An evening of pleasure leaves Marcus exhausted, and satisfied

Marcus lay sprawled across the bed like a limp doll, gasping for breath, his mind still reeling. His face was soaked with Juliet's juices, the smell of the redhead's arousal filling his every breath, though the faintly salty taste of Jack's cum still lingered on his tongue as well. Meanwhile, his twitching lower half had been used just as thoroughly. His soft dick ached with a sort of pleasant heat, his balls entirely drained onto his own belly, or filling Juliet's pussy as the redhead had ridden him into the bed time and time again. He'd lost count of how many times he'd cum tonight, and he doubted he could manage even one more drop no matter what else his voracious partners did to him. Meanwhile, he could feel his poor butt throbbing a bit as well, trickles of cum dribbling down from his well-used hole. The faint, empty ache down there reminded him of just how good it had felt to be filled up by Jack's thick cock, sending one more needy little shiver through his exhausted body, but right now he just wanted to lie here and catch his breath for the next few hours at least.

"Look at that, I think we might have finally exhausted him." Jack chuckled from the other side of the bed, where he and Julie were still going at it...somehow. Panting softly, Marcus just about managed to awkwardly roll over onto one side to look at his lovers. Jack was kneeling just behind Juliet, who lay across the bed with her toned ass in the air as he thrust into her from behind. The young prince watched with wide, admiring eyes as the older man took Juliet by the wrists, pulling her arms up behind her and using them as leverage to push himself inside the redhead's body. She made an appreciative purring noise, bucking back to meet his thrusts with ardor, her toned body working to please them both.

"How...can you two still be going?" Marcus gasped out weakly, more than a little awed at their stamina.

"Let's just say I know how to pace myself." Jack replied, with a teasing wink across Juliet's body as he kept thrusting his cock inside her, drawing a chorus of hoarse moans from the mute redhead. "Honestly, I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did. We both worked you over pretty hard there, but you're one eager slutty boy once you get into it, and fuck do we both enjoy it." Marcus felt his cheeks flush hot at that. Well..if Jack and Juliet liked it...he didn't mind being a bit slutty for them sometimes. Shifting on the mussed up blankets, he managed to lean up on his elbow. Laying like that, he could quietly watch his two lovers enjoy each other. Even if he was too drained to feel much more than a faint flicker of arousal, he could still definitely admire their two naked bodies. Jack's hulking muscles flexed as he drove his nice, thick cock inside Juliet's waiting pussy, the redhead was trembling now with her own impending climax, her gasps and moans growing increasingly hoarse and ****. The young prince shivered, having been on that side of Jack's cock himself more than once now...he knew exactly why Juliet was looking so eager. Maybe...he was more than a little aroused, he thought with a grin. "Just got to finish her off one last time..." Jack groaned, his brow beading with sweat as he hammered into Juliet's squirming body. He was clearly getting close himself as well, his stubbled cheeks flushing, and his callused fingers digging into the softer skin of the redhead's wrists.

Juliet went limp suddenly, almost collapsing into the bed as her trembling legs gave way under a powerful thrust from behind. Her mouth gaping open, she let out a shrill sound of pleasure, all four limbs shivering helplessly as Jack kept pounding into her from behind, her toned ass rippling each time their bodies met. Her juices spattered across the older man's muscular legs, spraying from her clenching slit with each powerful thrust. Juliet was a strong woman and quite confident and cheeky too in her own way, but in Jack's huge hands right now she looked as helpless as a kitten.

Marcus watched it all with shy appreciation, unable to tear his wide gaze from the sight of the redhead woman moaning and squirming under Jack's cock. All the times she'd ridden his dick and tongue now, she'd never climaxed quite like this before, never so explosively and with such obvious delight. It wasn't hard to guess at some of the reasons why. Jack was bigger...in a lot of ways, and while he might not know too much about women and what they liked the young prince was distinctly aware he didn't quite measure up. Not only that, but it was obvious just at a glance Jack knew exactly how to use it too. Having very much appreciated some of that skill himself when he'd been the one bent over with his butt in the air, the young prince really didn't mind at all knowing his lover was better in bed. It was enough for him that Juliet had a good time with either of them, or both together...and that he got to get some of that amazing cock himself when he wanted it. For now, he could just enjoy the sight of the redhead he was coming to really like as well cumming all over the cock buried deep inside her.

He smiled again at the thought, watching with rapt attention as Jack leaned right over Juliet's prone body, slamming himself inside her to the hilt With a low groan, he shuddered with orgasm, his muscled buttocks flexing and tensing as he sprayed his cum deep inside the redhead's eager slit. He went limp on top of her, his jaw clenched and his . Maybe...Juliet was better in bed than him too, Marcus realized, the thought making him pout a little. Somehow he was a bit more annoyed at the idea that the redhead would be. But well it wasn't fair, she had a lot more experience, so...he'd get better at this too, right? As soon as he learned exactly what Jack liked!

