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The ensuing events following his rescue at Case de Corleone were so awkward, it made Jesse want to cry.
From time to time, he could feel the heavy stares of either Cédric or Christelle piercing the back of his head, no doubt burning holes into the bite marks and hickeys that Admiral Corleone unabashedly left everywhere around his neck. The only sliver of saving grace that he was allowed was the fact that the collar of his shirt was still rather high—though, nothing in comparison to the coverage of the round collars of Venetiaan-style clothing.
Thankfully, Christelle seemed to at least have been less outwardly impacted by whatever sight his passed-out body had made, but Cédric—having been the one to find Jesse being embraced by Emma Corleone in her sleeping quarters firsthand—obviously still appeared to have the image still miserably bleached into his mind. Jesse couldn’t blame him in any way for whatever ire the man held against him. The sight of finding your friend wholly naked, debauched, and practically eagle spread in an older woman’s lap was probably a horrific sight that would scar one for life.
So Jesse understood him when the Crown Prince decided to keep his distance, in comparison to Christelle who was now firmly plastering herself to his side.
Thankfully the affair of having to drop from Christelle’s pirate ship from the sky to appease the masses; the Empress’ public relieving of his false allegations through the testimony of Cardinal Boutier’s Holy Domain; and the trial condemning the former Duke Simon de Sarnez has all been eventful enough to put everyone’s minds away from the presence of embarrassing hickeys and bite marks that have been skillfully hidden underneath fine layers of concealer and high collars.
"... Dame Christelle?"
Jesse startled, opening the door to his room, only to find his companion knocking for him.
Flushing, he hurriedly pulled the loose fronts of his robe together, hair still a little damp from the bath he had just taken.
Nearly a week has passed since that scandalous affair, and the bruises left on Jesse’s fair skin still had yet to completely disappear. It was a bit embarrassing, but it appeared that his new body didn’t heal such shameful marks very quickly. He didn’t dare visit a healing priest to clear his body of the proof of his time spent in Admiral Corleone’s bed; his face was much too thin to handle the questioning stares of whatever poor priest that would’ve been in charge of mending the evidence of his… (soiled chastity? popped cherry? deflowered chrysanthemum?), shall he say.
Though it seemed that avoiding drawing attention to the state of his skin hadn’t been as successful as he would’ve liked, as whatever happy greeting Christelle had prepared upon initially seeing him had immediately died out, her bright eyes sharpening upon seeing the faults marring his body, grey-blue irises turning glacial.
“... Why did you do it?” Christelle finally spoke up, once she had been invited into his room and Benjamin and Ganael had dutifully sent in a nice trolley of tea and snacks.
Coughing awkwardly, Jesse avoided her gaze. Naturally, he knew that this sort of conversation was going to arise at some point, but he didn't expect it so soon. “I… thought it was the only way. Um, if it would appease you, the Admiral was…” Face heating up, his words trailed off quietly near the end. “She didn’t… treat me horribly…. It was all consensual!”
“Prince-nim,” Christelle spoke firmly, fists clenched over her lap. Gingerly looking up, Jesse noticed the frustrated expression on her face, brows drawn together, lips pursed unhappily. “Your body is precious. More precious and noble than anything that pig of a crown prince might own in his personal funds and imperial vaults.”
“Lady Christelle—”
“Prince Jesse,” she shot back, voice tight. Finally, her gaze tore away from the hands she held on her lap and her eyes met Jesse’s. “I… I am so very jealous.”
Raising both of her cold, calloused hands to cup his cheeks, Christelle met his gaze with quivering eyes. Breath stolen from him, Jesse could only stare, wide-eyed as he watched the swarm of emotions take over his dear friend's usually cheerful and confident expression. As she was now, Christelle looked vulnerable. In the space between their lips, Jesse could feel the cool air of her breath, the softness of her touch—cradling his face as if he were someone so incredibly precious.
At once, then, her eyes sharpened, squeezing tightly before she leaned in, crashing their mouths together into a kiss.
Mind going blank, it took Jesse a grand total of five whole seconds of Christelle pressing her quivering lips against his before his face combusted into flames.
The kiss was different from Emma Corleone’s in every way. Christelle’s was shaky, and her lips were cold like the attribute of her plate, and one could almost think that she was committing an act of blasphemy with how guilty and desperate she felt, despite how reverently she was holding him.
"Nnh—!"
With a shuddering squawk of a gasp, Jesse’s lips parted, and Christelle wasted no time, taking the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth like a predator who's found its opening.
Gingerly licking into him, it felt as if she was testing the waters and limits of Jesse's tolerance. The way she was cupping his face was so gentle, it would’ve taken no effort at all for Jesse to pull away— the absence of resistance on his part, however, seemed to have triggered something in Christelle, because all at once, her breath hitched.
Almost as if she were about to cry, she twisted her body on the couch they were both seated on so that she could more properly face Jesse, and further leaned herself against him, her chest nearly pressing against his. One of her hands had slipped from his cheek and moved to the nape of his neck, where she gently drew him closer. Tilting their heads so that their tongues could entangle more deeply together, she drew all of Jesse’s breath away—licking into his mouth and nipping at his lips, as if to devour as much of him as she possibly could.
