This little ménage a trois is about to get interesting.
I slowly lower myself down onto my knees, taking Pembroke and Trenton along with me—they’re not about to take their mouths and hands off me for a second—until I’m kneeling on the soft, tufted sheepskin rug below. I loosen the last few corset strings until the entire top half of my gown falls completely away, and loosing the drawstring at the gathered waist until it slips off my body completely and the glistening red-and-black satin forms a rippled pool around my knees. Pembroke takes his cue right away, his mouth and fingers straying lower, lower, lower, until he splits open my seam and begins frothing away at my sleek, shiny sex.
I kneel down even more, until I’m almost sitting back on my haunches, my thighs spread apart and my lower half squatting as if I’m riding a Shetland pony. Pembroke dives in, throwing his entire body into eating and loving my pussy. Trenton stays focused on my breasts for now, sucking and kneading and licking at my nipples and squeezing my soft white globes until they become red-hot balls of flame. But before long, however, Trenton goes in search of new territories to explore. He ends up nuzzling my buttocks, kissing both my fleshy soft cheeks, then exploring the seam in between them. Soon he’s entering the forbidden zone of my back passage, spreading my milky cheeks wide to see what the chasm between them contains. He finds my puckered rose that is the entry to my back passage there, of course—and soon he’s licking it, touching it, gently probing it, making it the exotic erogenous zone that it is.
Meanwhile, Pembroke has turned his full attentions to my clit and sheath. He’s rubbing, licking and biting my clit with his tongue and thumb, and finger-fucking me too. I’m already bucking and bouncing in response to his touch, my orgasm just moments away. Trenton’s gotten busy with my back passage, too—he’s got two or three fingers penetrating me there, probing so deep that he’s pressing up against Pembroke’s fingers as they push up against my G-spot. The resulting sensations are so mind-blowing that I think I just might have an out-of-body experience.
And in a way, I do. Because just when my orgasm is on the cusp of exploding into the nether reaches of space, a strange phantom image appears before my tightly squeezed-shut eyes. A ghostly image of an elaborately carved mahogany door floats before me, its brightly polished brass doorknob beckoning me with its blinding shine. At first I think I’m just hallucinating from too much hot caressing in too many forbidden places—and then, it hits me.
The time portal. That ghostly image of a magical door inside my head must be Lord Verdigris’ secret time portal! I’ve found it! Or rather, Pembroke and Trenton have helped me find it, since the brightness of the portal seems directly related to how hot my clit and sheath are feeling—it flickers brighter and dimmer in perfect sync with the spasms that are starting to build in my nether parts.In my mind’s eye I reach out for the bright brass doorknob, hoping to open the door, but it remains locked.
Damn it.
The door may be locked now, but not for long. Because at the exact moment my orgasm finally takes hold, sending me into that incredible, wonderful freefall sensation that human beings the world over spend their whole lives searching for, the time portal slowly, steadily opens. I’ve left my body entirely now, and am floating in a grayish-silvery mist, the center of which holds the heavy mahogany door. I can still feel the pleasures of the earth-shattering orgasm my body is enjoying, but it seems somehow mythical and far away.
In my mind’s eye, Pembroke and Trenton both stand beside me, each holding one of my hands. I lead them forward through the ghostly threshold, and then—
I jolt back into my body. I’m still naked, my red-and-black satin gown still pooled down around my ankles. Pembroke and Trenton are still both pleasuring both of my sensual orifices. But we’re not in the Hall of Harlots anymore. We’re not even inside Bellweather Castle anymore. We’re—
Well, in truth, I have absolutely no idea where we are.
Pembroke stops licking my clit and looks up. Trenton pops up from between my butt cheeks and gives me a quizzical stare. “What happened?” they both ask in perfect unison.
“I think we just traveled through time.”
Chapter 12
Pembroke stands up and takes a look around while I hastily shove my body back inside my dress. “I believe you have succeeded in opening the time portal, Lady Louisa,” he says, obviously impressed. “The only question is, madam, where did you take us?”
“I have absolutely no idea,” I confess. “I’m kind of new to this whole time-travel thing.”
