Tempted By The Knight (Medieval MFM Menage Romance)

by Kalena Lyons

  The beauty and ebullience of these floral gems was rivaled only by the spectacle of a pure azure sky—one that came a light today with the luminous beacon that only be called “sol,” the Swedish word for sun. The queen cast her head back to bask in the rays of this lush, majestic beacon.

  Suddenly the Viking queen felt more like a young, carefree lass, that today wore a crown of daffodils, as opposed to a golden helmet, as well as a flowing silk dress of cornflower blue that fell graceful to her bare feet.

  “I hope only that my two gentlemen friends can tolerate the sight of their queen in such—ahem—informal attire,” she mused; even as she wriggled her toes in the dew kissed grasses beneath her.

  She sighed relieved moments later, as she spotted her two favorite companions as they relaxed in the grasses of a nearby bank that bordered a crystalline pond. Indeed, it seemed that these two honorable warriors themselves seemed ensnared in a casual mood, and in place of the shields, helmets and chain mail shirts that typified their usual apparel, they instead wore….

  “Very little, as a matter of fact,” she observed, eyes flying wide as she noted that Magnus and Eirik wore nothing more than skin tight breeches culled from the finest, slickest leather.

  “My goddess,” she murmured, admiring the broad, hard, and delightfully bare chests of her handsome young guardsmen.

  Both Magnus and Eirik boasted massive bronzed pectorals and flawless sculpted abdominal muscles, along with broad muscled shoulders and long, strong arms that seemed made for holding and loving a woman.

  Finally tearing her gaze from the surface of their massive, sun kissed torsos; she stared instead at their flawless faces. This was a bad move, as she now discovered that the two of them were watching her, watching them.

  “Like what you see, milady?” Magnus queried, waggling his feathered eyebrows to flirtatious effect. “Then by all means, do come join us.”

  Soon the queen enjoyed another feast at the side of her favorite consorts, this one consisting of juicy sliced salmon, ripe round cherries picked from a nearby tree, and goblets brimming over with sparkling, refreshing nature made spring water.

  “This is delicious, my good men,” Astrid praised them, smacking her lips as she savored a slice of moist, sumptuous salmon.

  Eirik nodded.

  “We are so glad to please our jarl,” he bowed to her, adding as he reached behind his back, “And now, my queen, we have a second gift for you, that we hope you will enjoy even more.”

  With this the Viking produced a sparkling gem that bore more of a likeness to a radiant rose; a fine ruby broach that gleamed in the sunlight, shining forth as an ebullient display of the queen’s signature color.

  “My queen,” Eirik declared, reaching forward to affix the broach to the lapel of Astrid’s day gown, “We procured this lovely scarlet gem for you from a jeweler in Paris. We spent our own gold to secure this priceless jewel for you, our own jewel. Our beloved Queen Astrid.”

  Magnus looked on with an abiding smile as Astrid stared with gaping lips and blatant admiration at her bejeweled token; one that grew more luminous still as it captured the light of the sun.

  “It—it’s so beautiful,” she breathed, her sturdy fingers fingering and caressing her newly given treasure. “I thank ye, my good men.” She paused here, adding with a slight shrug, “I must admit, however, that I am quite surprised to discover that your mysterious, much promised gift takes the form of a broach pin.” She finished these words on a flat, hard note that relayed her keen disappointment.

  The brothers laughed.

  “Rest assured, Miss, the broach is the first of many gifts we plan to offer you today,” Magnus assured her, adding as he planted his strong hands on her shoulders and turned her in his direction, “Milady, please know that my brother and I are always in your service. Not only in matters of state and council, but in personal matters as well. Know also that we hold you in the highest esteem and regard, and that we cherish you as a woman of intellect, grace, and timeless radiance.”

  “As such,” Eirik continued, whispering his own words at her back and subtly in her ear, “We would like to offer you as tribute today the most personal, intimate gifts we can give you today: our bodies and ourselves.”

  Astrid stiffened, her eyes flying wide as she considered these provocative words.

  “You mean to offer me your bodies for…personal services?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper as her eyes flew wide.

