♛ 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 ♛
WC: 9,712 | AO3 link ─────── Grand General Li x Empress!MC x High Marshal Xia (aka Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb Throne of Eros AU)
Summary: Trying to juggle the two most important men in your life wasn't always easy. But sometimes the stars align in the best possible way.
Tags & CWs: incest, dead dove, double penetration, jealousy, possessiveness, slight enemies to lovers with Zayne and Caleb, aftercare, dom/sub undertones, Dom Zayne, Dom Caleb, sub MC, huuuge praise kink, hints of poly, lots of 'little girl' and 'baby sister' mentions
Author's note: When I started writing this I only intended for there to be side Zayne x Caleb action, however the boys apparently had a different idea. There’s only minor sexual acts between the two of them but there’s a fair amount of mentions and thoughts, both sexual and romantic. Plus I lean into the poly side of things. So if LI x LI or m/m isn’t your thing you’ve been warned!
Also this should be obvious as it’s a Throne of Eros fic, but expect lots of brother and sister mentions. I lean very heavily into the incest theme between Caleb and MC.
You had dismissed all serving staff for the evening, you always did on nights like these. No one was to enter or be near your private quarters until notified. The three of you sat quietly, the usual tension hanging in the air.
The Empress. The High Marshal. The Grand General.
You had invited them both to dinner, not for the first time, but also not a pleasantry you often indulged yourself in. You loved them both dearly; some may say too much, others may whisper an inappropriate amount, especially in the case of your brother. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Typically you avoided having the two of them in the same room, whilst they were not enemies they weren’t exactly what you’d call friends. They were forced acquaintances at best due to your close relationship with them both. They got on because they knew they had to lest they lose you.
Caleb’s jealousy was clear. Before the General came along and announced his feelings for you he had the pleasure of being buried inside his sister’s sweet cunt most nights. An activity he no longer got to indulge in since you began your secret tryst with General Li. ‘It wouldn’t be right,’ you’d told him once you’d agreed to start seeing Zayne in private, ‘it would go against all my morals to lay with you whilst I have promised myself to another.’ The fact that you had said these words whilst naked on your big brother’s lap, his seed slowly spilling out of you, well, the irony was not lost on him.
He had accepted the agreement, albeit reluctantly, but only because he had his doubts that this foolish notion of a relationship would last. However that didn’t help the growing annoyance that someone else was getting to defile his darling baby sister the way he should be.
Now, General Li’s animosity towards Caleb was a simpler one; he irritated him. A lingering annoyance, if you will. Always there, always lurking, watching, waiting. Zayne knew the High Marshal had a particular possessiveness over his sister but he wasn’t sure quite how deep that possession went. He would never ask the Empress to dismiss her brother from her personal life but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy his constant presence in it. The snarky comments, the sneers, the innate need to bring up memories from his and the Empress’ childhood knowing that Zayne couldn’t join in with the laughter and nostalgia. Yes, Caleb Xia most definitely annoyed him.
However the two men always relented and put their differences aside when it came to the Empress. She rarely invited them both to dine with her in her private chambers, but when she did they had no choice but to accept, lest they suffer the other’s arrogance of getting to spend an evening alone with the one they both cherished most in this world.
So here you sat. The Empress. Her brother. Her lover.
Caleb sits with his legs slightly spread on the sofa as you lounge next to him, knee pressed up against his and arm resting crookedly on the back of the furniture behind him. The familiarity in the closeness you share wouldn’t make anyone look twice. Just two siblings who are comfortable in each others’ presence. Those who are wiser, however, see the smaller details; the trace of your finger across his shoulder, the twitch of his hand so desperate to reach out and slide up your thigh.
"Thank you for another lovely dinner, sister." Caleb smiles sweetly at you.
"Of course," you beam back at him, "you know how much I love to host the two of you."
You glance at Zayne who’s sat in an armchair adjacent to the sofa, legs crossed elegantly over one another. He never used to look so comfortable in your private quarters. It makes your heart glad to see that he does now.
"Well I appreciate the trouble you go to nonetheless, Your Majesty." Zayne says with a hint of a smile.
"We both do." Caleb emphasises, sending Zayne a look you can’t quite see from your current angle but can guess it’s not a pleasant one. Caleb scoffs. "And do you really need to keep up with the formalities whilst it’s just the three of us? Relax, General, and remove the stick from your ass while you’re at it."
You roll your eyes, your brother’s petty bickering was nothing new to you but you feel your patience waning this evening.
"Must you be like this every time?" You lightly hit Caleb on the shoulder. "One night is all I ask for. One night for the two of you to actually get along. But perhaps I ask for a miracle."
You sigh dejectedly, looking down at your lap and playing with the loose fabric of your skirt. Maybe it really was a dream to hope these two men would play nice.
"Oh come now, little sister." he coos at you. "Don’t be mad. Here, come give your dearest brother a hug and all will be forgotten, hm?"
You grumble and look up at Caleb next to you with a pout. This was his go-to solution to stop you from being angry with him; knowing his warmth, his scent, would calm you down. And it worked. Every time.
You hated it.
Caleb placed his arm on the back of the sofa, nudging yours off, and opened himself up for the inevitable hug you were going to give in and give to him. You sneered at his smug face as you clambered to your knees on the sofa, grabbing fistfuls of your skirt as you awkwardly shuffled closer. As soon as you dropped the material from your hands and went to lean in, Caleb snatched an arm around your waist and dragged you to his lap.
"Caleb!" You exclaimed, hearing him chuckle close to your ear. "What are you doing?!"
He had pulled you completely over the other side of his lap so your legs dangled on one side and you sat facing the General. The looser skirt of the more casual outfit you had opted to wear tonight was caught between yourself and Caleb, rising high above your knees. You blushed as you unsuccessfully attempted to pull the taut material back down, glancing at Zayne in slight embarrassment but seeing him only observing you quietly.
