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Sleep had been difficult for Sylvestian of late. What was worse, was that the 7th princess knew this. Had his own princess known, it would be inconvenient, a little embarrassing perhaps, but because she would not bother asking the content or offering comfort, it would not be so bad. Princess Eveinrose, on the other hand, was kind, empathetic, and caring in such a way that she unintentionally made him feel guilty about the dreams.
Then there was Mikael. His best friend, and who he knew to be the king of homunculi. Syl knew something was going on between the 7th princess and Mikael beyond what the mere loyalty bond all homunculi were compelled to feel. Mikael had clearly told Syl he chose to sleep with his princess. That alone was a world so different from Sylvestian’s that he could not help but wonder what those feelings would be like. And therein lay the problem.
Once he began thinking about desiring someone, the only person he could ever imagine desiring was Princess Eveinrose. It felt like a betrayal. A betrayal of his friendship with Mikael, and a betrayal of the kindness Princess Eve had shown him. It would not have been so bad had it only stopped at mere speculation but that cursed dragon and its powers made the betrayal all the more palpable by turning these disconnected thoughts into vivid and erotic dreams. And last night was the worst.
It started out with the memory of Princess Eve sharing tea with Syl in her tent. Syl was nervous because the princess was asking about his dreams. He tried to dodge the question, but the princess would not have it.
“Sir Millard, there is no shame in dreams,” she said, pausing to sip from her teacup, “Tell me. What has been troubling you?”
He didn’t want to tell her, but at the same time he felt relief as he said, “You. I’ve been dreaming of you.”
She paused with her teacup halfway to her lips, shock on her face, “Really? Me? Not Rosie?”
Syl shuddered at the mention of the 8th princess. “No, not the 8th princess, Eve. Only you.”
It took him a moment to realize his mistake, “I beg your pardon, Your Highness, I –”
She set down her drink and lifted a hand to stop Sylvestian, “You know Sir Millard, Mikael told me only someone who wished to sleep with me would call me by my name.” When he did not meet her eyes, she rose from her seat and approached him. “Would you please look at me, Sir Millard?”
He wanted to run away from her kind and gentle voice, but at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to look at her lovely face. Eventually, his cowardliness won out, and he met her gaze.
“Do you want me?” She asked.
He swallowed audibly, “Yes, Eve.”
She reached down and stroked his cheek. Without meaning to, he leaned into the touch. When at last she spoke, she said, “Do you know what I object to the most about my family’s polygamous practice? It is the lack of consent from the homunculi.”
This surprised Syl. It was known that the royal family was not faithful to one person. Some even found it necessary. One of the jobs of the homunculi was to prepare the royals for that life by servicing them at night. Consent from the homunculi was never a question.
No. Now that he thought about it. It was always a question. That is what bothered him when Mikael confessed that he chose to have sex with Eve. Mikael choosing to say yes meant that he could also say no, and that was something he hadn’t realized he wanted. He had never desired the 8th princess, but he knew that he could not refuse her so what did his feelings on it matter? And, here was Eve telling him that it did matter.
Seeing the revelation on his face, Eve asked again, “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” he said again, this time with more certainty.
Eve leaned in close, whispering against his lips, “Then have me.”
Giving in to the urge, he kissed her. This kiss was unlike any he had previously experienced. Before, kissing had simply been a touching of lips or tongues that felt awkward, unaffecting, and wet. Now, he understood why the 8th princess insisted on kissing because he too never wanted to stop.
He wanted to taste this passion for as long as he could. He wanted to revel in the whimpers of pleasure the light skimming of his hands over Eve’s waist elicited. He could live on the moans muffled by his tongue in her mouth. Finally, he understood not just the how, but the why to Mikael’s choice.
Suddenly, Syl pulled away. His breathing was heavy, and his racing mind came crashing to a stop. “Mikael,” he said, his words and ardor doused with grief.
Eve pulled away, smiling softly, “Do not worry,” She said a little louder, “Mikael?”
The man himself entered the tent, looking unbothered by what he most likely overheard. Syl, for his part, was embarrassed, ashamed, and terrified to lose his friend.
“Sir Millard would like to sleep with me,” Eve said calmly, “Is that alright with you?”
Mikael smiled his affection at his princess, “Of course,” then as though to answer Syl’s unasked question, “I have the privilege of being your only knight, but I know I cannot be your only love.”
Eve smiled brilliantly at Mikael, crossing the small space to join him by his side. With clear and pure affection, she embraced him in a hug, snuggling into his shoulder. Had Syl not had the extraordinary hearing of homunculi, he would have missed her saying, “I am as much yours as you are mine.” For reasons he could not explain, those words caused a pang in his chest.
Mikael replied unselfconsciously, “Would you like me by your side for this?”
Eve released him, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.”
Mikael smiled wickedly, “It does have its appeal.”
“Sir Millard?” Eve asked his opinion.