"Ah— Chri—!!"
Jesse had barely even noticed she had crawled over his lap and had him pinned against the backrest of the divan until Christelle had finally pulled away, a small string of saliva tying them together before she gently wiped at his bottom lip. Shellshocked, Jesse could only stare at her as he caught his breath, mind whirring at the speed of light.
"It's unfair. It's so unfair," Christelle quietly cried, mouthing at one of the fading hickeys on his neck, sending shivers down Jesse's spine through their proximity. "The Prince-nim is so pretty—the most noble and beautiful around—and Admiral Corleone was the first to see you like this."
"Wh—What are you saying…!" Jesse murmured, a small involuntary whine leaving his lips as Christelle lightly bit his throat. Gasping, Jesse grabbed onto her sleeves with trembling hands, his face burning so hot he felt feverous. "Nhh, wait, that tickles..."
"It's not supposed to tickle," Christelle frowned, almost petulant. As if to rectify her mistake, she retreated back, rolling her hips in a way that made Jesse gurgle unintelligible, panicked words, before she pushed him further back against the divan to kiss him. As their tongues rolled together, Jesse could only helplessly follow Christelle's will, leaving himself pliant against her mouth despite the jittery tension of his overall limbs.
"Prince-nim, will you forgive me for this?" she whispered hotly against his wet lips. "For desiring you so, not unlike that crazy admiral? I want you so much. I want you, I want you."
Heart aching so terribly, yet with so much inevitable fondness—Jesse only did what he thought best in response.
Slowly releasing his grip on her sleeves, Jesse met Christelle's hands that were still cupping his face, and gently pulled them away. Clumsily interlacing their fingers, Jesse swallowed down his embarrassment under the weight of Christelle's fervent gaze, and leaned forward, softly planting a kiss on her lips.
A sign of consent, in his own, shy way.
Tears welled up at once in those grey-blue eyed, and Jesse succumbed to the onslaught of her wild affections—letting her hands pin his arms beside his head on the divan, accepting her every bite and breathless kiss, gasping with shock every time she rolled her hips on his lap.
"Prince-nim," she murmured, like a prayer into his mouth. "My Prince-nim, my Prince Jesse."
It didn't take long before Christelle transferred both of Jesse's wrists to one of her palms, pinning them above his head. With one of her palms now free, she quickly moved to undo the sash of his robes, palming his front in a way that made him squirm under her cold yet scorching touch.
An embarrassing noise betrayed Jesse, and the sound only seemed to encourage Christelle further as she continued drowning him in kisses, pumping him with a dedicated hand.
"Wait—" he squeaked, breathlessly turning his head to the side. "Dame— Christelle, too quick, I—"
"Please cum for me, Prince Jesse."
How are you able to say such shameless things—!!!?
Before Jesse could embarrass himself any further than he already was, Christelle's lips were roughly pulled away from him, no longer pushing him down against the divan. Both of them red-faced and panting, Christelle glared hotly at the new presence in the room, a scowl quickly forming on her face while Jesse took the time to catch his breath.
Standing above them with the back of Christelle's collar tightly gripped in his gloved hands, Cédric’s face was near murderous as he glowered down at her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The scowl on her face only deepened as she slapped away Cédric's hand, rising to her own feet to stand against him toe-to-toe. “What are you doing here, Your Highness? You're interrupting my precious time with Prince-nim.”
"The only thing I have interrupted is clearly that of a criminal coveting that which she shouldn't."
In the face of Cédric's thunderous voice, Christelle didn't even falter, hackles rising alongside Cédric's temper. "Prince Jesse isn't an object, and he certainly isn't yours to covet!"
A dark look overtook Cédric's scowling expression, and with a quick move, he roughly pulled her by the front of her shirt and crashed their lips together.
The loudest gasp Jesse had ever made in his life escaped him, heart thundering so loudly in his chest he could feel the blood flowing straight to his face. The main couple who he had always thought would end up happily getting together, was now almost violently making out in front of him!!?!!!?:?;;!?
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…."
With weak legs trembling with the shocked excitement of having witnessed such an incredible scene, Jesse quietly excused himself with bated breath, crawling to the side of the divan so that he could give the two lovers their privacy. He didn't get far, however, when a gloved hand roughly pushed him face-down on the sofa.
"—Where are you going?" Cédric growled, lips red and chaffed as if they had just been bitten—though Christelle was clearly worse off, cradling her bleeding lips after having been thrown on the other side of the couch, muttering curse words and glaring daggers at the dark-haired prince.
Flailing under the strength of Cédric's hand, Jesse squeaked as he was roughly maneuvered around so that he was now resting with his back against the plush seats. Panic welling up, he hurried to cross his legs, the front of his bathrobe exposing himself more than was needed—but Cédric's stormy expression only grew darker at his fussing, and swiftly inserted himself between Jesse's legs, ripping off the last of his robes and throwing them at Christelle's face.
"YAH, YOU—!!" Jesse stuttered as Cédric pressed down against him, his fiery glare burning him to the core as their faces were quickly brought close. Remembered just how roughly Christelle had been kissed by the male lead, Jesse instinctively closed his eyes, waiting for his face to be ripped off.