Trenton stood up and frowned. “I do not like this place,” he declared. “It reeks of the sinister and menacing things of the world. Things that my Beloved always told me to be cautious of.”
I stand up too, and start to get dressed. “Well, there’s only one way to figure out where—and when—we are,” I say, lacing up the front of my corset.“Let’s have a look around, shall we?”
Pembroke and Trenton are both obviously a little miffed at having to break off our group tryst before getting their rocks off, but we can get back to our playtime soon enough. First things first—we need to figure out just where the hell I managed to teleport the three of us to. And with my luck, we’re probably stuck sometime in the Paleolithic Age and are mere seconds away from being eaten by a T-Rex. Or attacked by a woolly mammoth. Or—
As if reading my mind, Trenton taps me hard on the shoulder. “Milady, methinks we are in a spot of trouble.” He points off into the distance, and my stomach sinks to approximately the level of my knees.
We’re standing in the middle of a vast, empty prairie, with nary a human or a house in sight. But just over the horizon is a huge, waving, dark-brown mass, and the ground beneath our feet is vibrating in a strange-yet-somehow-familiar way. Little by little, the waving dark-brown mass gets closer, until I can just barely make out what it is.
Thousands upon thousands of stampeding buffalo are about to trample us all to death.
I grab Pembroke and Trenton by their forearms and pull them close to me. “Well, I think I know where we are,” I say, trying hard to stay focused. If I’m going to get us out of this mess alive, I’ll need to be very focused. On what, though, I have no clue.
Pembroke stares at the approaching buffalo herd with a mixture of fear and fascination. “And where, pray tell, is that, madam?”
“We’re in the Old West,” I say. “In the early days of my country. Probably in Kansas, or maybe Oklahoma—“
Trenton looks puzzled. “The Old West? Do you mean the Great Western Firelands, madam, which are ruled by the Great Khan of Kublaikin? For I have dueled and vanquished many a mercenary in that wild and barbaric kingdom, covered as it is with barbaric hordes. . .”
I hold up my hand to silence him. “No, no, no. We’re in a completely different century, on a completely different continent, and we’re about to be stampeded to death.”
Pembroke pulls his saber from its sheath and waves it in the direction of the stampeding buffalo. “Madam, will these creatures perhaps be deterred by my expert swordsmanship?”
I shake my head and sigh. “Look, you two, it’s probably best that you both stop asking questions and just let me handle this.”
Pembroke and Trenton both look at me as if I’ve sprouted a second head.
“The Rose Knight never stands idly by when a lady is in distress,” Trenton booms, puffing out his huge chest and banging his lance against the grassy knoll below.
“But madam!” Pembroke sputters. “It is my gentlemanly duty and obligation to protect you from any and all dangers—“
“Shut up, Pembroke. You too, Trenton. I’m not the only one in distress. We’re all in this mess together.”
Their mouths both clap shut with a click. I do my best to put on my best dominatrix persona, and take charge of our increasingly desperate situation. I scan the grassy area surrounding us and spot a low ditch a few feet away. It’s a little damp and muddy, but it will have to do.
“See that ditc
h over there? Both of you lie facedown in it. Now.”
“But—“ they both stammer.
“Now,” I hiss. “Just do as I say before you both get trampled into steak Tartar. I can handle things from here.”
They both obey without further question, prostrating themselves out full-length onto the floor of the grassy ditch. Meanwhile, the buffalo herd is getting dangerously close. If I don’t figure out what to do in about five minutes, I’ll be trampled into Steak Tartar too.
I close my eyes and rub my temples, trying in vain to get the carved mahogany time-portal door to appear in my mind’s eye again.
Nothing happens.
I grit my teeth, try harder. Still, nothing happens.
“Damn it all to hell,” I whisper under my breath. Then I realize that something’s missing. I can’t just make the time portal reappear of my own volition. It takes sensual sorcery. Red-hot magic. Sexy power.
And I know just how to drum up a little bit of that.
