupts. "Caine did- so including this one, five people attacked you?"
Caine nods once, eyes still lowered in what Kinger thinks is respect "Yes"
There are murmers in the room, some of the towns folk looking at each other and then back at the royal knight in awe and fear. "And what of these four other men? I don't see them with you" Kinger knows the answer before Caine even says it, but it still gives him a feeling of sick satisfaction when Caine confirms it.
"I killed them, Sire" He says, eyes moving up to meet Kingers. "I spared this one so that we could understand what their motive was."
Kinger keeps eye contact, feeling heat burn in his lower stomach. "Very good, Caine" He says, voice full of approval and appreciation.
He watches as Caines eyes skirt away and he knows it's only because of the others in the room that the mans face doesn't visibly go red "...Thank you, Sire"
A hand is placed on the kings shoulder "I believe we will be cancelling this event" She says, voice soft but firm. "Everyone is free to return to their homes, we shall reconvene next week" She looks down to the four other knights. "Take him to the cellar, we will deal with him later"
They all nod and grab him, pulling him up and away- everyone in the room begins to pour out the large doors that Caine had come from, all while the royal knight stays right in front of them.
Kinger takes a few steps down the stairs, eyes scanning Caines damaged body. "Are you alright?"
Caine nods once, but the wince in his expression can't be fully hidden. "Merely flesh wounds, I assure you"
"I apologize for causing such a ruckus" He says, looking genuinely guilty. "But I thought it was best to inform you of the situation immediately" Kinger can only nod slowly, feeling his heart thud against his rib cage. He watches as Caine raises his bare hand to wipe the blood thats began to run down his forehead and into his eye.
He blinks it away, hand dropping to his side as he grunts, before be seems to fight anymore sounds back, obviously trying to downplay his pain.
Queenie comes to a stop right next to Kinger, her brow furrowed in concern. "Caine, you look very hurt"
Caine smiles at her, politely. "Thank you for your concern, your Majesty, but I once again assu-"
"Come" Queenies suddenly says, holding out her hand, her dark skin reflects in the dull candle light of the room. "I want to treat that wound in your side, I can't see how bad it is because of the blood"
Caine stares at the hand, his gaze unsure and weary "...Your Ma-"
"I believe that was an order" Kinger suddenly says, having to hold back a grin when Caines shoulders tense. "You're not going to disobey a direct order now, are you?" He makes sure that there's just enough of a tease in his voice so that Caine doesn't think he'll be in trouble if he does refuse.
It's a familiar tone that Kinger knows Caine is used to hearing, the two royals had never been any good with holding back on their teasing of their guard.
There had been many times in the past, when the King and Queen would be in a very serious meeting, and at least one of them would be saying things in a whisper to Caine.
He would always stand between their two seats, bending down at the waist if one of them gestures for him, and of course they both take full advantage of this. Kinger would make snarky comments about the other members in the meetings, ones that made Caine stiffen and cough into his helmet to hide his laughs.
While Queenie, in typical fashion, would whisper almost dirty things to Caine. Sometimes it would be soft, telling him that he was doing a good job, that he was brave. Other times, she whisper about how handsome he looked, even though his face was covered about 90% of the time, she had even once gone as far as to mention how 'grabable his ass was'
Each time, Caine would quickly straighten up, his hands clenched together behind his back and Kinger could only imagine how red his face would below that visor.
But. Despite the embarrassment that would radiate from the smaller man, he would keep leaning down whenever Queenie or Kinger would suggest it.
Caine visibly swallows, before he reaches out to take Queenies hand.
Kinger knows that it doesn't escape his wifes or his notice that Caine had took her hand with the one that was still covered by chain mail.
Queenie walks and Caine follows, his tiredness more obvious in every step now that it's just the three of them. His shoulders drop and so does his head slightly, like he is struggling to keep it straight.
Kinger follows without having to be told and he catches his wife's eyes over Caines head, seeing a very familiar and telling look in her green gaze.
Oh so there doing this now?
Alright then.
They, Kinger and Queenie, had discussed this....thing, a few months ago. It had been an awkward talk really, one that Kinger had been sure would end differently then it did.
It had been building for years, truth been told, both of them had later confessed that they just didn't know how to approach the subject, especially one such as this. Eventually though, it had been talked about, and of course it had been Kinger to break first.
Caine had been training and introducing the new recruiters to the royals when one of the younger recruits had sent a rogue arrow right towards Kinger. It had obviously been an accident and chances are the arrow would have grazed his arm or something.
However, Caine had stopped it.