But after a second passed, and Jesse felt nothing but a warm breath tickling the sides of his face. Tentatively opening his eyes, Jesse slowly looked up to meet Cédric's gaze, deep and flaming—Jesse felt as if he was going to be devoured whole by the intensity.
"Wh..What are you…!"
Before he could say anything more, his voice was swallowed up by Cédric's mouth, moving softly against his own.
"—!!!"
With trembling pupils, Jesse could see the dip of Cédric's lashes, casting a faint shadow over his piercing eyes. Shocked to his core, Jesse couldn't move—limbs frozen stiff as he let Cédric press him deeper onto the couch.
It was almost scary, how gentle the kiss was. Jesse didn't like it. He didn't like it because such tenderness almost felt like—
"Wait," Jesse pleaded, so quietly he could barely even hear it himself. "You, too… You don't… You don't even like me this way? You shouldn't... Why are you…"
"Who are you to tell me who I should and shouldn't like?" Cédric growled against the trembling hands that Jesse placed between them like a barrier. "You dare to dictate the will of the Imperial Family?"
"Prince-nim, you are our partner," Christelle said, now kneeling before them on the carpet. Her delicate hand reached out to brush Jesse's hair, and the tenderness of her actions only made the emotion flurry within him even further. "If there is anyone that either of us would want in this world, it's you."
"Your declaration before the Vatican was different. This is—"
"This is different," Christelle firmly established, moving closer to press a kiss against the side of his head. "Different in a different way. There is only you. And I…" A disgruntled, but conceding look crossed her face. "And we want to be the only ones for you, too."
A defeated little noise soon died at the back of his throat—too overwhelmed to properly form a response.
(And well, what else was he to do in the face of such sincerity?)
Jesse had always been rather weak towards his Holy Knights.
Before he knew it, the three of them had moved from the parlour to his private quarters.
Christelle had picked him up more enthusiastically than she should've when he mentioned preferring to take their affair to the bed, and Cédric, in an outstanding display of cooperation, was quick to slam open the doors obstructing their way.
Already naked, it didn't take long before they pounced on him. Cédric was the first to move, moving Jesse on all four before he settled before him, uniform discarded in a fell swoop, and his pants unbuckled to reveal an impressive and terrifying length.
Just looking at it had made Jesse's mouth go dry, but that was quickly rectified when Cédric all but commanded him to suck. With a shuddering breath, Jesse slowly leaned forward, taking the sight in with a hammering chest, before he tentatively opened his mouth, trembling tongue pushed forward.
Hearing Cédric's soft grunt, Jesse flushed, lips quivering as he pressed soft kisses at the red tip before him.
"You're so cute," Christelle cooed softly. "Has Prince-nim not done this before? … I guess the Admiral didn't have time to teach you this."
Irritated, Cédric shot Christelle a glare, before slowly reaching out to curl his hand into Jesse's hair, soft and silky after his bath.
"Open your mouth."
Breath catching in his chest, Jesse let out a soft whine, but was compelled nonetheless. Slowly, he mouthed at Cédric's tip, feeling around it with his tongue. It went on like this for a while, Jesse sucking and licking softly, backing off every once in a while to breathe, before a soft push of Cédric's hand in his hair brought him forward once again to take him into his mouth.
"Deeper," Cédric said, voice slightly lower than usual as he pressed at the back of Jesse's head. Unable to press back, Jesse braced himself, flattening his tongue against the underside of Cédric's length and slowly advancing until he couldn't.
Cédric Riester was way too damn big. His mouth couldn't even fit halfway until his jaw began to ache, but even when he hummed and whined, Cédric didn't relent, keeping his hand firmly behind Jesse's head and slowly drawing him closer.
"Doing so well," Cédric huffed, looking down at him with heated eyes. "Keep going."
I can't, Jesse whined, lightly shaking his head. He surprisingly wasn't gagging yet, but still, the psychological barrier was still too strong to ignore for him to even think of taking any more of the length into his mouth.
"Ah? Can't take him down your throat?" Christelle hummed from behind, nearly making Jesse jolt out of his skin. She had been silent for so long, he had been wondering where she went. Though before he could even begin to try and release Cédric from his mouth, a click of a bottle uncapping could be heard, before something slightly cold poured down Jesse's rear.
"Hhk—!?"
"It is lube, Prince Jesse," Christelle soothed with a low voice. "I'm sorry I left you alone with this guy. I had to retrieve this—there's no way we can risk hurting the Prince-nim, after all."
Screaming inwardly, Jesse felt cold fingers begin to press inside him, and preoccupied with the sensation, he barely even noticed Cédric pushing his head forward with burning eyes until it was too late.
It was only when Jesse's nose was finally pressed against a tuft of neat black curls, did Cédric huff a laugh.
"Not surprised," his eyes gleamed, almost obsessively, staring at the hazy and teary state of Jesse's eyes. "For someone who eats several plates so happily, there's no way such a person would have a strong gag reflex."
Jesse nearly could have panicked on the spot—the massive weight of Cédric's cock pressing down against the walls of his mouth. He was filled so fully, even when he tried to swallow, he could feel his throat contracting around Cédric's length, prompting a groan.
