Deviant Knights

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  “Do you like that? To have your hands bound?” Gabriel whispered into her ear as Michel moved before her, rubbing his cock through his pants, already having shed his suit jacket. She wondered if his cock was as large as Gabriel’s had been. When she’d had his enormous length in her hand, she’d been scared for a moment, unsure if a man that large could fit inside her. But she was more than willing to try, the thought of him spreading her open enough to make her burn.

  “Gabriel, I think she just may have a submissive streak and we should explore it, oui?”

  “Si, mi amigo. I think this one wants to fly. We need to make sure we control that need, direct it.”

  Gabriel led her down a darkened hall and into a bedroom she assumed was Michel’s. They led her to a spot in the center of the spacious room and stopped. She surveyed the interior, the rich velvets and brocades somehow fitting for him. Wide windows allowed moonlight to stream in, and a light in an ensuite bathroom filtered in as well. No other light filled the space, and she jumped when she felt them both close her in. Michel took her mouth as Gabriel released her hands around the back of his neck, the silent instruction to keep them aloft not lost on her.

  Her Spaniard’s tongue burned a path along her neck as he captured her breasts, tweaking the nipples. She felt the back of Michel’s hand graze against her mons just before she heard a zipper release. His pants dropped to the floor and he backed away to remove his jacket and shirt. Even in the low light, she was amazed at what she saw. His cock was at least as large as Gabriel’s, if not thicker. He was also firm in all the right places, heavily muscled and fit.

  Self-confidence wavering, she thought to the roundness of her body, sobered by the belief they would not find her as appealing as she found them. Would they find her lacking?

  “Why do you stiffen? Do you have second thoughts about this night?” Gabriel whispered into her ears. Michel paused, his steps faltering as he heard Gabriel’s question.

  “You are both firm. Fit. I am not.”

  Michel scoffed. “You are as a woman should be. Suppleness and curves. Men are hard, warriors. Women are the soft place for them to seek solace.”

  He had stepped into her as he spoke, lowering his head to seize her lips once more, his hardness seeking solace in her. She melted against them both, feeling spineless.

  “You’re magnífico. Never think otherwise.” Gabriel stepped back and unleashed her bra, letting her arms down to remove the lace. She stood in Michel’s arms, nude but for her garters, stockings, and heels. Gabriel quickly disrobed behind her and stepped back into her, his hardened cock pressing into her back.

  Michel led her to his massive custom bed. She was sure she’d never seen its equal in size. He lifted her to the edge and she backed to the center as both men charged for her from either side. Gabriel guided her to her hands and knees, her ass high in the air. He sat before her and guided her head to his cock, while Michel began to lick her exposed pussy, his hands sliding into her channel. She moaned at the sensation and reached with one hand to grasp Gabriel’s cock at the root.

  She licked the head, tasting the beaded drop of pre-cum from the slit, his musky flavor sliding over her tongue. His head fell back as she sucked the bulbous head between her lips, her hands sliding up and down the thick mass, pumping his flesh. She couldn’t close her hands around his girth, but nearly so, enough to give him pleasure. Or so his taut body and groans told her.

  Moaning against the cock in her between her lips, she closed her eyes from the pleasure of Michel’s mouth. His wicked fingers poked into her sheath and her tight rosebud as his tongue did naughty things to her clit. She pressed back into him, pleasure spiraling through her. In the midst of her own fantasy, they were better than she’d ever imagined. She felt sexier at that moment then she ever had.

  Her breasts full and heavy, her pussy being whipped into a fiery inferno, they were giving her everything they had. She felt the electric rushes down her spine as her orgasm closed in on her, and she let Gabriel’s cock pop from her lips as she screamed out in release. Michel kept up his motions, letting her ride out the sensation for as long as possible, but as soon as she’d come back down to earth, the men changed positions, Gabriel at her pussy, Michel seated before her.

