Dark Warrior (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Julie Shelton

  Kathryn looked around the room, eyes shining with enchantment and delight. She turned her gaze to her devilishly handsome husband. He was watching her with equal delight. “This was my mother’s solar,” he said. “I thought you would appreciate having a little more privacy. My old solar will henceforth be used only for conducting the business of the castle. This”—he made a sweeping gesture with his arm—“this is our sanctuary. Our retreat. This is where we will live, sleep, and make love—away from the eyes of the world.”

  “The three of us?” she asked, locking eyes with Rolf, who lifted the hand he was holding to his lips.

  Nicholas didn’t even pretend not to know what she was talking about. He walked over to one of the tapestries and pulled it aside to reveal an arched wooden door. “Rolf’s chamber is directly below. For the sake of discretion, he will enter and exit our solar through this door, but he will live and sleep in here with us.”

  With an inarticulate murmur she raised her hands to her husband’s bronze face. He lowered his head and took her lips in a slow, sweet kiss that turned her knees to water and robbed her of all power to think. She was floating, soaring, drowning in the honeyed enchantment of his mouth.

  When at last he raised his head, she sagged weakly against him with a breathless little cry, clinging to him as if he were a piece of wreckage. She was drowning in him, everything he said, everything he did, everything he was. He was swamping her, sweeping her away on a floodtide of newly awakened passion.

  “Do you love me, Kathryn?” he asked, his voice gritty with desire.

  Then she felt Rolf’s hard, lean body pressing against her from behind, felt his powerful arms encircling her waist, his broad hands spanning her belly.

  “Aye, my lord,” she gasped. “I do love you. Both of you. With all my heart and soul.”

  Swiftly turning her to face him, still within the sheltering circle of his arms, Rolf took her mouth in a reverent kiss—one that had her belly clenching and hot juice gushing from her womb. Using naught but his soft, wet lips and the tip of his tongue, he explored her moist cavern thoroughly, sipping, tasting, nibbling. Dining on her honeyed sweetness as if he’d never get enough.

  Nicholas palmed one of her breasts, filling his hand with its soft weight, abrading his palm across her stiff nipple. His cock rose up hard behind her, tucking into the crease between her butt cheeks. She moaned into Rolf’s mouth and arched her back. Rolf tilted his head to kiss her, an action which sent shivery moans spilling from her throat and goose bumps racing up and down her spine. He deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue against the seam of her lips, demanding entry.

  And she opened for him, opened that sweet little mouth, welcoming the sweep of his tongue into her moist, rich cavern. Suddenly he drew back and, without a word, both men released her and began undressing. Less than a minute later they were back, moving her to the bed and arranging her on her side between them, facing Nicholas. As her husband’s mouth claimed hers, Rolf’s hands separated her ass cheeks. He reached between her thighs, coating his fingers with her sweet juices. Then he began stroking up her perineum, coating it with her cream, painting her until she was slick and—”Oh!”

  She clenched as his thumb slipped pass the tight, puckered opening, entering her anus to the first knuckle. Oh, God! That felt so good! A slight pinch. A slight burn. A pleasure so wild she was quivering all over.

  But then he moved it inside her, wiggling it back and forth and she was consumed by the dark, carnal ecstasy surging through her veins. A pleasure she could feel even in the deepest part of her womb as it released another cascade of slippery juice.

  “Christ almighty, yndling! Thy little ass is so tight!” Rolf whispered into her ear, before sticking out his tongue and swirling it around the whorls, making her entire body shudder with deep arousal.

  She moaned, holding her breath in anticipation of his next moves.

  His remaining fingers stroked back to the opening of her cunt, gathered more glistening syrup, and brought it back to coat her rosebud portal even more thoroughly. Removing his thumb, he inserted two fingers at once, hilting them all the way to the webbing before he began to move them, spreading them, scissoring them, twisting them, making her jerk violently with intense pleasure.

  She cried out sharply, pushing her ass hard against his invading fingers, wanting to keep him inside her dark passage forever. Wanting these excruciating feelings to go on forever.