"Breathe slowly through your nose, Prince-nim," Christelle gently advised, still working on opening him up from behind. She was poking around him much like Admiral Corleone had, and soon a very familiar sensation grew in intensity within Jesse, much to his distress. "Oh?" she perked up upon seeing him suddenly twitch at one of her experimental proddings, slyly running her eyes across Jesse's quivering form before meeting Cédric's gaze. "Did I find it?"
A strangled sound escaped Jesse, which only intensified when Cédric began to push him back by his hair until only his tip was fully inside Jesse's mouth, only to push himself back down Jesse's throat, timed almost in sync with Christelle's fingers pushing against the spot inside him that made him shake.
Sloppy slaps of skin against skin filled the air, wet and slobbery from the amount of drool Jesse was providing with his lack of ability to swallow. It dripped down his chin obscenely and only served to lessen the friction between his mouth and the cock repeatedly sliding into him, and Jesse moaned highly at the stimulation at both of his ends.
Blinking away physiological tears, Jesse sharply startled around Cédric when he felt Christelle's hand wrap around his length, tickling him lightly, at first, before she finally tugged at the bequest of his moans.
Lightheaded, Jesse felt something warm shoot down his throat while Cédric rutted against him, and he gasped loudly before coughing when Cédric finally pulled him back by the hair, letting the rest of his spend spill across Jesse's face and hair. Breathing heavily, Cédric reached down to pry Jesse's mouth open while pressing down on his tongue with a firm thumb, watching Jesse's trembling tongue quiver beneath the large amounts of cum coating his insides, dripping down the sides of his mouth.
"Swallow," Cédric deeply murmured, smearing the remnants on Jesse's lip with his thumb.
In his haze, Jesse could only obey.
"He's ready," Christelle spoke up. Using her fingers to spread Jesse apart, she watched in smug satisfaction at how much she was able to stretch. It helped immensely that the muscles of his body were now significantly more relaxed following his release, and she grinned widely when the pucker cutely winked at her, even after pulling her fingers back.
Tiredly, Jesse allowed himself to be rolled around onto his back, chest heaving slightly with exhaustion and lightly coughing from some stubborn remnants of Cédric's cum. Upon feeling a large hand brushing through his hair, Jesse barely even noticed the release staining his face and fringe, too focused on the warmth of Cédric's palm until he felt his knees being spread apart, a weight dipping the bed beneath him.
Christelle smiled as she slid herself between Jesse's legs. Only then did he notice the black leather straps wrapping around her thighs, buckles of the harness snuggly strapped over her hips.
Breathlessly, purple eyes slowly trailed down her form.
"Like it better than that bastard's?" she smirked, drinking in the sight of the blond prince sprawled flush on the bed as she proudly displayed the phallus she had strapped to her front.
Sandwiching Jesse from behind, Cédric rolled his eyes. With a scowl, he rearranged Jesse's torso so that his back was resting against Cédric's front.
"Why is it so big?"
"Why?" Christelle snarked back at Cédric, aligning herself at Jesse's entrance. "Feeling threatened by a toy?"
Before Cédric could growl at her, Jesse flailed, reaching down to block the tip of Christelle's toy dick from entering him.
"Where did you even get that?" he hurriedly asked, panic and astonishment lacing his voice. Wasn't this novel originally pretty PG-13?? Head spinning, Jesse could only regard the protagonists in a new light. "How did you even…"
"Corleone sells interesting things in their public market."
And before Jesse could even question that, Christelle smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss against him, before slowly pressing the tip into him.
"—!!!? Ah, ah— nnh—wait!!" he shrieked, head knocking back into Cédric, who leaned down to bite at the fading marks around his throat, only prompting more sharp gasps to spill from Jesse's lips.
"Please forgive me, my Prince, but I do not wish to wait," Christelle panted, reaching out to wrap her hands around his waist more securely. Her eyes burned momentarily around the finger-shaped bruises that still had yet to completely fade, and she quickly placed her touch over the marks, hiding the offensive sight from view. "Everything Emma Corleone did, everywhere she touched," she punctured her point with an angled thrust of her hips, drinking in Jesse's startled moan, "We will rewrite, a thousand times over, until you can't even remember what it felt like to lay with her in her bed."
"Ah— hnngh, wh— what are you talkinnhg—!!"
Gripping Jesse's chin, Cédric pulled him into a kiss, devouring all and any complaints with his busy mouth. From over their kiss, Cédric glared at Christelle, watching unhappily as she pounded into Jesse with her fake cock.
"What?" she laughed, only slightly breathless. "You should be happy that I'm doing all the work, loosening him up for you while your limp little dick recovers."
Cédric pointedly ignored her, opting to press Jesse into a deeper kiss, biting and licking until Jesse began whining from the lack of oxygen. He didn't feel like hearing the prince moan from Christelle's actions, as pretty as he sounded sobbing from her strap. He was sure he could make Jesse cry harder.
"Hhkh—!!"
"So pretty," Christelle cooed, lightly tugging at Jesse's pink nipple with her teeth. "Our Prince Jesse is so cute…" Grinning, she pulled out of Jesse before throwing him back onto his knees. "Your Highness, how about occupying the Prince-nim's mouth in a different way? Hey, how about it, Prince Jesse?"