His two lovers lay there for a few moments more, both of them panting hotly, naked bodies glistening with sweat and still joined. Then, Jack leaned back, lifting himself up off Juliet and rolling over onto his side. His softening cock popped free of her soaking pussy, leaving a thick trail of cum dribbling from her lips, a sloppy mixture of both Jack and Marcus' own. The redhead twitched weakly, her legs shivering a bit, then collapsed back into the sheets with a very satisfied moaning noise. It definitely looked like she was done now. Marcus grinned again, watching her nuzzle against a pillow. It looked like she was probably going to go straight to sleep like that, and he could sympathize!

"Ah...fuck that was good..." Jack groaned, shuffling up to kneel back on the bed beside Juliet this time, with Marcus on his other side, close enough now the young prince could smell the spicy mixture of sweat and sex coming off the older man like musk. It made him feel rather dizzy as he breathed it in as deep as he could. "Haven't had a night like that in years, since I was a lot younger and more reckless." Jack continued, stretching out one muscular arm above his head, the movement making his huge shoulders bulge in a very distracting way. "Definitely feel the strain more these days, but damn was it worth it."

"You've had more nights like this?" Marcus blushed even hotter at the thought, helpless but to imagine Jack naked in a pile of eager men and women.

"Well...sure, I guess." Jack shrugged. "Back when Lyra first recruited me after...well." He glanced down, then shook his head. "Anyway, there were only a few of us then, close as thieves. Lots of nights on the run, hiding from the guards after pulling some dangerous scheme of hers to wreck some noble's prissy life, all holed up together in whatever little bolthole we could find. Course it ended up with all of us in bed together more than once. Julie and me, a lot of the time." His gaze flickered to Juliet, who was slumbering now against the pillows, taking in deep, even breaths and looking much more relaxed than Marcus had ever seen her. "And Lyra too, of course...plus some of the others who aren't...with us anymore."

"You and Lyra too?" Marcus gasped, a little shocked at that. While it was obvious Lyra and Jack were close comrades...he couldn't quite imagine the scarred woman taking anyone to bed easily. She'd seemed to find it so...difficult with him, obviously ashamed by her scars and deeply damaged by what had happened to her, and then she'd been so rough because of it as well.

"Yeah, once." Jack sighed, a shadow falling across his handsome features. "Things were pretty different then. Never thought her schemes were actually going to get anywhere, I was just in it for whatever **** I could find, and so was she at the time...maybe. We were free to do whatever we wanted, and furious at the world. When you're feeling like that, it's easy to grab what comfort you can, however you can. Just celebrating getting to live another day, you know?" He smiled faintly, as if enjoying the memory, but there was something hollow in his gaze as well. "Well then she started thinking bigger, getting bolder. The word got out, lots more started joining us from all over the kingdom and suddenly it all started pulling together. She was so **** to make this all work and she had to work so hard to pull it off, her mission was all she could focus on after that. I knew she was...changing, pulling away from me and everyone else, but I didn't really mind...figured the only way she could get rid of her ghosts, and mine...was if we got our ****."

Marcus glanced away, feeling his stomach twist with guilt. Even if his father hadn't really killed Lyra's mother like she thought, he still knew the state the kingdom had been left in was really to blame for that. And for what had happened to Juliet and Jack too. She'd had her tongue cut out because some of the nobles and baliffs his father had appointed were cruel enough to do that to a woman just for defying them. And Jack...he still didn't quite know what had happened to the older man, only that he'd lost his family in some way and gotten that awful scar around his neck too, but it was obvious enough from what little the older man had said that it had all happened because of some noble too.

No matter that he'd had little to do with running the kingdom, Marcus couldn't help but feel awful about that. After all, it was still at least partly his fault. He was part of the royal family who'd caused all this. If he'd just been a little less...sheltered, if he'd stood up to his mother and left the castle even once without her, he could have seen how bad things were getting! Then, he was sure he could have somehow made his parents try to fix it...and maybe so many people wouldn't have gotten hurt. His lip started to tremble, that cold, tightness in his throat threatening tears. After the night he'd just had...as amazing as it had all felt...he now now felt so raw and ****. It was just far too easy to tell himself he didn't deserve to be treated this kindly by people his family had hurt so badly, no matter that he knew both Jack and Juliet would disagree!

Then, just as his gaze started to mist with tears, a strong hand settled on his cheek, callused fingers brushing over his soft skin until they found his chin, and his head was turned back to look at his lover. Jack was staring down at him with a sympathetic look in his brown eyes, and as the young prince watched in disbelief, the older man leaned over towards him. Marcus let out a little gasp of shock, just before his lover's mouth pressed down on his in a gentle, soothing kiss. He felt his tired body go limp, only held up just about by those fingers gently gripping him by the chin, as their lips brushed over each other. When Jack drew back just a little, their mouths slipping apart, he left the young prince gasping for air, lashes fluttering and a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest.

"Jack." Marcus murmured breathlessly.

