Chapter LXXV: Control
As Isabella shifted her attention to Damian, the king’s arousal surged. He watched, both enraged and enthralled, as Damian’s hands began to explore her body, pinching her nipples and squeezing her thighs. The sight stirred something primal within him, a fierce desire to reclaim what was his, to assert his dominance. Damian moved closer, his lips brushing against her neck, eliciting a soft gasp from her. Isabella, ever composed, turned her gaze to the king, seeking his reaction.
The king's eyes were dark with desire, his emotions a tempestuous mix of anger, arousal, and possessiveness. He watched as Damian's hands wandered around Isabella's body, the sight both enraging and enticing him. The king leaned in, his breath hot against Isabella's ear.
Isabella’s eyes fluttered closed as Damian’s touch roamed over her skin, her breath hitching in her throat. The king’s gaze never left her, every movement, every sound she made igniting a fire within him. He could feel the heat rising between them, the water lapping against their bodies as the tension built.
With a growl, the king moved closer, positioning Isabella on top of him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her breasts against his chest. His other hand reached out, capturing one of her hands and placing it on his hard cock and the taking one of Damian’s hands and guiding it to a place that would please her. Damian began to finger her under the water while she handled the king’s cock. The two brothers’ hands worked in tandem, bringing Isabella to the brink of ecstasy.
The king’s mouth found the curve of Isabella’s neck, his teeth grazing her skin. His lips found hers in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Isabella responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Prince Damian, not to be outdone, kissed a trail down Isabella's neck, his hands continuing their journey lower. Isabella's moans were swallowed by the king's mouth, her body trapped between the two powerful men.
Damian's hands roamed over Isabella's body, his touch equally commanding. He tilted her head back, his lips trailing a path of fiery kisses down her neck. His eyes, dark with hunger, met the king's in a silent dare. The competition for dominance was palpable, each man striving to outdo the other, to leave a mark that would assert their control.
The king growled low in his throat, his hands moving to Isabella's hips, lifting her slightly to position her as he desired. His cock slid into her wet, eager cunt so easy as if she wasn’t tight. Isabella moaned, her body responding to the intensity of his desire. "Yes, my king," she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of submission and excitement.
Damian’s hands slid lower, exploring Isabella’s curves with a confident, almost arrogant touch. He positioned himself behind her, his movements deliberate and forceful.
The two men moved in tandem, their actions synchronized yet competitive. The water sloshed around them, splashing over the sides of the tub as they claimed Isabella with an intensity that bordered on feral. Each thrust, each touch, was a declaration of power, a challenge to the other.
Isabella found herself caught in the tempest of their rivalry, her senses overwhelmed by the raw, primal energy of their need. The king’s hands guided her with a firm grip, his eyes never leaving hers, while Damian’s touch was both aggressive and calculated, designed to elicit the maximum response.
The king’s growls and Damian’s rough whispers filled the air, mingling with Isabella’s gasps and moans. The competition between them drove the intensity higher, their movements more forceful, their touch rougher.
The king’s breath hitched as he watched Isabella turn towards Damian. The sight of her submitting to another man ignited something deep within him, a need to prove his dominance even as he shared her. He leaned back, his eyes never leaving Isabella, ready to reclaim her the moment he felt his control slipping.
Taking a deep breath, Isabella knelt in the warm water, turning her attention to Damian. She could feel the king's presence behind her, his heat radiating through the steam-filled room. Damian pulled her head towards his cock and as she began to please him with her mouth, she felt the king's hands grip her hips, his touch firm and demanding.
Damian let out a low groan, his hands tangling in Isabella's hair as she moved, her mouth. The king positioned himself behind her, his grip tightening as he prepared to take her. With a rough, primal thrust, he entered her, a guttural growl escaping his lips.
The dual sensations overwhelmed Isabella, the intensity of the moment driving her wild. The king's movements were powerful and relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body. Damian's own desire was evident in the way he responded to her, his hips moving towards her face as she took in his cock deep down her throat while the king’s cock was deep down her cunt.
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