Isadora
We are on the terrace of the drawing room and I can’t stop thinking of black lilies and gloriosas. I feel so much closer to Nathan and Vincent. And I wish this feeling of maybe having to choose between them would stop. It makes my stomach hurt, and I’m betrothed to them both. Still, I recall their vehemence toward each other at the betrothal ceremony. But don’t we have everything now? I should feel calmer, but I know that in truth wanting more than anything to be with them is making me restless.
“What…” I hear Nathan’s would-sentence stop dead when he sees what I’m wearing. Which isn’t much, mind you. Just a crown and my kitten heels. I mean why bother with anything else – I know where this is going to lead? And it feels so good to roam around naked. Clothes are so restricting. I should do this more often! And what it would be like to see Nathan walk around naked? That would be so adorable.
I just want the smell of them on me, that’s all I want to wear.
Nathan approaches me, pressing his hard body against my back and wrapping his strong, protective arms around me.
He starts kissing me on the neck, as I look out at the garden.
I see Vincent there, walking up. He has a cute little strut as he comes towards the mansion. I watch him as Nathan takes me from behind and his cock plummets into me. I’m very wet, and soft from a shower.
“Oh…” he moans. He is touching my breasts, his arms wrapped around me. Then he pulls out and turns me around.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Of course.”
He gently runs his hand along my face and we gaze into each other’s eyes.
“Good.” He picks me up and sets me down on the balcony. Behind me is a 40 foot drop onto the garden – the pathway made of cobblestones. If he lets me go, I could fall to my death.
“I gotcha, sweet Isadora,” he assures me.
His hands stay stationed to my hips and he glides himself up inside of me and every inch brings immense pleasure. My bottom is against the granite surface of the balcony, and it’s surprisingly smooth. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my back and thrusts up some more.
He kisses my neck and my shoulder and keeps pushing himself into me. I’m close to my first orgasm of many as Vincent walks out to the terrace and studies us. Behind us, night has lit up with the many lights around the castle’s property, and lightning bugs, and a few paper lanterns along the garden.
“Ahhh!” I cry out loudly because Nathan is delivering himself to me in a way he never has before. And Vincent is looking around, probably wondering where my clothes are.
I place my face on Nathan’s shoulder. My cheek feels like a rotting vegetable. I feel so soft and free. Who knew walking around in just a crown and shoes could feel so good. When Nathan is done, I jump off the balcony and walk around on the terrace. I prance about for them in my heels and my crown, my blonde hair falling over my shoulders.
“You look amazing,” Vincent says. Nathan fixes himself back in his trousers, tucking in his shirt too and zips himself up, stands against the balcony and lights a smoke. Everything he does is sexy; his body language is so dominant.
“I do?” I say, giggling and prancing around in front of both of them. Vincent eyes me in a way he never has before. I stand next to Nathan, my legs crossed at the ankles, my body exposed for them to see everything. Vincent comes over and kisses me softly as a breeze brings the sweet smell of his favorite flowers, gloriosas, over to us.
“You do,” Vincent says.
We hear the voices of diplomats nearby. It’s late in the day but it’s not that late, everyone is still up and still active.
Vincent starts kissing me and as he does, I reach over and touch Nathan on the leg, running my hand over the crotch of his pants. I play with him and he turns and starts kissing me really hard and scratching up my soft face with his stubble. I kiss Nathan and then I go back to kissing Vincent while Nathan unzips his trousers and takes it back out. He just can’t keep it in his pants. He sighs against my neck as he plays with himself and it’s incredibly hot. I feel his cock against my hip and move my hand so I’m touching him. He grabs me and pushes me against the terrace and Vincent is right behind me too. One of them is touching me so the side of their hand is against my pussy. He takes a finger and touches me with excellent precision. Nathan. I know that’s his touch.
Vincent kneels down and places his hands around my ankles and looks up at my pussy as Nathan continues to circle his finger in just the right way.