"What?" Caleb said with a fake innocence. "Is there something wrong with me sharing a cuddle with my sister on my lap?"
"Of course not," you reply, "it’s just…"
Your face is on fire, everything about this feels far too inappropriate. But perhaps that is because you suspect your brother has less than innocent intentions. You shuffle awkwardly against him, realising just how tight his hold is around you.
You feel the firmness of his chest against your back, his breath on your ear.
His hand on the exposed skin of your thigh.
Creeping ever higher…slowly…slowly.
Caleb observes the General quietly, he’s watching the hand that teases the inside of your thigh with intrigue. He’s unsure where this sudden boldness has come from - does he want to challenge the other man? Or has it simply been so long since he’s fucked his sister that it’s driven him slightly mad with need. A mix of both, perhaps. Either way, Caleb is in the mood for some fun, and whether the ever stoic General wants to join in or not is up to him.
Your body is tense. You know Zayne has seen, his eyes keep being drawn back down to the fingers that draw light, teasing circles against your bare skin. You don’t know what to do - well, you do, you know you should slap your brother’s hand away - but it’s difficult to think clearly when he’s caressing your sensitive skin so gently, sending tingles straight to your clit.
You feel the inevitable hold your brother has over you pulling you in. He knows exactly how to turn you into his needy little baby sister, all whiny and desperate for him. Soon you won’t be able to say no. You’ll be on your knees begging for his cock in no time.
Your heart beats wildly. Not here. Not now.
Yet you don’t stop him. How could you when the pulse in your cunt was growing stronger by the second. The utterly desperate need to have some pressure on your throbbing clit drowning out any of the remaining rationality in your head.
You stare at the floor. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about having the two of them together. You’d had the delight of sharing your bed with both of them, it was only natural to imagine what it might be like. To have both sets of hands on you; touching you, pleasuring you. Both cocks deep inside you.
Your walls clenched at the thought.
But Caleb is merely playing a game and marking his territory. Right?
"Not while we have company…" you whisper in a poor attempt to halt whatever madness Caleb has planned.
"Why not?" He says loud enough for Zayne to hear. "I think our dear Grand General shows interest, does he not?"
You glance back up at Zayne to find he has locked eyes with Caleb. Is he angry? Jealous? Repulsed? Is he about to launch himself out of his chair and smack Caleb in the face or is he to turn and run to the Council, announce that the Empress has been fornicating with her brother and is unfit to rule.
Unable to discern what Zayne is thinking, and too terrified to ask, you decide to give him an out.
"If you’re uncomfortable, you may leave." You muttered quietly.
No one moves. No one utters a word. Just the monotonous tick tick tick from the antique clock decorating your mantlepiece.
Tick tick tick
Caleb’s hand neither retreats nor moves higher on your thigh.
Tick tick tick
The two men continue to stare at each other. The High Marshal asking a simple question with one look - Do you dare?
Tick tick tick
You watch as Zayne slowly rises from his seat, his eyes refusing to meet yours. At first your heart breaks.The rejection. The embarrassment. The shame. You know it’s wrong, what you and your brother do in the dark of night when no one is looking, and normally that doesn’t bother you one bit. But for some reason this hurts more than you thought possible. The one person in this galaxy who you craved acceptance from. The one person you have always craved acceptance from.
Your shame quickly morphs into anger. How dare he judge me. I am the Empress. I can be with whoever I please. Love whoever I please. Fuck whoever I please. Looking down on me as if I were - Your thoughts halt when you realise Zayne’s steps are not heading out the door as you expected. Instead he has casually wandered over to the corner of the room where you keep the liquor. The stronger stuff you can’t usually handle but have on hand for special guests.
He uncorks the bottle and slowly pours out a small glass. The glugging of the flowing liquid rings loudly in the room, the only noise except Caleb’s steady breathing next to your ear as you both watch the General saunter back towards you and settle himself in the armchair as though he were getting ready to relax for the evening.
"You know," Zayne breaks the silence, "I’ve had my suspicions for many years, as I’m sure plenty of others have also," he takes a slow sip of his drink, "however only now have they been confirmed."
Zayne holds your gaze. You don’t see the disgust or disapproving look you were expecting. You see lust. Hunger.
Caleb breathes out a quiet laugh, you’re unsure if it’s from disbelief or the satisfaction that he was right in General Li’s curiosity of the two of you.
"Please," Zayne gives a slight nod and tilts his glass towards you both, "do continue."
And apparently that’s all Caleb needs to hear because not even a second later is the hand that was previously stilled on your thigh now travelling further and further up underneath your skirt until it eventually hits the wall of your closed legs.
"Spread."
You feel the vibrations of Caleb’s command against the shell of your ear, his lips lightly caressing the skin there.
"Good girl." He mutters as you slowly widen your thighs to accommodate his wandering hand.
Your eyes remain locked with Zayne’s opposite you. You keep waiting for the moment he’ll realise the insanity that’s happening before him yet it never comes.
Your eyes flutter closed when you feel Caleb trail his fingertips ever so lightly across the lips of your clothed cunt. He grumbles beside you and you have to bite your lip to hide your smirk; your brother has never been a fan of underwear.
"Off." He orders. "How many times have I told you not to bother with these things?"
"Mm," Zayne hums in agreement, "I’ve often voiced my displeasure at the restrictive…access. However she’s very insistent on this matter."
"You two are not seriously ganging up on me because I choose to wear underwear!" You scoff.
"You wanted us to get along did you not?" Zayne teases.
"Consider it a bonding moment," Caleb says with a smug smile, "Now, take them off. You’ve kept us waiting long enough."
You roll your eyes and let out a sigh, slipping your hands up under your dress to tug the thin material down and off your legs. It pools at the floor and you quickly glance away when you see the small dark patch staining the inside. You were embarrassingly wet already. If either of the men noticed they at least allowed you the dignity of not pointing it out.