  Until it got even better as Rolf began to gently thrust them in and out of the narrow channel of her nether passage. She sucked in her breath, inhaling sharply, deeply. “Rolf!” she shrieked as he added a third finger to the two already thrusting into her ass.

  “Relax, yndling,” he breathed in her ear as she yelped again. “This will bring thee much pleasure.”

  Blessed Virgin!

  “Three fingers, Nick.”

  He fucked her with his long, lean fingers, slowly stroking her sensitive tissues, stretching them, widening her channel.

  She was breathing in short, sharp bursts each one ending in a harsh little cry as he plundered her anus, thrusting in and out, filling her, preparing her, she knew, to take his massive cock.

  Finally, his fingers departed with a squishing sound, leaving her a quivering, moaning mass of unfulfilled needs. She was shaking, her body a molten puddle, waiting for what was coming next. Ready for what was coming next. Longing desperately for what was coming next. Oh, God!

  “She’s ready, Nick.”

  Nicholas placed his mouth against her ear. “We are going to fuck you, beloved.”

  Oh, God! The air burst from her lungs in a shuddering sob. His deep voice made her tremble. His breath scorched her, setting every inch of her skin aflame. Her blood was liquid fire, boiling destructively through her veins.

  “Both of us at the same time,” he went on, the liquid heat of his voice caressing her skin like hot silk. “Me in your cunt. Rolf in your ass.”

  She was shaking, weeping, writhing with need at the wicked promise of his words. “Aye.” It was barely a whisper. “Oh, aye, my love, aye!”

  He chuckled. “I take it you would like that?”

  Dear God in heaven! “Please…” she moaned. “Oh, God, please.”

  He leaned closer, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her ear, making her shiver and moan. “Do you remember how good it felt when I fucked you with that marble cock up your ass?”

  A low keening cry tore from her throat. Her womb contracted and she shuddered, nodding her head jerkily. Aye, she remembered. She remembered a climax so violent she had feared it would leave her naught but a smoking pile of rubble.

  “Well, this is going to feel even better,” he promised darkly. “We are going to give you a pleasure that will have you screaming for release and begging for more. Do you want that, beloved?”

  Oh, aye, she wanted that! More than she’d ever wanted aught in her life! Unable to speak, she could only nod her head and heave a tremendous sigh in response to the midnight caress of his voice.

  Behind her, Rolf was already guiding his cock through the tunnel of her slit, sliding it back and forth, soaking it in her hot, silken cream until he was coated with it, dripping with it. Then he pressed his crest to the tight opening of her anus and pushed.

  The tight, puckering portal stretched painfully. “Oh, God, Rolf! That hurts!” She let out a cry and breathed in harsh pants, trying to force her inner muscles to relax.

  He sagged against her, throwing his arms around her in a fierce hug. “Forgive me, yndling. Please, just try to relax. Push back against me and push out as if thou wert evacuating.” He withdrew his arms from around her and gripped her hips. “It won’t hurt once I get past—”

  She felt a sudden pop! And the crest of his cock was inside her anus. Shivering, she drew in a shuddering breath, waiting for the burning sensation to subside. “Relax, beloved,” Nicholas crooned in her ear, his arms also around her, holding her still. “He’s big, I know, but you can take him. Just r
elax. The pain will soon become pleasure, my angel. And the two of us together will give you more pleasure than you have ever dreamed possible.”

  As Nicholas said his last word, Rolf slowly pushed his hips forward, sliding through her grasping tissues until he was seated inside her up to his balls. She yelped, then subsided, feeling him pulse and jerk inside her dark nether channel. Blessed Virgin! That felt wonderful! She could feel every inch, every ridge of Rolf’s thickness as he rested inside her rear passage, waiting for Nicholas to penetrate her from the front and complete their triad.

  Her cunt was clenching, creaming, her hooded button throbbed with need. She was so close to coming she was desperate for completion. Another moan ripped from her throat.

  Behind her, Rolf was breathing heavily. “God almighty, kaereste! What a wonder thou art. I can’t believe how responsive thou art!”