“Oh…” I moan and watch as Vincent straightens up gets behind me touches my bottom. I can hear people talking outside.
“I saw it too,” one of them says, of some kind of animal they saw roaming in the garden. They continue to discuss it as Nathan starts fingering me harder and I’m sure they can hear us.
“Can they see us?” Nathan is grinning like a kid just waiting to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He lifts me up while he waits on his answer and enters me, replacing the subtle sting of a touch his finger made there with a heavy thrust and my head falls back.
“My crown!” I shout. We all laugh and while Nathan fucks me with delicious, determined stride, Vincent goes off to rescue my crown.
Nathan takes advantage of my hair being free from the crown to play with it.
“He’ll get your crown, baby,” Nathan says. “I’ll get your cream.”
We share a laugh and then he proves his point.
He kisses me a lot on my neck when we finish.
“Did you have any bad dreams last night?” I ask him. He shakes his head.
“No, baby, I didn’t.”
“Good,” I say.
I hug him and he relaxes in my arms. Normally he’s tense, which I think is the reason he drinks whiskey quite often.
“I think maybe if you focus on the future,” I suggest. “You won’t have such bad dreams.”
“Like you?” he says.
“I don’t have bad dreams; in fact, I rarely have any dreams at all…”
“Oh no, sweetie, I mean I like to focus on you – you’re my future,” he smiles.
“Really?”
He nods. I think he was listening to the conversation Vincent and I had the other night. I think he feels like he must say this to me. Or maybe he means it.
He reaches over for my hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want to be…a haunted person. You know? I want to be the type of man that’s there for you. You don’t need someone with problems, Isadora? You need to be tended to all the time.”
I get up and look out over the balcony. Where did Vincent go?
“I get what you’re saying but I feel like it works both ways,” I say.
He tenderly wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder. Then he takes his hand and fixes my hair so it runs straight down my back in a soft blonde stream of locks.
“What does?”
“I care for you too. You can’t just pretend you’re okay when you’re not.”
“Isadora?” Vincent interrupts us. He doesn’t have my crown.
“My crown? Did you know find it?” I walk over to him.
“I have it, come.” He wants to take me away from Nathan, just when I feel like I was making headway with him.
“Come where, Vincent?” I ask.
“Come.” He takes my hand and leads me around the balcony, which wraps around the castle like a tower. I look down at all the little rose petals he’s left for me. He picked them from the garden. I follow them over to my crown. He gets down on his knees and looks up at me.
“And don’t worry; I polished it off and everything, so it’s shiny and good as new.”
“Thank you, Vincent,” I say, taking the crown and placing it on my head. I offer my hands to help him up but he doesn’t’ seem to want to straight up. He is fine on his knees.
He presses his face into my thighs and inhales. “I can say I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you and this night, seeing you like this – it can save a man’s life and kill him at the same time,” he chuckles.
“Vincent,” I laugh and pay with his hair. He crawls on his knees, the palms of his hands touching the rose petals. “You’re softer than these,” he says of the petals.
“Am I?” I smile and touch his hair again and he presses his mouth against the curve of my bottom. “Yes, my love, especially right here.” He starts kissing my bottom and then my hips. “I want to treasure you every day. I can’t think of anything better than seeing your face first thing in the morning – your smile. It’s more stunning than this castle. He stands up, he puts some music on and he washed out the talking of all the diplomats. I suppose it is Friday, and I suppose their minds are racing with random thoughts.
The song is a lovely sweet song I’ve heard once before, and I’m reminded of the night with Nathan when we played the piano and I wrote our own song, Firefly.
“What are you thinking about, Isadora?” Vincent takes my hands in his and we begin slow dancing.
“Nathan.”
I think the answer stuns Vincent. I look at him and see a bit of sadness in his eyes.
“I’m just being honest. If you’re not honest, you’re not anything,” I say.
“Well, that’s true.”
We danced for a while, but there is a silence as big as an elephant.
“What about Nathan?”