  Magnus nodded.

  “Consider us your love servants, milady,” he purred, dark eyes flashing hot and seductive as he flexed his chest muscles for her approval. “We pledge to do whatever you desire—whatever will fulfill your deepest desires and realize your every forbidden fantasy.”

  “Oh!” the good queen Astrid giggled in spite of herself then wondered a bit at this foreign sound. “Well the answer is yea, most definitely,” she paused here, adding as she spread her arms wide, “Yet I must say that, as long as I have been without a man’s attentions, I know not as to where to begin.”

  “Let us begin with a kiss.”

  Filling her outstretched arms, Magnus seized the queen’s lips in an intense, passionate kiss; his full, moist mouth rubbing against hers as his strong agile hands echoed their sublime motion, wrapping tight around her thick waist to draw her father inward.

  Swallowing her surprised gasp, the warrior lowered Astrid’s body slow and gentle into the grasses beneath them, her breasts crushing his rock hard chest as her wandering hands followed suit, touching and stroking the massive sun kissed surface of his magical pecs and abs.

  Even as her tongue ventured forward to intensify their kiss, Astrid took in her breath as a second pair of hands buried themselves in her sturdy, work worn shoulders, rubbing away all signs of tension as their ever attentive owner kissed and licked the back of her neck. Eirik sent wicked chills down the base of her spine as he made to unbutton her sleek blue gown.

  As Magnus continued to kiss her senseless, all the while fondling her heaving breasts and tickling her tummy, his brother mimicked his motions on the bare skin of her back; his agile fingers rubbing and kneading her shoulders and back as his long, wet tongue coursed the length of her spine.

  “Aye milady, ye are beautiful,” Magnus whispered, sliding her gown and pantaloons down her long sturdy legs before depositing them on the ground beside them.

  “No,” Astrid replied, even as she threw her head back and purred contented as Magnus buried his head in her chest. “I am no beauty—never have been, Magnus.”

  “Then you do not see yourself through our eyes,” he whispered against her skin, all the while licking her nipples and kissing the tender skin that surrounded them. “Today, love, we pledge to make you feel like the goddess you are. Treasured. Adored. And worshipped.”

  As if on cue an impassioned Eirik lowered his hand to the queen’s fleshy hips and round derriere, rubbing and kneading her bare skin before delving farther inward.

  As an adoring Magnus once again seized her lips in an intense, heated kiss, rubbing her neck and shoulders with loving hands, Eirik cupped and kneaded her aroused femininity; fixing his agile fingers around her clit and massaging its sensitive skin.

  Astrid jumped in Magnus’ arms as Eirik’s tender ministrations sent sharp bolts of empowered arousal coursing upward throughout her body, her heart and pulse pounding as one accord as her clit throbbed in Eirik’s grasp—his free hand continuing to knead her back as she purred outright in response.

  Writhing wild in Magnus’ arms, Astrid groaned outright as his long, wet tongue flowed back and forth in her mouth, imitating perfectly the movements of sex as she ran an adoring hand through the silken lengths of his reddish dark hair.

  “My darlings,” she breathed against his succulent mouth, reaching back with her free hand to stroke the length of Eirik’s rock hard chest and sculpted abs, this tender move inspiring him to quicken the movements of his magical fingertips as they kneaded and ignited her nub.
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br />   Finally and with a light squeeze he sent her over the edge, sending her aroused body deep into the realm of an incredible clitoral orgasm.

  Letting loose with a satiated cry, the queen clung to Magnus’ powerful shoulders as her breasts crushed into his chest; her erect nipples scraping his as she threw himself against him in a fit of pleasure.

  Sweeping her up in an impassioned embrace, Magnus settled her writhing body beneath his as their arms and legs entwined.

  “Aye, I can tell ye enjoyed that, milady,” cooed her flame haired lover, staring deep into her eyes as his long, silken strands fell free against her breasts. “And I do believe that I could do things to ye that our magnificent lady will enjoy even more.”

  With these words Magnus rained her flushed cheeks with adoring kisses, all the while uniting their sweat lined bodies as their hips and thighs locked between them.

