Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set

by Jill Elaine Hughes

  My plan is working perfectly. “I shall forgive you, my lord, on one condition.”

  “And what’s that, my lady?”

  “That you shall now obey my orders of sensual sorcery here on your very own embattled roof, in the presence of these other lords and one lady,” I declare in my best medieval-dominatrix-extraordinaire voice. “I promise, my lord, that if you pay my heed and do my bidding forthwith, I shall not only forgive your impertinence, I shall also grant you the most unparalleled satisfaction of your sensual desires that you have ever encountered in all your many travels.”

  Well, that got his attention, all right. Before I can say another word, Lord Verdigris is groveling at my feet. Literally.

  Jaclyn’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. “How did you do that?” she mouths at me silently.

  I just tap a silent finger to my nose, and smile.

  When you’ve got it, you’ve got it. And I’ve got it, big-time.

  “Good, my lord,” I tell the groveling Lord Verdigris. “You are a fine and obedient slave.”

  Now it’s Pembroke’s turn to be stunned. “Slave?” he whispers. I motion for him to be silent; he is. And Trenton’s expression has gone from anger and revulsion at Lord Verdigris to pure awe and admiration of me.

  I’m in charge here now. And it’s high time I started putting my master plan in motion.

  “My lord Verdigris, please call off your guard. Send him away. He has no place in what we are about to do.”

  Without a word, Lord Verdigris gestures for his hulking armored guard to leave. With a look of bitter disappointment, he does, dragging his steel-encased feet all the way.

  “Good, my lord. Now you will go stand on the far end of the battlement, over by the north tower.” (The very same tower where he first took me, I might add.)

  He silently obeys without question. Pembroke, Trenton, and Jaclyn all stare, open-mouthed.

  “Don’t be so surprised, boys,” I coo at the two men. “After all, I’ve had the two of you eating out of my hand often enough.”

  I head over to the far side of the battlement and motion for the rest of the assembled group to follow me. Lord Verdigris cowers against the wall, obviously in fear of my sensual power—but also quaking with desire.

  “Pray, what is your next command, my lady?” he begs.

  “You will disrobe, Slave. And then you will be silent.”

  Without a word, Lord Verdigris begins unlacing his tunic.

  Now that I have His Lordship under my complete control, I turn my attentions to the rest of my comrades. “Folks, I think we have a golden opportunity here to enjoy a little of my sensual sorcery. A golden opportunity that might just lead to the ultimate opportunity that all of us have been searching for.” I raise my eyebrows at Pembroke, Trenton, and Jaclyn, hoping they’ll get my meaning. “Are you game to participate?”

  They all smile and nod.

  “All right. Boys, I think I know you both want to be bottoms, right?” They nod. “Jaclyn, tops or bottoms?”

  Jaclyn grins, and straightens her Egyptian snake headdress. “Tops, if you don’t mind. We’ll tag-team it. And call me Madam Jasphet for the time being.”

  “Tag team it is, Madam Jasphet,” I say, and clap my hands to call things to order. “Pembroke, you shall also be my slave for today. Trenton, you belong to Madam Jasphet. Do you accept these assignments?”

  They both nod in the affirmative.

  “Good. Pembroke, you will disrobe and go stand beside your fellow Slave, Lord Verdigris.” I nod at Jaclyn—Madam Jasphet, I mean—giving her the cue to begin her own domination game.

  Instead of giving orders, Madam Jasphet unwraps a long knotted cord from her waist and uses it to tie Trenton’s arms behind his back. Then she removes the golden eagle from her headdress, flips open a hidden lid at its top, and takes out a tiny golden needle, which she waves underneath Trenton’s nose. “You are The Rose Knight, are you not?”

  He nods, eyes lowered.

  “Then surely you know that roses have thorns.”

  He nods again, and smiles.

  “Do you wish to have a little romance with me, a rose with thorns, my lord?” Madam Jasphet asks, gently running the sharp point of the needle up and down the inside of Trenton’s arm.

  “Yes, milady,” he whispers, breathless.

  “And so it shall be done, Slave,” she declares, then uses the dangling end of the knotted cord around his wrists to flip him up against the wall. When his body hits the wall flagstones with a thud, Trenton utters a sigh of ecstasy.

