The Mercenary Knight by Elyzabeth M. VaLey Page A

behind her, his hands splayed on her ass, caressing. Tanya nodded and Wybert recaptured her mouth. She gasped as she felt the finger enter her virgin anus. Wybert took her mouth and relaxed against him as Gregorii slowly began to fuck her backside. She bent forward, her body a burning ball of fire. Gregorii pushed another finger inside and she shoved back. Another source of pleasure caused her to squirm. Wybert’s fat digit was entering her open cunt. Pleasure slammed against her so hard she thought she would faint.
    “Please, Gregorii, Wybert,” she mumbled, unsure what it was she wanted.
    She barely caught the glance the men gave each other as if they had reached some sort of silent agreement. Wybert lifted her a little above him. He took her hand in his and led it to his thick, veiny shaft. Tanya moaned as the thick member stretched her slick vagina. Wybert leaned back and brought her down with him. He brushed his lips against hers.
    “Don’t move.”
    Tanya yelped when she felt something large try to push its way inside her anus.
    “Did I hurt you?” Gregorii’s husky voice whispered from behind.
    She shook her head. “I was just surprised…I’ve never…”
    “Try to relax.”
    She nodded. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy for a moment before she felt him once more against her backside, slowly pushing in. Wybert kissed her, trying to distract her from Gregorii’s cock slowly easing his way inside her virgin hole. She felt her anus slowly adjust to the new feeling until Gregorii’s cock would go no further, her anus already made smaller by Wybert’s shaft inside her pussy.
    Gregorii folded over her back and kissed the nape of her neck.
    “Are you ready?” he whispered hoarsely.
    Tanya nodded, a thrill of anticipation running through her and wetting her pussy more than she ever thought possible. Without warning, Gregorii pulled back. His cock eased from the depths of her tender opening for a moment before he thrust in again. The movement impaled her on Wybert’s cock inside her pussy. She cried out, pleasure coursing through every pore of her body. They began to build a steady rhythm: when one was pulling out the other was pushing in. Tanya had never felt so full in her life. The men grunted in exertion and sweat trickled down their muscled bodies, mingling with her own sweat and the juices that ran freely down her thighs. Gregorii wound his arm around her and fondled one of her breasts. She moaned and whimpered in ecstasy. Flesh smacked flesh over and over again, their lovemaking reaching a frenetic rhythm. Gregorii smacked her ass, Wybert licked her earlobe. Her body spasmed and shook, her vagina contracted and she lost all sense of direction. Tanya screamed, and as if far away, she heard the men groan as they too found their shattering release.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Conrad bit the inside of his cheek. He tasted blood and was furious. Why had he sent Gregorii and Wybert to Tanya’s room? A little voice in his head answered him: You became scared . He was a fighting man. He’d seen some terrible things in his life and did not fear death or pain. And yet, he’d barely brushed the wench’s lips and had run off like a coward. Conrad turned in bed and clapped a hand to his ears, trying to fend off the unmistakable moans of pleasure issuing from the room next door.
    He should have possessed her right then and there. The moment his lips grazed Tanya’s, he should have succumbed to desire and claimed her. Instead, he’d made the terrible mistake of sending Gregorii and Wybert to protect her. Conrad swore under his breath.
    “Protect her, please,” he snorted. By what he was hearing through the paper-thin inn walls, they were all fucking each other’s brains out.
    Conrad felt he should have known better. Neither one of them had had a woman in bed for months––and Tanya was no lady. She had made that clear, but had also stated that she was no whore. Well, she was certainly