  Opening her eyes wide, an enthralled Queen Astrid stared over her brawny shoulder, running her fingernails in a trail down Magnus’ back as she saw the beautiful blond Eirik run free in the direction of the grassy knoll that separated them from her favorite sparkling pond.

  As an adoring Magnus cuddled her closed to him and gyrated his leather clad hips tight against hers, she watched with wonder as the golden Eirik performed some skilled and very skillful gyrations of his own. Performing a sexualized version of an ancient dance reserved for spirited overnight feasts—the kind she rarely attended—Eirik’s hard, sinewy body slithered and gyrated in an obvious tease as he seared her with a narrow eyed gaze that dripped with seduction.

  Her eyes followed his every sensual movement as he danced and pranced for her pleasure, running his hands down the length of his immaculate torso as the sun cast an iridescent spotlight on his every provocative move. Much like a harem girl he flexed his pectorals and rolled his abs—all the while flexing his muscled shoulders and thrusting a groin that seemed to strain the confines of its tight leather covering.

  “So beautiful, ye both are,” she purred, gracing Magnus’ peerless behind with a resounding slap as he suckled her heaving breasts and ran his tickling fingertips like running water down the skin of her sensitive sides.

  Running his own strong hands up his tight, taut hips as they swiveled for the pleasure of his ravenous lady, Eirik growled outright as he grasped the border of his tight leather breeches, dragging them with passionate fervor down her legs to reveal a long, hard shaft that rose in tribute to salute their queen.

  Mimicking this motion, Astrid reached downward with trembling hands and grasped the border of Magnus’ breeches; sliding them down his firm, trim legs to unleash the hard, erect cock that flew upward to tease her feminine cleft.

  “What do you desire, my queen?” Magnus released on a growl, his hips cradling hers as his hands coursed and caressed every part of her being.

  “I desire you inside of me,” she hissed, cupping his sculpted face in two tender hands as she bucked her sturdy hips upward to slam against his.

  Eager to heed the will of his queen, an impassioned Magnus swept his lady up in his arms and pressed his chest into hers; his trim hips gyrating wild against hers as their lips and tongues sealed and bound in what seemed a binding kiss.

  Clutching his queen to him in a fierce, passionate clench, Magnus’ long, pulsating shaft penetrated the depths of her soaking wet pussy, surging back and forth to reflect the motion of their dancing tongues.

  Their naked, joined bodies rolled wild and free on the heather stern floor of their meadow; their common strength and agility propelling their actions, even as it intensified the animal heat that lurked between them.

  At one point an ecstatic Astrid found herself atop one of her favored warriors, finally able to touch and adore the body she’d admired so long. As her own strong form met and melded with that of the handsome flame haired guardsman, she licked and laved his muscular chest and stroked his rock hard abs; her hand slipping lower still to stroke the base of the shaft that surged and reverberated within her.

  She also loved the way that he growled like an animal when writhing in her arms, a fiery warrior wild and unbound as he clasped her to him in a strong embrace and gyrated his trim hips against hers in a certain passionate rhythm, all the while stroking her hair and cupping her cheeks with the tenderness of the gentlest lover.

  Their agile, powerful bodies locked and linked together to form the perfect yin and yang; their legs and arms linking to supplant the power of the ethereal life force that seemed to bind them together as their lips collided in a heated kiss.

  Finally and with a long last stroke Magnus exploded within the body of his queen, throwing his head back and letting loose with an animal howl as his every muscle flexed in ecstasy. His lady at once joined him in this empowered chorus of screams and moans as their beings rode the wave of an incredible, multi-layered mutual orgasm, unleashing between them a battle cry that rode high on the tendrils of the afternoon breeze.

  Moments later the couple hugged and rolled together on the softened, heather strewn banks of the meadow; Magnus picking an ivory-hued lily from the ground beside them and rubbing its whisper soft petals across her nipples and down the length of her sensitive tummy—making tender circles in her belly button while she giggled with delight.

  “Aye, someone should record this scene on the surface of a rune stone, for future generations to read,” Astrid deadpanned. “All should know about the day that the great warrior wielded a lily as opposed to a sword—making a revered queen giggle like a young girl.”

