ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  Astrid beamed.

  “Aye, and just as you make good lovers,” she noted, adding with a mysterious wink, “Ye might just make bloody good kings as well.”

  THE END

  The Binding of the Viking Queen

  MFM Menage Romance

  In Tribute to the Queen

  Viking’s Kiss: Both the Queen’s Men

  And so it has been told in the annals of Viking lore the story of the queen who harbored two kings; great and faithful Norse warriors who pledged their lives and their fidelity to one magnificent woman. Queen Astrid of Sweden, claimed two hearts and dual bodies, both of which she held in equitable acclaim for all her days on earth. And now that it has been told just how their story commenced, it now must be related how their eternal union finally came to pass….

  Chapter One

  Astrid may indeed have been a queen; on this day, however, she felt more like a goddess of the sea.

  Riding high on the sun soaked, gem blue waves of the glittering North Sea, the golden longship named for her sailed forth beneath the guidance of her expert hand; the tall scarlet sails of Astrid’s Dream flapping in the morning wind as its jewel-encased helm, one that took the form of an exquisite swan’s head with eyes that glittered diamonds, drove fast and furious through the waves before her.

  Having just completed a successful trade mission in the nations of greater Europe, she beamed with pride when she considered all of the priceless goods she had scored during the course of her travels. The silks, the furs, the timber, the jewels, that she had attained through acts of fair trade—through the use, not of raised swords or pronounced threats, but with the offer of the high quality goods crafted and grown in her home clan of Sigrid (named in honor of her personal idol, the great leader known as Sigrid the Haughty), situated in Birka, Sweden. She’d also honored that clan by paying tributes in the form of gold coins to orphanages and shelters for abused women.

  As much as Astrid had planned and conducted this journey, she had not taken the trip alone; instead choosing to share it with the men of her heart.

  Magnus the warrior, generally the keeper and captain of Astrid’s Dream, joined his brother and co-captain Eirik in inviting their queen to personally accompany them on their latest journey to the farthest reaches of Europe. And although it stood as their greatest honor to share their journey with their ruler and goddess, it stood as their greatest pleasure to share their beds with her every night below deck.

  Although the brothers always had loved and worshipped Astrid the Good, whose name literally translated to ‘godlike beauty,’ it only had been a year since the queen’s longtime friends—whose previous shared physical activities included foot races and arm wrestling matches that she nearly always won—had become her passionate lovers as well.

  “Aye, as much as I do enjoy the foot races,” she mused now, face erupting in her signature beam, “I daresay the passionate, very vigorous lovemaking sessions I share with these gentlemen are even more enjoyable, require more energy, and are infinitely more pleasurable—and, I daresay, they do much to build up our muscled physiques!”

  A tall, sturdy woman with a muscled physique and rugged features, Astrid was not widely considered a traditional beauty. Yet her dual lovers praised her radiance and elegance to high heavens, while never neglecting to mention her strength and wisdom. They loved and worshipped her endlessly; and she adored and cared for them in kind return.

  Although she well understood that the original offer of their bodies and sex had been motivated mainly by a desire to fulfill her long neglected needs for romance and sensuality, she couldn’t help but note the love and passion that she saw in their eyes and felt in their touch whenever she loved them. And she had felt intense flattery a few moons past, when the bachelor brothers both abandoned their search for young, biddable brides; preferring a slightly older and just as biddable—though in a strong, stalwart and eternally noble manner—matriarch.

  She always had believed that these sublime northern gentlemen—individuals who excelled as guardsmen, warriors, traders and councilmen—would make grand kings. Now she wondered if they would consent at any time to become her kings; to stand alongside her as adjacent rulers over the clad of Sigrid, to share her duties and responsibilities, and—of course—to continue to take their turns in her bed every eve.

  “We mustn’t forget that part,” she mused with a smile, turning now to greet the men who shared her boat, her mission and her life.

