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“Which further proves my point, Cerne. Women love you and all you have to offer.”

“They lust after me, you mean. I doubt it’s love.”

“There’s a fine line between lust and love.” Bel stood from the settee and adjusted his robes.

“You need to spend time with your princess.”

“I need a bath,” Cerne replied. “I spent a good afternoon out in the training field.”

“You’ll bathe in the princess’s chambers.” Bel’s lips swept into a knowing grin. “Maeve’s orders, my friend.”

Of course, only Maeve would demand something so bold. On the other hand, the thought of bathing—even being nude—in front of Rhiannon sent a flood of desire rushing through his body.

“If Maeve has ordered it, how can I refuse?” At this point, Cerne wouldn’t refuse anyone the request, even a lowly scullery maid.

“Very well. We best be off.” Bel snapped his fingers and a bright flash of light engulfed

them.

When the mists evaporated, Cerne took in his surroundings. Purple, sheer drapes curtained the giant four-poster bed where Rhiannon lounged.

“Hello, Cerne.” Her sultry voice beckoned him closer. Of their own accord, his feet moved toward the bed. “Maeve wants us to talk.” She turned to Belenus and smiled. “You must be Bel.

Maeve’s told me all about you.”

Belenus brushed a strand of long sandy blond hair behind his ear and bowed. “I dare hope it was all good.”

Rhiannon nodded. “It was.” She rose from the bed, exposing a smooth, shapely leg. She turned back to Cerne. “I’ve had a bath drawn for you,
mo cridhe
. Maeve informs me you’ve been training rigorously this afternoon.”

Belenus raised a curious eyebrow. “
Mo cridhe
? You’ve already gotten the princess to call you endearments?”

“She speaks them only because she’s heard me say it. She hasn’t any idea what it means,” Cerne replied in a sotto voce whisper.

“If you say so, my friend.” Belenus patted Cerne’s back. “The princess is smarter than you think.”

“Perhaps.” He turned his attention back to Rhiannon, who wore a chemise of emerald-green gossamer. Cerne’s nether appendage perked up, as if noticing the rosy tips of her areolas brushing against the flimsy fabric. His breath caught in his chest.

“Where is Maeve?” he finally managed to say.

“She’ll be here shortly. She’s checking on Onora.” Rhiannon took slow, steady steps as she approached him. “I told her I wanted to bathe you.”

“But that’s a job for one of the servants.”

Belenus kicked him in the shin. “Don’t be such a prude.” Rhiannon brushed her breasts against Cerne’s chest. “I wish to bathe you, so it will be done.”

What in Fey had Maeve done to her? She screamed of sex and seduction. “Are you all right, Rhiannon?”

She smiled and turned away, heading toward the steaming bath. “I’m beyond all right,” she purred. “Come. The water is going to get cold.”

“What about Bel?” Cerne asked, curving his mouth into a wide grin. “What will he do whilst you wash my back?”

“Maeve says he can join in, if I want.” She paused to glance at Belenus. “What do you think, Bel? Would you like to help me bathe my consort?”

Cerne raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Rhiannon made her way back toward Cerne, her hips swaying seductively. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it feels like to have another man’s hands on your most intimate parts?” She brushed her taut breasts against his chest and reached down to massage his raging erection.

“You’re joking, right?”

Rhiannon shook her head. “My first lesson was shedding inhibitions and unlocking my deepest fantasies. Maeve says I’m a fast learner.”

“And what does this have to do with Bel?” Blasted woman was kinkier than he thought.

He’d tease her by playing ignorant.

Rhiannon sighed and licked her lips. “I want a sandwich.” She sauntered back toward the tub.

“I can have one of the palace cooks bring you one.” Belenus arched a brow in confusion. “You aren’t being serious, I hope,” he whispered.

“I’m only feigning ignorance,” Cerne replied in an undertone. “I enjoy a good tease every now and again.”

Rhiannon sighed, dropping her gown to the floor. “I want a
man
wich. I’m not referring to food, either.” She leaned over the tub, giving Cerne and Belenus a full view of the milky globes of her ass, and lowered her hand into the steamy water. She scooped some water into her hand, poured it across her breasts and let out a soft moan as the hot liquid trickled down the hard nubs of her nipples.
The vixen!

“Oh, dear Gods. I hope Maeve gets here soon,” Belenus breathed out. “Your virginal princess has the mind of a seasoned courtesan. I can see why you’re always rising to the occasion now.”

