The Prince Bride.

The prince dragged his heels, though he tried to disguise it as admiring their new home. The mansion was made of grey brick, with a brown roof. The windows were big, but all of them were glossed or painted, meaning there was privacy. The thick fencing and tall shrubs added to the effect and he realized that their neighbours could see very little of the property.
The inside was grand, yet simple. There was a small kitchen, a grand dining hall, and two sitting rooms on the main floor. The furnishings were all new and lavish, matching the ornate mouldings. The fireplaces were all decorated with carvings, most depicting nature or festivals.
There was a door near the kitchen which just led downstairs, and a watercloset near the back kitchens. Otherwise you could only go upstairs. The four banners of each kingdown hung over it, and as Monroe reached the top step, he finally noticed the wallpaper decorating the walls.
There were five bedrooms up there, as well as a sixth unknown room. His bedroom was on the far left, his room slightly larger than the rest. Nervously, he went towards the sixth room, wanting to use it as a distraction. He knew as soon as he entered his bedroom the sex would begin.
Inside the sixth room was a large platform bed, covered in pillows and blankets. It was larger than any bed he had ever seen before. The walls were red, and the furniture was black, the room lit only by the grand chandelier far above the bed, since the only window was painted to show a rose. He could see a wardrobe against the far walls and he swallowed, mind going blank as he went over to open the compartment. There were various bottles inside, on the top shelf, each labeled in careful writing.
For warmth.
For pleasure.
With the taste of strawberries.
He swallowed, realizing he was looking at dozens of bottles of lover’s oils. Hung from the bars inside was different lengths of chain, with several copies of the master key hung on the door of the wardrobe. -Monroe had no idea why they would be there, but his musings were interrupted by a kiss to his back.
The prince had not noticed the man sneaking up behind him, giving Alston the chance to undo his shirt while he had stared blankly at the stored goods. He gasped when the Fae began to kiss him, then turned so that he could claim those lips himself, his tunic falling to the ground.
The soft lace of Alston’s tunic felt good against his bare skin, making him press against the Fae. The smaller man groaned, opening his mouth to Monroe. He deepened it, running his tongue gently along Alston’s. He was surprised by warm strong hands nudging him towards the bed.
They stumbled towards it, Monroe falling down on top of Alston. The kiss had been broken, but he didn’t mind as he took a second to admire the flushed fae beneath him. His cheeks were flushed, contrasting beautifully with the white lace and the bright green of his hair.
A pair of lips found Monroe’s neck again, and he was soon rolled over so that Rowan could claim his lips. It was strange, going right from Alston’s sweet kiss to Rowan’s fire, but he enjoyed both equally. Rowan parted with a grin, “We need to figure out who gets you first, little Prince.”
“Alston should have him first.” Nicodemus moved Alston deeper onto the bed, then leaned down to kiss the fae. Monroe watched in shock as the dragon kissed the little fairy, watching the younger man squirm, then give in, surrendering to the kiss with a moan. The dragon was starting to undo Alston’s tunic, letting dark skin be revealed. The fairy was thin, but not sickly, his body showing how little he ever had to work. The dragon’s lips started to trail down his body, making the fairy arch and Monroe nearly groan.
It was one of the hottest things he’d ever watched, the tiny man being dominated by the big dragon. Alston was softness and white lace while Nicodemus was broad shouldered and dark clothed, like a dark knight. Small white leggings were pulled down, revealing a small cock nestled in little green curls. His legs were just as smooth as Monroe’s, and a little tattoo was wrapped around one of his lithe thighs, looking like ivy was curled around him. Once he was naked, Nicodemus parted from him to go to the wardrobe, leaving him panting and hard on the bed.
Rowan distracted his prince by kissing his neck, biting and nipping gently. A pair of calloused hands gently worked off his pants as he gasped, flushing under the scrutiny of all his husbands, but somehow feeling a tinge of pleasure at the thought, especially as Zale came over, sitting on the bed beside him and kissing him hard.
The mer’s soft lips and tongue were a nice distraction, the kiss seeming gentile but passionate. His hands started to stroke his cheeks, feeling the heat coming off Monroe’s flush, but Zale was surprised by the boy inhaling sharply.
