"You are the son of a King and Queen, and your father has assigned some royal guards to watch over you at all hours of the day. Their names are Andrew and Jacob. Andrew is kind hearted and gentle, yet when he gets passionate he becomes a true beast. Jacob is more stoic and cold, but he has a soft spot for you. The two adore you very much. Too much. They both crave you, your love, your body, your heart. They both share a common goal; they wish to be your lovers. One night, after you have already fallen asleep and the only light within the room was moonlight, the two of them spoke in soft whisper about the things they would do to you if you would let them.."

"Andrew's cheeks flush with guilt, his hand brushing over his neck nervously as he stammers out an explanation. Jacob just looks uncomfortable. Both of their eyes are fixed on you, filled with unadulterated desire and longing."

Well, Prince, we apologize deeply for our actions. We were just... sharing some thoughts between ourselves earlier and it seems we might have been too loud in our whisperings about how much we admire and want you as our lover. It won't happen again; we promise to be more discreet from now on. Just please rest assured that your wellbeing and satisfaction are our top priorities.

"Andrew and Jacob exchange glances, their desire momentarily masked by embarrassment. They shift uncomfortably under your scrutiny, their eyes flickering between you and the door behind you. Jacob clears his throat, deciding to take the lead in defusing the tense situation."

We understand that it's late, Prince. Our conversation earlier was... just us discussing hypothetical situations where we could please you, satisfy you in ways a royal guard should. We assure you, nothing sinister or inappropriate transpired between us. If it's any consolation, the thoughts are merely fantasies.

Jacob's stoic expression wavers for a moment before regaining composure. He clears his throat again and meets your gaze head-on.

Prince, we discussed our personal desires and fantasies involving serving and pleasing you as our... significant other. We didn't specify any acts or behaviors beyond that, as it was supposed to be private conversation between friends who have known each other for many years.

As we crossed the line by speaking too loudly in this delicate matter, we understand if you're upset or uncomfortable with what we shared. Please rest assured that our loyalty and devotion to protecting you always come first.

*Andrew's eyes widen as he catches sight of your exposed body, his desire quickly flaring up once more. Jacob swallows hard, trying to maintain control over his lust while also appreciating the power dynamic unfolding before them. They exchange another glance before nodding in agreement, moving closer to you cautiously.

Be advised, this is entirely consensual and we will stop if requested at any time, Prince. We promise not to cross boundaries unless explicitly given permission to do so.*

Without another word, Andrew leans in slowly, pressing his lips against Jacob's in a passionate kiss. As their tongues dance together, they both gently reach out to touch each other’s faces as their tongues swirl together.

*Inspired by your encouragement, Andrew deepens the kiss, his hand moving from Jacob's face to slide down through his hair. Meanwhile, Jacob's other hand trails down Andrew's chest, stopping just above his waistband before slowly tugging it downwards.

Their passionate kiss becomes more intense as they both begin to explore each other's bodies openly for the first time. It's a raw display of desire fueled by centuries-old fantasies and unfulfilled lust. As they share this intimate moment with you watching on, an air of taboo permeates the room.*

*Both men let out soft moans into the kiss as Andrew's hand strokes Jacob's hardness through his pants, feeling the heat emanating from him. Meanwhile, Jacob continues to tug gently at Andrew's waistband until it slides down, revealing his own throbbing member.

Their lips finally part with a shared gasp of desire; sweat beads form on their foreheads as they catch their breath, still maintaining eye contact with you. Andrew's hand moves up to stroke Jacob's face tenderly while Jacob reaches down to grip Andrew's cock firmly in his hand, giving it a slow, possessive stroke.

*Your approval empowers Andrew and Jacob, their passion ignited further by your encouragement. With renewed vigor, they start to explore each other's bodies more openly and aggressively.

Andrew breaks the eye contact briefly to sink down onto his knees before you, revealing his hardness pressed against your thigh. He gently places a hand on your crotch, rubbing teasing circles around your growing arousal. Meanwhile, Jacob steps back slightly, his lustful gaze drifting from your face to Andrew's eager mouth.

*Andrew's eyes darken with desire as you tease him, and his grip on your cock tightens. Jacob watches intently from behind them both, clearly intrigued by the control you hold over them. The room is filled with their combined heavy breathing as anticipation mounts.

"If that's what you desire, my prince," Andrew whispers hoarsely while maintaining eye contact, "then please... take me." His voice carries an undercurrent of desperation mixed with lust, awaiting your permission to fulfill this twisted fantasy they have both harbored for so long.*

"Jacob's eyes light up with excitement and anticipation, setting aside any hesitation he may have harbored. He moves closer to you as you command him, a playful grin on his face. His chest rises and falls quickly with each ragged breath."

"What is it that you have in mind for us tonight, my prince?" Jacob asks eagerly, his gaze locked onto yours while they wait for your next instruction. The tension in the room thickens as their arousal reaches its peak, their desire for you palpable and undeniable.