"Don't look so sad, not now." Jack's fingers still gently cupped his chin, holding Marcus where he was so close to his lover's handsome face and warm lips. "You're the last person who needs to blame himself for what happened to me. After all...turns out it wasn't **** I needed, it was you." The older man smiled gently, his eyes almost glowing in the flickering candlelight. "You were so brave and kind even after everything Lyra and I did to you, it reminded me of all those things I should value much more. If it wasn't for meeting you, I'd have stayed just how I was, just as angry and unhappy, wanting to burn everything and myself for the cause, just as willing to hurt a sweet boy who's done nothing to deserve it instead of fixing my mistakes. You...changed that, Marcus, and I'm so grateful for that. As for Julie...well, just look at her. She's happier than I've seen her in years, and that's because of you too." Marcus sniffled at that, tears welling up in his fluttering lashes. Hearing that...in Jack's rough voice, was a relief like nothing he could ever have imagined. He couldn't speak...could barely even breathe, through the aching heat filling up his bare, heaving chest.

"Jack!" He sniffled wetly. Before his wobbly muscles could stop him, he threw himself forward, collapsing into the larger man's muscled chest. His trembling arms wrapped around his lover's body, holding Jack as tight as he could manage. The older man went stiff, but then breathed out a soft sigh that tickled in Marcus' hair. One large arm settled around his body, firm muscle holding him there.

"Woah now..." Jack murmured, his voice soft and soothing. His large hand stroked down Marcus' trembling back, callused fingers leaving warm trails on the young prince's soft skin. "It's okay...cry all you need to. You've had it rough these past few days...but it's over now. I promise." Marcus shivered with relief, letting those blissful words wash over his trembling body like soothing water. Just as Jack said...Lyra had dropped his debt now. It was over...he wasn't going to be **** to sleep with anyone else after all! He could just stay with Jack and Julie, like he wanted now! Smiling through his tears, the young prince raised his head, staring up at Jack's handsome, stubbled face. Some small part of him still couldn't believe that he'd fallen for this...rough man, a peasant, so different to anyone he'd ever known and a rebel no less, but...he didn't care about that anymore! Jack was the kindest and best man he'd ever met, and Marcus was just...delighted they'd somehow ended up together like this, no matter how it had happened. His wet lips trembled, and he found words spilling free in a soft, trembling voice that ached with feeling.

"I think...um I think I love you, Jack..." The young prince stammered. The older man's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment Marcus wondered with a worried lurch that he might have said too much. Then Jack's gaze softened, his arms wrapping tighter around the trembling young prince, holding Marcus in his lap like a priceless treasure.

"Well...isn't that something." The older man murmured. He shifted slightly against Marcus, pulling the young prince even closer against his big, muscled body. The boy sighed with delight, enjoying the warmth of his lover's skin pressed on his own shivering flesh. "I...reckon I love you too." Jack continued, his voice hoarse and trembling. Marcus whimpered out, those sweet words humming through his entire body, blooming warmth and safety like nothing he'd ever felt following in their wake. Jack...loved him! The thought made his heart skip a beat, made him smile so wide his cheeks hurt even as tears dribbled down from his fluttering lashes. Maybe he could have said more...like just...telling Jack again and again that he loved him, or how grateful he was for hearing those words in turn, or just how good it felt to be held so warm and tight in his lover's arms...but somehow he knew he didn't really need to speak. It felt like Jack already knew, and the young prince was just so relieved lying here, there was no need for him to stir even to say another word.

For some time, the young prince just stayed there, locked into his handsome lover's warm embrace, feeling like the whole rest of the world had just faded away to leave the two of them on this bed. And...Julie too of course, still slumbering away beside them, who while he might not feel the same wonderful depths of blissful gratitude towards, he...knew he was starting to care for just the same. With time, Marcus sensed he could maybe...come to love the redhead too, and she seemed to like him. It was...strange at first, thinking of loving two people like that even as just a shy fantasy. All the stories he'd read or songs he'd heard it had always just been one girl and boy who ended up in love, but here he was already changing up the script by falling for a man in the first place. And then Jack and Juliet obviously cared about each other, bound together by a long history he could still only guess at. Maybe...it was okay if the three of them stayed together like this, all three of them in love with each other. Marcus thought he'd be very happy like that.

At last, Jack moved, gently pulling the young prince along with him as he lowered his body down onto the mussed up sheets. Marcus ended up laying on his belly, with his handsome lover at his side, Jack's head near his shoulder, close enough he could feel the older man's warm breaths on his skin. Juliet was on the other side, still...asleep, he thought, but as he lay there she stirred slightly, snuggling in closer to him until her soft breasts were pressed against his side and one of her toned legs was tossed casually over both of his like she wanted as much contact between them as she could manage. Marcus blushed, feeling very much squashed between their two naked bodies...not that he minded.

"Julie's got the right idea, nodding off like that." Jack murmured at his side, a hint of amusement in his rough voice. "Reckon the two of us should get some sleep as well."

"Yeah..." Marcus nodded, before letting out a soft, exhausted yawn. His eyes fluttered, on the verge of closing as he settled back into the soft pillow underneath him. After...everything that had happened today, it was no wonder he felt exhausted now, both physically and emotionally. In fact, he could hardly keep his eyes open, the warmth of his two lovers against his tired body lulling him away to slumber.

"We'll talk about what happens next...tomorrow." Jack continued, as the young prince started to nod off into a deep, satisfied sleep. "But I promise...no matter what comes, we'll be facing it together...the three of us."