Dark Warrior (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Julie Shelton

  Closing his eyes, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her mound. His tongue licked in a slow circle, wetting her golden curls. “I can smell thee, kaereste,” he said, his breath gusting across her curls kindling a fire that seared through her veins. “Thou art aroused and ready for our touch.”

  Slowly, Nicholas began to lift and shape her breasts, flicking his thumbs across her hard, achy nipples. She was moaning, quivering, only able to stand because he was supporting her with his embrace.

  Rolf began placing a line of wet, open-mouthed kisses up her legs, starting with her ankles, working up her calves to her knees, first the right leg, then the left. His tongue swirled and licked the sensitive flesh behind her knees, sending fiery hot chills rolling up and down her spine. She could feel the heat of his breath against her wetness and moaned, shivering uncontrollably.

  He grasped the smooth skin of her thighs with both hands. “Spread thy legs, min skat. I’m going to devour thee. I’m going to eat this delectable cunt of thine until thou comest on my tongue. And then I’m going to make thee come again.” His voice was dark, hot velvet stroking and heating her shivering skin.

  He drew back to look up at her, his eyes blazing with white-hot need. “Wouldst thou like that, min kaere?”

  Would she like that? Blessed Virgin!

  She stared at him, transfixed by the dark command of his voice. By the carnal image his words conjured up. By the blue fire blazing in his eyes. She was unable to speak. Unable to think. Unable to move. Able only to pull in huge, shuddering lungfuls of air, releasing each one in a series of short, gasping moans.

  He grinned. “I’m going to take that as an ‘aye.’”

  Nicholas pushed her legs apart with his feet, until she was standing with her feet beyond shoulder width, revealing her slick, dripping folds to Rolf’s ravenous gaze.

  Gripping the firm flesh at the crease of her thighs and hips, he pulled her toward him until his nose was buried in her wet, golden curls. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes on a groan. “Christ, yndling. You smell so good. I’ll never get enough of your smell.” He inhaled again, pushing his nose deeply into her slippery folds. “Delicious. So delicious.” Shaking his head back and forth, he nuzzled her dripping thatch, drawing her scent deep into his lungs.

  She let out a shuddering moan as her trembling legs gave way. Her head lolled back against the wall of Nicholas’s chest. He bent over her and tightened his arms around her, supporting her weight beneath her breasts.

  Rolf lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. His thumbs parted her labia to reveal her moist, pink inner folds to the blistering heat of his gaze. She moaned, and then gasped as his scalding breath scorched her quivering flesh. “Open thine eyes, yndling. Watch me eat thee.”

  He placed the tip of his tongue against the hard, aching nubbin at the top of her sex and began to flick it wildly back and forth, a light, deft touch that had her shrieking and arching up fiercely, twisting and jerking her hips against the carnal onslaught of his pleasuring tongue.

  He licked and suckled and flicked and laved as she writhed against his face, panting and sobbing, unable to catch her breath as he pleasured her with his mouth.

  Lungs heaving, desperate for air, she tightened her thighs around his bald head, holding him hard against her volatile flesh.

  He tongued her with wicked skill, licking up the succulent pink tunnel of her vulva, from her slippery opening to her throbbing pearl, back to her opening, circling the quivering threshold, stabbing into her, fucking her with his hard tongue.

  Her body was out of control, shaking and trembling with the fierce pleasure raging through her. Every muscle was straining, tightening with a blistering intensity that had her thrashing her head back and forth along the muscular wall of Nicholas’s chest as the pressure of her orgasm coiled and spiraled in the deepest recesses of her womb.

  She was on fire, flames licking her skin, scorching her soul. Sucking air into her lungs until they could hold no more, she held her breath as she soared up, up, up, toward the blistering sun. Her back arched higher and higher, drawing her body up tighter as Rolf and Nicholas held onto her, urging her on.

  “Come for us, beloved,” Nicholas entreated softly in her ear. “Fly apart. I’ve got you. Rolf’s got you. We won’t let you fall.”

  Lungs bursting, consumed by fire, she shattered as her orgasm exploded through her. The air blasted from her lungs in a scream that could have scorched paint from the walls. She wrenched and bucked violently as the fury of her convulsions buffeted through her.