He had jumped up, snatched his hand out, and had grabbed the arrow out of midair as it went flying from the bow, without even flinching. The force of his grip snapped the projectile in half like it was a thin twig, and he had thrown the two pieces up the floor before scalding the young man.
Everyone had been in awe of his quick reflexes and even Queenie had clapped and thanked him for protecting her husband.
Kinger had been completely frozen, not from awe or amazement (okay many a little) but from arousal. Thankfully, he had been wearing his long overcoat so he had used that to cover his less then appropriate reaction to the display of power and strength.
Queenie of course, had noticed his red face and had refused to let him sleep until he confessed.
They had both been amazed and relieved to find out that they both wanted Caine. In every sence of the word. Emotionally, romantically.
Sexually.
But they both agreed to wait.
Until now, by the looks of it.
Kinger feels excitement settle in his lower stomach as he follows after the other figures, out the door behind the thrones, and down the hall towards his and his wifes room.
As they go, Caine gets progressively more and more tense and Kinger can see it in how his shoulders and back begin to constrict.
"I appreciate the- the suggestion" He says, speaking quickly and almost desperately "but I can take care of myself, your Majesty-"
"Caine?" Queenies ask, looking over her shoulder, her eyes dark and a teasing smile on her lips. "Be a good boy, and shush"
The clack of Caine's jaw closing is audible, and his hitched breathing even more so.
Kinger moves on ahead to get their bedroom door open and holds it open for Queenie and Caine to go into and he's able to catch a look at the small mans face.
His face is red, bright red to the point it's almost glowing, his eyes are wide and his lips pressed tight together like he's afraid.
"Your Majesty!"
Kinger turns to see Ragatha, one of the maids, running towards him. Her apron crinkled and her hair frizzy from what he guesses is stress "is it true?" She asks as she gets close to him. "Someone tried to assassinate Caine?"
Kinger smiles at her, seeing the concern shining in her one eye. "Yes, but they failed" He replies, the pride shining in his voice. "He's okay, Queenie and I are going to look after him"
Ragatha smiles, her hands pressed over her heart. "Oh thank god" She says, the tension leaving her shoulders. "I was afraid that- well I suppose he'll will be just fine with you and the queen tending to him!"
Kinger has to swallow the laugh that threatens to tear itself from his throat, and only nods.
"Yes" He says as he opens his bedroom door to enter.
"We'll both take very good care of him"
!!!
When he gets into the room, it's to Queenie sat on the foot of their bed and Caine on the other side of the room, arms crossed over his chest and looking nervous.
Kinger hums, looking to the queen with a raised brow. "Did something happen?"
Queenie laughs softly, before she gestures to the medical supplies that Kinger can now see are next to her hip. "I wanted to take care of him" She whispered, eyes trailing over to the knight. "I think I may have spooked him"
"I'm-" Caine winces for speaking out of turn, but continues anyway. "I am not a dog, I don't- spook"
Kinger raises a brow at that. "Then why are you over there?"
Caine looks away. "....Felt like it"
Queenie gives an undignified snort of laughter, shaking her head before she stands to her feet. With an elegant movement, She takes off her tiara and placing it on the pillow on the dresser, looking completely at ease. She continues to smile even as her hands goes to the back of the dress she's wearing and she begins to undo the laces.
It's quite casual compared to some of the others shes worn in the past, all silk, red fabric with blue and purple accents running along her hips and down. The fabric hugs her figure, her curves standing out beautifully and Kinger can't help but stare- "Darling? Could you?"
Kinger snaps out of his thoughts and moves over to her, taking over to undo the laces and allow the dress the sag around her shoulders "Better?" He whispers into her ear, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck.
She shudders, grinning. "Much better" Her eyes lock onto Caine that's watching them with wide eyes. "Come here Caine"
It's a demand now.
Caine never disobeys.
Sure enough, the man takes small steps towards Queenie who's now stepping out of the dress, left only in her corset and bloomers. The top of the corset pushes her breasts up slightly and Kinger watches as Caines eyes instinctively go to them, before the man's eyes are snapped away.
Queenie moves towards Caine and away from Kinger, so he takes the time to get out of his own clothes. He treats his own crown with little respect as he places it next to his wife's, before turning back as he strips down to his own underwear watching Caine shake.
"I'm going to help you" Queenie says, eyes scanning Caines bloodied form. "I'm going to heal you up as best as I can" Kinger watches as one of her hands move up, slowly, cautiously, until her hand presses to Caines left collar bone, her thumb brushing over his adams apple. "And then we'll go from there, yes?"