"There, that wasn’t so hard was it." Caleb taps your thigh, signalling you to open for him once more.
Spreading your legs, the material of your dress droops down just enough to cover you from Zayne’s view. You consider pulling it up, showing off your bare cunt to your lover as you sit perched on your brother’s lap. The thought should make you ashamed yet it only makes you clench in excitement. But before you can decide, Caleb is already gently adjusting your skirts to ensure you remain hidden from the General.
"Make him wait." He whispers into your ear.
His hand moves straight to your pussy, first simply teasing the outside; light, gentle touches on your outer lips. You whimper pathetically, embarrassed by how wound up you already are and he’s barely done a thing. Finally he drags one single digit, ever so slowly, from your entrance up to your clit.
"Shit." Your brother mutters, "I don’t think I’ve ever felt her this wet before. Her clit’s so swollen already too.’’
You feel the heat rise in your face, unsure if it’s from the declaration of your arousal or the fact that he’s discussing it with Zayne like he’s discussing the weather. You finally brave a look towards the man in the armchair. Anyone else would think him irritatingly composed, but you know better. The clenched jaw. The increased rise and fall of his chest. Behind the confines of his trousers you know he is hard and aching.
Caleb continues to idly play with your clit. You don’t need to reach down to know how wet you are, the easy glide of his finger back and forth over your swollen bud is evidence enough. He pulls the hood back, rubs it directly and your legs twitch out.
"You know I’m too sensitive for that." You whine.
"Mmhm, I do," he says casually, continuing to torture your poor little clit, "why else do you think I enjoy doing it so much."
Your hands grasp at his legs beneath you and you send a pleading look towards Zayne. Whilst Zayne was often the one to take charge in the bedroom you knew one look with those sweet, innocent eyes of yours usually had him caving. He holds your gaze and takes another long sip of his drink.
Not tonight it seems.
"Please." You whimper, Caleb’s finger dipping down into your wetness only briefly before returning to torture your clit. "It’s too much."
Zayne merely returns your plea with a small smirk..
"There’s no point asking him for help," Caleb says, "not only because he can’t, but I believe he’s enjoying watching us far too much to want to do anything."
You whine in frustration; from Caleb being right, from being overly sensitive, from being so utterly desperate to have something filling your cunt that you may just be about to drop to the floor on your knees and beg them. Luckily your brother answers your prayers, slipping two long fingers knuckle deep inside your tight hole. You sigh out in relief, body relaxing back against his and legs dangling either side of his where he’s got them pinned wide open.
"There, that’s better, hm?" Caleb says, his fingers just resting inside you. "My baby sister just needed something stuffed deep inside her needy little hole to keep her quiet."
His words and patronising tone should anger you, but you both know better. You’re sure he’ll be able to feel you getting wetter with every mocking word that comes from his mouth.
"Shall we let him see?" He asks you quietly. "Shall we reward his patience?"
You look at the man he’s referring to, still sitting quietly in the chair opposite you, glass now empty and with a bulge in his trousers he’d no longer be able to deny. Whilst Zayne cannot see anything he can most definitely hear the subtle squelching noise of Caleb’s fingers easing the wetness out of you. His fist tightens around the arm of the chair, fingers digging into the plush material. He tries not to show his eagerness but, Gods, he doesn’t think he can take a second longer without seeing the debauchery currently being hidden from him.
"Lift up your skirt." Caleb orders and your hands shoot out to grab your dress. "Slowly." He chides. "Show the General how your brother’s defiling your delicate little cunt."
You cringe. Not at his words specifically but because you know Caleb can feel how your walls tightened around his fingers on hearing them.
You gently grasp the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it up your thighs.
"There you go." Caleb mutters into your ear. "Such a good girl for me."
Bit by bit your skin is revealed to Zayne’s eager eyes. He glances down to between your thighs and cannot quite believe the sight he’s greeted with; The High Marshal’s middle and ring fingers pushed deep inside his sister’s cunt.
He should be repulsed, surely, or at the very least jealous that another man is pleasuring the woman he intends to wed. And yet his cock is so painfully hard inside his trousers, throbbing and twitching with every heartbeat, and he’s so fucking desperate to reach down and press his palm to ease the pain. He couldn’t tear his gaze away even if he tried. He watches intently at how the fingers nestled comfortably inside you move ever so slightly in and out, almost as though you were being petted or soothed. An action that Zayne now has no doubt has been performed many times before.
His breathing grows heavy, eyes zeroing in on the juices slowly dribbling out of you, strings of wetness stretching between Caleb’s fingers and your hole. Glancing up at you he takes in your blissed out face, mouth slightly hung open, eyes shut in pure pleasure. Caleb, however, is staring back at him with a knowing smirk. A smirk that says ‘I knew you were as depraved as us.’ He hates that he’s right.
Caleb’s fingers rub deliciously against your g-spot, a spot he’s well acquainted with after all these years. Fingers press in deeply, rubbing, curling, teasing that impending release out of you. At this point it’s merely muscle memory for him.
"Tell us what you want." Caleb says, fingers pulsing ever so gently inside you.
"I want to come." You murmur.
"Louder." He responds. "I don’t think everyone in the room could hear you."
His thumb now gently strums across your clit and you cunt clenches oh so tightly around him.
"Please," you beg, your neediness outweighing any embarrassment, "need to come so badly."
Caleb chuckles.
"Beg him." Your eyes open to look at Zayne. "Say ‘Please Zayne, please let me come on my big brother’s fingers.'’’ He mocks.
"I can’t." You look away in shame. "Caleb that’s too mu-"
Your words are cut short with a low moan, his fingers start to move faster inside you, curling deeper and harder, desperately coaxing your orgasm out of you.
"Please, just wanna come." You whine. "Don’t know if I can hold it."
