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

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    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