  While he was kissing and licking the side of her face, the super-sensitive shell of her ear, Nicholas grabbed her knee and lifted her leg straight up in the air.

  She could feel the cool air brushing past the juicy folds of her sex before she felt the head of his cock presenting itself at the portal of her already convulsing sheath.

  Then, holding her leg high, he began a long, slow forward roll of his hips that drove his erection deep inside her, stretching the elastic walls of her vagina almost beyond belief until she was stuffed full. Full of two mighty cocks, one in her cunt, one in her ass, both throbbing and spasming, separated by only a thin membrane of tissue.

  Blessed Virgin! Naught in her life had prepared her for this! For the pleasure that was rioting across nerve endings she never even knew she had. For the chaos that was rampaging through her body.

  “Christ, beloved, I cannot believe how tight you are!”

  The two men held themselves still within her, giving her body time to adjust to the shock of their carnal invasion. They held still, even though every nerve, every instinct, was screaming for them to thrust hard and fill her with their hot, bursting come.

  “By Odin, Nick! I don’t think I can last long,” Rolf said in a low guttural growl. “She’s so tight!”

  “I’m close, too.” Nicholas agreed, hauling air into his lungs, plastering his sweat-dampened forehead against his wife’s.

  “Hear me, both of you,” she said in a voice resembling the deep, low growl of an angry bear. “If one of you doesn’t start moving something soon, I’m going to strangle you both.”

  Laughing, Nicholas began to move his hips, sliding his cock nearly all the way out of her gushing vagina. As he pushed slowly back in, Rolf slid out of her nether hole until just his cock head remained inside. Then he drove back in as Nicholas withdrew.

  Oh Sweet Mary! This is it! She thought triumphantly. This is what I have been needing! This—oh, God! A rough, guttural moan slashed her throat as her two men fucked her.

  They set up a slow, steady, alternating rhythm that had Kathryn gasping and moaning with the exquisite sensations they were creating in her body. She was so stretched, so tight, she could feel every inch of the two penises sliding in and out of her two passages.

  Through the fragile tissue separating their thrusting cocks, they could feel each other advancing and retreating in turn. It was almost as if they were fucking each other as well as the woman they both cherished above all things.

  Their strokes accelerated, becoming faster, harder, and she feared she was going to die from the sensations that had her shaking so hard she thought she would shatter with pleasure. The two cocks drove into her, hard and heavy, sending flames licking through her, incinerating everything in their path. The room was filled with the harsh sounds of their gasping breaths seesawing in and out of their lungs.

  Raw pleasure whipped through her body, flailing her senses until her entire world consisted of naught but the two cocks fucking her ass and cunt. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was a forbidden pleasure so dark, so destructive, she knew she was not going to survive. A pleasure greater than aught she had ever experienced. A pleasure she knew she would have to have again and again, because it was a pleasure she was never going to survive without.

  The dark, heavy pressure built inside her, terrifying in its intensity as the indescribable ecstasy sent her careening toward the peak, racing toward an orgasm that would leave her naught more than a pile of blackened bones and charred flesh.

  Then Rolf’s hands closed over her breasts and she screamed as his fingers savaged the taut achy buds of her nipples, twisting them, rolling them, flailing across them like a lash, sending fire racing to her womb.

  Her body tightened, she sucked air into her starving, burning lungs. Her muscles contracted, preparing her for orgasm. Nicholas’s thumb rubbed against that tiny nubbin, which seemed to be the seat of all her pleasure, and she erupted in a cataclysm of fire and light. A shriek roared from her as she shot like an arrow from a bow into the black void of space, exploding in a climax that shattered not just her, but both men as well, their cocks detonating inside both her passages simultaneously, sending blast after blast of hot cum smashing into the depths of her body.

  Her convulsions went on and on as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, tumbling her violently against the rocks, smashing her to bits.

  The three of them lay there, a tangle of arms and legs, gasping and panting as her vagina continued to spasm, milking the two cocks still emptying themselves inside her clenching walls. Until the convulsions finally subsided and their racing heartbeats slowly returned to normal.