  Magnus guffawed outright.

  “Aye milady, I well agree,” he concurred, adding as his laughter faded, “I do wonder, though…where is my brother?”

  As if in answer to this query a loud splash now resounded from the sparkling pond that bordered their nature made trysting place, drawing their attention to the waters that sparkled like diamonds in the light of the overhead sun.

  Astrid almost gasped outright at the vision of the god like man that now swam in these sol-kissed waves. A man who, with his soaking strands of golden blond hair and bronzed, muscled chest and arms—now coated with an appealing layer of crystalline water droplets that only served to enhance his tone and definition—likened an extension of the sun itself. And when the vision beckoned to her from the waters, she found that she could not resist him.

  “Come to me, my lady,” Eirik charmed her with a wolfish grin. “‘Tis time for the queen’s bath.”

  Astrid shifted her gaze toward Magnus, who now reclined his muscle bound form in a bed of soft, luxurious clover.

  “Aye, go ahead my queen,” he bid her, flexing his chest and stretching his abdominals to appealing effect. “I could use a good rest.”

  Springing to her feet as she released a spirited whoop worthy of a Viking queen, Astrid took off in a dead run for the waters before her; diving headfirst into a pool of sheer aqua that both nurtured and revitalized her.

  Breaking the surface moments later to face her golden guard, the queen at once relished a closer view of the warrior who had morphed into a nymph of the waters; the planes of his carved cheeks, the lengths of his golden hair, the breadth of his flawless torso all smattered with an appealing sheen of luminous water drops.

  “Come to me, milady,” the nymph released on a growl, holding his arms open to her.

  Closing all distance between them, Astrid soon found herself clutched in a cocoon of golden skin and water kissed muscle; her soaking wet body rubbing and sliding against Eirik’s with a divine friction that drove them both insane.

  Soon their legs and arms intermingled as, fully and finally, their lips did join in a fierce, binding kiss, their tongues also entangling as their united forms floated together in a paradise of aqua.

  Claiming his queen’s lips in a passionate kiss, Eirik massaged her lips with his and his strong but nurturing hands washed the strands of her long brown hair and rubbed her shoulders and back, next splashing reams of water against the surface of her tender breasts as she g
iggled with delight.

  Breaking their kiss to splash her lover in good and kind return, Astrid soon playfully wrestled with her longtime friend, their sturdy arms and heaving chests straining against each other as they laughed and chortled together.

  The horseplay turned serious moments later, as Eirik buried his head in Astrid’s chest to lick and suckle her breasts, lapping up the water drops that covered their surface as his long, hard shaft surged upward in the water.

  Wrapping her arms around his firm back and entangling her fingers in his long, wet mass of silken gold hair, the queen rocked her hips against his—opening herself to welcome his advances as the waves cradled and supported their bodies.

  “All in good time, milady,” Eirik whispered against her skin, cradling her body close to his as he rubbed and washed the length of her back before gracing her rear with a playful squeeze. “I’ve dreamt of this day a long time. I aim to take my time with you.”

  Once again seizing her lips in a warm, meaningful kiss, a tender Eirik enclosed his queen in adoring arms and swayed her back and forth; leading her in the motions of a water ballet that made her feel light and feminine.

  “No small feat, that,” she mused in silence, sinking in Eirik’s arms as he pulled her closer still, his massive chest pressing her breasts as their tongues, hips and thighs locked between them.

  Wrapping her arms tight around Eirik’s massive shoulders and her long, sturdy legs around his trim waist, an ecstatic Astrid savored the feel of her muscle-bound warrior clutched tight in her arms. And judging by the way that his long, hard shaft now grazed her soaking wet feminine cleft, he more than shared in this emotion.

  The surrounding waters supplying the ideal lubricant for their intimate interaction, the couple fully and finally joined as one; a lustful Eirik running a long, wet tongue down the length of his lover’s neck as his pulsating rod sank into the depths of her aroused femininity, sinking deep in her pussy as he raised his head to stare deep into her eyes.