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Sharing Their Toys

Chapter 60

King Louis took Corene to a bedroom on the royal wing of the castle, where Prince Wilford and Prince Graham were already sitting on the edge of the bed. King Louis led Corene along on her leash as he went to join them, and as she followed, she noticed with a gasp that slender Cen had been tied to the bedpost and hung upside-down. His paws were still bound behind his back by the gold rope, and his erection was glossy and dripping, as if it had been sucked and toyed with. Even his sack glistened with saliva, and his face was red and strained. He watched Corene crawling behind the king with her big breasts swinging down, and he squirted a little.

"There she is," said Prince Graham, leaning back on his paws.

The king sat on the bed between his brothers, still holding the leash as Corene came to a stop before them. She felt small and vulnerable before the three males, who were all hard-bodied and tall. She wished her breasts would stop trembling, as it made the brothers stare at them with narrowed eyes. She knelt with her thighs closed and her head down, and she didn't lift her gaze until the king whistled for her. He looked at her intently, and she knew what he wanted. She crawled up between his thighs and started undoing his belt with her teeth and tongue.

"Nice," said Wilford, who reached over and petted her long curls. But his eyes were on her trembling breasts and their hard pink nipples.

"As I understand it," said Graham, "she was Donica's spoilt little doll."

"Well, she's my doll now. Donica and I always shared our toys. Unlike you two."

Graham laughed. "We'll share tonight, brother. All night."

"How'd you get her to yield?" Wilford wondered.

"Simple," said the king.

The princes looked at him, waiting.

"Every time she opened her mouth to protest, I put my dick in it."

The princes laughed, but they fell silent as the king's hard penis emerged, pushing out thick and strong as his pants finally sagged open.

"Good," the king whispered. "Now do them."

Corene's heart thudded miserably, but she obeyed, crawling up between the legs of each prince to undo their pants with her teeth and tongue. Graham stroked her mane and whispered that she had a pretty mouth as she undid him. Wilford massaged her aching breasts and touched her cheek as she undid him. She pulled back again and bowed her head, trembling at the thought of three hard penises in front of her.

"Come," the king whispered to Corene and tugged her leash.

Still trembling, Corene obeyed, climbing up between his legs to look at him. He smoothed down her curls and cupped the back of her head, and she obediently began to lick him. Slowly. Wetly. Slurping as she dragged her tongue along. As the others watched. She paused to spit on him, letting her salvia ooze down his shaft, and his eyes hooded as she began to lick again. He grunted, and they saw him swell thick against her tongue. He curled his fingers in the back of her mane and guided her mouth down over him. The sound of soft sucking soon filled the room as her head went up and down in his lap.

"Shit," Wilford whispered, rock hard as he watched. "She can take it all the way in . . ."

"She's had practice," said the king with a smile, and Corene blushed as the prince's chuckled.

It was true, though. Corene had deep-throated Etienne in a desperate attempt to make him more fond of her. Of course, it hadn't worked.

"Mm," moaned Graham, whose erection was flinching. "Bring that pretty mouth over here . . ." He tugged on Corene's leash.

Corene obeyed. She went obediently to each hard penis and sucked it, slowly and wetly, her backside jutting as she knelt between each male's legs and pleasured him. Wilford demanded her breasts as well, and she rubbed them on his erection as she sucked the head until he grimaced, on the verge of coming.

"I want her," said Graham breathlessly, "on my face." He grabbed Corene by her narrow waist and threw her on the bed as if she weighed nothing. Her breasts bounced heavily and she lay there, watching as the brothers undressed, pealing off their waistcoats with eyes that were narrowed on her curvy body.

They closed in around her, lifting her up, caressing her curves, massaging her breasts. She whimpered each time they touched her breasts, which were terribly sore, but they thought she was simply afraid and tried to calm her by kissing her neck. They guided her to sit on Graham's face, and her clit started pumping when he grabbed her by the hips and licked everything between her legs until her thighs were trembling.

Wilford bent her forward by the neck, smoothing his paw down her back to her tail. He pushed it aside . . . and crammed his massive erection in her anus. Corene screamed softly as he filled her. He gritted his fangs as he plunged through her heat and sighed, long and satisfied. Her entire body went still and she squeezed her eyes shut, gasping and straining against him. But there was no stopping that thick intrusion pushing deep inside. He grabbed her breasts in fistfuls, and she whimpered as he began to thrust, slowly and deeply. She bowed her head, sobbing softly with each careful punch.