Caleb’s thumb is pressing harder on your clit, rubbing against it as his fingers jostle around inside you. Your cunt is no longer being subtle in its noises, the loud squelch, squelch, squelch makes you squirm in embarrassment and you can feel yourself dripping down your ass. You look to Zayne, desperately pleading with him, hoping he will take pity and do something, anything to allow you your release.
"Say it."
Your eyes widen. Zayne’s voice is unlike anything you’ve heard from him before. Deep, raspy, full of raw need and desire.
"Say it." He repeats in a softer manner. "It’s okay."
Tears well unbidden in your eyes, not only from how much Caleb has you on edge but from Zayne’s acceptance. And not simply acceptance, but a shared desire - he wants this as much as you do.
"Please…please Zayne," your toes curl and your legs tense, you don’t think you could hold off your climax even if you tried at this point, "please let me - fuck, I’m so close - please let me come on my big brother’s fingers!"
You writhe on Caleb’s lap, his free arm coming up to tighten around your waist in an attempt to keep you grounded. So close, right there, just a few more flicks on your clit and you’ll finally come. His fingers continue thrusting inside you but the bastard stops moving his thumb.
"Well?" Caleb drawls. "Will you allow it?"
"Yes." Zayne breathes, and my God you’ve never been so glad to hear that word come out of his mouth.
You feel a thumb finally return to your swollen clit, rubbing hard and fast back and forth and you know you’re done for. You hold your breath with your head tipped back against Caleb’s shoulder, knees pulled up closer to your chest and cunt squeezing impossibly tight around your brother’s fingers. And then finally you shatter. A loud, long moan is released from your mouth and you curl in on yourself as your body writhes and convulses in a euphoric bliss.
Zayne has brought you to orgasm many times with his own hands, but something about seeing it from this view - your nails digging into Caleb’s arm held across you, the way your brother looks at you with such love and devotion - it’s different, he doesn’t know how but it just is, and it’s better. He feels something in his heart, years later he’ll understand this feeling as love for the two of you, not as separate people but as one being.
Caleb’s fingers slow their movements, coaxing the last few spasms out of you before slipping free. He holds them out in front of the both of you, spreading his digits slightly to admire the webbing of your juices between them.
"Normally I’d happily clean myself," he says, "however, perhaps our guest would like to do the honours." he holds his hand out towards Zayne in offering, "Well? Would you like a taste?"
"I’m already well versed with the Empress’ flavour." Zayne replies. You blush as the image of him feasting between your thighs comes to mind.
"Well, I’m offering it from a…different platter." He wiggles his fingers slightly.
Zayne eyes Caleb’s fingers, as do you, watching a dribble of your cum slowly make a trail down the back of his hand. Your attention is drawn away when you hear the clunk of a glass hitting the table next to Zayne, watching as he rises from his seat and makes the few steps over to where you are perched on Caleb’s lap. He bends at the waist, slowly, since Caleb refuses to lift his hand any higher. He gives you a brief look, eyes dark with lust, before locking eyes with the man behind you as he leans forward to gently place his mouth over the other man’s sticky fingers. He sucks gently, eyes refusing to leave Caleb’s and you hear him grunt next to your ear. He likes this.
Caleb’s cock twitches beneath his clothes when he feels Zayne’s tongue stroke along the pads of his fingers, not wanting to miss a single drop of the cum coating them. The Grand General was an attractive man, you’d have to be blind not to see that, but this was the first time Caleb had felt more than a simple appreciation of his looks. No, suddenly he found himself wondering what was underneath that formal clothing of his, how large he might be, and how that delightful tongue of his might feel on his cock instead of his fingers. He groaned at the thought and watched Zayne pull off his two fingers with a slurp. Fuck.
Something was happening, changing, you weren’t entirely sure what you were witnessing but your clenching pussy told you that you liked it. God, you felt so fucking empty without your brother’s fingers in there.
“Need someone to fuck me.” You say, sounding far more desperate than you’d intended.
And suddenly the two men work in tandem like they’d been doing it their whole lives. Zayne is quick to pull the dress up and over your head, leaving you completely bare between them, and Caleb is already fiddling with his belt and tugging his cock out of his trousers before giving it a few quick strokes. He lifts you up by your thighs and you look down to see his cock jut out from underneath you, tapping your clit lightly as it bounces back. Zayne is on his knees before you, palms running up and down your thighs, spreading you further and opening you up to him. Caleb feels a hand around his cock and he immediately knows that it’s not the small, delicate one of his sister’s. No, this one is larger, rougher from years of wielding a sword.
“Oh shit.” Caleb groans into your back, Zayne’s hand pumping him. “Oh fuck that feels good.”
Your tummy flutters in excitement. Watching your lover stroke the cock of your brother while he stares at you hungrily - a sight you never thought you’d see but one you will most definitely be ingraining in your memory for any lonely nights. Zayne’s knuckles drag across your sopping cunt as his hand moves up and down, each one hitting your clit and making you quiver. Caleb’s hands have come up to cup your breasts, thumb and forefingers tugging gently at your nipples.
“Put me in her.” Caleb’s voice rasps behind you. “Needa feel that tight hole wrapped around me.”
You lift your hips slightly and tilt them towards Zayne’s hand as he angles Caleb’s cock to your entrance. He presses him into your waiting hole but keeps ahold of him, gripping him lightly at the base. He watches completely enraptured as you sink down on Caleb’s thick cock. Watches how your pussy stretches to accommodate him, how easily you slide down around him, and at this point his body is taking over, giving in to his baser instincts. You look down in awe as Zayne dips his head forward to suckle your clit into his mouth.
“Oh my God…” You whimper, eyes fluttering closed and slipping a hand into Zayne’s hair, keeping him steady. His lips latch around your swollen nub, sucking gently, and your walls clamp around the cock inside you.