"Hn— Wha…" Lifting his head after Christelle tugged at his hair, Jesse's eyes widened upon being faced with Cédric's cock once more. Looking up, he could only feel defeated as he was stared down by an eager gaze.
A brilliant smirk slowly curled on Cédric's face, and oh, Jesse was so weak to this man's smile.
Mouth obediently falling open, Jesse welcomed the familiar taste of clean skin and cum, allowing the large cock to slide into his mouth once again. It didn't take long for Christelle to mount him from behind to resume her position, lapping soft and possessive kisses across his back and nape before she aligned her own cock back into his entrance. The momentum of her rutting eventually found rhythm with Cédric's own thrust, and soon the two managed to work rather harmoniously in tandem with each other's pacing, allowing not a single moment of rest for either of Jesse's entrances.
Every time Christelle buried herself deep into Jesse, his mouth immediately followed until his lips met Cédric's hilt. And just as she pulled back, it didn't take long before he could feel Cédric sliding against his throat as well, the soothing motion of his hand in his hair and the slight tugging making him lightheaded, before they both thrust back into him. Jesse truly felt as if his body was on fire, just on the very edge of melting away from all the stimulation, and all he could do was grip at the bedsheets and moan around Cédric's cock.
When Cédric finally came, he'd done it while buried deep in Jesse's throat, not allowing a single drop of cum to escape, this time. Teary eyes fluttering closed, Jesse did his best to receive the load—feeling the hot liquid immediately trail down the back of his throat, just barely choking him from how unexpected it was. When he felt the pulsing of Cédric's length start to subside, Jesse tentatively looked up, blinking away the tears to meet Cédric's piercing haze through his damp lashes.
Cursing faintly at the sight, Cédric merely pushed Jesse further onto him, as if wanting to bury himself as deep as he possibly could into the warm mouth wrapped around him. Lightly scratching at Jesse's scalp in praise, Cédric watched with rapt breath as cum still managed to drip down the sides of the other prince's mouth. And just like him, it seemed that Christelle found release on her own as well, the position of her strap making it possible to receive clitoral stimulation from merely rutting into Jesse.
Panting lightly, she finally pulled away with one last squeeze to Jesse's reddened hips, watching with satisfaction as her fingers were able to replace the marks that had previously been there. Slowly dragging the phallus against the bundle of nerves where she knew Jesse was most sensitive, she grinned slowly with fascination upon seeing a trail of liquid dripping out after she slipped out her tip with a lewd pop.
"Making such a thing… The Principality of Corleone sure harbour geniuses," Christelle laughed breathlessly, pushing back with her fingers what she presumed to be some kind of lubricant that mimicked human release. It felt nice, knowing that she was able to fill him up in her own way, as well. "Prince Jesse, look. You've been creampied in both mouths..."
An embarrassed whine left Jesse at those words, quite certain that such porno-like vocabulary was only something modern-day citizens would be able to say so shamelessly. His face flushed hotly beneath Cédric's heavy stare and Christelle's soft laughing. Pleading at the dark-haired prince with his eyes, Jesse lightly pushed at Cédric with his tongue, aching for a moment for his jaw to rest. Thankfully, Cédric seemed to understand, soon pulling out, though not forgetting to drag his length against Jesse's walls and tongue as much as possible.
Lingering the tip against Jesse's lips, Cédric watched with satisfaction as a trail of cum managed to sinfully smear against Jesse's lips, as if wanting to mark them as his own.
Coughing lightly, Jesse swayed on his knees before his arms finally lucked out of strength, dropping his torso onto the bed. Sniffling, he closed his eyes as he tried regaining his breath, the taste of cum still lingering on his tongue no matter how much he swallowed. Humming, he soon felt a pair of lips pressed against his, and he could barely even muster the energy to reciprocate, lolling his tongue so that it could be moved at Christelle's will.
It was only when she separated from him that he noticed a pair of strong arms picking him back up, wrapping around his waist before a hot torso plastered itself against his back.
"...?"
At his questioning blink, Christelle could only smile, pressing another kiss at his reddened lips before taking her place before him, the perked nipples of her small chest pressing against his own.
"Oh, Prince-nim.. You don't think we're done, do you?"
"Wait…" he said weakly, feeling his legs be pulled up so that they could wrap around Christelle's small but sturdy waist. A jolt ran down his spine when he felt Cédric release a hot chuckle against his neck, soon followed by a hard prick pressing up against his wet and swollen hole. Rapidly blinking away any exhaustion, Jesse's hands hurriedly grabbed onto Christelle's shoulders for support, his breathing growing increasingly quick upon realizing what they were planning. "This— Crazy— I, I will surely die if you— hnHN—!!"
"Too noisy," Cédric huffed, biting at the back of Jesse's slim throat just as he mercilessly pushed himself into Jesse. Even if it was just the tip, Cédric was still significantly a bit larger that the Corleone-manufactured phallus that Christelle had managed to procure, and it was different in a way that a magical(??) sex tool was—hot and slightly pulsing, making a rush of heat flood to Jesse's head at the slight difference of texture.