Caine visibly trembles, his hands curled into fists as his sides. "...is that an order?" His voice is weak, croaky.
Kinger moves closer "No" He speaks, catches Caines mismatched eyes and holding them. "That's not an order" His eyes flick to the door and then back to the smaller man. "If you don't want this, you are free to leave"
"I'll still patch you up" Queenie says, smiling. "But that's all this has to be"
Caines brow furrow. "I shouldn't" He says, looking away. "This is- it's inappropriate and improper-"
"Do you want this?" Kinger asks because that's all that matters. Not what's proper, or what's allowed.
Caines eyes close. "I- sire-"
"Do you?" Queenie jumps in, her other hand moving up and coming to rest on Caines side, the one not still bleeding. "Want this? Want us?"
Caine looks pained now, the tips of his ears red, his body looking moments away from collapsing. "I ..." He trailed off, his chest stuttering.
"I do" He croaks, head falling forward like he had confessed a sin. "I do"
Queenie steps closer, her chest presses to Caine and the smaller man lets out a weak groan. "Sit down" She says then, voice leaving no room for argument. "So I can take care of you"
Caine nods, eyes squeezed shut as he moves to twist around both of them and perches himself on the foot of the bed, hands fisting in the sheet in either side of him.
Queenie follows him, her hand touching Kingers shoulder and grabbing his attention. "Get behind him" She says, eyes shadowed and a cruel smile on her dark lips. "Keep him still for me"
Kinger rushes to listen, his body warming up as he climbs behind Caine. His legs open and move to encompass Caines own, caging him in. He presses his chest to the smaller mans back, feeling him shudder.
He takes Caines still gloved hand and taps the steel that covers it. "Can I?"
He can't see Caines face from here, but he sees the back of his neck burn as he nods.
Kinger carefully pulls the hand free, his scarred skin now on display. After he discarded that to the floor, his hands move to the man's torn tshirt. "This?"
"Sire-" He chokes, head falling to his own chest. "You-"
It's not a denial, so Kinger tucks his fingers beneath the shirt and pulls it up and up, over the mans head.
His tanned skin is scarred, bruised, bloodied.
He's beautiful.
Kinger can't stop himself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the top of the mans spine, tongue flicking over burning skin and teeth nipping.
Caine curls in on himself, hands moving to grab Kingers knees on either side of him, before he seems to catch himself and his hands fall back to the sheets.
Kinger hears armour being removed and he realizes that Queenie must be taking it off and he props his chin on Caines shoulder, watching the show.
Queenie kneels at Caines feet, fingers tugging at buckles and straps while she stares up the small man. All while smiling.
Each piece removed is pushed aside and away up the floor, forgotten about by everyone in the room now that Caine is almost naked. At each patch of revealed skin Queenie will hum and press a light, barely there kiss. On his calf, on his knee, on his thigh, before she moves over to his other leg to give that the same treatment.
Caine stays frozen, eyes flicking away to the ceiling, back to Queenie, then back over and over, like he doesn't know where to look.
His legs are left covered in lip marks, faint black stains that stand out on his tanned skin- making him look claimed. Owned.
Judging by the way Queenie squeezes her thighs together as she sits back slightly and bites her lip, she likes the sight just as much as Kinger does.
Her hands, now unblocked by armour, move up soft looking thighs and to the man's hips, her eyes taking in the wound. One hand moves to the medical supplies still on the bed and she picks up some cloth and healing ointment.
"This might sting" She says, eyes catching Caines. "But I'm sure Kinger can distract you" She giggles, the sound angelic.
Kinger feels his own face flush and to hide it he turns it into Caine's neck, beginning to kiss at the skin while his arms wrap around the man's waist and chest, being careful to not disturb his wife while she works.
His hand moves to Caines right pec, his fingers brushing over his perked nipple and he grins when a harsh shudder rattles against his chest. He circles the little nub, feeling it harden underneath his touch, "Cute" He murmers.
Caine gasps, either from Kingers touch or the touch of his wound being treated, Kingers not sure.
His eyes trail down to Cain crotch, seeing the bulge in the fabric and he grins wider.
Seems like Caine isn't sure which touch he likes either.
"It's shallow" Queenie says, her eyes on the wound. "Its bleeding alot because it's on a part of the body that moves a lot, but it's not to serious" She looks up to meet Kingers eyes. "I'll wrap a bandage around it and he will be fine" She quickly does just that, the off white bandage being wrapped around Caine ribs.
Caine watches all of this silently, his face red.