  Her heart always skipped a beat at the vision of Magnus, the captain of her guard, who boasted a silken mane of reddish gold hair that shone like pure fire in the light of the sun above them. His wide, intense eyes shone blackest ebony in this same ethereal light.

  Supplying a glorious and illuminating contrast to his older brother, Eirik boasted a luxurious fall of soft gold hair that seemed kissed by the sun itself; a long, silken mane that added further radiance to his sparkling, emerald green eyes.

  Both gentlemen stood proud and tall with their towering, statuesque forms, with many a maiden pausing to admire their pure bronzed skin, carved features, long, flowing hair and defined muscularity. And both shone resplendent in their glowing suit of noble and shining battle armor, with golden helmets atop their heads and tight, glimmering chain mail shirts that both restrained and adorned their bulging muscular chests. Both carried bright and exquisitely detailed scarlet hued shields that bore illustrations of elegant, thick-feathered swans: the symbol and crest of the Clan of Sigrid. And both toted their lengthy sharp swords ever ready at their sides--always prepared to defend if needed the honor and dignity of their beloved clan and queen.

  The same queen that they now rushed forward to enshroud in a tender but muscle bound embrace.

  “Hello my love!” they both said at once, then laughed in spite of themselves as they held their lady close and tight between them.

  For just a moment the queen lost herself in the affections of her lovers devoted, basking in their tender touch, and the contrasting feel of their hard muscled bodies as they enshrouded her in a protective cocoon. She inhaled their light citrus tinged scent, felt the sweep of their lustrous hair at her shoulders, and finally collapsed into a rare fit of giggles as their full, moist lips showered her face and neck with endless adoring kisses.

  It was a momentary indulgence.

  “All right, then, Gentlemen, enough!” she chided them gentle, jumping from their grasp.

  Magnus shrugged.

  “Of course we mean no offense,” he frowned, adding as he exchanged uncertain glances with his equally baffled brother, “We do love having you in our company for this journey, milady. We value you, not only as our companion, but as an expert trader, boat captain….”

  “….and warrior!” Eirik interrupted, adding with a broad beam, “We quite enjoyed the way that you dispatched that cretin back in London, who tried to assault that innocent woman outside the city alehouse. You most certainly do have a—ahem—way with a sword.”

  Astrid grinned.

  “I’m bettin’ that lad will be singin’ soprano for quite some time,” she agreed with a grin, adding through gritted teeth, “As I recall from that eve, I celebrated that monumental victory on behalf of maidens everywhere by throwing back quite a bit of ale,” she paused here, adding as she grasped her forehead in a most dramatic fashion, “Ack, my achin’ head!”

  Exploding with laughter, Magnus and Eirik smiled at their queen with warm affection as they opened their arms to her.

  “We see it as our official duty to warm and comfort our queen,” Magnus declared, adding as he waggled his eyebrows to flirtatious effect, “Would you care to go below deck with us, so we can brighten your spirits a bit?”

  Astrid thought a moment, then shook her head.

  “As much as I would love, aye outright adore, that prospect right about now,” she admitted, waggling her eyebrows in kind return, “I feel that we must discuss something first. Before we sail for home, dear gents, I wish to discuss
a matter of great seriousness with the both of you.”

  Eirik bit his lip.

  “Why, my queen?” he pressed her, adding as he inclined his head in her direction, “Did we do something wrong in your chamber last night? Aye, with all the ruckus you were makin’ right about midnight, we well assumed that we doing everything right.”

  Astrid grinned.

  “You both were perfect, as is usual,” she assured him, adding in a lower tone, “Tis simply that, well, in recent months I have been contemplating a major change in my life. It is a change that will impact not only my clan and myself, but the two of you, as well. Or, as I should say, the three of us.” She paused here, adding as she clutched her hands tight before her and squared her substantial shoulders, “After a blissful and very satisfying life spent as a maiden queen, I have made the monumental decision to enter the bonds of wedlock. I, dear gents, would like to marry—and as soon as heavenly possible.”