"Oh my God," he whispered highly, watching with wide eyes as his stomach slowly began to bulge, the more Cédric pushed himself into him. Was it like this when Christelle penetrated him? He wasn't able to see, being preoccupied with Cédric during the last two times. When he finally felt Cédric's hips meet his ass, Jesse could only whimper, feeling even more lightheaded than ever. "Oh my God."
"That's not all, Prince-nim," Christelle said, peppering him with kisses along his jaw as she aligned her cock next to Cédric's. "I prepared you well. I know you could take us nicely... We'll take care of you, Prince-nim. You're so so good for us."
"I will die—!" Jesse weakly protested, legs trembling as he tried holding himself up. "Not— Not even Admiral Corleone made me—! Ah— Wai, wait, wait, no— nNHNGK—!!"
All at once, Christelle pushed herself in, opting to skip being gentle upon hearing those words. She so terribly wanted to be gentle, but forgive her for given into the jealous urges of her soul, knowing that her precious partner had been taken by another before them. Christelle would accept any punishment the prince would give her, but for now she wanted to consume his heat entire and whole.
Similarly to her, Cédric also felt a bout of irrational jealousy well up within him upon the mention of the Admiral, because while the two Holy Knights still had some bones to pick with each other, it was a different case when someone unrelated to their threeway partnership decided to have their way with their priest.
Shrieking onto their cocks, Jesse's spine straightened, head knocking back into Cédric's chin as his purple eyes stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. Whole body trembling, Jesse felt his legs flail uselessly as the strength seemed to have left them, and all he could do was weakly hold onto Christelle as he wrapped his arms around her, succumbing to the sharp thrusts aimed into his core.
"Ah, ah, nnhgAHh—!!—!!!!!"
Sobbing, Jesse's head fell forward, chest heaving as he leaned against Christelle, pushed down by the weight of Cédric entirely enveloping him from behind.
"Hhic, wh, wait—! Too much!!!!!!"
Moving one of his hands so that it could press down against the moving bulge in Jesse's stomach, Cédric planted a deep kiss into the side of his neck, only further compelled to thrust deeper into Jesse with the sound of his startled cries.
Twitching almost violently, it didn't escape them that Jesse had just came from repeated stimulation to his prostate, but Cédric and Christelle were anything if not competitive and stubborn, and none of them wanted to let up pounding into Jesse—Cédric, obsessed with the tightness and heat, and Christelle, still chasing her own high and some more, what with her high refractory rate. It should be said that Holy Knights were not normal people in any way, and drunk as they were on Jesse's voice and dripping tears, there was no way they could see themselves stopping any time soon, even when Jesse's body was quivering with overstimulation.
"Engh… nhh..!" Jesse whimpered, sobbing with a hitched breath as Christelle gently cooed, taking him into an open-mouthed kiss. "Slowly.. slnnhgh…." Tears continuously welled and fell from his eyes, and Christelle couldn't help but think that she had never seen a prettier sight, even when Cédric was in her field of view leaving dark marks on Jesse's neck with his vicious teeth.
Something hot flared in the pit of her stomach. The Prince-nim who was usually such a noble and refined person was now reduced to tears, hazy eyes drooping to mush as overestimation overtook his senses. And as much as it annoyed her, His Highness the Crown Prince was a stupidly outrageously handsome person who she begrudgingly respected, and seeing that stern face of his darken while they mutually worked to pleasure their partner was so satisfying. Ham Ga-in was a face-con above all, and these were the two most beautiful people she knew—close partners who she had gone through so much with. She liked these two, with Jesse being the person she cherished the most, and if there was anyone Christelle wouldn't mind loving the Prince-nim with… it was Cédric Riester who was her equal.
Not Emma Corleone, not anyone.
Jesse Venetiaan could only belong to them—Almighty God forgive her for being so selfish, but she was a Holy Knight, created for their priests' existence, and Holy Knights were nothing if not obsessive over their counterparts. As such, what else was Christelle supposed to do but succumb to this primal, savage innate urge of hers?
"Fuck."
Cédric met her eye from over Jesse's shoulder.
"Tired already?" he mocked gruffly.
Christelle grinned, wide-toothed and half-feral as she brushed back her hair.
"What do you think?" she huffed, thrusting in tandem with one of Cédric's, watching raptly as Jesse sobbed loudly, trembling as he let them plow into him, biting everywhere they could latch their teeth into.
"Do you feel good, Prince-nim?" she muttered against his neck, adding to the collection of bruises they were giving him.
Keening, Jesse's head lolled over to the side, tears dripping down so prettily it made Christelle want to eat him up.
"Ghh..ood," he sniffled, dipping his head to press a clumsy, sloppy kiss against her lips, only to release a shuddering breath when Cédric pulled him back by the chin with a scowl.
Biting his lips like a petulant animal, Cédric only plunged his tongue inside Jesse's mouth once the foreign prince began whining, before lapping him up in a way that was sure to steal his breath away. Like the obsessive pig he was, Cédric kissed the same way he desired ether—as if to monopolize, to completely own—and he didn't let Jesse go until the blond prince's eyes were nearly going hazy from lack of oxygen.
He looked so beautiful like this, Cédric couldn't help but think.
No matter how much time passed, the image of Jesse plugged up on the Admiral's cock was something that would be firmly engraved into his mind.