Kinger catches Queenies eyes again and he watches his wife stand on her feet, looking down at Caine. Hes pinned between both of them now and he seems to know this too, if his ragged breathing is any indication.
The queen suddenly moves to cup the knights face and tilts it up, her thumbs rubbing over his cheek bones. "Wait-" Caine gets out, his body going rigid. "You- I'll dirty your hands" He says, trying to pull his face away but the woman only follows, shushing him.
"Dirty me, I do not care" Queenie whispers, as she begins to wipe away the blood on his skin "Me nor my husband care about the dirt, we only care about you and your comfort"
Caine shakes his head, eyes shining in the light "I mean- I meant-"
Kinger raises his own hand up to press against Caine's chest, right over his heart. "We know what you meant" He says, leaning close to the mans ear. "And we don't care"
Caine has killed before, dozens, possibly hundreds.
Before he was a knight he was a warrior that was sold to the kingdom, to the King and Queen, as a gesture of 'good will'
Kinger and Queenie had been horrified at seeing him, chained, damaged, scared. They had cut all ties to the kingdom that wanted their favour but had refused to give their 'warrior' back.
It has taken years of friendship for Caine to trust them, and even longer for him to fully believe them when they said they wanted him here, that they cared about him.
The royal guard position has been offered to him as a way to keep him close, to keep him busy so he wouldn't dwell on his past.
Neither of them know exactly what Caine had done before he came to move with them.
But they know he doesn't sleep well at night because of it.
They both know that he jumps at the sound of shouting, even if his panic is only noticed by the two royals.
They know that he once threatened a man that had slapped own son, only being stopped from killing him by Kinger dragging him away.
They know that the scars that decorate his body are not all from wars, though most of them are, and that he hates most of the other kingdoms around their own.
They know that he was called the Jaws Of Death for a good reason
All of it accumulates to bad self worth, terrible self esteem really and a horrable habit of Caine not understanding just how much he was wanted, not just needed.
He sees himself as dirty.
Kinger and Queenie see him as ethereal.
He was brave, smart, funny- he was the best thing to happen to them both.
It was unfortunate that he couldn't see that himself.
Hes brought from his thoughts by Caine suddenly jolting in his lap and he forces his eyes to focus. The man's back is pressed to his chest now, his mouth open and eyes wide as he stares up at the woman smirking down at him.
"Oh?" He asks out loud, his eyes going down Caines body.
Ah.
Queenies hand is cupping Caines erection through his undergarments.
Kinger feels his own privates throb in sympathy because he knows exactly what Queenie is doing now. Her fingers are definitely pressing against Caines balls, fingertips and trimmed nails digging into skin in the softest way.
Every now and again her fingers will move to Caines tip and roll over the head, the pre come that soaked through the fabric transferring to her fingers, and then she'll-
Sure enough, Kinger watches as Queenie lifts her wet fingers to her mouth and licks them clean, all while Caine continues to shake.
"Oh..." Caine murmers, eyes hazy. "Oh, gods...."
Kinger grins at that, kissing the man's cheek and feeling his light facial hair tickle his lips."What's next dear?" He asks.
Queenie hums, pulling away slightly. "Well..." Her eyes go up and down Caine's body, her gaze burning and dangerous. "I want him to fuck me" She settles on. "And I want you to fuck him, but first-" Her fingers slip into Caines hair and she tilts his head back, looking down at his flustered, gasping face "I want to see how good you are with that mouth"
Caines eyes flutter shut, his throat bobbing as he swallows. Sweat runs down his temple. "Please" He strains, eyes opening, gaze blurry. "Yes- please- "
Queenie tilts her head and when she speaks her voice is full of heat and silky smooth "Can I sit on your face, pretty boy?"
Both men moan at that and Kinger has to roll his hips against the small of Caine's back to get some sort of friction while Caine nods as best he can with the hand still gripping his hair. "Yes" He croaks again, eyes wide. "Please- your Majesty-"
Queenie lets go and steps back, hands on her hips. "Get on the bed. Darling, I want you next to him" She smirks. "So you can watch"
Both men listen to the order, basically scrambling up the bed while the woman laughs behind them. Caine presses back against the sheets, head on a pillow and legs spread as he stares at the ceiling, looking close to combusting.
Kinger sits next to him, no longer touching him despite the way he longs to reach out. Queenie takes her time, wondering over to the side of the bed and humming a soft tune as she slips her fingers into the tops of her bloomers, begining to pull them down. "Look at me pretty boy"
Caines eyes squeeze shut, but then his head turns towards her. "Yes, your Majesty"
Queenie shudders at the reverence in his tone and Kinger does the same. "Good boy" He can't help but murmur, his eyes wracking over the mans and the womans figures.
