A Long, Hard Life

They cry in the dark
So you can't see their tears
They hide in the light
So you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget
All the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child

Because hell, hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh

– "Hell is for Children" by Pat Benatar

***

"He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief."

– Francis Bacon

Chonay's Perspective
Six months ago

I awoke with a gasp. My eyes flew open with surprise but I saw only darkness. I twisted the bedding in my hands, my back arch, as waves of sublime ecstasy radiated from my core and spread quickly through every cell of my body.

I slumped into a heap of boneless satiation, my brain firing furiously to make sense of what just happened.

I lay on my back in what felt like a huge bed. Cool air touched my naked body save where a man bracketed me on either side. Hot, moist lips suckled at my breasts while fingers from two hands probed into my most intimate depths. The pair worried my prostate into an explosive release and my back arched again, already rising to another anal orgasm.

This seemed to delight my alluring incubi by the deep, throaty chuckling that vibrated against my breastbone. Memory of last night's flurry of lovemaking raced to fill my mind before the pleasure of my release consumed me.

I screamed joyfully, the pads of my feet finding purchase and pushing me upward until only they and the back of my head remained on the bed. My body seized with exquisite bliss but my sexy demons rode with me, keeping their fingers firmly ensconced inside my bucking ass. I thrashed uncontrollably, thrilled to experience such cathartic loss of control. Then, as suddenly as it struck, my climax ebbed. I thumped with a breathy grunt and squirmed as they continued stimulating me.

"STOP!" I laughed, begged, and commanded in the same breath. I writhed in their relentless grasp, hoping they would ignore me and drive me to three mind-shattering climaxes. They eased out of me with adoring laughter, wrapping me in a beefy burrito of blond bodies. They kissed me, ignoring my morning breath.

"Good morning," Emil nuzzled my ear. "Have you always been able to do that?" He asked.

"Do what?" I puzzled through what he might be referring to when he propped on an elbow beside me.

"You have anal orgasms at the drop of a pin. It's incredibly hot!"

Now I felt on firmer footing. "The same thing that gives me three sex chromosomes and Autism Spectrum Disorder gives me hypersensitive nerve endings. I always have blended orgasms during sex. I'll keep having anal orgasms as long as you stimulate my prostate."

"Good to know…." He sounded like a cheesy mad scientist while sliding his finger slowly back to my hole. I opened my legs for him despite begging for him to stop only a short time ago. Big Brother did not seem to get the message.

Anton caressed my skin lovingly. "I didn't mean to wake you like that. I was afraid I'd hurt you last night. I tried to feel if you were bleeding."

"You are such a liar," Emil teased Anton before explaining it to me. "I was feeling you up and he tried to slip one under the wire before he had to apologize."

"Apologize, why?" I frowned and Anton averted his gaze.

"I lost control last night. I could have hurt you, badly. I was surprised to find you were already lubed. We were lucky." He glared at Emil while still addressing me. "I was checking you for injury but you seemed fine."

"Oh, yes, I feel fine! I had an idea where things might go last night so I prepared. I had no idea what I was in for with you two but I had a great time!" I stretched my mighty 5'4" frame inside their 6'4" and 6'2" cocoon of masculine muscles. I saw they were still a little spooked so I continued.

"I'll tell you why later, but don't worry about your size. I can take you easily, probably both of you at once."

My words had the predictable effect as their serpentine organs roused to the challenge. The brothers gave each other a look somewhere between checking me for fever and fist bumping at their good fortune. I decided to steer the conversation in a different direction.

I pushed out of their grasp enough to flip so that my head rested back against the foot of the mattress. My hair pooled on the floor below. I hooked my knees and drew them up. Anton and Emil now enjoyed a view of my muscular thighs and meaty little ass from below. I used two fingers to rub my sphincter invitingly.

"Emil, please feed me your incredible cock?"

I laughed as the bed suddenly bounced, nearly jostling me onto the floor. I expected Emil to plunge into me like his brother last night but he surprised me. He kissed my sphincter tenderly, demonstrating a degree of care I found touching as well as erotic. He lapped at my entrance with expertise I found surprising from him. Soon he burrowed inside me with his tongue, taking lewd liberties with my vulnerable hole.

