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Casen comes first, as I hoped he would. He holds her down on his cock, his arms wrapped around her, as I make my final thrusts, coming hot and hard into her ass.

The room is filled with the sounds of panting for several minutes afterward. I think we are all in our own minds, then, letting the memory of the pleasure sink in so we will never forget it.

I’ve made up my mind to pull out when Cora stirs, blinking as if she is just waking from a dream.

“Wait,” she says. “Wait.”

“Are you hurt, Princess?” I lean down to kiss her earlobe, and she shivers with pleasure. “Is there something I can get for you?”

“I love you,” she breathes. “Both of you. I wanted to say it before…before you leave me.”

Even Casen laughs at that. Cora looks shocked to hear it, but then she laughs too, and I tell her that we love her for both of us, kissing her as I pull away.

“We are not leaving you for long,” I promise her. “We will do this as many times as you like. For as long as you like. All you need to do is say the word, Princess, and we are yours.”

Epilogue

Cora

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Three months later, a fall celebration

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My wedding is finally coming to a close, and the celebrations have gone on so long that it is no longer truly my wedding day.

I wanted very much to remember my mother on my wedding day, so I ordered that the festivities should go on as long as people wanted to attend them. I thought they might leave after the first round of dancing, or the second, but it seems that everyone who remembered her wanted to honor the joy she brought them as well. All in all, the musicians played for two nights, and the last of the guests are giving in to sore feet and the need for more sleep.

I’m surrounded by Isabel and my other wedding attendants, nearly asleep myself.

However, my princes are waiting for me.

Prince Casen left the celebrations first, and Prince Jasper followed shortly after him, surrounded by his own wedding party. It is a tradition for the groom to be escorted by his friends to the royal bedchamber.

Now I’m to be offered to him. After my visit, such a torrid affair, I was escorted back to my own kingdom and Jasper asked for my hand in marriage. Isabel has been my chaperone since then and we both have priorities to attend to in our own kingdoms, so I’ve only been able to indulge in my new life with both of my partners for small chunks of time.

And in that time, Jasper requested that there be no need for me to see my doctor to confirm my virginity as he had his own doctor who would attend to matters. As I’ve heard, the doctor was paid a hefty sum in jewels his own wife favored to never lay a finger on me unless I come down with sickness or request him myself and to report to the king whatever it is he wanted to hear. All of my worries were for naught.

My escorts now draw me into a smaller bedchamber near the prince’s rooms and help me out of my wedding gown. Isabel has had a nightgown laid out for me, and a hot bath. There is much laughter as they help me rinse the long day off me and dry me off and braid my hair. Many of the women whisper advice into my ear about my wedding night. Isabel whispers that I have already had the equivalent of several wedding nights, so I should try my best to enjoy myself.

Then they lead me to the prince’s chambers and knock on the door. When Isabel knocks, Prince Jasper—my husband, now—opens it with a wide grin on his handsome face. He wears a nightshirt that is like mine, and all I can think when I see him in it is that I would like to see him out of it.

Isabel presents me to him, telling him that if I do not have the most perfect wedding night, they will make him pay tomorrow. He promises that I will have a wedding night like nothing any princess has ever known before, then shuts the door on all of them.

I’m sure the guards who stand in the hall surely have heard worse.

Prince Casen, who had been leaning behind the door all the while, steps out then and kisses me. He has had to wait for his turn for most of the day—most of two days, now—and I can tell he has grown impatient.

I have been impatient, too.

“I missed you,” I tell him, though he was there for almost all the celebrations and could hardly be pulled away from his brother’s side.

He kisses me back and does not have to say that he missed me, too.

Then his hands are on my nightgown, and he and his brother take it off me together. It is finally our wedding night.

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