“His bad dreams.”
“I just don’t understand it, you know? He needs to just let it go, and I know I’ve said this before. I just feel like with you that should be so good, you and being here, how can he have any bad dreams with all of these wonderful things in his life?”
“Am I a thing?”
Vincent stands back immediately and looks at me, deeply concerned with the fact that I would assume such a thing.
“Goodness no, Isadora!”
I feel Nathan look up and look at us just then, that shaggy hair of his in his face.
“No, Isadora, I just meant…it was very bad the way I phrased it.”
“You want to know what I’ve been thinking?” I say, moving on.
“Always,” Vincent says.
“Maybe a princess deserves two princes.”
“Not if one is good enough,” Vincent says.
Enter Nathan. I watch him walk over to us. He doesn’t need to say anything; his manly face expresses everything so much better than any verbal announcement.
He leans against the balcony, waiting for me. The dance ends and I walk over to him.
“Hello,” I smile.
“Hello Ms Thing.” He’s toying with Vincent when he says this, with his stupid “things” comment. The rivalry between them just won’t end.
I start kissing Nathan but he hugs me. He seems to want hugs the most. I hold him for a while and Vincent walks over to us and picks up his wine glass. He accidentally drops it and the sound of shattered glass startles Nathan.
“It’s okay,” I say, wrapping my arms around him and we stand there and squeeze each other tight. A groundskeeper starts sweeping the glass and I start to kiss Nathan. It’s a deep, emotional kiss.
I kiss his neck. It’s warm like a window in the summer.
Nathan takes the blanket that’s on the balcony and places it down on the ground for me to lie on and he gets on top of me. We are lost in each other’s eyes.
He takes himself out of his pants and I whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you just stay naked too?” and we both start laughing.
“We’ll just all stay naked,” Nathan laughs. “The groundskeeper too! And the maids!”
“NO!!!” I cackle, covering my face. “Goodness.” We are both laughing and I think this makes Vincent jealous. I feel like I laugh more around Nathan that I do Vincent. Perhaps it’s Nathan’s sense of humor that has seen him through some very dark, troubled times.
He starts to place himself inside me. “Oh Isadora,” he says. He starts pumping fast, almost like a rabbit, and I circle my arms around him so I’m hugging him and I feel like Nathan is in a very needy mood today.
Vincent, meanwhile, has gone off to get his new wine glass and is sitting by the table, watching us and then he comes over and lies down next to me and we start kissing while Nathan continues to pump himself in me, his penetrating is wicked and wonderful. I turn on my stomach and they both touch and kiss my back.
Nathan takes me from behind, inserting his cock inside of me. He olds me up and Vincent plays with my breasts. He trace his teeth over my nipples and holds my face up by my chin and kisses me long and tender on the mouth and then he does the same with my neck and my breasts as Nathan continues to fuck me.
I’m on my hands and knees as Nathan keeps going, in and out and in and out and in and out in long, powerful thrusts as Vincent plays with my tits and unzips his pants and takes his big fat long glorious cock out and starts playing with him and I eventually lower my head until his cock greets my lips.
Vincent always tastes nice and clean. It’s a pleasure to suck him off. We go this way for a while, with them going in and out of me, and Vincent eventually cums and squirts it all over my tits before crawling to the side and sitting there while Nathan finishes me off, when he starts to cum, he pulls out and it shoots directly under me, hitting my chin and splashing here and there and then we roll over on our backs and stare up at the wonderful sky.
“When you were a kid, did you ever wish upon a star?” Nathan wonders.
“Yes,” Vincent jokes, knowing Nathan is asking me.
“What did you wish for?” Nathan asks.
“A horse.”
“Did you get a horse?”
“Yes but…I think I got a horse because I’m a princess, and not because I wished on a star for one, but who knows.”
I look over at Nathan. His gorgeous brown eyes are on the sky.
“You? Have you ever wished on a star?” I pick my head up and look at Vincent. “And you Vincent?”