  And they held her, her two loving men. They cradled her body between them as she rode wave after endless wave of an orgasm that shook her to her soul. They held her as Rolf’s pleasuring tongue attacked her anew, wringing another shattering climax out of her before she had even come down from her first. They held her until her frantic gyrations eased and her breathing gradually slowed. They held her while she drifted slowly down from her peak, until she was finally able to open her tear-filled eyes and gaze into the raging turbulence of Rolf’s blue ones. The need she saw blazing there wrenched her heart in her breast.

  “Christ, yndling! When thou comest like that—thou art so beautiful!”

  Angling her head back to look up at Nicholas, still bending over her, holding her, she saw the same raging inferno of need mirrored in his eyes.

  “I love you,” she whispered tremulously, drawing a jagged, shuddering breath. Tears were streaming unheeded down her face as she looked back at Rolf. “I love both of you so much. I never want to live without you. Either of you.”

  Murmuring reassurances, Rolf kissed the insides of each thigh as he lowered her shaking legs to the floor. Nicholas scooped her up in his arms and carried her swiftly to the bed. He laid her on the mattress.

  “Get on your hands and knees, beloved,” he said in a voice that was almost harsh with the need raging through him. “In the middle of the bed.” He had never been so aroused in his entire life. Watching Rolf feasting on the delicious banquet of Kathryn’s sex and watching her come apart in his arms had made his own cock so hard it was a miracle it hadn’t burst from the force of the blood hammering through it.

  As Kathryn obeyed and got on all fours, quivering with dark anticipation, the two men crawled onto the mattress, Rolf positioning himself flat on his back beside her, Nicholas on his knees behind her. “Straddle Rolf’s hips, beloved,” Nicholas ordered. “I want you to ride his cock.”

  Trembling, Kathryn lifted her leg. Rolf scooted sideways, until she was astride him, his cock nestled between the lips of her sex. “Lift up, min kaere,” he commanded.

  As she did so, she could feel the crest of his cock sliding through the slippery juices of her slit, making her moan with pleasure. In spite of the fire raging through her body, she was shivering, her sheath clenching and releasing, gushing hot cream all over herself and his penis, preparing her body for his invasion.

  Fisting his cock, Rolf positioned himself at her dripping portal. “Take me inside thy delectable body, kaereste. Take me inside that sweet, sweet cunt. Ride me until I come.”

  Feeling his broad cock head stretching her tender flesh, she lowered herself inch by excruciating inch on his steel-hard shaft. All three of them watched his engorged penis slowly disappear into her body. They released a collective sigh as the last of his invading length was swallowed up, making him shudder and jerk his hips.

  “By all the gods!” Rolf’s face was tight—a contorted mask of pure ecstasy as he arched his back, a movement that only served to embed him more deeply into her body, sending his cock head butting against her womb.

  Startled, she cried out and pulled up slightly, He was so hard, so thick, she could feel every ridged vein as he began flexing his hips, pumping gently up and down as he held her still above him, angling his shallow strokes to rub against a spot inside her walls that had her crying out in shivery little moans of pleasure.

  At that same moment, Nicholas rose up onto his knees behind h
er and grabbed one hip, his fingers biting into her tender flesh. She could feel the long, callused fingers of his other hand sliding through her slit, gathering her slippery lubrication and bringing it back to paint her puckered asshole, pressing the tips of his fingers against the tight muscle on each successive pass until he breeched it, pushing his index finger into her anal passage around an inch. She moaned as he withdrew and gathered more slickness, playing with her until she had taken two fingers up the ass all the way to the webbing.

  “Raise this pretty little ass higher, beloved,” Nicholas directed. “I would take you here.”

  “Here, kaereste, lie against me.” Rolf curved one hand around the back of her neck and drew her head down for a rapacious kiss, thrusting his tongue into her cavern. She sprawled on top of him, her breasts crushed against his chest, the hard knots of her nipples poking into his skin. The shift in position brought her tiny little female rod in direct contact with the crisp, wiry hairs at the base of his cock, making her gasp.