Cains shakes and shakes as Queenie exposes herself to them both, her slick, dark skin revealing itself. Kinger shudders and Caine moans at the sight of swollen folds, the hair there is as dark as the hair on her head, a bush of curls that do nothing to hide the woman's clit that's peeking out of its hood.
"Oh, my love" Kinger can't help but groan. "You are gorgeous" He leans down to Caine, getting close to his ear. "Isn't she gorgeous Caine?"
When Queenie had first been Introduced to the Kingdom, there had been some truly horrible things said about her body. She was bigger- a healthy covering of flesh on her bones that was lovely for Kinger to wrap himself around. Though it was still uncommon for Queens to be any other then petite, small and quiet.
She was the opposite of that entirely, and that is what made Kinger fall in love with her. She had effectively told the older generation to leave their opinions off her body, and the self confidence always made Kinger a little hot in his coat.
Caine nods in response to Kingers question, looking starstruck at the sight of Queenies almost naked body, while his chest heaves and his hands wrap tight in the sheets. "Yes- yes so gorgeous so- oh please, please-" He whispers, looking close to tears as his eyes focus on the queens cunt. "Please, s-sit on my face, I beg you, please-"
Queenie, apparently done with waiting, instead moves to kneel on the bed. She throws her leg over Caines body, straddling the smaller man before she shifts up and up-
She lets out a heavy breath when her pussy is level with Caines face, the knight beneath her staring directly at her core.
Kinger can't stop himself from reaching out, his hand moving to cup her and two finger move in a 'V' to spread her lips. Queenie moans and grips his arm, but at the lack of scalding he shifts to kneel next to them and press his other hand to her back. "Sit dear" He says into his wife ear, while his eyes stay locked with Caines. "He wants it. Wants you" He rubs his fingers against the heat under them, teeth digging into his lip when slick soaks his fingers. "And you want him to"
"Please" Caine says again, voice broken.
Queenie closes her eyes, face flushing as she finally lowers her hips.
Kinger moves away at that, giving both of them room, and instead pulls his cock out of his underwear because it's painful how turned on he is right now. He watches as Caines arms snap up to wrap around thick thighs and he basically drags the woman down to his mouth, his eyes rolling back and a gasp escaping him as Queenie finally sits on his face.
There are slick sounds, moans, groans, panting.
"Oh-oh fuck, darling he-" Queenies back arches as her hands go between her legs to grab at his red and white hair. "He's so good, oh! Oh! He's so good!-"
"Yeah?" Kinger groans, sitting back against the head bored and watching Queenie roll her hips, circle them, and even grind down on the mans face. "He's that good?"
She throws her head back in response, her eyes fluttering against her cheeks as she grinds her hips. She laughs deliriously, mind obviously swimming in pleasure "Fuck!"
Kinger feels his face flush as he begins to follow her movements with his hand on his cock, his chest beginning to heave. His swipes his thumb over his head to collect the pre there before he uses that to make the glide easier, his teeth clenching as the pleasure leaks down his legs.
His other hand it still covered in Queenies fluids so he raises his hand to his mouth to lick them up, moaning loudly when her sweetness settles on his tongue and he can't help but be a little envious of Caine right now.
Caines hands are digging into the queens thighs, his knees raise and his hips jolt up against nothing as he humps the air. Kinger can hear muffled moans from the man currently being suffocated and he would be concerned for the smaller male, but he looks quite comfortable with where he is.
Kingers eyes move down to the bulge in the mans underwear and he bites his lip, the urge to reach out and tend to the man is a physical ache, but he also wants to focus on the two beautiful beings before him.
Queenies eyes crack open, her emerald green iriss shining brightly from pleasure. "I'm close-" She says, sweat running down her bared neck as she continues to roll and twist her hips. "I'm so- oh Caine baby I'm so close-" Her face crumples in euphoria and Kinger can see, and hear, Caines enthusiasm double.
Queenie twitches, her body shaking as one of her hands move to grabs one of Caines wrapped around her. "Close, close close-"She chants, over and over as her still covered chest heaves. "Oh! Oh! Yes!" She suddenly shouts and Kinger peeks over her leg to see that Caine had moves his other hand to her cunt and was now rolling her clit between his fingers expertly, like hes done all of this before.
Finally her back arches, her head snaps back and a loud shout escapes her as she jolts and twitches over and over and over.