“Whatever you’re doing down there, keep doing it.” Caleb leaves a lingering kiss on the side of your neck. “She’s - fuck - she’s squeezin’ the shit outta me.”
“Feels s’good.” You mumble. Caleb’s hips rock against you, his cock lazily moving in and out of you allowing you to feel every inch of him drag against your walls.
Zayne has his hands under the backs of your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest and widening you as Caleb fucks into you from below. He unlatches himself from your clit and switches to quick flicks of his tongue, just the way you like it. He feels your hand grip tightly in his hair and he knows it won’t be long until he gets to see your cunt quiver around another man’s cock. He’s not ready yet though - another temptation calls to him.
You feel Zayne’s tongue move away for a brief moment and you whine in protest at the loss of your orgasm. A second later, Caleb chokes out a moan and one of the hands that was toying with your breast shoots down to grip Zayne’s hair over the top of yours. You peer down in curiosity and find Zayne licking a long stripe up the underside of Caleb’s cock before ending it with a swift flick on your clit. You gasp and watch as he does this again, this time leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses against the vein that runs up your brother’s dick, ending his journey with a strong suck to your clit.
“That tongue…” Caleb slurs. “Knew it’d feel amazing.”
Zayne feels the weight of both your’s and Caleb’s hands in his hair. He is on his knees, tasting the joining of two siblings in a way no one ever should. He knows this is wrong but the perversion of it all only heightens his arousal. He fumbles as he tugs at his trousers, pulling the fastening open and squeezing his dick in an attempt to ease his painfully hard erection. He groans against Caleb’s shaft, so incredibly firm under his tongue as he drags it all the way up to where he is tucked inside his sister. He dips in slightly, getting a stronger taste of your essence and he knows there must be pre-cum oozing from his tip, dripping down onto the floor below. He can feel Caleb rocking in and out of you against his mouth and Zayne feels like he’s losing his mind at how turned on he is. He’d never considered the fact that he could be attracted to men, and honestly he’s still not sure he is, all he knows is that he wants him - the stupidly irritating High Marshall, the Empress’ clingy brother. He wants Caleb.
Caleb feels the vibration of Zayne’s moans against his cock, eyes roll into the back of his head when he feels your pussy clench all around him. Fuck, it has never felt this good. He peers over your shoulder to between your spread thighs, brother and sister hold a fistful of hair in intertwined hands. He notices the movement of Zayne’s arm and knows he must be pleasuring himself as he’s on his knees for the two of you.
“I can’t…” Caleb groans. “Feels too good…don’t wanna come yet.”
He does a few harsh thrusts up into you making you squeal until he lifts you up entirely off of him. He reaches down to squeeze his dick, staving off the impending orgasm that was approaching far too quickly. He removes his hand from Zayne’s head and holds your chin, twisting your head to place his lips next to your ear.
“Not ready to come in this pretty little pussy yet.” He growls.
Yet you most definitely are. Your cunt is aching and empty and so utterly desperate to be filled. Zayne stays kneeling in front of you, hands still keeping you spread wide for him as he watches your gaping hole and your face burns with how exposed you are. His cock is hard, tip red and oozing an inordinate amount of pre-cum.
“Get up here.” Caleb commands, his head nodding to the empty space on the sofa next to him.
Zayne rises and plops down on the free seat beside you, hand slowly stroking up and down his cock as he watches you with hooded eyes. You’re so distracted by the sight that you barely notice Caleb manhandling you.
“What -” You start. He picks you up by the waist and positions you right over Zayne’s crotch, his cock standing to attention and waiting for you. “Oh.”
Zayne holds himself steady as Caleb carefully lowers you, sliding you onto the other man’s cock as he mutters continuous filth in your ear - Bet he feels good doesn’t he? You like being passed around for us to use? Gonna have your little cunt take the shape of both our cocks.
You let out a satisfied moan once you’re fully seated, feeling so incredibly full. “You’re so deep.” You whine, leaning forward to press your forehead against Zayne’s as you begin to move your hips slowly up and down his length. Caleb’s hands leave you only to feel them a second later gripping at one of your ass cheeks, pulling and spreading you open as if he’s inspecting you.
“She’s leaking out all around you.” He tells Zayne, admiring how a small dribble of your cum slides down the shaft. “Fuck that’s hot.”
“Mhm,” Zayne grunts in agreement. “I can imagine; the view I had a moment ago was also most enjoyable.”
It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, you’re The Empress for God’s sake, but you can’t deny how much you’re enjoying it, how wet you’re getting. The way they talk about you; like you’re not even here, just a thing for them to play with and use. And you want that. You want them to take control, to take away any decisions you need to make because you’re quite frankly sick of doing it day in, day out. So even if this is for one night only, never for the three of you to join together as one again, you will happily be their little play thing to move and position however they like, to be fucked however they desire.
You move faster on Zayne’s lap, tilting your hips at just the right angle to have your clit rub against the patch of hair that trails up to just below his belly button. His hands are on your waist, his firm grip surrounding your sides and helping you to grind yourself down onto him. Your hot breaths mingle as you moan into each other’s mouths. His brow is furrowed, cheeks and tips of ears tinted in the most delightful red and you think he looks beautiful.
“You feel…as incredible as always…Your Majesty.” He says between heavy breaths. “I - hng - I can feel every quiver of your walls around me.”
You deliberately squeeze tightly around him and he moans, a hand leaving your waist to give a swift spank to the cheek not currently being fondled by your brother. You clench around his cock again, this time unwillingly, and Zayne smacks you once more but harder, leaving a sting on your behind.
Caleb releases the plump flesh of your ass cheek, enjoying how quickly your skin is reddening under Zayne’s smacks. He kisses his way up your back, the side of your neck, teeth tugging on your earlobe.
“One cock’s not enough for you,” Caleb mumbles. “You need two, right?”