“I haven’t,” Vincent said.
“I think you’re supposed to wish upon a falling one,” Nathan says. “Or does it matter?”
“I don’t think it does.” I’m holding Nathan’s hand and he squeezes mine back and leans in to kiss me. We share another long, deep kiss. I get up and walk over to Vincent and take his hands and pull him up from his chair. He seems to be in a funk and I hope to pull him out of that too.
“Do you want to finish our dance?” I ask him.
“It’s okay.”
“Oh come on, Vincent.”
“We don’t have any music,” Vincent says.
“I’ll sing,” Nathan offers.
“Oh I’d rather dance to silence,” Vincent jokes. Nathan starts singing some rock song I kind of know but not too well, and we start dancing about. Nathan actually has a decent voice and Vincent is a good dancer. He twirls me around and I spin about and end up in Nathan’s arms. Nathan continues to sing the song.
We dance for a while, and Nathan finishes the song before handing me back off to Vincent. Vincent picks me up so I’m over his shoulder and I see the garden below us – all the sweeping views and all the magical lights, and he spins me around and around.
“You’re going to make her dizzy, dude,” Nathan says, more worried and less amused.
Vincent places me down and I find balance in my little heels and I sit down at the table where wine glasses filled with delicious red wine awaits. I sip the wine and Nathan comes over. His shirt is off. He looks hot as hell. He actually drinks wine for a change, and I have to wonder if he’s mocking Vincent – the way he drinks wine – because Nathan is holding the wine glass in a certain way. And it is Nathan’s style to poke fun, to just make jokes, and I wonder if that’s his way of seeming less vulnerable than he actually is.
“What do you think?” Vincent asks Nathan. “Of the wine?”
“It’s okay.” Nathan says.
“Are you out of whiskey?” Vincent asks.
“For the night, yes.” Nathan’s voice is rich with darkness. I feel like something is
bothering him, and I feel like he would share whatever it is if it were just him and I and not Vincent. But it is what it is.
Nathan suddenly eyes me from across the table and I am wondering even more now than before, what it is he’s thinking.
“What?” I finally say.
“Do you like the wine?”
“Yes but…” I place my hand on Vincent’s. “I like the wine you had the other night better. What was it called?”
“I think it was called Scarlet Bay.”
“That’s it,” I point. “That’s the one. I like that one.”
“I’ll have to make a note of it,” Vincent winks at me.
I laugh. “Thanks. This is good too,” I say. I sip the wine. It’s fruity and lush. Vincent starts talking about the wine and where it’s from. He knows as much about wine as he does about flowers. I can see Nathan off in the distance rolling his eyes.
I try and not laugh as Vincent goes off on some tangent about where the wine is grown – what piedmont and the type of weather.
“Not too crisp and not too humid – the air quality has to be just right – you’d be amazed with how much that can affect wine,” Vincent says. “High humidity can cause wine disease…”
Nathan giggles. “Wine disease,” he mutters. Then Vincent gives him the death stare.
“Well yes – weather affects everything – ever single thing but grapes especially are very vulnerable, if not given the proper care, they easily rot. It’s called noble rot.”
“How did you learn so much about wine?” I ask. I’m trying to keep the mood light, but I can already feel a fight breaking out.
“I studied,” Vincent said. “That’s what you do whenever you want to learn about anything. You study it – like I’ve studied your every feature.”
“Which is easy to do today,” Nathan snorts.
“Yes,” I say, stretching out my long legs and they feast their eyes upon them. Nathan is also looking at my feet. “I have made that quite easy for you, haven’t I?”
“You have.” Vincent picks up my left foot and starts to give it a massage like he did that night in the garden. I am reminded of that amazing, wonderful, blissful night we had together. He is massaging my feet perfectly. I think that night and the night I had with Nathan playing the piano are two of the most fabulous nights I’ve ever had. I wouldn’t trade them in for anything in the world.