Rowan’s mouth had descended over the Prince’s plump cock, stroking his thighs. Zale paused to give him a look, but he couldn’t get a chance to tell him off, also distracted.
Next to them, Alston had flipped around before Nicodemus could return, propping his plump ass up. It was beautiful, the skin dark and smooth. It was parted slightly at that angle, and Nicodemus did not need to do anything else to be able to see the little pucker of muscle. He covered his fingers in oil, then started to push one in, grinning as the fae shuddered from a mixture of discomfort and arousal.
Rowan grabbed the jar, barely able to concentrate. He wanted to get Monroe ready, wanted to be the first to feel his tightness, even if it was just with his fingers. He covered them sloppily, barely pausing his mouth’s movements as he searched for Monroe’s entrance.
Monroe gasped as he felt the intrusion, his body wanting to push it out, even as his mind ordered the muscles to relax. It took a moment to do, especially with the warm tongue teasing his body. His dick felt like it was in heaven, and Rowan’s free hand was holding his hips in place, unable to move. His eyes were locked on the sight of the dragon and the fairy, even as he felt another pair of lips start to slid over his chest.
Alston gasped in pleasure as Nicodemus found his sweet spot and a moment later a second finger was added, the stretch canceled out by the pleasure. He moaned, rocking back against the fingers as his instincts started to take over. “More.”
“Soon.” The dragon promised, adding a third finger as he felt Alston’s hole loosen a little with the first few moans. “You’ll have the prince’s hard cock soon.”
Monroe let out his own gasp, nearly coming, before the touches stopped and the mouths separated from him. He felt wet, his cock glistening with spit while his little asshole was lubricated outside, but not inside. He wanted to see what that was like, but he was afraid. He grabbed Zale by the collar, pulling him down for a needy kiss.
Zale returned it easily, the man wrapping his arms around him. Silvery hair came loose, brushing Monroe’s shoulder gently and making his skin tingle. “Zale.” He murmured pleadingly.
“Just relax.” He kissed him, stroking the prince’s shoulders. “Let us take care of you.”
The prince gasped as a cold object pressed into him, stretching him out almost painfully before seating itself in him.
It was a butt plug, the smallest one that Rowan had been able to find in the drawers, and the tiger was amazed by how it had started to stretch the tiny entrance. He played with it, gripping the outer edges and moving it around until he was rewarded with a surprised moan.
Monroe had been shocked by the intrusion, not expecting the feel of cold metal stretching him out, then plopping inside him. It was helped by warming gels, the mixture of warm and cold electrifying. It felt weird feeling it moving around inside him, the long plug reaching deeper into him then he had ever dreamed, and as it brushed one area, it had choked on the moan, feeling his body explode with pleasure. As Rowan rubbed that spot with the plug, he had to close his eyes, feeling defenseless against the pleasure.
The tiger stopped before he could reach his end, both of his husbands drawing away from him. He panted, letting out a noise that was wordless but begging, and then Monroe remembered himself and tried to open his eyes and sit up.
He gasped when he did, the new position putting pressure on the metal inside him. He licked his lips, prepared to ask what Zale, Rowan and Nicodemus were doing so far away from the bed, when Alstor whispered behind him. “I’m all yours, my prince.”
The eighteen year old turned, shocked to see the fae lain out on the bed, legs spread. His blue eyes were dark with lust and his hair was already going wild, fanning across the sheets. He had his hands down, spreading himself out to Monroe’s greedy eyes. “Take me.”
Monroe gulped, but couldn’t resist, crawling across the bed to reach him. He had a feeling the other men could see the metal obscenely pressed inside him, making him flush brighter, but once his skin met Alston’s he was lost in lust, barely remembering the others.
Alston was warm and soft under him, the smaller man curling around him. Thin, stong thighs wrapped around his waist, dragging it down, and he felt a small hand wrap around him, guiding the tip of his weeping manhood to the fae’s stretched entrance.
He kissed the fae breathless before giving the first push, entering him with a slight resistance. It was warm and wet inside, but tighter than a mouth and much more satisfying. Alston was squeezing around him, the fae tense, but he couldn’t help but thrust shallowly. Nails dug into his back and he broke the kiss in case the fairy wanted to protest, but instead the darker man just whispered, “Take me, Monroe.”