Rhiannon turned around, crooking her finger. “Please,
mo cridhe
.” She traced the bar of soap around a pebbled nipple and down across her belly button.

Cerne had finally had enough. His cock continued to throb, threatening to burst through his breeches. With sure steps, he stalked to the tub and pulled Rhiannon against him. Lowering his

mouth to her throat, he ground his erection into her ass. “You are tempting me beyond words, my heart.” He groaned, licking and nibbling the nape of her neck.

“Good. It appears Maeve’s instruction has paid off.” She turned to Belenus. “Would you like to help me disrobe my consort?”

Cerne turned to Belenus, whose face stretched in a full grin. “If Her Highness wishes it.”

“I do.” She reached down to grope Cerne through his breeches. “I still haven’t figured out these pants yet and could use all the instruction I can get.” Belenus nodded and joined Rhiannon and Cerne by the tub. Smiling, he looked down at Cerne’s breeches. Taking a lace in his hand, he started to pull slowly. “Well, Your Highness…” Belenus winked. “You take the lace here and pull.” He ripped the lace out, whipping it in his hand. Cerne’s erection sprung out, as if it were happy to be free of its restraint.

Rhiannon moved in to help Belenus pull down Cerne’s tight breeches. She and Belenus traced their hands down his thighs as they pulled the tight mushroom skin down his legs.

Rhiannon knelt before him and unlaced his boots. She gazed up at him with pouty lips begging for pleasures of the most carnal kind.

“Lift your leg, consort.”

He loved the commanding tone of her voice, and lifted his foot, allowing her to pull the boot off. She threw the boot to the corner and turned to the other. Before she could ask, he lifted his other leg.

“Mmm, you’re a fast learner.” She pulled the other boot off and threw it with its mate.

Cerne stepped out of his breeches and stood in front of his princess—hard, rigid and ready.

“The water grows cold, love,” Rhiannon drawled. She turned to the tub and bent over, allowing her ass to rub against his erection.

His cock pulsated against the crevice of her ass. He snaked his arms about her waist and hauled her against him. “Careful, my sweet, or you may end up with a big surprise.” He ground his erection into her ass.

“I think your princess has more surprises than you know.” Belenus chuckled, reaching down to stroke his hardened flesh through his breeches.

Rhiannon’s eyes lit up. “I’m curious.”

“About what, my sweet?” Cerne whispered in her ear. He traced his tongue along her earlobe and nipped her neck.

“Are all faeries as well-endowed?”

Cerne looked over to Belenus, who’d loosened the strings of his own breeches and had his hand inside, stroking himself. A sheepish grin stretched across Belenus’s face.

“I wish Bel to remove his clothing as well.” She smiled, adding, “For research purposes.” A royal request was a royal request. Even if it were for research purposes, whatever that meant. Right now Cerne did not care. He should’ve been jealous by such a request but instead found himself oddly excited. “The princess wants you naked, Bel. Will you honor her request?”

“I cannot refuse.” Belenus lifted his tunic up over his head. His muscled chest and arms flexed with each movement. He pulled down his breeches, exposing his engorged shaft.

Rhiannon’s eyes boggled. Belenus was a little shorter than Cerne but was as thick as a log.

Rhiannon gasped. “Oh, my God...s! That has to be the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. You’d rip me to shreds.”

Belenus chuckled. “Then be happy Cerne was chosen for your consort, and not me.” Rhiannon’s cheeks flushed a warm rosy pink. Cerne was more than happy he was chosen too. Jealousy pounded through him as he thought about Belenus sliding in and out of her. He had nothing to fear, though. Belenus and Maeve were in love, or so Maeve had said earlier.

Cerne turned to the tub. “I’d better get in before ice crystals start to form.” Rhiannon nodded. “We can’t have certain parts of you shriveling now, can we?” She reached down and brushed a fingertip across the tip of his erection.

Cerne needed no more invitation. He stepped into the tub and got comfortable, allowing the steamy water to roll across his skin. His cock eagerly peaked from the tub, awaiting its princess’s touch.

Instead it was Belenus’s hands stroking and massaging his body. Rhiannon sat at the foot of the tub, running her fingers lightly over the curls of hair on his chest. She dipped her hand in the tub and grabbed the soap, lathering it in her hands. With a secret grin, she handed the soap to Belenus.

Belenus's hand brushed against Cerne's thigh as Rhiannon's fingers darted across his massive erection. Cerne sucked in a deep breath. "This is like nothing I’ve ever felt,
mo cridhe
."