There's a choking sound, like someone was truly suffocating, and Kinger thinks that she might actually be putting her entire weight on Caine, but when Queenie tries to lift her hips to let him breathe, the arms wrapped around her thighs pull her right back down to help her ride out her high.
Kinger watches this with a harsh grip around the base of his cock, trying to starve of the finish he can feel right at the edges of his vision.
His wife finally sighs and she slides down from Caines face, instead sitting on the mans stomach as her hands go to his face. "Caine? Baby? Are you okay?"
Caine nods, looking dazed, slick drips down his chin, staining his beard and moustache. His whole face is almost glowing, his hair a mess on the top of his head.
"Yeah .." He wheezes, a dopey smile on his face. "Very- so good"
Queenie laughs at that, leaning close to place a kiss on his cheek. When she pulls back, there's a mark left behind on Caine skin from her lip paint, a faint Black mark that stands out on his tanned skin.
Caine shudders at that, eyes closing and brow furrowing. "Your Majesty-"
"Whatever you're about to say" Queenie says, her tone soft. " Unless its about how much you want to continue, i don't want to hear it" She murmers.
Caine looks away to Kinger and his eyes flick down to the hand he still had wrapped his dick. His mismatches eyes widen and he looks away, but he can only see Queenie looking at him.
"Caine" Kinger starts, crawling closer carefully, he doesn't want to truly scare the man, but it hurts to see him so conflicted about something like this. "Do you want this?"
This intimacy. This connection. This.
Caine looks back at him, face flushed and still slick, lips swollen from abuse. "Yes" He whines, head falling back against the pillow. "Gods, yes please I- for years I-"
He swallows roughly, hie eyes shiny as he looks between the two royals, something conflicted in his mismatched gaze. "Can I?" He asks, pleads. "I- am I allowed to have this?"
Queenie surges forwards and captures his lips, swallowing his whine. Kinger sees her bite at his bottom lip, then her tongue run over the mark, before she claims his mouth again.
"Yes" Kinger says for the both of them, seeing Caine struggle to keep up with Queenies aggressive kiss. "You can have us"
Kinger takes that opportunity to tug off his underwear and reach for the side table, digging through the draws until he finds the oil that he and Queenie use.
He rolls back over to see Caine now sat up with Queenie holding his shoulders while sat in his lap, her hips rolling against his crotch.
"I need to prep him dear." Kinger laughs. "And I can't do that with you in his lap like that"
With a huff Queenie pulls away and glares at Kinger, but the look is full of amusement. "You just want to hog him all to yourself" She says, running her hands through red hair while the man presses unsure kisses to her neck. "Not that I blame you" She whispers, voice dropping while her nails dig into Caines back, making him gasp. "He's such a good boy"
Caine trembles against her, his hips twitching under her weight. "Please" He says again, tone choked with desperation.
Kinger hums. "Well my wife needs to give me room, and you Caine, need to get on your stomach for me"
Queenie rolls her eyes and kisses Caine again, a sloppy thing that makes Kinger burn, before she pulls away. She slides off to the open side of the bed, grinning. "Well?"
Kinger reaches out and grabs Caine by the back of the neck, keeping him still as he leans close to groan into his ear "Stomach. Now"
Caine rushes to follow, arms shaking as he lays down on the bed once more, face buried in the pillow and hips raised. Kinger hums in satisfaction at the sight of his arched back and he runs his hand down the small mans spine, nails leaving thin red lines as he goes. "Beautiful" He murmers as he shifts on his knees, pressing up against Caines ass.
He can't help but snap his hips against Caine's once, twice, just to make the man whine-and to get some friction on his cock- before he pulls the man's underwear down and throws them off the edge of the bed.
He moans at the sight of a lovely, tanned ass and he feels saliva fill his mouth at the idea of taking a bite of it. Nothing damaging of course, but enough to leave a mark on him. He squeezes Caines backside in both of his hands and uses his grip to spread him open, biting his lip when the mans hole is revealed to him.
"Oh god" Caine whimpers into the pillow, shoulders hunched up to his ears. "Oh god, oh god-"
Kinger shushes him, letting go of the flesh to instead grab the oil again and begins to pour it over his hands. After he spreads it and warms it up in his grip, he tosses the oil towards the foot of the bed, uncaring if it rolls off the sheets.
He can't wait much longer, he realizes as he places a finger against the tight entrance before him, but he has to make sure Caine is comfortable and happy before anything.
With that, he pushes away his arousal and presses his finger in slowly.
Caine moans, his back arching and his legs spreading wider as his hips twitch back against the single finger inside of him. "Ah, oh- oh!-" It's muffled, barely audible, but it makes Kinger burn all the same.
