That afternoon and the next day pass without us seeing much of the princess. I can’t tell if she’s avoiding us, or if she’s just busy with affairs of state. It’s a huge castle, after all, and the grounds make it even bigger.

It wouldn’t be surprising that we hadn’t run into her if we weren’t both looking for her.

That night — thirty-six hours after we went swimming — I can’t sleep. Bruno texts me that he can’t sleep, either, and I’ve got a feeling it’s for the same reason: Princes Katarina and her sudden avoidance of us.

I pull on casual clothes and meet Bruno in one of the palace’s wide hallways, and we go downstairs, away from the guest quarters. It’s nearly two in the morning, and besides a few security guards here and there, no one else is around.

“Why can’t you sleep?” he finally says as the two of us wander through the grand dining room, the table already impeccably set for breakfast.

“I think it’s the same reason you can’t sleep,” I say.

He stops. I stop. We’re standing in front of a massive fireplace, and we just look at each other for a long, long time.

“The princess?” he finally says.

“Katarina,” I confirm.

Suddenly the air feels lighter and clearer, and we both exhale at once.

“It’s not the first time we’ve been interested in the same woman,” he murmurs. “And that’s always worked out well in the past.”

I stare into the empty fireplace, remembering. I’ve been with dozens and dozens of women, but the ones I shared with Bruno really do stand out in my memory.

There’s just something about completely overloading a woman’s senses until she can’t take any more. The way a woman simply submits to pleasure squared, putting us completely in control as she comes again and again.

I don’t have a particularly strong memory of any of the women we’ve fucked together — just of the sex itself. I think one was named Maria, but I’m not sure.

“There’s no way we could share Katarina,” I murmur.

Bruno just raises one eyebrow.

“She’d never consent to it,” I say. “Bruno, she’s a virgin. She’s never even had a boyfriend, pure and innocent as the mountain snow. She’s not going to be interested in both of us, at the same time.”

I can’t help but think about it, though. Katarina on my lap, legs locked around me as she rocks back and forth, the heat of her core pressed against my rock-hard erection, Bruno’s hands pinching both nipples from behind as she moans.

Katarina riding me, whimpering with pleasure, then slowing, eyes widening as Bruno towers over her from behind and I feel the tip of his cock stretch her asshole, pushing her pussy even tighter...

“Never say never, Dom,” Bruno says, shrugging. I swallow hard, dragging my brain out of my fantasies about Katarina. “I think the princess might only look innocent. You heard her yesterday, didn’t you?”

I clear my throat, and we start strolling again. I need to walk so I don’t think about it too much.

“I did,” I admit. “And I could smell her scent on her fingers afterwards.”

Bruno shoves his hands into his pockets. I push open another big heavy door, and we make our way down a hall.

I can’t help but think of yesterday, when she was in her dressing room outside the pool. We could both hear her panting for breath, whimpering and moaning, utterly unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of pleasure, so fucking beautiful I could barely control myself.

And then, at the very height of her sounds, she gasped both of our names, one after the other. Loud enough that there was no mistaking it.

I think Bruno might be right about our princess.

We go through another big, heavy door and then we’re in the library. We’re just wandering the palace, no real idea where we’re going, so we wander past books and tables, illuminated manuscripts under thick glass.

As we get closer to the end, the light begins to flicker. After a moment, I realize that there’s a fireplace, the fire lit, and I draw closer, frowning.

In front of the fireplace is a couch, and as we approach, the girl on the couch looks up at us, surprised.

It’s the princess, wearing a silk robe over a long, flowing silk nightgown.

“Dom, Bruno,” she says, sounding surprised. “Couldn’t sleep?”

I grin, shaking my head. Her lips part slightly, perfect and pink and full, and I’m already imagining them wrapped around my cock, her big eyes staring up at me.

Then I’m imagining my cock in her mouth as she’s on her hands and knees, Bruno behind her, fucking her until she moans into me.

Just like that, I’m rock-hard again.

“Nope, couldn’t sleep,” Bruno says, and walks around to the front of the couch, then sits next to Katarina. The bulge in his pants belies that he’s thinking the same thing I am.

I see the princess stare at it, then swallow. Yesterday I’d have been jealous, but now the thought of her with both of us just makes my dick even harder.

“Me either,” she says, putting her book down on the table. “Just... distracted, I guess. Why couldn’t you?”

I walk around the couch slowly, then stand there. Katarina’s eyes find the bulge in my pants, and I watch as her pupils dilate, her lips part, and she finally looks up at my face.

I grin.

“I think you know why, Princess,” I say. “You’re looking at two reasons right now. You could look closer if you wanted.”