Anton called for the blackout drapes to open, momentarily blinding us but treating us to a spectacular view of midtown Manhattan. He stood at the end of the bed straddling my hair and took his prodigious cock in hand.

Beads of clear precum wept from the eye of his crown. He dabbed my bottom lip with it and drew a long, sticky string between us. I opened my mouth and beckoned him forward.

Anton wedged his cock in the back of my throat and continued pushing. My throat lined up perfectly to receive him  and before long Anton's swollen balls batted against the underside of my nose, filling me with the smell of his sweat, his natural musk, and spent seed.  Tears streamed from my eyes with effort but nothing compared to feeling my lover's long cock throbbing deeply inside my throat. I took him to the root and swallowed, massaging his full length with my throat muscles.

"FUCK!" His knees threatened to buckle in response. He growled lustily at my challenge, shoved into me until I choked, then yanked out, pulling runnels of spit and his precum to dribble into my hair.

"You like this rough stuff," His voice rumbled dangerously.

"Sometimes, like now," I dug into his piss slit with the tip of my tongue.

"Take it then!" He snarled. "Take it all, bitch!" He pumped into me again, grunting savagely as I squeezed him. He probed more, faster, rocking his hips, twisting, stretching my lips as he sought to drill deeper. Before long he huffed like an engine, sweat flying from his brow. He squeezed my throat, feeling as his sex pistoned through my esophagus. The beast that fucked me last night had returned with a vengeance and I loved it.

Anton's transformation triggered Emil. He mounted me swiftly and rammed my prostate like a piledriver. I tore at the bedding, unable to scream in ecstasy as I hosed down Anton's rippling belly, my chin, and my chest with stream after stream of sweet, rich protein. Emil picked up his pace after that, matching his brother's intensity until I lost track of the number of my orgasms.

Finally, Anton shoved his meat to the hilt and emptied his balls until his cum dribbled down my cheeks. Emil lunged soon after and fertilized my hungry core.

Anton pulled his cock from my lips, filling my mouth with his frothy offering. Emil sucked his load from my greedy core, then licked up my spent passion. He kissed me, sharing his bounty. We swapped our treasure back and forth until it was thoroughly mixed. Anton chose then to kneel and kiss me, sharing the taste.

Anton massaged my temples with the pads of his thumbs. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Emil lay with his head on my chest. I combed my fingers through his hair as I looked up at Anton.

"I'm great," I purred. "Anton, I'm not fragile. I'm strong enough to defend myself. I like it when you lose control."

He smiled, "Good, 'cause I like losing control, occasionally."

"Me too!" Emil gave us a goofy grin.

"It's definitely more intense when there are three of us." I observed.

"It is, and it'll be sweeter when we make love."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to that!" I grinned. 

"Later," he pulled me to my feet with effortless strength and gave me a swat on the ass. "Let's clean up and eat. We have company soon."

"Oh, who?" I asked.

"Mother," Emil giggled.

The blood drained from my face. I felt the highly visible marks my lovers left on me. "Maybe I should get back to my hotel." I squeaked.

"Stay, please," Anton kissed my knuckles, giving me puppy eyes. "Mother wants to meet you."

"Isn't that a bit awkward?" I felt the flush in my skin creep deeply into my chest.

"Why, she knows we have sex." Anton seemed mystified by my reticence.

"She knows?" I cringed. "You told her?"

"Chonay, you're being silly. Let's clean up and prepare for her arrival."

***

The guys called an on-site tailor to replace my shirt. I told him to make something simple and cotton would do until I got back to my hotel. The bastard gave me a custom-fitted Egyptian linen dress shirt with pearl buttons. This shirt cost ten times what I paid for the original. I was terrified I might jelly on it.

Mom showed up in time to join us for breakfast. The boys neglected to mention that she was a big fricking deal. Mom was the Diplomatic Envoy from Denmark, Freja Asta-Aaldersen, and she was just in time to see our fresh love marks. My marks were obvious but her beautiful baby boys looked "well-chewed."