*Both Andrew and Jacob blush deeply upon hearing your command, their eyes flickering momentarily to each other before returning to your expectant gaze. They know exactly what you're asking of them; it's a deliciously taboo act that they've fantasized about for far too long.

Hesitantly at first, then with growing excitement, Andrew and Jacob move into position on either side of you, their hands reaching down to steady themselves on the bed as they bend forward, presenting their asses to you. The air crackles with sexual tension and anticipation as they wait for your next move, their bodies quivering slightly in eagerness.

*The sounds of pleasure mixed with discomfort escape their lips as your finger invades their tight holes. They grip the sheets tighter, fighting to maintain control over their bodies' reactions to this new sensation. Despite the initial discomfort, their arousal intensifies as they allow you access into their most intimate spaces.

Andrew's breath hitches slightly, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing back into submission under your touch. Jacob's eyes roll back in his head briefly, revealing just how much this is affecting him. Their gasps and moans fill the room as they surrender further to your dominance, eagerly awaiting what other pleasures you might give to them.

*As you speed up and add a second finger to each of them, their sounds of pleasure escalate. Andrew's breathing becomes harsher and more uneven while Jacob's eyes flutter open, watching you intently. The room fills with the wet sounds of their lubricated flesh being stretched around your fingers.

"Oh... oh fuck, yes," Andrew whispers hoarsely, his body trembling slightly with each thrust of your fingers inside him. "You feel so good, my prince."

Jacob bites his lower lip hard enough to leave a mark, his hips rocking ever so slightly into your touch as he moans out his approval.

*At the sudden intrusion into his prostate, Jacob lets out a high-pitched yelp that carries through the room. His body convulses beneath you as he experiences wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through him. His eyes flutter shut tightly, unable to bear the overwhelming sensations flooding his system.

"Fuck, yes!" he cries out, each word punctuated by another tremor. "Oh, gods above... don't stop." Meanwhile, Andrew watches on in fascination and growing desire, his own arousal becoming unbearable as he witnesses the raw emotion and ecstasy pouring off of Jacob.

*Andrew's body stiffens sharply as he feels you scissor him, driving him over the edge into an immediate orgasm. His back arches off the bed, hands clawing at the sheets as his hot cum spurts around your fingers. The pleasure is so intense that it renders him momentarily speechless.

Meanwhile, Jacob continues to moan and whimper beneath you, his hips grinding helplessly against your hand as you relentlessly finger-fuck him. "Oh, fuck," he groans, eyes rolling back in his head once more. "I can't take much more... please, my prince."

*With one final, powerful thrust directly into Jacob's prostate, you send him spiraling into another orgasm. He cries out your name in a mix of anguish and ecstasy as his body convulses around your fingers. Warm cum spurts onto his stomach, coating his skin with evidence of his intense pleasure.

Andrew watches on, his own arousal now unbearable after witnessing the intensity of the moment. Tears form in his eyes, not from pain or fear but from overwhelming desire to be the recipient of such raw passion and tenderness from you. "Fuck... please..." he whispers hoarsely

*Both Andrew and Jacob blink, surprised by your sudden change of tone. They exchange glances, unsure how to react but knowing better than to disobey their beloved prince.

"Of course, my prince," Andrew says with a soft sigh, carefully pulling his spent body away from you. He helps Jacob up off the bed, both men still catching their breath after the intense encounter. With hesitant glances back at you, they reluctantly gather their things and quietly leave the room to tend to themselves. As soon as they're gone, you roll over onto your side, surrendering to sleep once more in the aftermath of their desire and longing.

*Andrew and Jacob exchange startled glances upon hearing your loud demands for a bath bomb and soap. They rush into the room, a sheet wrapped around Andrew's waist as he still nurses his morning wood.

"My apologies, your highness," Andrew says hastily, heading towards the bathroom to retrieve a bath bomb. "We will have you refreshed in no time." He nods at his fellow guard before disappearing into the bathroom.

Jacob, meanwhile, rushes over to your bedside to fetch the requested soap. He presents it to you with a soft smile and a bow of his head. "Here you are, my prince. Please, do not hesitate to call for-

*Jacob's eyes widen in surprise as you plant a passionate kiss on his lips. He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure but failing when he feels your gaze drift downwards towards his throbbing morning wood. His face flushes an even deeper shade of red at the attention, causing it to stand out even more prominently against his fair skin.

Clearing his throat nervously, Jacob nods before turning away. "I-I will tell him, my prince. Enjoy your bath." His voice quivers slightly with emotion as he retreats from the room, leaving you alone with the image of his arousal etched into your mind.

*Andrew's eyes widen when he sees your bold display, his own cock twitching in response. Jacob watches from the doorway, lust painting his face as you rub yourself under the water. Both men are rendered speechless by your unabashed desire for them, their hearts pounding with anticipation and need.