The king presses his finger in deeper, curling it as he goes just to make Caine shout and whine, before he pulls out and thrust in again with two.
Caine hits at the bed, his back rolling and chest heaving as sounds are seemingly ripped from him as Kinger works to prep him. The taller man only presses in deeper, now three fingers deep and feeling along his walls and-
Ah. There we go.
Caine shouts, a cracked moan of "My King!" Escaping him as that spot inside him is pressed against and Kinger makes a point of continuously hitting it until the other mans whines gain a teary note to them.
He pulls his fingers out and grabs the mans hips, rolling his own forward until his cock is pressed in-between the man's cheeks, and he looks over to his wife.
She's completely naked now, her bare breasts and peaked nipples all on display as she buries three fingers inside of her own cunt, slick dripping out of her. She grins at him when their eyes meet. "Is he ready for you?" She asks and Kinger can only laugh.
"I think the real question-" he teases as his wife comes over to him, kissing his cheek softly and making his smile soften. "Is he ready for you?"
Queenie giggles and moves away, up towards the headboard. "On your lap" She says, looking at Kinger expectantly. "Please?"
Kinger moans at the hidden command in her voice and grabs Caine by the upper arms. The man might have more muscles then Kinger himself does, but the King has the hight advantage, so the knight is easily moved.
They end up in a similar position to the beginning of all of this, with Caine now sat directly on his lap, legs spread open, and shaking. The only difference being Queenie now kneeling over Caines throbbing cock.
The woman stares down at both of the men, a pretty smile on her lips. "Ready boys?"
Kinger nods, carefully lifting Caines backside to press himself against the mans hole, while Caine whines "yes- please my queen"
Queenies eyes darken, and she grabs a fistful of Caines hair, making the man yelp. "Say my name" She chides, as she lowers her hips. "Say my name while I fuck you-"
She snaps her hips down, her weight shoving Caine down at the same time and Kinger shouts as his cock is swallowed by tight, wet heat.
Caine's head snaps back, his eyes shoot open and his breath leaves him. "Ah..-"
Then a ragged inhale of breath-
"FfffffffFuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Caine shouts, his legs trying to close from the shock. One of his hands splay against Queenies hip and grips for dear life, while the other shoots up to grabs Kingers hair. "Oh- gods I - oh for the love of- gods, gods- please-" He whimpers and Kinger can only stare at tears begin to leak down his cheeks. "Please, oh please- fuck me- fuck me please Queenie-"
The woman in question gasps and her face flushes at the sound of her name on Caines lips.
"Kinger please, I need it" Caine sobs, hands scrambling over skin, body shaking, toes curling. "I need you both- please I need-"
Kinger grabs Caines by the chin, turning his head enough to smash their lips together.
It's not a soft first kiss.
It's aggressive, it's mean, almost angry.
Years of pent up tension. Of hidden looks, whispered words.
Kinger pours them all into the mouth against his, hoping that Caine can hear every word.
Teeth dig into skin, tongues slide against each other, lips are forced open. Caine shakes and shakes as Kinger fucks his mouth, saliva escape down their chins. It's filthy, borderline gross.
But fuck, is it good.
Caine's head snaps away from the kiss, a scream rolling from his throat. "Fuck!" And Kinger watches as Queenie begins to ride him with aggressive movements. His cock, wet with slick and Queenies cum makes obscene sounds as Queenie uses him like a toy.
Kinger grabs Caines small hips, waiting until Queenie lifts up, before he shoves Caine up, and when Queenies comes back down, it makes Caine swallow his cock.
They get a rhythm going after that, all of them moving like it's a practiced act. Each movement makes Caine whine or shout or beg-
Each slap of skin on skin makes Caine sob.
Each kiss against his skin makes his eyes roll back.
Each bite to his neck and chest makes him whimper.
Caines shaking something awful now, his mouth open while drool drips down his chin.