  But she was not the same. She would never again be the same. These two men, by loving her to the depths of their souls, by awakening her to the darkness of their needs, had destroyed the person she’d been and remade her into someone new. Someone whose passions were a match for theirs in every respect. Someone whose needs were now as dark as their own.

  A cascade of heated liquid followed the withdrawal of Rolf’s shrinking cock from her anus.

  She moaned, twisting her head back to give him her mouth. His tongue swept in before he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against the side of her head.

  “Thou wert wonderful, yndling,” he said in a voice full of tenderness. “So responsive. So beautiful.” He lifted his head. “Thou wert right, Nick. ’Tis so much better sharing a woman we both love.”

  “This is right for us,” Nicholas said, pulling his wife’s naked body hard against his own, his semi-erect cock still nestled in the welcoming haven of her sheath. Rolf got up and left the bed. “No matter what society says,” Nicholas continued, “no matter what the Church says. Love as strong as the love we feel for each other cannot be wrong. A benevolent God would not allow it to be wrong.”

  When Rolf returned to the bed, he was carrying a warm, wet cloth, which he used to wipe up some of his cum that had spilled out along her crease, on her buttocks, between her thighs. He handed the cloth to Nicholas, who finished cleaning both her and himself.

  Rolf took the cloth and threw it over his shoulder, before climbing back into bed. He stretched his long, lanky body along Kathryn’s backside, kissing her neck before they all fell asleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Waking in the middle of the night, Kathryn heard William moving quietly about the room beyond the bed curtains, picking up their carelessly discarded clothes and adding wood to the fire. In the sudden flare of the flames she could see that both Nicholas and Rolf were still asleep, both lying on their sides, turned toward her.

  She turned her head, letting her eyes roam over her new husband’s piratical features, loving his aristocratic nose, full, sensuous lips, strong, square chin, the diabolical appeal of his black mustache and goatee. He was hers. Her lover. Her protector. Her dark warrior.

  He sighed in his sleep and she let her gaze drift downward to his well-muscled chest. Barely visible within the mat of crisp, curling black hairs, his flat male nipples gleamed like copper.

  She stared at them. How much would he feel, she wondered, if I suckled him there? Surely
not as much as she felt when his mouth suckled her! When he flicked his tongue over her nipples and pulled them hard into his hot mouth, streaks of fire sent sharp spasms of pleasure straight to her womb.

  She moaned. Just thinking about it made her nipples ache and throb, longing for the touch of his mouth. Slowly, carefully, she slid down the bed between them and levered herself up onto her elbow. Bending her head forward, she closed her mouth over one of Nicholas’s hard little nubs, flicking her tongue back and forth across it. He reached up with his hand as if to brush away a pesky insect.

  She drew on him, suckling, licking, lashing him with her tongue. To her surprise the nipple actually grew and hardened in her mouth. He flexed his shoulders, squirming. She deepened her pulling motion, reaching across his broad chest to play with his other nipple.

  He was instantly awake, instantly hard, and instantly hungry. Without a word, he reached for her, but she batted his hands away.

  “Nay,” she whispered, sitting up and looking directly into his hooded gaze. His eyes gleamed. She was aware of his jutting cock tenting the sheet, so she pulled the sheet down, revealing the rigid pole poking straight up from the black fleece at its base. “You have spent the last week giving me more pleasure than I could ever have dreamed. Now, ’tis my turn to pleasure you, my husband.”

  “Kathryn—” It was a guttural growl, tight with hunger. Again he reached for her, but she lifted away from him.

  “There’s only one rule,” she stated firmly.

  His eyes were mere glittering slits.

  “No touching. I’m the only one who can touch.” She waited until his hands were clenched by his sides before looming over his chest, taking his hardened nipple back into her mouth.

  He sucked in his breath. Her own breasts, flushed pink with desire, nipples hard, pressed against his ribs, driving him insane with the need to touch them, suckle them, feast from them.

  “Kathryn—”

  “No touching,” she repeated.