  Her beam dissolved as her two loyal lovers ducked their heads in unison, bracing their arms together in a show of mutual support as they shared a long, sad gaze of mutual condolence.

  “Aye, milady, we feared this day would come,” Magnus told her, adding as he shook his head from side to side, “We feared that someday you would choose to bind your life to a man—most likely a king or head of state from an allied clan—and that you would then find cause to leave us behind. And as much as it saddens us that the woman we love so dearly is about to leave our beds, we hope to remain forever by your side as your most loyal servants, warriors and guardsmen.”

  “Forever,” Eirik echoed, voice low and choked as he agreed with his brother’s proclamation.

  Astrid shook her head.

  “Aye,” she released on a sigh. “Why do you warriors always have to be so bloody dramatic about everythin’? I’m not about to marry a king of another clan—someone who in all likelihood would like to usurp my power, overtake my clan and relegate me to the role of baby maker,” she spat out this last word as though it was venom. “Nay, I wish only to marry someone who will share and enhance my power, not seize it outright, and who will treat me as an equal at all times and for all purposes.”

  With these words she stepped forward to point a loving but quite authoritative finger square in their direction.

  “I wish to marry ye!” she declared, nodding her head in strong affirmation.

  Magnus and Eirik stared at her for a long, quiet moment; then at one another for a longer, even quieter moment.

  “With all due respect, milady,” Eirik queried, tone low and uncertain, “Which one of us in particular would you like to marry? Or do you have a preference?”

  Magnus pursed his full, soft lips to adorable effect.

  “I suppose we could vie for your hand in a competition of some sort—a foot race, perhaps, or an arm wrestling match,” he mused, stroking his sculpted chin to pensive effect.

  Astrid guffawed outright.

  “You silly men,” she chortled, waving a teasing finger in their direction. “I want to marry both of ye!”

  Rendered speechless by this assertion, the brothers before her gaped outright as they considered her words.

  “With all due respect, milady,” Eirik repeated. “Would such a union fall within the laws of our land?”

  Astrid laughed.

  “I am the queen,” she declared, tossing back her chestnut brown mane to regal and dramatic effect. “I create the laws of my land. And, if you gentlemen well consent, I’d love to claim you both as my kings.”

  Magnus gaped.

  “You mean to name us both your kings?” he asked her, voice barely above a whisper.

  Astrid nodded.

  “Indeed I do. In your time of service to me, you have more than proven yourselves as councilors, guardsmen, warriors and, um, capable consorts—yes, that’s the term. I am beyond convinced that both of you would make great kings for this land,” she affirmed, adding as she raised a pointed finger for emphasis, “I must insist, however, that you still regard me as your queen and equal at all times. I shall share my power, not relinquish it. And at all times you must show your absolute and unbending loyalty to the woman who gave you your crowns.”

  Without hesitation her loyal lovers fell to their knees before her, bowing their heads and kissing her feet as they wrapped their arms around her legs.

  “We hereby swear our eternal and unbinding love for and fealty to our blessed, beloved queen,” Magnus declared. “A queen that we are more than honored to make our bride.”

  “Aye,” Eirik agreed immediately. “We swear to serve you well as husbands, and as kings. We swear to obey your every word, abide your every command. And I am sure my brother now would agree. We’d well love to celebrate our impending union by making mad, passionate love to you.”

  “Here and now,” Magnus gasped out, staring up at her with wide, adoring eyes.

  Astrid thought a moment, then nodded.

  “I allow and approve your first executive decision as the kings of my land,” she told them, adding with a raised hand, “Do proceed with your well-conceived plan.”

  Chapter Two

  Moments later Astrid remained standing stock still at the center of her ship’s deck; though, she had to note, only one of her lovers remained kneeling at her feet.

  A worshipful Eirik continued to kiss her feet; licking her toes through the opening in her sandals before stealing up beneath her flowing skirts of ivory silk to run a long, adoring tongue up the length of her exposed legs.