  Slowly Nicholas began thrusting his fingers in and out of her anal passage, made so much tighter by the thick fullness of Rolf’s cock in her vagina, twisting and scissoring them all the way, awakening her dormant nerve endings to excruciating pleasure.

  Rolf slid his hands beneath her buttocks and began lifting her up and down on his cock in time with Nicholas’s windmilling strokes inside her dark passage. He could feel his best friend’s fingers rubbing along the length of his cock through the thin membrane separating the two passages and had to start planning battle strategies in his mind to keep from spending.

  Kathryn moaned into Rolf’s mouth as Nicholas’s fingers withdrew. She heard a jar open and suddenly his fingers were back, propelling something cold and slippery deep inside her anus. The combined scent of lavender and roses reached her nostrils. “Nicholas, what—”

  “’Tis naught but extra slickness, beloved, to help ease my passage. And to help ease soreness afterward.” She felt his thick cock head press against her puckered entrance.

  Releasing her mouth, Rolf pulled her down to lie along his chest, tucking her head in the hollow of his neck. She arched her back, giving Nicholas better access to her nether channel.

  “Sweet Jesu, beloved,” he groaned, stopping when he was in barely an inch. “You are so fucking tight! Tighter than my fist! God almighty! I love your sweet ass so much.” Hands clenching, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and separated them, watching his cock as it slowly sank into her puckered opening. His groan wrenched an answering groan from Rolf, whose penis jerked and throbbed deep within the elastic walls of Kathryn’s vagina.

  Then the two men began to thrust. Nicholas first, pulling out, out, out. Then Rolf, pulling out as Nicholas pushed back in, in, in. Together they set up a slow, alternating rhythm that had her moaning into Rolf’s mouth as pleasure ripped into her.

  Gradually they increased both the speed and the force of their thrusts, pleasuring not only Kathryn, but themselves as well, savoring the feel of their cocks sliding along each other’s rigid lengths, as they tunneled in and out of her two passages.

  With a groan, Rolf fisted her hair at the side of her head. With a sharp tug that stung her scalp, he pulled her mouth up off of his. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me while Nicholas and I are fucking you. I want to watch both of you come.”

  Her gaze flew to his. His eyes were a black cauldron of dark, unspeakable needs, his face a contorted mask of both pleasure and pain.

  Reaching around her, Nicholas covered her breasts with his hands, plumping and kneading them, bouncing them on his palms before grasping her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling until she was panting for breath. Nicholas began thrusting harder in and out of her clenching passage.

  Blessed Virgin! She could feel every ridge, every vein as he tunneled in and out of her ass, turning the stretching, burning sensations into a pleasure so intense she thought it would kill her.

  Spreading her knees wider apart, she lifted her rear higher, giving Nicholas better access as Rolf fucked in and out of her cunt. Both men increased their tempo, lunging into her with bone-jarring force. Rolf’s face twisted with lust, the flush of impending orgasm darkening his skin. Through hooded eyes, he watched the deeply erotic sight of Nicholas fucking Kathryn’s ass, even as he felt his best friend’s cock scraping against his own with every thrust. He had never seen aught so arousing. So carnal. So. Fucking. Beautiful!

  Caught between two men, fucking her fore and aft, Kathryn was practically delirious with the pleasure that was storming through her. Pleasure that was beginning to tighten deep within her, constricting her lungs until they were heaving violently in a desperate attempt to drag in enough air.

  As the coil wound tighter, she began to sob, tears of pure ecstasy rolling down her cheeks. Nicholas released her right nipple and brought his hand down to rasp his callused thumb across her aching nub.

  God in Heaven! Pummeled back and front by two enormous cocks, teetering on the knife-edge of an orgasm that was surely going to annihilate her, she screamed. And she exploded in an inferno of blazing fire, a climax so savage, so destructive she feared she would be burned alive in the conflagration of pleasure.

  Both cocks thickened and jerked as hot cum jetted simultaneously into her ass and her cunt. Her body jerked, as convulsions of sheer ecstasy ripped through her, giving her a pleasure so fierce she feared she would pass out.