Caught off guard, it took Sylvestian a moment to process the question. Mikael wanted to stay here and watch as Sylvestian and Princess Eveinrose were intimate. He would see Syl kiss Eve. He would see Syl touch Eve’s most private of places. He would see exquisite pleasure on Eve’s face when Syl entered her, bringing her to new heights of pleasure with his body. The thought of Mikael watching all this but unable to do anything about it had blood rush to Sylvestian’s lower half.
Eyeing the growing bulge in his pants, Eve unconsciously licked her lips, “I think he likes the idea.” Kneeling in front of the seated Sylvestian, Eve laid her hands on his warm thighs, “If you want this, spread your knees and present yourself to me.”
Syl hesitated for only a moment, glancing at Mikael for one final confirmation that he would not lose his friend over this. When he saw his friend rapturously staring at his lover on her knees, one hand lightly caressing the outline of his own erection, Syl held back no more. Spreading his legs wide, he undid the falls of his pants, his hard member leaking from eager enthusiasm.
Leaning forward, Eve took Sylvestian’s penis in hand, rolling down the foreskin to expose the crown. After placing a teasing kiss on the underside, she slid her tongue across the peak lapping up the pre-cum that dripped out. Slowly, she took him in her mouth. The warm heat of her and the movements of her tongue as more of his penis filled her felt impossibly good. Truly, he thought nothing else could feel this good. He was wrong.
Unconsciously, he seemed to have closed his eyes. He opened them, needing to see Eveinrose as she sucked and teased him. Watching her head and hand work in tandem with the intent to bring him pleasure – knowing that should he glance at Mikael, the other man would be just as focused on his partner, now their partner – that made everything feel even better.
Just as he was about to climax, Syl had a thought. Should this be his only assignation with Eveinrose, he wanted to bring her pleasure too.
“May I touch you?” he haltingly said.
Eve stopped what she was doing with her mouth to reply, “Only if you cum on me first.”
Syl found that he could not deny her as the very suggestion of the act brought him to the edge. With a few strokes of Eveinrose’s hand, Sylvestian was orgasming, the cloudy white liquid covering her from her chin to her chest.
Eve smiled with satisfaction, “Oh dear, my dress is dirty. I should take it off.”
Standing, she did so with the type of efficiency that only existed in dreams. Once she was naked, she said, “Mikael, come stand over here,” and pointed to a spot across from Syl.
As Mikael was obeying her command, Syl watched him for signs of displeasure. To the contrary, his friend wore a look of pure lust on his face. Sometime while Eve was going down on Syl, Mikael had undone his own pants, exposing and working his erection.
With Mikael in position, Eve said, “Good. I hope you enjoy the view from there.” Sitting on Sylvestian’s lap facing away from him, she said, “You said you wanted to touch me.”
Heart racing, Sylvestian moved Eveinrose’s curtain of hair to expose her neck and placed soft kisses on her collarbone. Her moans encouraged his hands to explore. First, her soft waist, feeling the tremors of excitement dance across her belly. Second, up to her full breasts, kneading them loving the cry of pleasure pitching her nipples elicited.
“You like that, Princess?” Mikael said, his voice husky as he fondled and stroked himself.
“Yes!” she cried out when Syl pitched her nipples once again.
Bracing her with his hands, Syl used his legs to spread Eve’s thighs, exposing her dripping wet pussy for Mikael to see. In doing so, Mikael could also see Syl’s growing erection.
“You both seem to like it,” Mikael said with admiration.
Syl looked up to meet Mikael’s gaze. The intensity of the connection as they watched each other and listened to Eve’s cries of pleasure made Sylvestian fully hard once more. Not looking away, Syl guided his cock between Eve’s folds but did not enter her. Instead, he slid his cock head against her vulva, spreading her wetness around. He felt her jolt every time his dick found her clitoris until she could take no more and she started grinding against him needing more pressure.
“Sylvestian,” she panted his name, “please, fuck me.”
It was a request. Not a command, but a plea. Even now, this princess was giving him the option to stop what they were doing and walk away.
He entered her. She was tight in this position, so much so that he nearly lost himself on the first stroke, but he willed himself to hold back. He would not cum again until she was screaming his name. He pounded into her relentlessly, knowing when he found the best angle for her pleasure when she started clenching around him and muttering incoherently.
Only when she finally called out, “Sylvestian!”while shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over her did both her partner’s allow themselves to join her.
Turning her head, she kissed him full and deep with the languid satisfaction of a satiated appetite.
“Sylvestian,” she said once again, but this time with an aching softness that forced his consciousness awake.
That had been the worst part of the dream. Her gentle voice calling him by his name. It mocked not only his hopes but was a mockery of the princess herself. She would never say his name with lustful longing, of that he was sure. But, there was a chance, no matter how slight, that she may speak his name with a friendly fondness. And, that would sound so close to this nightmare so as to make no difference.
He could no longer dare to even hope she would think of him as anything other than her sister’s personal knight. If he did, he would want so much more. No, for now, for always, and for the love he held for his dear friend Mikael, he would keep these feelings for her in his dreams.