More Than A Princess

Menage a trois, anyone?

When they finally left Drago Margie’s palatial cave, it was almost dark. The magic hour was over. 

“We have to hurry,” Callan told the two women trailing behind him as he hurried down the path to the gates.

Jinna glanced greedily at the jewellery strewn across the gardens but did not make any move to touch any of it as she followed close behind Callan.

Lyvia was silent as she followed Callan. He looked different after coming out from the magic room. There was something about him that she couldn’t put her finger on. A sort of an aura. It was as if he exuded power. 

“Why the hurry? I thought she promised to keep the police off us for a while?” she asked him as he walked past the auto-sliding gate and got into his car, not pausing before he car roared alive.

“It is not safe after the magic hour, some shady characters can be loitering around, all powered up and ready to use it for evil deeds,” he replied.

Lyvia got into the front passenger seat next to him. She felt like a change in seating. He glanced at her briefly but refrained from saying anything. He revved the car and off they went. 

By the time they reached Callan’s home, it was pitch dark. There were hardly anyone outside. It took Lyvia a while to realise that they had not seen many other people around except for the rude woman at the restaurant and the dwarves. 

The moment they entered Callan’s home, Lyvia immediately noticed something different about it. It looked clean. The sofa was a different colour and rearranged. The kitchen was also different with a large dining table and there were steaming plates of food on the table. 

For a moment, she thought they had walked into someone else’s home. 

Callan made an exasperated sound. “Oh dang,” he muttered. 

Suddenly, an elderly couple appeared from one of the rooms. 

“Callan, where have you been! It’s so late…my oh my, who are they?” the elderly woman, who slightly resembled Callan, asked. She was smiling at Lyvia and Jinna, eyeing them appreciatively. 

The man next to her, with salt and pepper hair and brilliant green eyes, grinned at her affectionately. 

“Are they your girlfriends? Oh dear, we came at a wrong time, we don’t intend to spoil your menage a trois” she added, grabbing her husband’s arm, the delight in her voice unmistakable. 

“Excuse me??” Lyvia sputtered.

Callan held up his hands, turned to Lyvia and muttered under his breath, “Just play along for a while, for me, please?” he asked, his eyes pleading. He grabbed her hands with his right hand and Jinna’s with his left hand. 

She contemplated pulling her hand free from him but decided to play along. There was no harm to pretend for him. 

“Oh mom, dad! You are so right, we, er, were about to have some fun,” he said, kissing Lyvia’s hand and then Jinna’s hand before hugging both of them close to him, one arm on each woman’s shoulders.

Jinna surprisingly went along without a word. Despite herself, Lyvia felt her heart thumping louder and her face warming with the beginning of a blush. She could feel Callan’s warmth on her shoulders and his strong musky scent tickling her nose. 

“Well, then, we better be going. You can have the dinner I’ve prepared, it is enough for three of you,” his mother said. She grabbed her husband and they made their way to the door.

“You don’t have to introduce them…we will come over again tomorrow and then we shall talk,” she added and before Callan could say anything, the door had closed behind her and her husband.

“Phew…we dodged a bullet there,” Callan released them and slumped on the sofa. 

Lyvia felt almost disappointed that he was no longer hugging her close and wanted to slump down next to him on the sofa. Instead, she headed to the dining table to check out the food there.

“You know, my parents have always assumed that I was gay…so they have been trying to set me up with different men for years and despite my telling them that I was not gay, they never believed me,” he explained although the two women did not ask for an explanation. 

“So, it was good that you two are here so now, they will know for sure that I am not gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just that, it is tiring to be set up with men that I am not interested in,” he added.

“It’s okay Callan. I understand sometimes parents can be such annoying people,” Lyvia said. “Although, admitting to a menage a trois…that’s a bit of an overkill, isn’t it?” 

Callan shrugged and grinned cheekily at her. 

“Why not? I have always dreamt of a menage a trois with two gorgeous women and now that I have two gorgeous women here….” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Lyvia blushed and felt her heart quickened. 

She wouldn’t mind exploring Callan’s tall, trim body. She wondered if he’s a good kisser. She wondered what it would be like to fool around with him. But…sharing him with Jinna…that would just be weird. She stole a glance at Jinna and the other woman was beet red and looked uncomfortable. 

She walked over to Callan and promptly straddled his lap, much to his surprise. She rubbed against his crotch suggestively and leaned close to him, her hands holding onto his shoulders. 

“Wouldn’t you wish? Maybe we might…to repay you for helping us, clothing us, feeding us,” she whispered into his ears, rubbing her breasts against his chest suggestively, moving her hips sexily. She felt a burgeoning hard lump press against her butt. 

She intended to tease him but her own actions are turning her on too. It’s been so long since she last fumbled around with Elliot and pleasured herself in the privacy of her bedroom. 

Callan’s hands came up and held onto her hips and they stared into each other’s eyes. His hazel eyes is darkened with desire. 

“You know, there is an easier way to teach you magic…” he whispered back in response, his hot breath fanning her ears tantalisingly.

She gasped, desire stirring within her. She had never felt such a strong magnetic pull to any man before. 

“Oh really…how?” she asked and nipped at his ear lobe playfully before planting a soft kiss on spot below his ears.

He stifled a groan and his grip on her hips tightened, pushing her down harder on his growing hard on. 

“Let me take you and I can transfer some of the magic to you, no lessons required,” he half-moaned into her eyes before he returned the favour by flicking a tongue into her eyes and sliding it down her neck.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and she pressed down harder on his rod, grinding into him. 

“Well, we gotta do what we gotta do…I need the magic after all,” she mumbled and nipped at his neck before sucking on it.

This time he groaned aloud. One of his hands slid up to her chest and….

“Ahem…er…Princess?” a voice broke into their haze of desire. 

They had both forgotten that Jinna was standing there, staring at them, aghast. 

They spring apart immediately, reddening in embarrassment. Callan quickly crossed his legs and held a cushion over his lap while Lyvia turned and walked to the dining table again.

“Sorry, Jinna. We got carried away, lets have dinner,” she said.

After dinner, Lyvia and Jinna were back in their room and Jinna was looking at her reproachfully.

“Princess…you mustn’t let him take advantage of you…he is not a prince, he is not suitable for you. You have to preserve your virginity for your husband,” she said.

Lyvia avoided looking at Jinna. She knew her handmaiden meant well but she can very well sleep with whoever she wants. The idea of preserving one’s virginity was stupid anyway. She would have lost it to Elliot years ago if she hadn’t got bored with him. There was just no spark between them. 

Unlike the spark she felt with Callan. 

She planned to finish what they started. She will lose her damned virginity and to Callan, she decided. 

Tonight.