  Gabriel’s mouth was even more exquisite than Michel’s, or perhaps it was the fact that she’d already found one release. She felt it begin to slowly build again, as she wrapped her fingers around Michel’s erection. He was indeed thicker than Gabriel, her mouth stretched tight as she slipped her lips over the head and sucked him as far into her throat as far as she could. His growls of pleasure were music to her ears.

  Gabriel slipped two fingers into her ass, and she knew then, they were priming her for double entry. She’d never experienced it before, and her whole body began to tremble with excitement. The thought of them both claiming her at once was enough to throw her off the brink once more. She cried out around Michel’s cock, the head popping out from between her lips near the end for her to catch a breath.

  A blast from the foyer had both men jumping from the bed. They were a blur, pants on and long swords in their hands. They rushed from the room, their shining weapons thrust before them, Gabriel giving her a terse, “Stay here.”

  She wrapped a blanket around herself and rushed out to see what was going on, regardless of Gabriel’s warning. Her mouth dropped as she saw her two lovers sword fighting with three other large men in the large marbled foyer. Sword fighting? At first she thought it had to be some kind of joke, a prank. She felt as though she’d been transported to an Errol Flynn movie, but this was much more real than that. And much more deadly. A rapier’s edge whipped past Gabriel’s face and a streak of blood trickled down his cheek.

  She hovered in a doorway, using the frame to hide most of her body, still able to peek out into the foyer to see what occurred. A hand covered her mouth, in an attempt not to notify them of her arrival. But she was riveted by the melee in the penthouse, and couldn’t look away, couldn’t move.

  Michel was fluid grace, striking with deadly accuracy. He fought two of the intruders at the same time, his sword shining in the low light. As his sword found home in the midst of one man’s chest, the body then slumped to the floor, and Kadence realized suddenly the gravity of the situation. This was literally life and death. She knew next to nothing about these two men, had shared her body with them, but now, she needed to find a way out. Alive.

  She slid from her spot and began to run for the bedroom. A steel hand clamped on her arm and she was twisted into one of the intruder’s arms, his sword to her throat. She gulped, feeling the thin edge of the weapon cut ever so slightly into her skin.

  “Put your weapons down, Templars. Or the bitch dies.”

  Templars? What the hell?

  Michel and Gabriel both lowered slowly and dropped their swords to the floor. The second intruder moved behind them, kicking the weapons away. Both her men appeared ready to pounce, their bodies tightly coiled. She saw Michel looking about, the expression on his face calculating.

  Gabriel spoke up. “Let her go, she has nothing to do with any of this.”

  “Nothing to do? She was enough to keep your attention, allowing us to get inside.” The masked man scoffed, holding her even tighter. He ran his tongue down the side of her face. “Was she worth it? She sure does taste good, so maybe she was.” Bile rose in her throat at the touch of the man’s mouth on her skin. Kadence shrugged it off, knowing she had to stay focused if she had any chance of surviving this. She saw Gabriel step forward and the sword of the other man fell to rest in the middle of his chest, stopping him. Kadence’s heart beat faster, but she breathed as deep as she could, all things considered, and attempted to keep her head. Literally. Losing it now was not an option; she needed to keep her wits.

  “Keep back, de la Cueva. Stay where you are.”

  “Let the woman go. Fight us, like men, not cowards,” Gabriel spat.

  She saw Michel back up a step as the intruder
and Gabriel continued to argue. He was getting close to a side table that held a few trinkets. Unsure of what he was aiming for, she tried to watch him from the corner of her eye so as to not bring attention to what he was doing.

  Gabriel continued to argue, press, trying to keep the attention firmly on him. “If you touch one hair on her head, I will flay you alive.”

  The intruder with his sword lifted let the blade slide into Gabriel.

  Kadencescreamed, the sound echoing in the space. She watched as blood poured down Gabriel’s stomach and his body dropped weightlessly to his knees. The attacker yanked the sword out, his booted foot on Gabriel’s shoulder. When the weapon was dislodged, Gabriel eyed her until the light in him expired and he dropped to the floor.