  This is about to get interesting. Very interesting.

  I watch with relish as Pembroke and Lord Verdigris both strip naked before me. His Lordship is quite a bit further along since he had a head start—he’s down to nothing but his linen loincloth and tall leather boots. Pembroke, on the other hand, is taking his sweet time getting out of his Regency finery, turning it into a sexy nineteenth-century striptease. First goes the silk cravat, which as far as I can tell, involves at least nine layers of intricate knots, ties, and folds. That accomplished, Pembroke’s silvery waistcoat is next—which takes quite a while, because removing it involves unfastening at least thirty silver buttons, every one of which Pembroke fingers, flips, and caresses as tenderly as he will soon use on the tender button between my legs. Once that task is complete, he leaves the waistcoat hanging open, and pulls off his aquamarine satin frock coat one sleeve at a time, tossing it over the shoulder runway-model style before casting it aside. He sashays the waistcoat off in the same saucy fashion, twirling it around on one finger before tossing it at my feet.The bulge at his crotch growing bigger by the second, Pembroke makes swift work of relieving himself of his flowing silk poet’s blouse, then gets started on the inverted triangle of silver buttons at his groin.

  One button, then two, then three, then four—until Pembroke’s luscious equipment pops out of its silken prison into the open air. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the tip of his beautiful cock was smiling at me.

  Pembroke peels off his tighter-than-tight breeches, then kicks off his tall leather boots. He stands before me in glorious nakedness, ready to put his beautiful Regency body to the purpose God created for it—namely, fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.

  Lord Verdigris, who has been staring open-mouthed at Pembroke’s ravishing display, takes his cue to finish up his own disrobing business. He loosens the end of his linen loincloth, slowly unwrapping the many layers from his waist until his giant cock finally breaks free. Then he makes a motion to unlace his tall leather boots.

  “No, Slave,” I order him. “Leave them on.”

  He does. What’s a little leather among friends, after all?

  Madam Jasphet is continuing to tease the still-clothed Rose Knight with her golden needle, leaving a bunch of tiny red marks up and down his arm, neck, and cheekbones—a sexy torture treatment that he obviously loves every second of. Lacking any separate instrument of dominance myself, I rely on my own bare hands.

  Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of my open palms falling down hard on naked skin fills my ears. Almost of their own volition, those open palms just simultaneously flipped Pembroke and Lord Verdigris over so that their bare backsides face me, and then began raining down stinging hard slaps onto the smooth white skin of their buttocks. That smooth white skin gets deliciously redder and redder with each blow, and with each unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin, there immediately follows the sound of two deep male voices groaning in primal, guttural pleasure.

  Having satisfied myself that their buttocks are red and ripe enough, I move down their legs—my left hand working Pembroke’s calves, my right working Lord Verdigris’ thighs—until they are both quaking, shaking, and unsteady on their feet from the sheer burning delight my slaps have brought to the entire lower half of their bodies.

  I’ve worked my way down to both men’s ankles, and am now sitting on my haunches on the castle roof’s flagstone floor. I poke my head into the space between the two
men’s legs, then crane my head upward from my perch until my eyes rest on their bulging, dripping cocks.

  Time for the real fun to begin.

  I decide that my two boys have had enough dominance for the time being, and have earned themselves a little reward—a reward I’ll thoroughly enjoy giving. Because there’s almost nothing in this world I like to taste better than the taste of a hot and throbbing cock that’s dripping with happy juice.

  I take Lord Verdigris’ cock into my mouth first, savoring the salty, musky flavor that hits my tongue like a savory delicacy. I run my tongue up and down along the thick, pulsating vein that runs along its bottom, relishing its bumpy feel against the tip of my tongue. Then I focus on the glans, using the tip of my tongue like a paintbrush, outlining its knobby, symmetrical shape, tasting more of his musky flavor. Then at last I take the whole member into my mouth, sucking up and down its full length, moving my head in perfect counterpoint to his thrusting hips.