  She felt Nicholas continuing to rock his hips against her upraised ass, his strokes shallow, his semen still spurting deep inside her with such force, it dribbled back out of her puckered opening in globs.

  With a groan, she collapsed onto Rolf’s chest, completely boneless in the aftermath of pleasure. Thigh muscles trembling with weakness, Nicholas slumped over her back, his cock still hard, still buried balls deep inside her clenching back passage.

  Rolf’s penis softened and slipped from her vagina, along with a torrent of warm, sticky cum that gathered in the nest of curly blond hairs at the base of his cock. The three of them were breathing harshly, all tangled together, moaning and gasping for air as the seemingly endless rolling tide of their mutual climax finally came to a shuddering stop.

  Rolf groaned, putting his arms around her in a tight hug. “Yndling,” he muttered, his voice as abrasive as sand on her raw nerve endings. “Thou art going to kill me with pleasure. I have never felt aught so intense, so beautiful in my entire life.”

  She closed her eyes, and let out a huge sigh, utterly spent.

  Nicholas finally pulled out of her ass, flopping down beside Rolf, until he was up tight against the other man, face to face with Kathryn. He lifted his hand to trail the backs of his fingers along the tear stains tracking down her cheeks. “Did we hurt you, beloved?” he asked when he was finally able to speak.

  She roused herself enough to answer. “Nay, my love. It was wonderful! Oh, God, Nicholas, it was so wonderful!” Tears choked off her words, strangling them in her throat.

  “Sweet Jesu, beloved. Do you have any idea how arousing it was for me to watch Rolf fucking you, even better, to feel Rolf fucking you as I was fucking you at the same time? Christ, love! That was so hot! You are so hot!”

  She attempted to open her eyes to look at him, but her lids were so heavy she couldn’t make them obey her command. Naught obeyed her command. She was paralyzed, her muscles frozen, the orgasm she’d just experienced seared into her body for all time.

  Lights shimmered in the darkness behind her eyelids, streaking across the blackness like shooting stars. Then they flickered and died as she slid into blackness so deep, so warm, she wasn’t sure she would ever emerge.

  Chapter Fourteen

  She woke slowly, slightly disoriented after being so thoroughly loved by her two men. She was lying on her left side, her head pillowed on Nicholas’s right shoulder, his left arm and his big, hairy leg anchoring hers against him. Rolf was behind her, his arm around her waist, cradling her buttocks against his groin.
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  After realizing they were still asleep, she simply lay there, unmoving. She didn’t want to wake them. She needed this time to herself. To think. So much had happened today, she hadn’t had a chance to think about Robert Walford. To replay the horror of his brutal confrontation over and over in her mind.

  He had called her a whore.

  A whore!

  She cringed inwardly, hearing its vicious echo again in her mind’s ear. Hearing the utter contempt in his voice as he had spat it at her, as if she were something ugly. Something unclean.

  Whore. It was, after all, just a word, its power to damage and punish technically no greater than any other word. Yet, coming from his mouth, used the way he had used it, it had been a hateful weapon hurled at her with intent to maim and destroy.

  Whore. The ugliest word she knew. Made even uglier by the sheer viciousness of it as it had spewed from Walford’s ugly mouth.

  But was it true? Was she a whore?

  She was, after all, in love with two men. Two primal, dominant males. She had given herself freely and wholeheartedly to those two men. Had taken them both inside her eager body in ways that thrilled her to her very soul to even think about. And she couldn’t wait to do it again and again.

  Did that make her a whore?

  It certainly made her a sinner, according to the Church. Damned for all eternity in the eyes of God. According to the Church. Except she didn’t believe in the God espoused by the Church. She didn’t believe in a vengeful, petty God just waiting to pounce gleefully on unwary sinners. A God bent on punishing every little weakness. Just as the nuns had punished her in His name at the convent. Nay, she just had to believe that, if there truly was a God, He was a whole lot more loving and humane than the God worshipped by those nuns.

  Nicholas was awake. She knew it instantly and, just as instantly, knew the reason why. Rolf had awakened also, making absolutely no sound that she had been able to discern. Yet, that powerful, mysterious link between the two men had inexplicably alerted them both, bringing them to wakefulness at the same time.