  Heart beating rapidly in her ears, she felt the bile rise up in her throat, the need to escape these men, this place, prevalent in her mind. She’d just watched two men murdered, for no apparent reason, the last of which had just had his now pale lips attached to her body moments before. She screamed again, unable to handle the death surrounding her.

  In a flash, Michel threw a knife that landed perfectly in the middle of her attacker’s forehead. As the limp body fell from her, the sword cut into her neck some, a thin trickle of blood sliding down the front of her body. Woozy, she lifted a hand to hold the wound, trying to remain calm to lessen the blood flow. Easier said than done.

  Michel then quickly thrust his sword into the throat of the man who’d slain Gabriel. She closed her eyes, knowing the sight was only making her heart beat faster. The faster it beat, the more blood would spew from her wound. She breathed deep, imagining herself anywhere but right there. Anywhere but surrounded by death.

  Michel rushed to her side and she opened her eyes to his. He refused to look into her gaze as he checked the wound, making her apply pressure before he rushed to another room. Coming back with a first aid kit, he worked to contain her cut and dress it. As he cleaned the blood from her, his eyes were wary, looking over her intently. Her throat felt rough, raspy, from the pressure put on it and her screams. But she needed to find her voice. She had too many questions.

  “Who were those men?”

  “They are evil, intent on killing us,” Gabriel spat out as he sat up slowly, his face ashen, blood still sluggishly leaking from the wound in his chest. He looked down to the spot and rested a hand over the entrance, trying to stem the trickle.

  Another scream lifted from her throat. She felt disembodied from it, as if another person had voiced the sound.

  Realization hit her. It had all been a farce. She pulled from Michel’s arms, standing on wobbly legs.

  “You guys are assholes. Do you do this often? Bring an unsuspecting woman home and then play fight to the death? Does that get women hot or something? Or are you just total douchebags?”

  “What are you talking about?” Michel was a supreme actor. He didn’t even seem to be phased by her rant.

  “This…this…farce.” She pointed at the blood and “dead” bodies around her. She waited for the other men to jump up and yell, “Boo.” Which didn’t happen.

  “Querida, this was no farce.” He stood with what appeared to be pain and showed her his wound.

  “Theatrics and movie stunts. The lot of it. You two are unreal. Bored rich guys having their fun. Well, it isn’t fun. Not for me.” She turned to walk back into the sitting room to get her dress. It was past time to go.

  Gabriel made it to the fabric first, pulling it into his hand. She reached out for it, but he encased her wrist, pulling it to his wound. “It’s real, querida. I can show you.”

  He brought her hand closer to the angry red slash into his abdomen, his grip pushing her into his wound. Bile rose again as she felt his viscera.

  He really was hurt, and bad. Gabriel wobbled on his feet as he released her hand.

  “What is all this? Why did they attack you?”

  “Because they know we hold the truth.” Gabriel was not willing to give her more.

  “Truth about what? After all this, I deserve to know why!” She was ignoring the fact that Gabriel had just come back to life. It was an impossibility. These men were insane.

  “Gabriel, she’s in danger now. She needs to know from whom.” Michel leaned back, seating himself on the floor, his back resting on the fabric-covered wall.

  “She won’t believe us.”

  “Try me.” Even as she said the words, she wondered if she had the strength to hear what they had to say. A hand to her neck, she lowered herself to a chair and looked at them both.

  Gabriel lowered to his haunches, a haunted look in his eyes. “They were soldiers in the Illuminati.”

  “The Illuminati?” she replied, sarcasm filling into her voice.

  “We are Templar Knights.”

  “As in the Crusades Templars?”

  “Among other things, yes.”

  “The Templars are from another time. So, there are modern knights, is that what you’re saying?”