He was jealous.
Beyond jealous.
The prince whose ether was so pure. The prince who regularly stuffed his face with food during each meal. The prince who was kind in temperament and considerate of everyone, who soothed his soul with just his presence—much like his esteemed godmother did to his own mother.
The prince who was his partner, and no one else's, besides his partner's other partner.
"Why are you kissing him so roughly," Christelle scowled at him. "He's different from me, be gentle, you asshole."
Sparing Jesse from further treatment, Cédric shot her a glare. "You dare to insult—"
With a grand roll of her eyes, Christelle reached up to pull him by the back of his neck with her freezing hand, and bit harshly at his lower lip. Growling and not one to back down from such an affront, Cédric reciprocated, the heat of his own attribute clashing with her water in a way that was so unpleasant it only added a certain thrill to biting her face off. Being able to touch Jesse in such intimate ways made his blood boil, his desire so overwhelming it took nearly everything in him to ensure he didn't hurt such a precious person. As a fellow Holy Knight, Cédric was certain that Christelle could understand such a feeling, and for them to have each other to unleash such sexually-fuelled aggression was relieving in its own way.
Between them, Jesse released a hitched gasp at the sight, tightening so suddenly around them it made Christelle and Cédric groan against each other's too-hot and too-cold lips.
"Ah, I really can't take this—!!" Jesse wailed, breaths coming out way too quickly. It was almost laughable how much he pushed for them to be a couple to the point of feeling excited just by seeing them chew each other's faces off, but they knew any relationship between them would never feel right unless he was there, too.
"You like it when we kiss, Prince-nim?" Christelle chuckled, voice slightly hoarse. "You don't feel jealous?"
It was cute seeing his face turn red at her words, and even cuter when his eyes began darting everywhere, as if wanting to avoid the question.
"Greedy," Cédric grunted, hands moving back to tightly grip Jesse's waist. "Not satisfied unless given all our attention."
"N-Now hold on," Jesse weakly protested.
Christelle hummed. "Maybe we should give so much attention he becomes so satisfied he's brain dead."
"Okay—" Jesse's breath hitched when Cédric lifted him until only their tips remained inside him. "Okay, wait wait wait, nnh, don't be so rh—oUGH—!!!"
A spurt of cum immediately doused Christelle's front, but even then, it never crossed their minds to stop. Pounding Jesse until he was left incoherent was all their mind knew, and Christelle didn't feel like stopping until the prince fainted. Choked curses poured from Jesse's red lips, and Christelle never knew that the prince was even capable of such profanity before, and it only thrilled her to know that he was so lost in pleasure the reserved walls he always put up were able to thin.
Wrapping her hand around his sensitive cock, Christelle pressed kisses onto his neck, ignoring his whines.
A lot of time passed like that, until she came a few times until her legs grew weak. At that point, Jesse's face had become drenched with pleasurable tears, stunningly looking more artful than messy, and he was trembling far worse than Christelle was. But Cédric Riester, that monster, barely looked done, save from the sheen of sweat coating his body.
Pulling out of the Venetiaan prince, Christelle watched with fascination as both her artificial release and Cédric's own poured out from Jesse, dripping down his thighs in a way that looked so sinfully artful it instantly revitalized Christelle with the sight alone.
Shooting Cédric a quick look, it was clear to the both of them that they shared the same hungry thought.
Brushing a hand through Jesse's damp, silky hair, she tenderly kissed the side of his head soothingly while wiping his face.
"Another round, Prince-nim."
As expected, tears only welled up further at her words.
"..can't… can't take it…"
"You can," Cédric confidently said, kissing his back before he rose up, throwing Christelle onto her ass at the edge of the bed. Grabbing one of the pillows at the head of the mattress, he plopped it at her feet before maneuvering Jesse's body so that he was kneeling comfortably between her legs.
"Eat her out."
Christelle scoffed from shock. Surprisingly, this punk knew how to treat his elders well? What the hell were they teaching in the imperial education curriculum?
Regardless, smiling sweetly down at Jesse, Christelle brushed his hair and kissed him deeply once again, feeling his lashes flutter against her before slowly pulling back. "Prince-nim should raise his hips so that His Imperial Highness could enjoy himself as well," she whispered, and with a daze, Jesse eventually raised to his all-fours—a position he was much too familiar with at this point.
But still, sitting before Christelle in such a position—his face could only flush in deep embarrassment.
"I've.. I've never done…"
All at once, giddiness welled up within Christelle like a crashing wave, knowing that Jesse's time with Emma Corleone hadn't managed to get him acquainted with this type of oral sex.
"It's okay," she smiled, triumphant in the same way that Cédric was as he settled behind Jesse, cock already hard at the knowledge that they were still able to claim some of Jesse's firsts as their own. "His Highness and I will take good care of you. Okay? So.. another round? Is that alright?"
A defeated, but ultimately fond look softened Jesse's gaze, before he slowly and shyly raised his head to kiss Christelle. The sheer cuteness of his bashful actions was enough to make Christelle so horny she could die, and she quickly made work of her strap and discarded it to the side to accommodate the blond prince between her legs.