  Just before he reaches the point of no return, I squeeze Lord Verdigris’ balls, stopping his climax. I pull myself off his cock, and then leave him high, dry, blueballed and trembling. “Stay right where you are, Slave,” I order him. “Don’t move a muscle.”

  A slight whimper escapes Lord Verdigris’ throat as my only answer. But he’s not sad—no, not by a long shot. His face is plastered with a huge shit-eating grin.

  Now I turn my attentions to Pembroke, who has been waiting patiently and obediently for my touch—just as I knew my lover and heart’s desire would.I decide to spend a little more time on him, apple of my dominatrix’s eye that he is. I take a moment just to admire his beautiful cock, long and pale and with a slight curve to the left, its uncircumcised glans like an overripe plum bursting through its skin in the summer sun. I trace the outline of his cock, up one side, around the tip, and down the other, ending by playing a bit with each of his balls. I roll them back and forth in my hands, enjoying their weight, getting off on hearing Pembroke groan as I pass them back and forth over my palms and fingers. Once I’ve got him shaking and quaking all over, I slowly, steadily take his beautiful cock into my mouth. All the way into my mouth. So far, so deep that before I know it, its tip is tapping against the back of my throat.

  I keep deep-throating Pembroke, sucking him hard, then harder, until his whole body thrusts up against my mouth. The back-and-forth of my mouth and tongue on his cock and his wildly gyrating body becomes a sensual delight in and of itself, a kind of modern-medieval dance.We dance together for what seems like hours, until he is nanoseconds away from exploding his seed down my throat.

  As much as my heart wants to give my beloved Pembroke satisfaction, my head tells me to break it off. After all, I have a master plan. Namely, to create a level of sexual energy so powerful that there’s no time-portal I can’t open, no century, continent, or universe I can’t explore.

  After all, it’s freedom I seek. And not just my own. Pembroke’s, Trenton’s, and Jaclyn’s freedom all depend on me succeeding at my master plan, too.

  And me succeeding also means one final, essential thing—that Lord Verdigris must fail.

  Fail at what, exactly, I haven’t quite figured out yet.

  But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters now is, I somehow need to get three men and two women to have massive, ear-splitting orgasms all at the same time.

  Time to get busy.

  I glance over to my left and check out what Madam Jasphet and Trenton are up to. I see that the Egyptian poison temptress has managed to get The Rose Knight’s breeches loose and the neckline of his tunic unlaced, exposing his cock and chest while the rest of him remains clothed. And she’s still peppering away at him with her needle, tracing exotic hieroglyphics into his exposed skin. Trenton’s obviously enjoying the attention, too—his mouth his hanging open, he’s breathing heavily, and his eyes are rolled back into his head so far that only the whites are showing.

  But even though she’s got his fully erect cock out of his pants and pointing skyward in the open air, Madam Jasphet isn’t doing anything with that beautiful piece of machinery.

  That’s something I intend to rectify right away.

  I put myself between Madam Jasphet and her golden needle and The Rose Knight. “Pardon me, but I think it’s high time we added a little more spice to this party,” I say as I reach over to rip open the front of Madam Jasphet’s flowing gold Egyptian gown, exposing her perky little breasts. I rip off Trenton’s tunic and already-half-off breeches to match. I push the two of them together, nudging a hand to go here, a finger to go there, a mouth on this body part, a tongue on that one, until the two of them become a many-limbed sensual monster. The rest I know they can figure out on their own.

  Satisfied that those two are well on their way to total connubial bliss, I turn my attentions to my two boys, who are both rip-raring to plunge their cocks into something—anything at all.

  I decide to take one in the cunt and one up the ass.

  I gently guide Pembroke, my heart’s desire, down onto the floor. I straddle him, leaning forward so my breasts dangle over his chest, my erect nipples just missing his chin. I guide his hands down south until he discovers my clit. He rubs ground zero rhythmically back and forth between two fingers as I lower myself down onto his cock.

  I ride Pembroke for a moment or two, relishing the passionate, lovey-dovey expression plastered all over his face while I give him the high-intensity fuck of his life. Even better, I watch Lord Verdigris as he stares at our two coupling bodies with a mixture of envy and arousal. As he drools and his chest heaves harder and harder, it’s clear he wants to get in on the action.