You feel the smirk against your ear. Your heart pounds in your chest. Two? Both of them at once? Caleb has taken your ass before, many times, another hole he wanted to lay first claim to. But never have you had both filled at once. Would it hurt? Could you even take them? Your mouth moves before your brain even has a chance to consider the reality of it.
“Yes.” You whimper, mind hazy and intoxicated. “Want you both, need to feel you both deep inside me.” You’re rambling, not normally one for talking during sex but your brain seems to have been overtaken by lust. “Wanna be - mmfph - wanna be stuffed full of your cocks. Please. Please!”
You hear the click of Caleb’s heels as he walks to the far corner of the room, reminding you that the two men are still fully clothed whilst you are completely naked and on show for them. It sends a thrill through your body, loving the feel of Zayne’s formal wear against your bare chest, cold metal fastenings and embellishments brushing against your stiff nipples with each rock of your body.
You’re alone with Zayne for the first time since the evening took an unexpected turn. Part of you wants to ask if he’s really okay with all this, if he’ll actually accept that the love you have for your brother goes beyond that of the simple love for a sibling. You also want to ask if his apparent interest in Caleb isn’t merely one clouded by lust, and that in the morning he won’t suddenly dismiss any notion of attraction to the man. But you stay quiet and keep the burning questions to yourself lest you ruin this perfect night. And besides, the knot in your tummy is pulling far too tight and right now your main concern is coming until not a single thought remains in your head.
“Needa come so bad.” You whimper.
“Be a good girl and wait.” Zayne says sternly. “You can do that for us, can’t you?” His hand comes up to cradle your cheek and you lean into it, nodding. “Good. Always my good little girl.”
On the other side of the room Caleb digs around in your bedside table, grabbing a crystal bottle filled with the oil he always uses when needing to stretch you open for him. He looks back towards where the two of you are, Zayne having clearly lost patience and now fucking up into you earnestly while you throw your head back like you’re in heat. His cock throbs in his hand, stroking it lightly as he observes. He never thought he’d enjoy watching you being taken by another man but the Grand General appears to be an exception. He isn’t sure why, perhaps because he knows that if there’s one person in this universe that would rival his obsession with you, it’d be Zayne.
Caleb’s presence returns to your back and his hand goes to the back of your neck, pushing you forward into Zayne’s embrace. Your back arches deliciously and he can’t help but admire the view of the General’s thick cock pounding up into your sopping wet cunt. Your cum seeps out, dripping onto his balls and soaking into the fabric of his trousers.
“Oh shit!” You cry, the wet sloshing of your pussy growing louder. “Oh my - aah! - your cock feels s’good inside me.”
Zayne’s cock is slamming into your g-spot with every thrust. Your words are slurring like you’re drunk on pleasure and you haven’t even got the two of them in you yet. You’re overwhelmed and so desperate for relief, and you’re pretty sure you’re drooling onto Zayne’s shoulder right now. Need to come. Need to come. Need to come.
“Soon.” Caleb promises, not realising you’d been speaking out loud. “Gotta get you nice and full of our cocks first.” You feel his fingers coated in a slick oil at your tight hole. “Relax for me, pretty girl. Time to stretch you open so you can fit big brother in.”
Zayne stops moving below you, his cock throbbing, hot and heavy as it sits inside you, and you struggle not to immediately start grinding on top of him.
“Zayne can you -” Before Caleb can even finish his sentence, Zayne has grasped both your ass cheeks in his hands and is prying them apart. The feeling is so lewd but the humiliation only serves to make your clit pulse with excitement. “Theeere we go. Perfect.”
Caleb slips a finger inside your ass, reaching all the way to the knuckle before dragging it back out and adding a second one. You wrap your arms around Zayne’s shoulders, nails digging into them, as your brother begins to scissor his digits, gradually widening and stretching you open for him. More oil is poured between your cheeks, easing the burn of Caleb adding a third and final finger. This is a routine you’re more than used to by now so thankfully it doesn’t take long to prepare you.
“Listen to you.” Caleb says, withdrawing his fingers to give them a quick wipe on his trousers before coating his cock in the same oil. “Panting and whining. Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”
You feel the blunt head of Caleb’s cock at your ass, even with the preparation he is always a struggle to fit. Eventually you feel the head of him notch past your tight ring and all three of you groan out in pleasure.
“Holy f-fuck.” Caleb gasps. “I didn’t think it’d feel this different. You’re so…shit.”
He continues to push into you slowly.
“Yes.” Zayne says through gritted teeth. “Somehow she is even tighter.”
You press your face into Zayne’s neck and feel the vibration of his groans against your nose. You try to relax your holes but you’re wound up so tight you find yourself clenching around them every couple of seconds. The sensation of squeezing around two cocks is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You whine when Caleb finally sheathes himself fully inside of you. You sink further back down onto Zayne, taking both of their lengths to the hilt, completely stuffed full of them.
“‘M so full.” You slur. “Feels s’good to have you both inside of me.”
They wait for a moment, allowing you time to adjust and stretch around them both, but also enjoying the feel of the three of you coming together as one. The two men you have spent your whole life loving - taking care of you, owning you, completely filling you to the brim until the only thoughts left in your head are how much you need them to fuck you into oblivion.
Caleb is the first to move, the metal of his belt poking into your skin as he rocks his hips at a gentle pace. Zayne rubs his palms up and down your thighs soothingly, mumbling praise into your ear.
“You’re doing so well for us, aren’t you.” You feel his hips roll up into you ever so slightly. “Such a good girl, taking our cocks so perfectly.”
Zayne’s hands move up to your hips, holding you steady and anchoring you to him. He begins to thrust more, and although he lacks the maneuverability Caleb has he is still able to grind his cock impossibly deep inside you. Caleb’s hips begin to bounce harder into your ass and Zayne’s cock rubs insistently at your g-spot. Teeth and nails bite into skin and you can begin to feel yourself being lost to this pleasure.