The king's big paw curled in Corene's mane and pulled her head up. His penis was in her face when she lifted her eyes. He crammed it in her mouth without pausing. She choked weakly, her muffled cries vibrating on his shaft as her cheeks bunched in her eyes, as tears slipped down her long lashes. Graham was still sucking her clit, but he moved up for her breasts. She tensed when he clutched them in fistfuls, until his fingers sank in their softness, and as he rolled his tongue against her nipples, King Louis and Prince Wilford rocked her gently between them.

"Mm! Mm! Mm!" Corene cried helplessly.

King Louis' nostrils flared and he thrust harder in her face, stabbing himself to the back of her throat. She slobbered on him, her shapely body rocking from their thrusts. Her breasts were flapping, and she realized Graham had stopped sucking her nipples. He was fingering her sex, carefully caressing. She shivered when he massaged her clit, then his erection crammed up and in, sliding between the oozing moisture of her lips. She grunted on the king's erection, and her lips clenched on Graham as entered her.

The brothers' moans and sighed soon filled the room, rising with Corene's muffled gasps and sobs. They rocked her until she was too trembling and weak to hold herself up, and when it looked as if she was going to fall, they let her tumble to the sheets.

Corene lay there, breasts riding with her gasps, as the brothers knelt naked and hard-bodied over her. They touched themselves, looking at her big breasts with narrowed eyes. The king grabbed her by the face and let his seed spatter across her open mouth. She had barely swallowed before Graham grabbed her by the mane and dragged her face to his erection. He crammed it in her mouth as she lay on her side, gurgling to suck him.

Wilford spread her legs, and holding her thighs open, he slipped his fingers in her sex and glided them slowly, watching as her juices oozed and creamed over. He buried his face between her legs and licked it away, only to sink his fingers until she creamed again. She was coming so hard, she thought she would faint, and her heart beat wildly as she wondered where the king was.

The king appeared at her side. He lay beside her, then buried his face in her breasts and sucked them. She watched, Graham's penis filling her mouth, as the king massaged and licked her sore breasts. She wished they stop touching them and tensed every time. But he didn't notice her tensing and sucked hungrily.

Wilford plunged himself into her sex, and as he thrust against her, her plump breasts began to ride. She couldn't understand why they were so swollen, but the males couldn't keep their eyes off them. The king watched her breasts riding with narrowed eyes, occasionally smacking them until they blushed. "Take your dick out her mouth, Graham," he said. "I want to hear her scream."

Corene's heart hammered when Graham obeyed, pulling himself with a squelch from her mouth. He knelt over her instead, pinching her nipples as her breasts jiggled from every punch of Wilford's hungry phallus.

Wilford was getting in so thick and so deep, Corene's cum-stained mouth opened and she started to gasp. Wilford rode harder, faster, and her pink nipples rolled as Graham pinched them. Before long, she was screaming, "Ah! Ahhhaha! Ahhh . . . . ah!"

"My god," Graham whispered. "Look at her tits . . . they so full. And her pussy just keeps gushing."

"She's . . . a dirty girl," panted Wilford and smiled at Corene. He pulled himself from her with a soft suck. Corene saw his penis flinch, and then it squirted on her face, splattering across her cheek. Wilford backed off, and the king took Corene by the wrists . . . and sank his enormous shaft slowly in her sex. Corene moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head as the king began to pound her, pulling her arms to him as he rode. Her breasts flapped and rolled with every slam, her lips trembled, dripping with cum, as the king rocked her until the bed was shaking. Wilford put his penis in her mouth, and she gulped on it as Graham sucked her breasts.

Eventually, they dragged her up on her knees, and Corene screamed breathlessly as the king pulled her arms behind her back and pounded her again. Her breasts slapped each other as he took her, and when he was through, the princes took turns fingering her and licking her, until she was wet all over again. She sobbed against the pleasure, whispering, "Please, Daddy, no," to the king, who only laughed as he forced her mouth over his brother's penis.

They put her legs in the air, and Graham held them open as the king took her on her back, holding her yet again by the arms as he pounded her. She sucked one penis and jerked off the others, until they all came, squirting on her face.

They held her by the neck to the bed, and with her backside in the air, they licked everything between her thighs and pounded her again -- until she screamed, until her buttocks were red and jiggling, until she was sobbing from arousal, until the bed shook.

The king lay on the bed, and they sat her on his erection and made her suck and stroke the princes as she rode him. The princes squirted in her paws, the king squirted inside her, and when she sagged over, Graham took her to a chair, and she rode his thick penis as the others sat and smoked, watching with narrowed eyes as she braced her paws on his knees and rolled her hips on him. She snapped her backside up and down, mashing her hot sex on his erection as his big paw spanked her, urging her on. The sound of his paw slapping her ass soon filled the room, and when he grabbed her flapping breast in his fist and kept spanking her, she sobbed both from pleasure and pain.

