Oneshot collection

A very short one shot with Ryuuki/Shuurei/Seiran. Hope you like. Still don’t own or make money from. So no sue K?

~Love like clover~


How had they come to this?

Shuurei knew. It was because she loved them both. Very much. So much so that she couldn’t choose.

The young Emperor of Saiunkoku. With a sweetly reverent touch.

The eldest living prince of Saiunkoku. The little whirlwind.

Ryuuki, Seiran.

Her heart.

She shivered as two sets of hands slid over her body, igniting fire as they went. One mouth on hers, one on her breast.

Hard body before her, hard body behind her. Was it wrong? Was it shameful?

It couldn’t be. Not when loving them made her feel so complete.

They were discrete of course, the court perhaps not prepared for such a deviant relationship. Certainly not ready for the return of Prince Seien. But that was fine.

She liked her secrets. They comforted her, empowered her.

A mouth attacked her core and she cried out, knowing those dominant strokes to be Seiran. Ryuuki was always much more gentle like she was made of glass. But she liked it both ways. She turned her head seeking the length of Ryuuki.

“Let me please you” she heard herself say in a husky voice and the tongue against her paused.

Seiran watched as she licked along Ryuuki’s length. Then the purple head vanished between her lips. Gods how he loved to see her pleasure him. He loved to feel it on his own length.
“Sh..Shuurei!” Ryuuki called out softly, elegant fingers sliding into her hair.

Seiran lowered his head again, lapping at her with newfound fervor.

She came several minutes later, Ryuuki pulling away as she cried out.

Ryuuki lay back panting on the bedding, as he pulled Shuurei atop him. His length rubbing against her soaked folds. Seiran knelt behind her, preparing her. His oil slicked fingers massaging over her twin globes.

Shuurei leaned back into his touch, whimpering softly when a callused finger traced the cleft between, pressing deeper to find the tight pucker hidden there.

She would never have believed herself capable of liking such attentions. But like them she did. Craved them.

The brothers always seeking to be gentle, had not ever pushed for threesomes since the first time. But she had liked it so much, she insisted, much to the mutual delight of all involved.

That slick finger teased in circles and she worried her lower lip with her teeth.

Ryuuki watched through the mirror put in place to allow him to see what his brother was doing to the Kou princess. No. His Empress.

He groaned as he watched Seiran slid a finger fully into her, heard her moan in response and his cock jumped. Her hand trailed down to tease him, even as Seiran pumped one finger, then two into her.

“Seiran!” She cried, “Please!”

He chuckled darkly against her back as he pressed a nipping kiss to her. He coated his hand with oil, fisting himself.

Then he nodded to Ryuuki, who’s large hands held her open as he placed himself against the opening.

Slowly he brought her back towards him. The tip pressing into impossibly tight depths, that slowly unfurled around him, granting him entrance to this hallowed place. With the patience of his years and experience, Seiran seated himself fully within her.

She shivered at the slow, stretch intrusion. The slight pang of pain that raced through her, before that dark need sprang to life. She moaned as the heavy hunger curled within. So different from the other hunger.

Seiran moaned at her tightness. Then he thrust softly against her a few times, heightening her desire. Ryuuki watched the deep flush rise on her flesh and settled himself back against the pillows.

Seiran, keeping an iron grip on her shifted them to lay on their sides. She faced Ryuuki and he slid against her, his length brushing her and she whimpered. Wanting to be filled to capacity, to the point where she no longer knew where they stopped and she began.

Ryuuki lifted her leg onto his hip and pressed upwards as Seiran pushed her down.

They groaned together as their lengths caressed each other through the thin wall of flesh that was her. They moved then, an alternating rhythm that left all three breathless, panting in growing pleasure.

One in, one out. Shuurei held onto them tightly. Her arm around Ryuuki, her hand on Seiran’s arm. Her little nails biting deep as the uncontrollable fire raged in her. She moaned, cried, panted, wailed and they continued to assault her senses with unending love and darkest pleasure.

Her body began to jerk against them, proof that she was getting close. Her walls tightened on them, and Seiran delved his fingers to play against her pearls. Ryuuki caught her lips in a deep kiss even as he pulled her cheeks wider for Seiran.

Seiran felt the telltale ache of release begin in his lower back, could feel Ryuuki’s sac pull upwards against their bodies. They were coming.

With a flick of his wrist, they plunged deep at the same time. Keeping that rhythm for three, four thrusts and then the world went white for all of them.

Seiran and Ryuuki called her name. One voice rising higher in his release, one dropping to a near feral growl and over it was her sweet cry.

Exhausted and sated, they collapsed on the royal bed. Shuurei curled in the protective embrace of her two lovers.

Ryuuki nuzzling her ear, Seiran’s hand roving over her flank. She drifted…….