He complied, starting to thrust in and out of the warmth more earnestly. He shifted a little, and was surprised when a surprised gasp slipped out of Alston’s throat. Monroe sat up a little, looking down at his petite husband as he drew his hips back and then hit the same place again. Alston looked ready to scream in pleasure every time he thrusted, the fae biting down hard on his lip. It was the most beautiful thing Monroe had ever seen, so he did it again and again, increasing in speed until the other man was lost in the sensations.
Alston kissed him again as they started to near their ends, the fae barely able to kiss between his moans, becoming unraveled beneath the prince. “Prince Monroe.” He came first, tightening around Monroe like a vise before his cock exploded against his own stomach. The sight and feeling drove Monroe over the edge as well, making him give one last hard thrust as he filled the other with his seed.
Monroe pulled out, feeling satisfied and proud as Alston looked up at him with hazy eyes. He kissed him softly, but was soon pulled away and rolled over onto his back.
Zale settled between his thighs, kissing him softly. He slowly pulled the plug back out, making Monroe groan as his prostate was brushed in the process. After the initial stretch, it slid out easily, making the Prince feel strangely empty. Zale slid a finger inside him, immediately targeting his prostate. The direct rubbing of it make Monroe gasp in surprise and pleasure, his cock hardening again. A second finger was added, the two drumming against him until he was writhing beneath the mer.
They slid out as Zale moved down, bending to kiss his thigh before he lifted Monroe’s legs up and apart, baring him to the world. “Don’t-“ The prince breathed, not wanting him to suck him when he’d just been inside Alston. He was shocked when his mouth aimed lower, kissing the loosened entrance as his tongue plunged inside.
He knew it should be disgusting and insane, but as the velvet wet tongue stroked his prostate, he could only moan, gripping his legs and pulling them further apart so that Zale could get deeper. For a few minutes Monroe was lost in the measure, so strange, so good, before the mer finally slid his tongue out, then kissed a trail up to Monroe’s neck.
The prince finally took a moment to look at Zale, wondering if he was going to go insane from the amount of beautiful naked men he was seeing that night. Zale was perfectly proportioned, built like a swimmer. His limbs were strong but lean, his torso slightly v shaped and his thighs were thick and strong, and between him was a thick cock surrounded by silver. His face was proud and affectionate, his golden eyes looking down at Monroe like he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t understand how someone so perfect could look at him like that, but his thought process was derailed as Zale started to kiss to his ear. “Are you ready my love?”
He couldn’t help but nod, words leaving him as he felt the press of a thick cock against his entrance. He focused on the smell of seawater in his hair. It kept him relaxed as he felt the man push, though there was still some discomfort as he slid in. Still, Monroe moaned as he felt the man’s balls press against his ass, the pain worth it as soon as his prostate was hit.
Zale moved slowly, but as Monroe didn’t break beneath him he sped up until he had Monroe wrapping tightly around him. His pace stayed a little uneven, but gentle, his hands traveling over Monroe to learn every curve and dip. Monroe could barely stand it, especially so soon after his first real round of sex, but at the same time he held back, biting his lip, not wanting to let it end.
Zale seemed to notice, the mer nipping along his throat before taking him in his hand. His touches were firm and matched the thrusts perfectly. He leaned down to whisper into his ear. “Do you know how I dreamed of this? Of our wedding night?”
Monroe could feel his world explode as he finally came. His vision went white, his skin seemed to burst, his ears pounded with the echoes of his cry.
When he came to, Zale was pulling out, kissing him lovingly. He could feel his whole body still trembling from the pleasure but Rowan was already approaching, naked and hard.
Monroe wasn’t certain he’d keep his sanity if he had to do it two more times that night.
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A/N: first time writing an orgy. Hope that didn’t suck. I couldn’t fit it all in one post even if I wanted to, and I thought you guys would enjoy at least having the first half. :D Sorry to TabFan and all others that are more Rowan/Nico fans than Alston/Zale fans. The others will get steamy scenes next chapter, but Alston and Zale went first since they would be less intense and Monroe was a virgin.