He looks-
"You look-" Queenies starts, hands on her own breasts as she begins to roll her nipples between her fingers. "You look fucked up pretty boy"
Kinger laughs even as his eyes threaten to roll back from pleasure. "Yes he does" He groans, brow furrowing in concentration. "Like a common whore"
Caine shakes his head, eyes rolling back and closed. "No" He whines, hands tight on the two royals pressed on either side of him "no I- I'm not-"
Queenie laughs meanly and leans closer, grabbing Caines face harshly. "Maybe we should keep you here all the time" She says, her voice full of softness. "Tie you to the bed and just use you whenever we want" She leans into his ear, eyes meeting Kingers and making the king burn even though her tone is directed at Caine. "We could fuck you where we want. Whenever we want. And you would be nothing more than a toy for us"
"Ours" Kinger agrees, "Just our little toy to use and fuck when we want"
Caine is sobbing in earnest now, his face twisted up in pleasure. "Yes" He cries, "Yes. An-anythi-ng"
Queenie sighs almost dreamily, before she leans back, taking the smaller mans face in-between her hands, thumbs brushing over his cheek bones. "Too bad" She murmers, voice dropping to something like worshipful. "We love you too much to not have you be with us all day"
Caines eyes snap open. "Wh-"
Kinger kisses his shoulder, his chest swelling with affection. "True, it would be a shame to not have you by my side during meetings"
"Summits" Queenie joins in.
"Parties"
"Festivals"
"All the time" Kinger hisses, "wherever we go, you follow, always"
Queenie kisses Caine's slack mouth, though she looks unbothered by the lack of reciprocation "We love you Caine" She says again, even as her movements begin to stutter. "So- fuck, we love you so much-" her back goes rigid, her eyes rolling back as she cums, a loud shout escaping her.
Caines eyes widen and his hands scramble at Queenies hips, like he's trying to dislodge her even as he continues to fuck up into her. "I'm- I'm close I'm- need to pull-"
Kinger grabs his face, laughing at the panic on his features "It's okay, cum inside of her" He kisses sweetly at a damp cheek. "Make her drip with it"
Caine basically shrieks his own pleasure, his back arching away from Kingers chest. "Fuck!"
It's surreal to hear him swear so much, considering he doesn't normally do so, always focused on being polite and proper and approachable. It's nice to know that he feels comfortable and safe enough to let himself go like this.
That's the last coherent though he has before his own orgasm wrecks through his body. He feels his cock throb inside of Caine, cum filling him up.
They all take heaving, gasping breaths, their bodies shaking.
Queenie kisses Caines slack mouth gently, lips closed, before she slides off of him. Kinger watches through a hazy gaze a Caines cum drips out of his wife's cunt and the left over arousal in his stomach makes a valiant effort to return, before Kinger forces it away, too exhausted to even think about continuing.
Queenie lays down on the bed, opening her arms. "Come here pretty boy" Kinger slips his flaccid cock out of the smaller mans body, to allow him to move, only to frown when Caine sits down and pulls his knees up to his chest.
Caine trembles and his hands come up to cover his face and Queenies own face falls slightly at the sight of him looking so distressed.
Kinger shifts back to Caine's side, seeing the mans shoulder jolt with each sob. "Caine?" He places a hand on the back of Caines neck, pulling him closer. "Caine what's wrong? Does something hurt?"
Caine shakes his head, but stays silent.
Kinger looks to Queenie, heart racing in his chest as Caine continues to cry. "I don't...." He looks back at the smaller man, feeling stuck. "Caine, what's happening?"
Small hands fall away from his face then, his eyes bloodshot, his face flushes. "I-" His eyes flick towards Queenie, then back to Kinger. "Are you- you sure?" He looks terrified.
Kinger frowns, feeling confused because why? Why does he look so fearful?
"Are you sure you love me?" Caine ask, his voice shaking, his hands trembling.
Kinger feels his own eyes fill with tears and he takes one of Caines hands. "Of course we do" He whispers as he twists Caine in his grip, pushing him towards Queenie.
Queenie takes him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him to her chest as Caine continues to cry. "How could we not love you?" Queenie whispers, her voice full of sadness, her green eyes tearful. "You're amazing, Caine"
Kinger moves to lay next to them both, helping them shift about until he and Queenie have Caine squeezed between them.
"We love you" Kinger says against the top of his head, arms wrapping around a bandage rib cage. "So, so much, my dear"
Caine shakes against him, his face burying itself against Queenies chest, his own arms wrap around her waist. Queenie runs her fingers through his mismatched hair. "We adore you" She whispers, catching Kingers eyes. "We'll always want you with us"
Caine wipes at his eyes, his body still shaking but at least he looked calmer now. "Me too" He whispers.
"I want to stay with both of you too"
Kinger and Queenie smile at each other, each pressing against Caine with enough strength to make him squeak. Queenie giggles at the sound while Caine flushes and tries to hide his face, only for it to burn bright when he realizes that Queenies breasts are pressed right against his chest.
Kinger watches them both, feeling the adoration in his chest grow and spread throughout his entire body.
He leans down one more time, kissing the side of Caine's neck, pouring every bit of love as he can into the touch.