  “No. Well, yes and no. There are men who claim to be modern Templars, but that is an untruth. Myself, I was born in the Year of Our Lord, 1282.” Gabriel looked quite serious, even with the load he was telling her.

  Michel interrupted, “And I was born in 1277.”

  “Our order was labeled outlaws and rounded up in 1307 by the King of France and Pope Clement the Fifth. Most of our number was burned at the stake in 1314. Some of us were saved, given eternal life to continue our fight against the evil that roams the earth. The Illuminati were an order started to undermine the truth and control the world.”

  When he stopped talking, the words ran around in her head for a few moments and she felt like she’d just tumbled down the rabbit hole.

  “You believe all of that, don’t you?” She looked them both over, knowing they were either telling the truth or completely mad. “You seriously believe you are over seven hundred years old.”

  Gabriel picked up his sword. Her heart began to beat hard, but as he passed her by, she let out a small breath. He lowered his body to one of the men on the floor. “If we don’t take their heads, they will come back to life, just as I did. They aren’t as strong, so it takes longer for them to revive, but it still needs to be done, and quickly. Watch closely and then tell me you don’t believe me.”

  Kadence brought her hands to her mouth to stifle the scream as he sliced the head of the man completely off, light glinting from his silver sword as it arched across the space. He lifted the mass by the hairs on the head to show her. Her stomach turned but before she could do anything about it, lightning shot from the head, piercing Gabriel in the chest. His whole body illuminated. She saw the bones inside him light from within and small sparks of electrical power skimmed the edges of his skin. Michel rose, lifting his sword as well. He took another head, the power rushing into his body as the deed was done.

  The man that had held her, the one with a long blade through his forehead began to stir, lifting onto his knees. She screamed in response to the man rising from the dead. Gabriel stepped close and lopped his head off, the lightning striking him again.

  “You can believe what you want to, Kadence, but you are now in possession of a great secret, one the Illuminati would be willing to kill for.”

  She sat there, looking as the bodies of the fallen began to turn to dust, which began to twist and turn, exploding into a grayish haze. The haze moved to her as if pulled by a magnetic force, settling on her skin. It then seemed to absorb into her body, glistening and sparkling on her. She rose, trying to dust it off, but it didn’t stop, slowly going in. Looking to the two men, their eyes were large and rounded.

  “What just happened here, Michel?” Gabriel’s eyes didn’t leave her as he spoke.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never seen that happen.”

  Her gut tightened and she pitched forward on her hands and knees. Pure power seemed to swell inside her, and she felt stronger. Standing again, she looked into her reflection in the windows overlooking Manhattan
.

  She glowed.

  “What have you two done to me?” Before the words left her mouth, the glowing began to lessen.

  Gabriel moved to face her. “I don’t know, querida, but I think it was your destiny to find us.”

  “Where do I go from here?” Kadence’s head was spinning.

  “We. Where do we go from here? We will not leave your side, querida.” Gabriel pulled her into his strong arms. Michel stepped into embrace her as well. And she suddenly felt safe. Complete. She was where she belonged. That was her last thought when the blackness took her.

  Chapter Six

  Kadence awoke the next morning on a train. She was exhausted, sore, and her mind was clouded. Her forehead rested on the glass as she watched the speeding landscape swirl past her. Stomach clenching, she closed her eyes to the rapid visions. Turning her head, she saw the two men that had suddenly became her lifelines.

  Michel rested across from her, perusing a newspaper that appeared to be in French from the headlines she noted. Gabriel was beside her, focused on a small tablet computer, reading something with interest.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Somewhere safe.” Michel spoke without looking at her. Neither man lifted his eyes from his reading. For the first time since meeting them, she felt insignificant. And considering life had just gotten a lot more interesting for her, that simply was not allowed.

  “I asked where we were going!” She wasn’t sure where the moxie had come from, but it felt good. She needed to scream, to rail, to expel some of the anger and fear that was roiling inside her.