“Any way, I started studying wine a few years ago,” Vincent says as Nathan sits remarkably still, his finger on the side of his face as he looks over at us. I can tell he’s conjuring up some master plan as to how to compete with the foot massage and wine lesson I’m being given.
“Sun exposure, soil type, all these things go into growing the perfect grape – you can’t possibly get a perfect bottle of wine without growing the perfect grape.”
“And so many grapes – I’ve always wanted to go to a vineyard,” I say.
“We could do this,” Vincent says.
“We should all go,” Nathan says.
“Nathan, do you know anything about whiskey – how it’s made?” Vincent asks. “You should, it could make your taste for it that much more exotic.”
“I’ll look into it tomorrow.” Nathan’s voice is lackluster, he’s just teasing Vincent.
“And topography,” Vincent suddenly says.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, well it’s the arrangement of the natural and artificial physical features of an area – like for example, the surroundings here. Topography is simply the environment; it’s a fancy word for it. The earth the soil the valleys, all of that, makes up topography.”
Vincent lights a cigarette and Nathan comes over and steals my foot from his. Nathan is grouchy, and at first he squeezes my foot too hard but then I think he remembers that it’s a foot and it’s tender and he calms down and starts to do it just right.
“Are you ticklish?” Nathan wonders.
“No…” I say, “Your fingers feel good,” I say. And he starts to massage my calves too. I suddenly crave his fingers all over my body.
“Would you like a full body massage?” Nathan offers. Oh wow, I think he wins this round. I didn’t see that coming.
I nod and get down on my knees and spread out on the blanket that we had sex on earlier and he gets on top of me, so his knees are on either side of me, and goes to town on my backside, his fingers pressing into some tender spots. I suppose even a princess can have stress. He is finding all of those spots and begins a marvellous massage as Vincent continues with my feet.
“Oh…” I moan my pleased reaction. “This…feels…so good…” I say. “So good.”
I feel Nathan’s hands sneak up my legs to my upper thighs and eventually he’s massaging my buttocks, and that feels really amazing.
“Have you ever had a full body massage?”
“Not in years,” I say, in total, complete ecstasy. “This feels amazing.”
“You just relax and keep enjoying it then,” Nathan says. He starts to massage my upper shoulders, and then down to my back and back to my bottom again and his fingers touch the sides of my body near my tits and I start laughing.
“She is ticklish,” Vincent realizes.
“No!” I shudder and press my arms against the sides of my body to try and protect myself. “NO NO!”
“I’m going to get you!” Nathan warns. “I’m going to get you – the tickle monster is going to get you!”
“Nathan doesn’t,” I beg, and I’m already laughing just at the idea of being tickled. Vincent meanwhile is pleasantly kissing my feet. Why can’t Nathan be ore calm like him?
Nathan always has to outdo everything – everything with him is a sport.
“PLEASE!” I start begging as Nathan starts tickling me and I’m on my back now and he’s kissing me.
“Oh my god, you are such a dick sometimes.”
“Yup.” He doesn’t deny it, and speaking of dicks his is out of his pants again and hard as ever.
We start having sex and it’s a normal position but with Nathan it always feels good no matter what kind of position we’re in and after the wine and the massage I am so relaxed and now the sex feels really good. He reaches over for the whiskey and pours some on my tits and starts licking it up. There’s some band in the garden playing a song, and it sounds familiar, and as Nathan continues to douse my tits in awesome, delicious whiskey, I realize what song he’s playing – it’s my song. It’s our song it’s Firefly.
“What is that…is that…?” I ask as he enters me and starts thrusting and for a minute that is all I can think of, that and his awesome teeth clamping on my nipples and he tugs away at them like a puppy playing with a rubber toy.
“Oh Nathan…” I sigh.
“I hope you don’t mind, I wrote lyrics for the song,” Nathan informs.
“That’s so…sweet…” I start crying. This is the single most sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. And I hope Vincent doesn’t mind, but right now Nathan has my heart.