Caleb’s forehead comes to rest between your shoulderblades, breath hot on your back.
“I can…I can feel - oh my God - I can feel you moving inside her as well.” Caleb groans.
The feeling is so foreign; every time Caleb pulls out he can feel Zayne’s cock through your wall pushing back in. Their cocks rub against each other, separated only by your own anatomy and he finds it so utterly filthy. He only wonders what it might feel like to remove that barrier; to feel the General’s cock skin to skin as they both sit snuggly inside your stretched cunt. He almost comes at the thought.
“I can feel you too.” Zayne breathes. “You both feel incredible.”
They’re moving faster inside of you now, working in tandem to break you down piece by piece. They surround you, bodies caging you in, scents filling your nose like a drug, and you’re so overwhelmed by the two of them that all you can do is slump against Zayne and take whatever they give you.
“Look at our girl.” Caleb coos. “So cock drunk she doesn’t know what to do with herself.”
The sounds in the room are obscene. The pounding of Caleb’s hips against your ass, the wet squelching of your cunt, and three sets of moans and groans as you all take pleasure from each other. Your eyes are hazy and unfocused and all you can do is let out a stream of whimpering moans as the High Marshal and Grand General use their Empress to their hearts’ contents.
“Perhaps we should do - mm, shit - do this more often.” Zayne stutters out. “When she gets a little too bratty for our liking.” He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes. “Keep her nice and compliant for us.”
“You like the sound of that?” Caleb asks, arm wrapping around the front of your shoulders and chest to drag you up to him, mouth placed next to your ear. “Us putting you back in your place with our cocks?”
“God yes!” Your walls clamp down around them. “Let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Careful with those words, baby sister.” A dark chuckle sounds next to your ear. “ Or we’ll have you on all fours, filled at both ends in front of the Council to let them know who’s really in charge.”
You know he’d never do it, he’s far too territorial, but the image alone is enough to have you almost coming undone.
“Please,” You beg. “Wanna come for you. Both of you. Feels s’fucking good.”
Caleb fucks into you harder, your breasts bouncing with every slam of his hips against yours. There’s a tightness in your belly, somehow familiar yet unfamiliar. You’re close to your release but something feels different, more intense.
“Caleb, rub at her poor neglected clit.” Zayne orders as he reaches up to twist and pull at your nipples. “Now, be a good girl and come for us.”
“Oh fu -” You choke out.
Your brother’s fingers rubbing firm circles against your swollen nub is all you need to finally push you over that edge and you explode with a silent scream. Walls clench around the two cocks still moving in and out of you and Caleb holds you as your spasms take over. Zayne looks down to where you are connected and groans, watching the watery juices spill out of you with every roll of his hips. Your body tingles all over, you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you’re not even aware of the pathetic sounds you’re making. High-pitched whines and moans leave your mouth while Caleb continues to torture your poor little clit, overstimulating you to the point where you can feel another stream of cum spill out of you, soaking into Zayne’s trousers.
They fuck you through your orgasm, enjoying the feel of your walls contracting around their lengths and squeezing their cocks even tighter together. Caleb fucks you without restraint now, clearly chasing his own high and Zayne can feel himself teetering on the edge. He looks up at the two of you. You with your eyes closed, face completely blissed out and looking like you’re on cloud nine. And Caleb who is looking back at him, lips parted with the occasional grunt. His eyes flick down to Zayne’s lips, just once and for only a second but it’s enough for Zayne to notice. He doesn’t allow himself time to think, he reaches up and places a hand on the back of Caleb’s neck, dragging him down to meet his lips in a hot and messy kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth as they jostle around whilst fucking into you but you’re pretty sure it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Zayne bites Caleb’s lip and groans loudly behind clenched teeth and then you feel it, his hot release filling up your worn out little cunt. A couple more weak rocks of his hips up into you and he stills, forehead still pressed against your brother’s.
“Come for us.” Zayne says again, but this time not to you. He grabs and tugs the hair at the nape of Caleb’s neck. “She needs to be full of both of us.”
Caleb’s face scrunches up, hands grabbing fistfuls of flesh at your hips and pounds into you relentlessly until he’s shuddering behind you.
“Holy fuck -” He cries, voice strained as he pumps the last few remaining spurts of cum into your ass.
Zayne lets go of Caleb’s hair and flops back on the sofa. Meanwhile your brother’s head drops to your shoulder, shaky breaths coming in and out as he tries to calm himself.
You’re all panting, completely spent.
“That was…” Caleb trails off.
“Yeah..” Zayne closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing.
You can feel them pulse inside you, practically throbbing in time with your heartbeat, and as much as you don’t want to let them go, your walls are beginning to burn from the stretch of accommodating them.
You slowly raise yourself, two cocks dragging against your walls before slipping out of you. The rush of cum that seeps out is immediate. It drips out of both holes, making a sticky mess between your thighs, and Caleb watches in awe. His cum dribbles down to your puffy, used folds and mixes with Zayne’s seed before pooling on the sofa beneath you. Zayne’s fingers make an appearance, scooping up some of the mixture before pushing it back inside you. Your head falls back with a groan.
“Zayne what’re you - oh, right there…” You whisper gently, Zayne’s two fingers curling against your g-spot. “I don’t know if I can…”
“Come again?” Zayne finishes for you. “I believe you’re more than capable, Your Majesty.”
You lean down to kiss him. It’s a slow and languid kiss, matching the movements of his fingers inside you, gently teasing out one final orgasm. You reach back blindly for your brother, lips refusing to leave Zayne’s, and you tug on his shirt to pull him closer. Caleb takes the hint and presses his back into you, hands running up and down your sides, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your neck and shoulders. One hand slips round your front to fondle your clit, so hard and sensitive.
“Yes…please…” You part from Zayne’s lips with a cry.
