Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set (45 page)

“Good, Trenton. Because ‘The Rose Knight’ is kind of
a mouthful.” I lean in closer, give him a nice view of my corseted
cleavage. “How’s the whole vengeance thing going for you lately?
It’s been awhile since I’ve heard from you, so I’m just
curious.”

“Vengeance is a slow and painful mistress,” he
replies. “And not a pleasurable one. Unlike you, Lady Louisa of the
Crossroads.”

“If it’s my pleasure you’re seeking this evening,
Trenton, I have a proposal to make. A proposal that just might make
your little vengeance problem a bit easier to manage.”

“I should like very much to hear this proposal,
milady,” Trenton says, taking a seductive step closer. “But first
things first. Yonder Egyptian harlot and her two servants seem
intent upon doing you harm this evening. Shall I dispense of them
for you, milady? It would be no greater pleasure for me than to
kill your enemies for you.”

I cough. Ordering peoples’ deaths really isn’t up my
alley, even if Madam Jasphet isn’t quite that benevolent. “Umm,
that won’t be necessary, Trenton. Though I do appreciate the
thought.” I clear my throat and lean in closer, keeping one
watchful eye on Madam Jasphet and her minions all the while.
“Trenton, my proposal involves not only a taste of my sensual
powers, but also an opportunity to unlock the secret of Lord
Verdigris’ time portals. Are you interested?”

Trenton’s face lights up. “You need only point the
way, milady, and I shall follow.”

I take Trenton—The Rose Knight—by the arm and gently
guide him across the ballroom, never taking my eyes off Madam
Jasphet and her two lackeys. I feel a secret twinge of pleasure
when I see the Egyptian Ice-Crotch’s expression turn from seething
hatred to fear and surprise. She obviously wasn’t expecting me to
have the legendary Rose Knight himself under my thumb, and in a
public place to boot. I think I just might be safe from her now—for
the time being, anyway.

We make it back over to where Pembroke is standing.
“Pembroke, this is the Rose Knight. You can call him Trenton.
Trenton, this is Pembroke. He’s a member of the Personal Guards,
and a prisoner of Lord Verdigris, just like I am.”

Trenton bows stiffly at Pembroke. “Greetings,” he
says, his voice gruff and unfriendly.

Pembroke bows deeply in return. “A pleasure to meet
the legendary Rose Knight. Your fearsome reputation precedes
you.”

Trenton makes a deep growling sound in his throat,
obviously not pleased with Pembroke’s comment. “Why don’t you two
gentlemen come with me and get better acquainted,” I offer, hoping
to smooth things over. “There’s a little nook against the wall over
there where we can have some privacy.”

I make a beeline for a small chapel-like nook off
the main ballroom, and beckon the two men to follow me there. The
chapel-nook is more of a tiny room set in from the stone wall, and
has a small velvet-covered bench, a tiny altar with an ancient
statue of the Virgin Mary besotted with melting penny candles, and
a tufted sheepskin rug big enough for three people to stretch out
full-length upon.

Perfect. I couldn’t have picked a better spot for a
ménage a trois
if I tried.

“Why don’t you two gentlemen have a seat?” I motion
towards the velvet-covered bench. “Trenton, why don’t you tell
Pembroke a little bit about yourself?”

Trenton just glowers at me. And Pembroke glowers at
him.

“Now, now, there’s no need to be so grumpy,” I say,
cheerful. “We’re all here for the same reason, after all. To enjoy
some sensual pleasures of the flesh. And wreak some havoc on Lord
Verdigris while we’re at it. So shall we begin?”

I get the party started by unlacing my corset. One
breast pops into view, then the other. “There now, gentlemen,” I
purr. “Perhaps these will brighten your moods.”

Pembroke and Trenton adopt expressions very similar
to hungry wolves who’ve just caught sight of a piece of bloody
fresh meat.

“I thought that might make the both of you feel a
little better,” I coo. “And now for dessert.” I unlace the rest of
my corset, revealing my belly, then my mons.