He traced a fingertip against her rosy areola and rubbed the pad of his thumb against her nipple.

“Let me show you how it’s done, Your Highness." Belenus ran his soapy hands up Cerne's thighs. He grabbed Rhiannon’s hand, locking their fists firmly around Cerne’s cock. Watching

Rhiannon’s curious yet aroused expression, Cerne moaned. Belenus and Rhiannon moved their hands up and down the vast length of Cerne’s erection. Belenus’s calloused hand intertwined with Rhiannon’s soft palm gliding across the veined ridges of his cock sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body. Never did he know another man’s touch could be so erotic.

The water splashed around him as Belenus and Rhiannon continued to stroke him. “Do you like the way your consort feels?” Belenus leaned into Rhiannon and breathed in her ear. He let his tongue trace lightly against her earlobe. He chuckled, watching Cerne’s hard glare.

Rhiannon nodded, lowering her head to lick Cerne’s nipple.

“Damn. You’re so hard Cerne,” Belenus said. “You need a pair of lips on that bulging member of yours.”

“Mmm.” Yes. Rhiannon’s mouth was exactly what he wanted on his shaft right now. “Suck it,
mo cridhe
.”

“She needs to be schooled in the art of fellatio,” Belenus whispered. He leaned down and licked Cerne’s other nipple.

Schooling?
Cerne’s chuckle turned to a moan while he watched their hands moving up and down his cock. “She’s already very well-versed in that art,” he breathed out. “Among a few others.”

“I’d love to see.” Maeve’s voice echoed around them. With a devilish smile, she materialized from the blue mists.

Belenus looked up at his life-mate. “Hello, my love. Shall we allow the princess to show us her fellatio skills?”

Maeve raised an eyebrow. “Our pure princess knows how to pleasure with her mouth?” Maeve walked behind Belenus and dropped her azure gown to the floor. She ran her fingers down Belenus’s chest, over his abdomen and then traced along his engorged length. “It appears my life-mate is enjoying his role as instructor.”

“He’s an excellent teacher.” Rhiannon grazed her nails across Cerne’s hard flesh. “I want Cerne to shudder in my mouth.”

His cock throbbed at those words. “Are you sure?”

Rhiannon straddled the tub and lowered herself down to his mouth. Juices gushed from her pussy dripping onto his lips. “Does it look like I’m sure?”

“Mmm hmm,” he murmured, allowing his tongue to tease her moist slit.

Maeve smiled. “I think Cerne would like you to come in his mouth too, Your Highness. Will you allow it?”

Rhiannon nodded. “Oh yeah… Only if we can watch Bel and you too.” Did she really say that? Rhiannon’s cheeks flushed. Gone were all her inhibitions. She controlled her chuckle, remembering Maeve’s first lesson. The faeries were rather open individuals. She never knew she could be so comfortable in a scene that would be shocking even by modern standards. And now she was hotter than Phoenix on the fourth of July.

Maeve had shown her many things. She’d even shown her the little nub faerie men had on the base of their penis right where it met the sac. She couldn’t wait to try
cniadaich a' bruthainn
, the special technique that supposedly sent faerie men into instant orgasm.
Where’s the fun in
that?
She may be a virgin, but she knew orgasms should be built up and savored, not all rushed and frenzied. Then again, a little quick release was necessary from time to time, but definitely not now!

“What are you thinking,
mo cridhe
?” Cerne breathed out. Rhiannon grinned.

Maeve chuckled. “Can’t read her mind anymore, can you?” Thanks to Maeve, Rhiannon now had control of when she would allow their mind-talk.

“Witch,” Cerne breathed.

Rhiannon ground her pussy against Cerne’s lips, teasing his mouth with her swollen labia.

In one smooth motion, Cerne grabbed Rhiannon’s hips and pulled her down to his mouth.

He plunged his tongue deep into her pleasure-drenched slit, swirling his tongue against her pussy walls. Quivers of pleasure flooded her body as Rhiannon threw back her head and moaned.

“You are enjoying this, aren't you, my love?” Belenus asked, fluttering his wings. He turned Maeve’s mouth to his and thrust his tongue inside.

Maeve moaned against Belenus’s mouth and took his hardened shaft into her hand.

Rhiannon watched as the couple teased and nipped each other’s body.

Cerne lapped at Rhiannon’s pussy and nibbled at her clit. “I love how you taste,
mo cridhe
.” He shoved two fingers into her hot channel and took her clit into his mouth, suckling the swollen bud.