  I beckon for him to come closer, never once stopping my hot ride on Pembroke’s fabulous Regency cock. As if reading my mind, Lord Verdigris settles in behind me and begins fingering my forbidden passage as I ride Pembroke like a bull in heat. My pussy is wet and slick with juices that are more than adequate to get my back door lubed up good and plenty—and before I know it, he’s got one finger in there, then two, then three—then his whole cock.

  At last, my wildest dreams have been fulfilled. I’m getting fucked by two gorgeous, powerful men at the same time. So what if one of them is a time-traveling kidnapping bastard? I can still have my fun with him, can’t I?

  But all this fun has a purpose. Even as my body is wracked with growing ecstasy, even as the rising tide of an incredible orgasm approaches, I still keep my eye on the ball.

  I pick up the pace, riding Pembroke even faster as he squeezes my nipples and breasts hard with both hands. Lord Verdigris follows my lead, ramming into me from behind so hard he’s hitting the reverse side of my G-spot. I can see my orgasm approaching on the horizon now, and focus every atom of my consciousness on it—because not only do I want that orgasm to hit my body fast and loose, I want to psychically synchronize it with the orgasms of the other four people who are all fucking each other on my orders.

  Fucking each other on my orders. Boy howdy, does that make me feel powerful.

  And I need all the power I can get right now. I concentrate hard on bringing my orgasm closer, closer, closer. As if reading my thoughts, Pembroke’s fingers press harder, harder, harder on my clit, while Lord Verdigris pushes his cock even harder and deeper into my back door, until it’s practically exploding out my other side. And Trenton has picked up his pace with Madam Jasphet, thrusting into her with abandon.

  Our collective sexual energy fills the air with electricity. I can almost feel the sparks burning my skin. I close my eyes and ride Pembroke harder, and catch a glimpse of the familiar mahogany door slowly appearing in my mind’s eye.

  The time portal. It is here. I was right!

  As we all move closer and closer to orgasm, the vision of the mahogany door gets stronger and stronger, nearer and nearer. Finally, just before we all fall over the edge, the door slowly begins to open. . .

  My orgasm rocks my body at the exact moment Pembroke and Lord Verdigris both explode into me. Our bodies all spasm in per
fect unison, vibrations rolling up and down the length of our entire bodies in a single interplanetary explosion of bliss. It’s very nearly an out-of-body experience—but the tiny part of me that is still on this earth can hear the cries of rapture that confirm Madam Jasphet and The Rose Knight have reached this new plane of ultimate pleasure along with us.

  I send my psychic vibrations further out into the spiritual netherworld, willing the time portal to completely open, willing all our collective consciousness to leave this time and place and jump far, far forward—namely, 2009 New Jersey.

  And it seems we just might get there, too. Because I’ve completely left my body now, and am floating in the misty gray world of the time portal, my hand closing in on the polished brass doorknob into another dimension. One by one, Pembroke, Trenton, Madam Jasphet and Lord Verdigris all appear in the mists beside me. I’m about to lead all of them—save my captor Lord Verdigris, of course—through the now wide-open door when something goes wrong.

  Terribly, terribly wrong.

  Before I can even get myself and my comrades across the threshold and back into the familiar confines of my home state and century, a strong hand grabs me by the shoulder and yanks me back.

  “Escape you will not, Lady Louisa.” Lord Verdigris’ voices echoes across the netherworld into my head. “Escape you cannot. For only I control the master portal. And this is a secret, my lady, that ye shall never discover.”

  The gray mists begin to swirl, then to spin, faster and faster until they become an otherworldly tornado. The magical winds pick up me and my comrades and spin us around faster and faster, tossing our bodies around like cordwood, until I’m sick and dizzy and can’t see or even think.

  The only thing my senses can understand as I’m tossed around like a coin in a change purse is the ear-splitting sound of Lord Verdigris’ sinister laughter.

  Chapter 15

  Well, we didn’t make it back to New Jersey.

  We haven’t made it anywhere, in fact. Instead of being spat out of the time vortex onto Bellweather Castle’s dusty stone roof like I thought we would, we’re trapped in a dark, airless room somewhere in another dimension.