Now my two lovers are drooling like Pavlov’s dogs.
“Come and get it, boys,” I whisper. “And remember, you both need to
play nice. And share.”

Pembroke and Trenton both pounce on me, each taking
a breast. All their mutual animosity is gone in an instant as their
mouths close around my nipples. I throw my head back and relish the
feeling of their wet tongues against my areolae, savor the
sensation of my nipples hardening against their probing lips. And I
know that this is just a sneak preview of the festivities ahead. I
feel my pussy get hot and slick in anticipation of what’s to
come.

But even as my body goes electric from sensual
pleasure, my mind remains focused on the task at hand. I have to
find and access the time portal.Whatever I do here with Pembroke
and Trenton, it’s just a stepping-stone towards my journey back
home to New Jersey.

Or is it? After all, I think I’m in love with
Pembroke. How can I just use him as a tool to get home? And what
about Trenton? I have feelings for him too—though quite different
ones from those I have for Pembroke. These are two very special men
who I’ll both miss when and if I ever make it back home to the
twenty-first century. How can I consider leaving either of them
behind?

But I won’t think about that right now. I can’t. I’m
enjoying the pleasure they’re both giving me way too much.

Pembroke moves from my left nipple down to my belly
button, flicking his tongue back and forth inside it with a
fascinating rhythm. Trenton stays affixed to my right nipple, but
the nimble fingers of his left hand stray downward, caressing here,
there and everywhere until they come to rest on the soft mound just
above my pubes. My body temperature rises, and my juices start to
flow.

This little
ménage a trois
is about to get
interesting.

I slowly lower myself down onto my knees, taking
Pembroke and Trenton along with me—they’re not about to take their
mouths and hands off me for a second—until I’m kneeling on the
soft, tufted sheepskin rug below. I loosen the last few corset
strings until the entire top half of my gown falls completely away,
and loosing the drawstring at the gathered waist until it slips off
my body completely and the glistening red-and-black satin forms a
rippled pool around my knees. Pembroke takes his cue right away,
his mouth and fingers straying lower, lower, lower, until he splits
open my seam and begins frothing away at my sleek, shiny sex.

I kneel down even more, until I’m almost sitting
back on my haunches, my thighs spread apart and my lower half
squatting as if I’m riding a Shetland pony. Pembroke dives in,
throwing his entire body into eating and loving my pussy. Trenton
stays focused on my breasts for now, sucking and kneading and
licking at my nipples and squeezing my soft white globes until they
become red-hot balls of flame. But before long, however, Trenton
goes in search of new territories to explore. He ends up nuzzling
my buttocks, kissing both my fleshy soft cheeks, then exploring the
seam in between them. Soon he’s entering the forbidden zone of my
back passage, spreading my milky cheeks wide to see what the chasm
between them contains. He finds my puckered rose that is the entry
to my back passage there, of course—and soon he’s licking it,
touching it, gently probing it, making it the exotic erogenous zone
that it is.

Meanwhile, Pembroke has turned his full attentions
to my clit and sheath. He’s rubbing, licking and biting my clit
with his tongue and thumb, and finger-fucking me too. I’m already
bucking and bouncing in response to his touch, my orgasm just
moments away. Trenton’s gotten busy with my back passage, too—he’s
got two or three fingers penetrating me there, probing so deep that
he’s pressing up against Pembroke’s fingers as they push up against
my G-spot. The resulting sensations are so mind-blowing that I
think I just might have an out-of-body experience.

And in a way, I do. Because just when my orgasm is
on the cusp of exploding into the nether reaches of space, a
strange phantom image appears before my tightly squeezed-shut eyes.
A ghostly image of an elaborately carved mahogany door floats
before me, its brightly polished brass doorknob beckoning me with
its blinding shine. At first I think I’m just hallucinating from
too much hot caressing in too many forbidden places—and then, it
hits me.