Freja stood 5'6" tall with a sultry, curvaceous figure that belied her 50 years. She bound long, pale blond locks in a modest coiffure, fitting for her station and for meeting young men for a casual breakfast. She dressed in business casual attire, leaf green trimmed with gold to accentuate her eyes, with a short jacket over a string tank blouse with fitted slacks and business heels. Her sons inherited her radiant beauty, her effortless grace, as well as the quiet strength of her bearing. She personified someone larger than life, one truly of noble blood, while remaining affable, accessible. I felt dumb on my feet only because she seemed so awesome.

The boys, damn them, did not bother hiding their marks. They never showed it outwardly but I got the impression from their easy banter with Mom that the brothers were not strangers to telling her about their nighttime conquests.

I imagined playful little chatterboxes pointing out their hickies with pride. "See Mom, he gave me this one when we necked. He gave me that one when we fucked and I got that one when he blew me backwards! IT WAS SO COOL!"

I must have looked ready to crawl under the furniture because Freja kept asking if I felt all right. She then asked something strange of the boys.

"He is the one?" She asked. Emil nodded with enthusiasm while Anton composed himself more formally.

"Yes, Mother," he blushed.

She cupped both of her sons by their chins. "You are certain of this? Once we make our move, we cannot go back."

"We're certain, Mother." Emil smiled sweetly and Anton agreed.

"I feel like I'm missing something." I looked between the three of them. Freja sat and addressed me.

"I apologize for the mystery but it is necessary. I will speak as plainly as I can. Our country, Denmark, is one of a few monarchies still in power. I am a daughter of the High Nobility, meaning I am in the line of succession, if distant. Anton, as my first-born, is also in line of succession. Emil is as well but to a lesser degree. Our chances of ruling are slim but our claim, our legitimacy, is a valuable commodity in certain circles. We trade that commodity through alliance marriages. You follow so far?"

"You and Anton are a form of currency and noble families trade that currency through marriage. I'm familiar with it from when Lady Diana married Prince Charles and became Princess Diana."

"Precisely, only the example of Princess Diana applies to the High Nobility, those nearest the throne. Those farther away trade likewise but we trade access, legitimacy, for things we want, power and influence."

Anton picked up. "Say, our budding electronics business wants to break into the Japanese market. We offer a Japanese family our place in succession in exchange for access to their market. The only way I can exchange my legitimacy is to marry a member of the Japanese family."

"But you still have your place in succession." I pointed out. "You haven't given anything away."

"He has," Emil looked sullen, "his children inherit his legitimacy."

"Oh," I sat back. "What does this have to do with me?"

Anton sat forward and took my hand. Emil sat beside me and took the other. "We've fended off five attempts to marry me off without my consent. We can't fight if it happens again. If I'm going to marry it's going to be on my terms. I'm going to marry someone I love, who I want to be with, and someone who accepts Emil. I–" he cast his gaze down a moment and squeezed my hand. "I love my brother. Any marriage I have must include him as a co-husband. I told you we were polyamorous."

I cast a nervous look at Freja but she only watched with a level expression, perhaps the best poker face I had ever seen. I did not want to ask this in her presence but I had a distinct impression she would not give us privacy to talk. Whatever was going on, they were in it together and so I squeezed Anton's hand. "I have the right to know. Are you and Emil incestuous?"

Emil leaned against me. It felt like a child seeking comfort and I responded by hooking an arm around his waist and kissing his hair. He relaxed if only a little but Anton sat stiffly.

"You have the right to know. We are closer than brothers should be. I want to share my life with him. I want him in my wedding bed. There are feelings between us, desires, and it would be so easy to love him, but–" I saw tears pattering the carpet and drew Anton up by the chin. He wept, his expression wrought with loss and misery. How long had he lived with this torture?

"No–" He sniffed in pain. "My love for him is good and pure. If I touch him, I'll ruin it. I'll never be able to hold my head up again. I'll never be able to look my mother in the eyes."