Slightly annoyed, Cédric leaned forward to nip at Jesse's back, before moving up to press the head of his cock against Jesse's wet entrance, pushing in just roughly enough to make Jesse squeak. And just like cogs, his slow thrusts promoted Christelle into action as well, guiding Jesse's head towards her wet cunt.
Recalling Jesse's face as he sucked him off, Cédric couldn't help but feel his jealousy return upon realizing that Christelle would be able to experience the feeling of Jesse's soft tongue and lips on herself, as well. Feeling heat course through his body, he stifled a growl, discarding his slow pace for a rougher one, intent to make Jesse so crazy on pleasure he might as well accidentally forget to tend to Christelle. His fellow Holy Knight was perceptive, however, tightening her legs around Jesse's neck before encouragingly pressing against the back of his head, burying his nose into her pink curls as he continued licking at her clit.
Her breathing was beginning to heavy, and Cédric could see from the trembling of Jesse's limbs and the tightening around his cock that the other prince was close to finishing, too. With an angled thrust, Cédric aimed at the spot he now knew gave Jesse the most pleasure, and revelled in the sound of his choked moan, louder than the sound of Christelle's own grunt of release.
Collapsing into the side of her leg, Jesse panted loudly, but Cédric still wasn't done. He wanted more, so much more, even if just once—he doesn't think he could ever be sated of Jesse.
Christelle stared at him with a judgmental look, before huffing. "What a monster, this guy," she muttered, before kicking Cédric away for a moment to pull Jesse up onto the bed so that he was half resting on top of her. Wiping her cum off his wet chin, she softly kissed him. "Once more, Prince-nim, hm? That pig bastard is too greedy, just one more? Is that okay with you? Please hold on a little longer..."
Tongue lolling weakly against Christelle, Jesse could only spread his quivering legs, cum pooling out of him onto the edge of the bed.
"This is really the last," he sobbed tiredly. "Or… Or else, no ether for a month… I swear…"
"Of course," Christelle kissed him, kicking out one of her legs to hook around Cédric's, pulling him close so that he fell on top of them, encasing Jesse and her by his arms.
At the sight of the blond prince's pitifully trembling back, Cédric couldn't help but kiss it in apology as he realigned himself against Jesse, whose lower back curved slightly to raise himself to a better angle. Seeing him do that without any prompting made Cédric dizzy with want—when did Jesse learn to do that? Was it something that Emma Corleone taught him to do when he could no longer beg for her cock? Did he pick it up from when he and Christelle were having their way with him? Unwilling to think about it any longer than he needed to, Cédric chased away unwanted thoughts by ramming into Jesse's hole, feeling the heat welcome him and Jesse's stuttered moan encouraging him to go deeper.
Each thrust punctured a sob to escape Jesse, and Cédric drank each spilled sound like a starving man.
"Hck— Ah, really!!" Jesse cried into Christelle's placating kisses. "Yh— you're such a monster—!!"
"Just one more," Cédric rasped into his flushed ear. "One more. Love you, Jesse…"
A strangled noise left Jesse at those words, tears dripping from his eyes as Cédric only hastened his rough thrusting. It didn't take long for him to cum, but even then, Cédric didn't stop, ramming into Jesse even when the blond prince came once more, shrieking now, both from overstimulation and the renewed strength of Cédric's hips.
"I love you too, Prince-nim," Christelle murmured near-reverently against Jesse's sobbing lips, almost as if she hadn't even known she was allowed to say such words until Cédric let them slip. And like a dam that had been forced open, her face crinkled happily, smiling into her kisses as she smothered Jesse with embraces, wiping his tears and kissing each eyelid, swallowing his every breath as if it were the only precious oxygen she needed to survive. "I love you a lot. Adore you, the most in the world, I adore you so so so much..."
Faced with such repeated proclamations, Jesse could only cry harder, so overwhelmed it only made him more sensitive to the feeling of Cédric spilling inside him for the nth time, buried so deeply Jesse swore it reached his heart.
Sniffling, Jesse blindly grabbed behind him to tug at Cédric, who braced his arms on the bed before he could crush Jesse and Christelle with his weight. Still having yet to be emptied of Cédric's cock, Jesse tiredly raised his head back to plant a small kiss on Cédric's lips, clumsily missing the mark by a bit, before Cédric fervently leaned forward to properly receive him, deep and breath-stealing, tongue and all.
Upon separating, Jesse crumpled tiredly into Christelle's arms, who received him on top of her gleefully, rubbing her cheek against the top of his head.
Huffing, Cédric took the time to catch his breath, pressing his lips to Jesse's bite-riddled neck to leave one last mark.
"Finally done?" Christelle sighed through her nose, too tired and sated to sound properly annoyed. "Damn animal…"
With a roll of his eyes, Cédric decided to shut her up with a kiss.
As expected, she reciprocated with an enthusiastic bite—but they were both too exhausted to actually draw blood, this time.
Gently rolling Jesse over to the side, Christelle quickly used her water abilities to clean them up in a way Cédric hadn't even known she was able to do, but since it clearly benefited them all, he merely remained quiet, later throwing the blanket over their bodies to keep warm—mostly for Jesse's benefit, than their own.
Soon, the two of them were snuggled up against Jesse, falling asleep with their heads tucked into each other's necks.