Graham licked her neck hard, his eyes soft with sympathy. She trembled with arousal and gushed over him, and he moaned, smoothing his big paws down her back and to her tail as she made love to him. She rode him until she squirted and sagged over, and he gathered her limp body and lay her on the bed again.

Corene lay on the bed for a long time, naked, trembling, and covered in their cum, her breasts sore and aching, as they sat in chairs beside the fire, fully dressed, and calmly smoking as they talked in soft whispers of trivial things -- their wives wanting jewelry, their children wanting to vacation at this place or other, the foxes stirring things up in some nearby wood. Cen was taken down from the bedpost by the summoned Akbash slaves, and he served the royal males drinks on a tray, his paws now free but his penis still hard and unsatisfied.

They sat in quiet repose, completely ignoring Corene, and she couldn't believe it. But she was glad. She was tired and miserable and in such pain. Her breasts were practically screaming. And she just wanted to go to sleep and forget it had ever happened. She was still shivering, trying to shake the pleasure off, trying to ignore the hungry pumping of her clit. They had called her good and petted her, had encouraged her arousal, but she felt like a dirty whore for enjoying every disgusting moment of it. And she wanted to die.

She watched the Akbash come in and out with drinks and delicacies for the king and his brothers, and she suddenly understood how the Akbash and the Beauceron could enjoy being used, tied up, spanked, and ordered about. There was a certain freedom to it, an ecstasy in surrender she had never imagined. The relief of just . . . giving away. The pleasure of letting another take control. And Corene had yielded, only whispering a small plea when she felt the shame creeping up her cheeks in a blush again. Every time they put their erections in her face, she wanted to suck them, she wanted to smell them and touch them. And she was alarmed, confused, frightened of her own feelings. They were feelings she had been told were very wrong all her life. And yet . . . she was having them. Was it the way the Akbash felt? Was it the way Si-si felt when the king bent her over a chair? Did she feel free? On fire? Alive?

The Akbash certainly weren't ashamed. Cen served Prince Wilford a drink, and as he leaned over to pour it, the prince smoothed his paw along his shaft and gave it a long lick. Cen straightened up and calmly allowed his master to fondle him before the prince grew bored and waved him away. And Cen's face when he turned away was breathless and a little flushed with arousal but there was no shame. Corene wished she could be like that. She wished she could just enjoy the pleasure and not feel ashamed.

If only the king would show her the affection Prince Wilford showed to Cen. The prince often caressed Cen's tail as he was passing. And after a while, he made Cen set the drinks aside and sit in his lap. Cen obeyed and closed his eyes as his master stroked his mane and put his arm around him and held him close.

Corene lay there feeling sick to her stomach as the king and his brothers went on chatting about the weather. She wanted to say something but was afraid and let her stomach twist and gurgle instead. By the time Si-si arrived, Corene was balled up tight in a little ball and crying.

"There you are," the king said as Si-si knelt beside his chair. He pulled on his cigar and exhaled a curl of smoke, his rings glittering in the firelight. "Take Corene and get her washed up, will you? And put her to bed. The little thing should have a very good rest. And don't bother Yvonne with it, either. Take her to my private chambers."

Si-si rose and came to the bed with swaying hips and bouncing breasts. She was much taller than Corene and stronger. She gathered Corene carefully in her arms, but she hadn't even made it to the door when Corene looked at her . . . and threw up.

"Oh my," laughed Prince Wilford. "Maybe we played a bit too hard?"

"Nonsense," said the king with a disgusted wave of his paw. "We were gentle as lambs." He lurched up from his chair and came to Si-si, who looked at him as she held Corene, completely baffled.

Corene's lip was trembling, but at least she felt better. The sick on her chin and chest was mostly water, as she hadn't eaten anything since the night before. The king hadn't fed her on purpose in preparation of his brothers' visit.

The king's eyes narrowed on Corene's breasts, and she couldn't understand the suspicion in his gaze. He closed his big paw on her breast and slowly squeezed, looking at her face as if for a reaction. She sobbed at the sudden pain. Her breasts were still very sore, and it hurt desperately when he squeezed that hard. Tears filled her eyes and she trembled. He let go, and his fingers when they touched her cheek were so gentle, she went still. She looked at his chest, afraid of the expression she might see on his face.

"Look at me," the king softly commanded.

Corene slowly obeyed and relief washed over her when she saw his face. He wasn't angry. He was standing calmly with his paws at his sides, looking at her with a strained expression that startled her. "Corene," he said heavily, " . . . are you pregnant?"

Somewhere in the shadows, Corene heard Candy Cane laughing.