“Oh Nathan…” I cry and sigh over his shoulder as I listen to a man beautifully belt out the song.
In her arms/I come alive/shine through the night/like a firefly
The magic builds in her eyes/the best surprise
Like a little firefly
Just a part of the game, like a little flame, in the dark
She keeps up light; she says it’s the heart
That lights up the firefly
In her arms late at night that’s exactly what it feels like
Like I’m a firefly
“Nathan…” I wrap my arms around him and hold him as I feel him go deeper and deeper inside of me. My crown has fallen off of my head and Vincent picks it up and carefully places it on the table where he is finishing a bottle of wine and he has a smoke as I shut my eyes and feel Nathan inside of me and continue to listen to the lovely song being performs outside.
“You…wrote this?” I ask him.
“You wrote the music…I wrote the lyrics...”
In her arms/I come alive/shine through the night/like a firefly
The magic builds in her eyes/the best surprise
Like a little firefly
Just a part of the game, like a little flame, in the dark
She keeps up light; she says it’s the heart
That lights up the firefly
In her arms late at night that’s exactly what it feels like
Like I’m a firefly
I just can’t breathe right
Until the night
Sets me free, I come alive
Just like a firefly
Such a sweet surprise
To see her eyes light up like that
Every time she’s in the room I feel like dancing
You can’t help but notice
She’s just like fire
A firefly
Nathan is thrusting harder and harder and Vincent is sipping his wine and looking out at the garden, the garden where this band has apparently set up shop and I think maybe this ruffles Vincent’s feathers a bit. I do know how much he loves that garden.
Nathan pays no mind and just keeps thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, until he’s about to cum, and I hold onto him and run my hand through his hair, and we kiss really hard and my feet wrap around his back so my ankles are mashed together and he keeps fucking me deeper and deeper with solid big thrusts and I think Vincent has his cock out and he’s playing with himself and the night smells like whiskey and rain and wine and the band is in the middle of some big triumphant climax and I hear the piano and trumpets and the saxophone and the man keeps singing our song.
In her arms/I come alive/shine through the night/like a firefly
The magic builds in her eyes/the best surprise
Like a little firefly
Just a part of the game, like a little flame, in the dark
She keeps up light; she says it’s the heart
That lights up the firefly
In her arms late at night that’s exactly what it feels like
Like I’m a firefly
I just can’t breathe right
Until the night
Sets me free, I come alive
Just like a firefly
Such a sweet surprise
To see her eyes light up like that
Every time she’s in the room I feel like dancing
You can’t help but notice
She’s just like fire
A firefly
“Oh Nathan…Nathan…I love you sweet boy, I love you so much…” I say as three music buildings and builds out there where both of these men have planted flowers for me – flowers that represent me in many ways. The gloriosoas represent fire, and the dark lilies that Nathan planted represent a piece of him and now my song – and Nathan’s song – is being performed out there and I’m not sure how this night could get any more romantic.
I look up and see that Vincent is gone and Nathan is still hard and inside me but I think he is about to cum and then I see Vincent come back to the terrace and he has something in the palm of his hands and he goes to the table and stands around my crown and starts letting those rose petals go so they tumble over my crown and he picks up the wine and starts sipping and pours us all glasses of wine as Nathan keeps fucking me and I claw at his back because it has never been this good before.
“I just want you to be happy,” Nathan says.
“I am, I am so, so happy.”
“I hope that this song made you happy…I thought so hard how to…” he cums and I think he even shakes a little and I hold him tight and I’m just amazed by the song and the lyrics run through my head long after the song ends and I lie there with him still inside of me and Vincent sitting over my crown and the rose petals he brought in and I think it’s starting to thunder way off in the distance and I feel a little rain hit us too, and the rain is nice and cool, a nice mist that coats every perfect thing about this perfect night.
I am so happy and warm. A princess becomes a queen when her two princes become the kings of her life, of her pleasure. That’s what I have and I wish for nothing more. Every thing is perfect, you see?