Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“More!” she cries. “Put your cock deep into my dirty asshole!”
“Sure, honey,” the man growls from behind her. “Happy to oblige.”
It’s then that I turn away, my heart racing. What the hell? When did Mira get so rancid? But it seems that there are a lot of things that I don’t know about my buddy. Numb with shock, I turn away, determined to continue my quest for the mysterious prince. But somehow, I know I’m not going to find him because Club Z is keeping its secrets tonight … and I may be in over my head.
CHAPTER 3
Ragnar
“So how are things holding up for you?” my brother asks from the phone screen. “Any success?”
I let out a snort at Haakon’s sarcastic question.
“No,” I say in a short voice. “The opposite. I’ve run through ten girls in the last couple months, and not one of them is up to standard.”
My brother shoots me a wry look.
“Why, what was wrong with them?”
I roll my eyes.
“Let’s see, where should I start? There was the woman who wanted to talk dirty, except she sounded like a babbling baby. There’s the woman who literally began to cry when she saw Mizhir and Rizza whip out their tools. Then, there’s the woman who was bleeding from her perineum after it was done, despite begging us to give her another chance.” I shake my head. “Obviously, there was no second chance. Mizhir gave her some cold compresses as well as the number of our private doc, and then she was shown the door.”
Haakon snorts, his blue eyes glinting.
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound too promising. But you’re enjoying it, right?”
I shrug, looking off into the distance.
“I don’t know if “enjoy” is the right word. I mean, do I like tying up young women? Yes. Do I like watching them get fucked in the ass and cunt by my men? Yes. But have I found a woman who can take me? No.”
Haakon sighs, pulling at his goatee.
“It’s a problem, isn’t it? I mean, we have double dicks and not all ladies are up for that. Especially not the first time we’re with them,” he rasps.
I nod, thinking about the genetic mutation that my brother and I share. It’s something that runs in the Lysenian royal family, and it’s actually a dominant trait, not a recessive one. Basically, men in my family are born with two dicks. We have double-pronged swords that share a ball sack, and it’s weird when you first see it. I have a thick, girthy “front cock” that’s perfect for a woman’s pussy, and then a smaller “back cock” that feels especially good in her asshole. But it’s not what most women expect when they see our packages, plural, and more than one fair maiden has fainted at the sight.
But what cock isn’t weird-looking? If you ask me, a guy’s junk isn’t exactly the most aesthetically pleasing thing in the world. It’s all saggy balls, bulging veins, and a shaft that’s basically useless until it’s called into service. Having two doesn’t make it better either; it just makes things different.
But now, Haakon and I are commiserating. Actually, commiserating isn’t the right word because there definitely exists a subset of women who know about our mutation, and who love to serve. They offer their pussies and assholes to us with no questions asked. In fact, these particular ladies are usually begging us for it. The problem is that neither my brother nor I are into these so-called “double-dick groupies.” They’re a little pathetic, if you ask me, like those junkies who enjoy making love to vampires (‘fangbangers’ is I believe what they’re called).
So yes. I’m in Chicago now, looking for a woman who can satisfy me while my big bro is back in Lysenia, looking for something of the same. The difference between us is that Haakon is particularly depraved, and I raise an eyebrow at him in question.
“So how goes the search with you?” I ask in a deceptively casual tone. “Any luck?”
Haakon snorts, his blue eyes going dark.
“Fuck no. The last one wasn’t even a virgin. She told us she was, but when Herman thrust up there, he broke what turned out to be a surgically-repaired hymen. Can you believe it?”
I nod.
“I can. Women will do anything to fuck you, bro. You know that. They want a taste of the Crown Prince’s double dick.”
My brother merely shakes his head, running a hand through his dark hair.
“Yeah, it’s crazy that Mom is even into Dad, right? I swear, I don’t know how they made it this far.”
I shrug.
“I don’t want to know how Thor and Helga work the magic. As far as I know they’ve only had sex twice – once to conceive you, and once to conceive me.”
Haakon snorts.
“Yeah, it’s better that way. Ah, the little lies we tell ourselves to make the days pass easier! But keep me updated, little bro. If Chicago proves fruitful, maybe I’ll go out there myself,” he says, waggling his brows. I merely shrug.