  Standing tall and proud at her back, Magnus wrapped his arms around her sturdy waist and pulled her flush up against the planes of his hard, sculpted body; her back pressed tight against his massive muscled chest as the lustrous strands of his fire red hair brushed gentle against the back of her neck.

  “Relax and let us love you, milady,” he whispered in her ear, dipping his hands into her firm muscled shoulders and massaging away her work worn tension. “Let us prove our worth as your kings.”

  Turning her head to engage her fire-haired lover in a heated, passionate kiss, their lips meeting and melding between them as their tongues entangled. An enraptured Astrid leaned into his kiss, moaning against his lush, moist lips as he reached beneath the fabric of her airy ivory dress and kneaded her bare breasts—flicking her nipples until they stood erect beneath his attentions.

  Down below his fair-haired brother delivered his own intimate massage, his strong but nurturing hands rubbing her hips and thighs as she sighed with delight.

  And just as Magnus kissed her senseless and continued to rub and massage her skin, his brother graced their queen with an intimate kiss; stealing farther up her skirts to kiss and lick open her sensitive feminine folds.

  Spreading and bracing her legs to allow him greater access, Astrid writhed wild against the body of an equally impassioned Magnus, who continued to knead her breasts and rub his lips soft against hers. Then she gasped outright as Eirik fixed his own full, moist lips around her throbbing clit and suckled her nice and slow, sending shards of pure erotic pleasure careening wild through every part of her body.

  Letting loose with an ecstatic moan, Astrid threw her head back to bask in the heat of the sol (her people’s word for sun) as a supportive Magnus clutched her to him and gyrated his rock hard hips in a blatant tease against her fleshy derriere—all the while raining her sensitive neck with a veritable rain of sweet, delicate kisses.

  “From this day, forward, Love, we are together in ast,” he whispered in her ear the word for love.

  Echoing and enhancing this sentiment, Eirik leaned his head farther upward to shift his lush blond head from side to side; this move intensifying the feel of his soft, moist lips against her throbbing clit even as his silken gold strands brushed the length of her bare naked thighs. Soon his long, wet tongue joined the fray, licking and laving her delicate skin as he set her body afire. The afternoon winds snuck beneath her skirt to further tickle and tease her; and as she bucked her strong, trim hips f
orward to intensify the pleasure, Astrid’s eyes flew wide to take in an ebullient kaleidoscope of sun, sea and sky.

  Finally Eirik graced her throbbing nub with a last, resounding lick, sending her across the bounds of an intense, incredible orgasm.

  Astrid felt kissed by sol itself as her entire body reverberated in a rain of sheer erotic sparks; her pussy gushing and her heart pounding as an affectionate Magnus swept her up in his big strong arms and swung her back and forth. He cradled her in a tender embrace while lowering her body to the deck beneath them.

  Laying her trim, hard body down the length of the silk woven scarlet rug that bore the image of her symbolic swan, Magnus joined his brother in rising to their feet before her. Both holding her gaze as they slowly and deliberately stripped away their gleaming suits of shining battle armor, their ultra-tight chain mail shirts, and their shiny black leather pantaloons—revealing at once their bronzed, massive chests, their long trim legs and rock hard hips, and long, hard shafts that seemed to salute the presence of their queen.

  “Aye, I am a most fortunate queen,” Astrid beamed, lowering the straps of her silky white gown and dragging it down the planes of her sweat lined, lean muscled body; throwing her head back to bask in the rays of the sun as the cry of gulls overhead soothed her senses.

  And as much as the queen savored the ethereal vision of the azure sky that loomed crystal clear above her, she savored still more the image of the carved, hard muscular forms that gleamed gold in the light of sol; her gaze lingering long on the massive pectorals, the carved abdominals, the rock hard hips, and the pulsating rods that defined their flawless physiques.

  She also admired the way that their long, silken hair glowed in this same light, along with the brilliant smiles that showed their sweet “ast” for their lady.