“Thought you couldn’t come again.” Your brother teases.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You demand, twisting your body slightly to crane your neck up and meet Caleb’s lips in an awkward but tender kiss.
His tongue gently caresses the inside of your mouth as your breathing grows harsh, Zayne’s fingers beginning to move firmer inside you. You pull away knowing there’s one more thing you’re missing.
“Wanna see you…” You mumble shyly. “You know…you two…”
Zayne chuckles so casually you wouldn’t believe he’s got two fingers knuckle deep inside you right now.
“Did you like it when we kissed?” He asks gently. “Would you like to watch us again?”
You give a minute nod, of course you want to watch again. Seeing them kiss was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. In fact, there’s several other things you’d quite like to watch them do together…
Caleb leaning over and planting a hand next to Zayne’s head brings you out of your wandering thoughts. With only the gentle movements of their hands on and in your pussy you’re able to observe them with a clearer mind than before. Caleb’s head slowly bows down to meet Zayne’s, watching him as he does so. His eyes flick to his lips; once, twice. And then he’s nudging Zayne’s nose with his own, so gentle it could be mistaken for a lover’s nuzzle. Their lips meet softly, Zayne’s bottom lip slotting between Caleb’s before pressing his mouth harder against him. They breathe heavily through their noses, lips and tongues moving against each other, and a groan comes from one of them, you’re not sure who, and all the while their fingers still tease your cunt.
Your heart fills with a tenderness you weren’t expecting.
Eventually Caleb pulls away, a string of spit connecting them for a second before his tongue pokes out to lap it up.
“You enjoy the show?” He looks down at you with a smirk.
“From the way her tight little cunt is gripping my fingers I’d say yes.” Zayne chimes in. “Now, give us that final orgasm.”
His fingers move with purpose inside you, hooked up and unrelenting against your g-spot. You lean back against your brother and his own finger pushes harder down on your poor, sensitive clit.
“Our perfect girl.” Caleb whispers in your ear. “Wanna see you come all over his fingers, c’mon.”
Caleb’s gentle encouragement and Zayne’s coaxing fingers bring you right to the edge. One hand grips the forearm between your thighs and the other scrabbles at the knee underneath your ass. Your whole face scrunches up, body tenses, holding your breath until you finally tip over that cliff with a long, deep groan. Pleasure rolls through your entire body, gentle spasms along with the rhythmic clenching of your pussy.
“Theeere you go.” Your brother praises, his fingers continuing to lightly run across your clit, dragging out your orgasm and making you twitch. “So, so good for us.”
“You did so well, my love.” Zayne leans up to press a soft kiss upon your jaw, his fingers slipping out of you. “What a good girl you are.”
You bite your lip to try and suppress the huge grin you want to let out, their praise making you feel so warm and fuzzy. They bring you down from your high with gentle caresses, littering your body with the softest and most delicate of kisses. You can barely keep your eyes open, the exhaustion of the evening suddenly setting in now that the fog of lust has lifted.
There’s quiet murmurings between the boys and then one of them is lifting you, cradling you close to his chest. You’re gently placed on your bed and you feel the familiar hands of Caleb cleaning you up, as he has done so many times before. You sneak a peak when you hear the rustling of clothes and watch as Zayne carefully removes and folds his jacket and trousers before climbing into bed in just his underclothes. You immediately nestle into his side, head resting on his chest, his arm coming round to hold you while he pulls the sheets up over you both. More noise comes from behind you and then you feel the dip of the bed. Caleb surrounds you in his embrace, his bare chest against your back and he’s nuzzling into your neck causing you to let out a little giggle.
A comfortable quiet surrounds the three of you. Zayne finds his hand drifting from your back to the man resting behind you. Caleb’s eyes close, a hand tangles in his hair, fingers carding through the thick strands and gently massaging his scalp.
Zayne keeps waiting for the moment when the cloud of lust will clear from his brain, when sense and morality finally return to him and the stomach churning feeling of guilt will wash over him. Except it doesn’t. If anything he’s thinking clearer than he ever has. These two people, these siblings, one tucked into his chest and the other under his arm - they are his. His to love, his to protect.
“When did all this begin?” He asks gently, “The two of you, I mean.”
Silence hangs in the air. You know Caleb is allowing you to take the first step, he knows you need to be the one to tell him.
“When I came of age,” You begin quietly. “It was something my friends were talking about one day, about what sex would be like for the first time, how they all wanted it to be with someone they loved and cared for. How it should be with someone special.” You fiddle with the sheet draped loosely over Zayne’s waist. “I knew then and there that it was something I would only entrust to the person who has looked out for me my whole life, the one person who has always made me feel safe - my brother.” Caleb’s arm tightens around you and a kiss is pressed to your bare shoulder. “Caleb was my first and only…until you.”
Zayne brushes a thumb back and forth across your hand, comforting you, letting you know it’s okay to be honest with him.
“By the time I realised it was wrong for a brother and sister to lay together in that way it was…it was too late.” You stroke your hand up and down Caleb’s arm. “He’d already claimed me, in more ways than one, and I didn’t care to change that.”
Zayne doesn’t ask for any further details, and for that you’re grateful. But also, he finds he doesn’t need to; he already understands that the bond between you and your brother goes beyond that of two normal siblings. You are bound in a way that can never be broken, in both body and soul.
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The rumours were endless after that night; how the Empress, the High Marshal, and the Grand General suddenly seemed more amenable with each other. Less bickering during council meetings, flitting glances to each other across the table. The gossip ran wild.
Whispers of noises heard from Her Majesty’s chambers at night were passed down through the service staff, most scoffed at the absurdity of it, but some delighted at the idea of a storybook romance. A princess finally finding not one, but two princes. And that maybe, when the Empress is away performing her Royal duties, even the High Marshal and Grand General find comfort in one another. A comfort they once both ignored but now choose to embrace.
But these were just fanciful tales, surely.
