Tempted By The Knight (Medieval MFM Menage Romance) by Kalena Lyons Page A

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.
    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