I trudge over to the ditch and stretch myself out on top of Trenton and Pembroke’s backsides. I work my hands inside the tight waistbands of their trousers, wending and working my way around to where the front of their crotches are pressed into the grassy, muddy prairie floor. I find what I’m looking for almost immediately—and almost immediately, the two male organs I seek perk right up underneath my fingers.
Trenton and Pembroke both try to get up, to turn over, but I push them back down flat with my upper body. If we’re going to survive the next few minutes, we’re all going to have to do two things—stay flat as pancakes against the floor of the ditch, and get our collective rocks off hard and fast enough for me to open the time portal back up.
I begin stroking Trenton and Pembroke’s cocks in long, hard, steady strokes executed in perfect unison. And while both my hands work at giving them pleasure, my mind works at finding and opening that damn time portal before the buffalo arrive.
And to my surprise, that buffalo herd that’s minutes away from trampling us to death is adding its own sexy flavor to the situation. The approaching herd, thousands upon thousands strong, is shaking and vibrating the ground beneath us with its thousands upon thousands of trampling hoofed feet, turning the very ground beneath me into the world’s most powerful vibrator. As I work to stroke Pembroke and Trenton into simultaneous orgasmic bliss, the prairie underneath us is getting my own crotch into a red-hot frenzy, too.
At this rate, I just might get my rocks off, too.
Which is exactly what needs to happen right now. The sexual energy that’s starting to build in our little grassy ditch is the very thing I need to get that damn time portal opened back up. I squeeze my eyes shut again, and divide my brain into three parts. One part keeps my hands stroking and rubbing pulling those two big, hard, throbbing cocks into submission; one part concentrates on the heat the vibrating ground is bringing to my now soaking-wet crotch; and one part works like hell to send every atom of all the sexual energy I’m creating out into the temporal netherworld.
It works. In a few short seconds the heavy mahogany door of the time portal has reappeared in my mind’s eye. Just a few more seconds of bliss, and I’ll be able to open it.
I rub those two cocks harder, harder, faster, faster, until Pembroke and Trenton are both writhing and groaning at my touch. The buffalo herd stampedes closer, closer, until the ground beneath me is vibrating at light speed. I wedge myself between the two men’s bodies, spread my legs just enough to get my crotch pressed hard against the shaking ground—
My orgasm hits my body like an exploding supernova. Pembroke and Trenton explode a nanosecond later, spewing their hot, sticky seed all over my hands, then into the rich prairie soil beneath. The air is thick with the scent of sex, sweat, wet earth, and the musky odor of the approaching buffalo, which are now just a few yards away, mere seconds away from trampling all three of us to death.
Not a moment too soon, the time portal opens, beckoning among the frosty mists of my mind’s eye. Pembroke and Trenton appear in the mist beside me, their clothes clean and unrumpled, not showing a trace of our wild and muddy tryst on the primeval prairie. I take them both by the hands and guide them through the portal. We’re floating through the mists, swirling and twirling around, and then—
All three of us land back on the tufted sheepskin rug back in the Hall of Harlots’ side chapel with a thump.
We sit dazed for a moment, dizzy from a combination of time-travel and post-orgasmic afterglow. When my vision clears and I settle back to earth, I sit up, stretch my aching limbs. “Well, looks like we made it back safe and sound.”
Pembroke, stands, rubbing his bruised rump. “Indeed, madam. But back from where? And precisely when? It appears, madam, that we still have much to learn about controlling temporal shifts when we pass through the portal.”
Trenton stands, then reaches a hand down to help me up. “But the fact that the lady has the power to open the portal at all should not be overlooked,” he says, gazing at me with newfound esteem and admiration. “Methinks that my quest for The Rose Knight’s vengeance will now only be possible with Lady Louisa’s assistance.”
I give Trenton a little curtsey. “Well, I’m flattered, Trenton. But we’ve still got a long way to go on this whole time-travel thing. I have yet to figure out how to actually control where and when we end up when we go through the portal.”
“True,” Pembroke offers. “But you have succeeded in opening the time portal, Louisa, something that I have never been able to accomplish in years and years of trying. You are truly gifted in the ways of sensual sorcery and magic. Who knows, you might even join the ranks of the immortal one day, as Lord Verdigris has.”