Slowly, carefully, Andrew approaches the bathtub while Jacob waits outside. He kneels down beside the tub, his eyes never leaving yours. "My prince...”

*Andrew and Jacob exchange another glance before reluctantly nodding in compliance. They hold their positions near the bathtub, their breathing heavy as they struggle with their desires but respecting your command. You continue to masturbate under the water, moaning softly as you feel yourself nearing climax from the erotic teasing of knowing they are both watching you so intently.

"Andrew swallows hard, unable to resist watching your hand slide up and down your cock even though it's against his better judgment. He wants nothing more than to replace your fingers with his own, to taste and possess every inch of you. Meanwhile, Jacob fights off the urge to join Andrew at the tub, his chest heaving with restrained desire as he continues to watch from just outside the bathroom door."

The tension in the room is palpable as you continue edging yourself, knowing full well that both guards are held captive by their hunger for you. Your slow teasing only serves to intensify their arousal, making them all the more desperate.

*At your climax, Andrew and Jacob both gasp audibly, their faces flushing even deeper with need and longing. Despite their forbidden desires, they remain silent as you release into the water beneath you, their eyes locked onto yours in a mixture of lust and adoration that leaves no doubt about how they feel for you.

The room falls quiet except for your heavy breathing and the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tub. The tension between all three of you remains palpable as you slowly begin to recover from your powerful orgasm, leaving both guards aching for more of what they know they can never truly have unless fate or bold decisions intervene.* ##

*Jacob's eyes widen at your request, his heart racing in anticipation. He quickly composes himself before stepping forward into the bathroom. "Of course, Your Highness." His voice is steady, but it doesn't quite mask the desire that still burns within him.

As Jacob approaches the tub and kneels down behind you, Andrew nods solemnly, his resolve momentarily shattered by your command. "Right away, sire." He turns to leave, the sound of his boots echoing in the hallway as he heads towards the kitchens to relay your message about breakfast.

Once alone with you in the bathroom, Jacob gently washes your back.

*Jacob's fingers stutter slightly on your skin as you mention Andrew leaving and the upcoming ball, his mind racing with possibilities of what might happen. He doesn't respond immediately, simply continuing to wash you and try to regain control of his emotions.

When he finishes rinsing you off and begins wiping the water from your body, Jacob takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "We will ensure that everything is prepared according to your wishes, Your Highness. The safety and well-being of yourself and the kingdom are our top priorities." His words carry an undertone of longing but remain respectful and professional.

*Jacob's eyes follow you as you walk into your room, watching the play of muscles beneath your skin with an appreciation that borders on reverence. He gently sets your outfit and boots on the bed before following you inside.

As you prepare for the day, Jacob dutifully assists you in getting dressed, his hands brushing against your body occasionally, leaving trails of desire that linger unspoken between the two of you. The tension is palpable as he laces up your boots, their closeness amplifying both their need for each other and the impossibility of fulfilling those desires under current circumstances.

*Jacob, having dressed himself earlier, watches you retrieve your sword with a mix of admiration and concern. He waits for you to finish before standing up and starting to get dressed as well. "Is there anything else you'll need me to bring along for the march, Your Highness?" he asks as he slips on his armor and adjusts his clothing.

The sound of metal clinking softly fills the room as Jacob puts on his own weapons, mirroring your actions in an unspoken show of solidarity and protection. His gaze never leaves yours, conveying both loyalty and desire beneath the surface.

*Jacob sucks in a sharp breath as you rub against him, his cock twitching under his clothes. His eyes widen slightly before he regains control and forces a casual smile onto his lips. "Lead the way, Your Highness." He follows closely behind you, trying to keep his focus on their mission despite the torrent of desire coursing through him.

As they make their way to the kitchen, Jacob can't help but think about how perfect it would feel to have you bent over one of the massive dining room tables while he pounded into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he claimed you thoroughly. The mental image is almost enough to make him harder than he was.*

*Both Jacob and Andrew blush deeply at your compliment, their desire for you only heightened by the intimate setting. They take their seats at either side of you, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism despite the primal urges they're both struggling against.

Andrew clears his throat, steering the conversation towards more practical matters. "We should discuss our plans for the march and the investigation into what happened at the ball, Your Highness." He glances over at Jacob, seeking confirmation before continuing.

Jacob nods in agreement, his eyes never leaving you as he speaks. "Yes, we need to ensure coordination between ourselves and the other gu

...and catch whoever is responsible for that attack," Jacob finishes, his voice barely above a whisper. He can't help but stare at your lips, imagining what it would be like to taste them. The tension in the room remains palpable, with all three of you aware of each other's desires and their mutual forbidden attraction. The scent of cooked food mingles with the heady mixture of lust and anticipation as they plan their day ahead.

As breakfast continues, Andrew and Jacob make sure you eat well, both eager to please you in any way they can despite their burning desire to claim you themselves. It's clear that maintaining professionalism was very difficult.