Freja's mask shattered. She wept silent tears for her suffering child and placed a consoling hand on his shoulder. She dropped to her knees and hugged Emil, who sat deathly still. His tears dripped from his chin as he listened. Anton finished his confession.

"Someone very wise told me that love ennobled, it enriched, it exalted, it healed. Love never caused harm. My love for my brother could cause great harm. For that reason I won't be more than a brother to him."

He gave Freja a watery smile and she yanked him into her embrace. She rocked in place with her children. Her sadness crushed me but her pride shone in her eyes.

"That said," he continued. "I love my brother more than I should. I can't imagine life without him at my side. We share everything and that will include my husband."

It took time before I could find my voice. "You want to marry me, Anton?"

"We want to court you with intent to marry, yes." He recovered with a smile of genuine warmth.

"Of course he would never just let us date like normal people." Emil sniffed bitterly.

"Don't get ahead of us," Freja shushed him.

"I'm flattered, I'm touched, I'm a little -no, I'm a lot- stunned." My heart jumped at the romantic opportunity. My balls jumped at the idea of waking up in the arms of these young demigods for the rest of my life, but the sensible part of my brain dragged everything to halt with very practical concerns.

"We've only been dating a few weeks. It seems way too soon to think about marriage."

"He won't give us time!" Emil groused.

"Who is he, Emil?" I asked.

"Our father, Count Owain," he voiced the name with dripping contempt.

"He is a power broker." Anton pinched his nose with frustration.

"Stay on point," Freja tutted, then turned to me. "I'm here to buy time for you, Chonay. It is unorthodox so bear with me as I explain the plan."

"I'm listening," I sat back.

She took a deep breath. "Chonay, I would like to formally commission your services."

"Oh!" I perked up. "We should have opened with that! Sure, I'd love to paint something for you."

"Not as an artist…." She breathed a heavy sigh. "A trade skill won't serve. I'm hiring your service as a companion for my sons. I offer a formal, legally binding contract. For the next twelve months you will accompany my sons as they conduct business on my behalf. You will stay with my sons either en suite or nearby, however you choose, all expenses paid. During this time my sons will formally court for your hand in marriage."

She presented a fancy folder with a legal document printed out. I examined it as she continued.

"You will receive payment as follows. Full sponsorship of your art during the time of the period of the contract. Professional display of your work at a venue of your choosing at each of twelve locations you visit. At the end of your contract, should you choose to wed Anton, you will receive a fully stocked studio built to your specifications as well as receive lifetime sponsorship of your work. If you choose not to wed, you will receive the lifetime sponsorship as a sign of our gratitude." 

My jaw fell. "You don't have to pay me to spend time with your sons! I'm not a–!" I caught myself back before I said something I regretted.

Freja softened with understanding. "I know how it looks on paper but this is necessary to buy the time you need. Consider it a working vacation on my tab."

I looked aghast. "Is this really necessary, Freja? You don't have to bribe me or hire me, I'm happy to see your sons."

"Your words please me," she squeezed my hand with a gentle smile. "My sons chose well. It is sadly necessary. Their father is a cruel man. He travels in circles best unmentioned and he is keen to sell his sons to the highest bidder. I have checked his every move so far but at great personal cost. This contract binds you, as well as my sons in a way that my husband cannot so easily defeat. You receive the time you need to get to know each other, but you receive less with every moment we delay."

I looked aghast at the legal language. "I need my lawyer to look over this before I decide anything."

"Of course, but time is against us. Limit who you share the documents with. Part of your protection is a non-disclosure agreement." She climbed to her feet with the rest of us close behind. She took my hands and looked me in the eye.

"Our world operates on bizarre rules, Chonay. Ignore what this contract says. Rather, look at the protection it provides. I love my sons. I want them to be happy. This is my last chance to help them. Whatever you decide, I thank you for listening. May you all find happiness in the days to come."

She placed a kiss on my cheek before making her exit. I stood in silence as the brothers saw her out. I could only think of one thing as the moments passed.

What had I gotten into?

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Author Note: I write in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist but in the real world, PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it. Carry on gentlemen!