Now my head is spinning. Me, a sorceress? Me, a time-traveling immortal? Is that even possible?
Apparently so.
I’ve come a long way from being just a tollbooth worker from Trenton, New Jersey, that’s for sure. “Well, I don’t know just how much of a magic-user I am, Pembroke, but it does seem that I have the ability to time-travel. Which means that eventually, once I figure out the rest of the details, each and every one of us can escape from under Lord Verdigris’ thumb and get what we really want—to get back home to our own times.”
Trenton’s expression goes dark, and he stares at the floor. “All except me, milady. For all that I want, besides vengeance of course, is to see my Beloved alive once again. Alas, she is dead, gone forever, and never shall I see her again until I die myself and join her in Hades.”
My heart goes out to him. I don’t know how to offer any comfort to Trenton, The Rose Knight, who has born the grief of his terrible loss and lack of vengeance for who knows how many years. I pat him on his steel-armored back, feeling helpless as his eyes brim with tears of loss and remembrance, feeling helpless to relieve his pain.
Then I get an idea. “You know, Trenton, if I get pretty good at this whole time-travel thing, to the point that I can control the exact time and place I travel to, who’s to say we couldn’t travel back to the exact moment in time where Lord Verdigris had your Beloved burned at the stake, and rescue her? Then it’ll be like she never died at all.”
Trenton’s face lights up right away. But Pembroke doesn’t share his enthusiasm. “I would advise strongly against that, madam,” he says. “For I have learned from my travels with Lord Verdigris across the ages that it is very, very dangerous to try to alter the natural course of human events. Very dangerous, indeed.”
“How dangerous, exactly?”
Pembroke frowns. “I’m told that if one interferes too much with history, then one can destroy the future,” he says. “Perhaps even erase ourselves from existence. We must always be cautious, always. I’m afraid rescuing the Rose Knight’s Beloved from death is far too reckless to attempt. My sincerest apologies to the Rose Knight—Trenton—himself, accordingly.”
I have trouble accepting this. “But what about the fact that Lord Verdigris kidnapped you and me and the rest of the Harlots from all over hi
story and trapped us here? That has to be pretty bad for the time continuum all by itself.”
Pembroke doesn’t seem to have an answer to that.
Trenton breaks his silence. “Rescuing my Beloved from death is not necessary, milady. I would not wish to put you or anyone else in danger by altering the course of human events. ‘Tho ‘twould give me great joy merely to see her alive once more, if only for a moment.”
I smile and squeeze The Rose Knight’s arm. Even in the face of hopelessness and death, the man is the epitome of romance and love. “You’re really a very sweet and tender man, Trenton, despite your fearsome reputation.”
Pembroke nods in agreement, then glances back over his shoulder. “I beg your pardon, dear friends and lovers, but I daresay that we must end this bit of incognito for the present. Lord Verdigris approaches. Along with a few sinister others.” He jerks his head in the direction of the main ballroom.
I glance over Trenton’s massive steel-encased shoulder and see that Lord Verdigris has just entered the ball, all pomp and circumstance with trumpet fanfares and dancing servant-girls and a pack of two dozen hangers-on.
And who should be leading the pack of hangers-on but Madam Jasphet herself, along with her ever-present lackeys Prudence and Mabel. All three of them look intent on doing physical harm to anyone within spitting distance.
And they’re heading straight for us.
Chapter 13
Lord Verdigris and his retinue saunter up, giving the three of us the once-over. “Greetings to you, Rose Knight,” Lord Verdigris oozes at Trenton. “Seldom do I see you here in the Hall of Harlots. Has one of my Harlots caught your eye, perhaps?” He cuts his eyes in my direction; as he does, Madam Jasphet shoots me a look that could melt iron.
Trenton gives Verd an abbreviated bow. I can see the tension working in his jaw, can even hear his teeth grinding; it’s all he can do to contain his rage in Lord Verdigris’ presence. “Indeed, my lord,” he says, all business. “Yonder Lady Louisa of the Crossroads is most bewitching.”
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