The time portal.
That ghostly image of a
magical door inside my head must be Lord Verdigris’ secret time
portal! I’ve found it! Or rather, Pembroke and Trenton have
helped
me find it, since the brightness of the portal seems
directly related to how hot my clit and sheath are feeling—it
flickers brighter and dimmer in perfect sync with the spasms that
are starting to build in my nether parts.In my mind’s eye I reach
out for the bright brass doorknob, hoping to open the door, but it
remains locked.

Damn it.

The door may be locked now, but not for long.
Because at the exact moment my orgasm finally takes hold, sending
me into that incredible, wonderful freefall sensation that human
beings the world over spend their whole lives searching for, the
time portal slowly, steadily opens. I’ve left my body entirely now,
and am floating in a grayish-silvery mist, the center of which
holds the heavy mahogany door. I can still feel the pleasures of
the earth-shattering orgasm my body is enjoying, but it seems
somehow mythical and far away.

In my mind’s eye, Pembroke and Trenton both stand
beside me, each holding one of my hands. I lead them forward
through the ghostly threshold, and then—

I jolt back into my body. I’m still naked, my
red-and-black satin gown still pooled down around my ankles.
Pembroke and Trenton are still both pleasuring both of my sensual
orifices. But we’re not in the Hall of Harlots anymore. We’re not
even inside Bellweather Castle anymore. We’re—

Well, in truth, I have absolutely no idea where we
are.

Pembroke stops licking my clit and looks up. Trenton
pops up from between my butt cheeks and gives me a quizzical stare.
“What happened?” they both ask in perfect unison.

“I think we just traveled through time.”

Chapter
12

Pembroke stands up and takes a look around while I
hastily shove my body back inside my dress. “I believe you have
succeeded in opening the time portal, Lady Louisa,” he says,
obviously impressed. “The only question is, madam, where did you
take us?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” I confess. “I’m kind of
new to this whole time-travel thing.”

Trenton stood up and frowned. “I do not like this
place,” he declared. “It reeks of the sinister and menacing things
of the world. Things that my Beloved always told me to be cautious
of.”

I stand up too, and start to get dressed. “Well,
there’s only one way to figure out where—and when—we are,” I say,
lacing up the front of my corset.“Let’s have a look around, shall
we?”

Pembroke and Trenton are both obviously a little
miffed at having to break off our group tryst before getting their
rocks off, but we can get back to our playtime soon enough. First
things first—we need to figure out just where the hell I managed to
teleport the three of us to. And with my luck, we’re probably stuck
sometime in the Paleolithic Age and are mere seconds away from
being eaten by a T-Rex. Or attacked by a woolly mammoth. Or—

As if reading my mind, Trenton taps me hard on the
shoulder. “Milady, methinks we are in a spot of trouble.” He points
off into the distance, and my stomach sinks to approximately the
level of my knees.

We’re standing in the middle of a vast, empty
prairie, with nary a human or a house in sight. But just over the
horizon is a huge, waving, dark-brown mass, and the ground beneath
our feet is vibrating in a strange-yet-somehow-familiar way. Little
by little, the waving dark-brown mass gets closer, until I can just
barely make out what it is.

Thousands upon thousands of stampeding buffalo are
about to trample us all to death.

I grab Pembroke and Trenton by their forearms and
pull them close to me. “Well, I think I know where we are,” I say,
trying hard to stay focused. If I’m going to get us out of this
mess alive, I’ll need to be very focused. On what, though, I have
no clue.

Pembroke stares at the approaching buffalo herd with
a mixture of fear and fascination. “And where, pray tell, is that,
madam?”

“We’re in the Old West,” I say. “In the early days
of my country. Probably in Kansas, or maybe Oklahoma—“

Trenton looks puzzled. “The Old West? Do you mean
the Great Western Firelands, madam, which are ruled by the Great
Khan of Kublaikin? For I have dueled and vanquished many a
mercenary in that wild and barbaric kingdom, covered as it is with
barbaric hordes. . .”

I hold up my hand to silence him. “No, no, no. We’re
in a completely different century, on a completely different
continent, and we’re about to be stampeded to death.”

Pembroke pulls his saber from its sheath and waves
it in the direction of the stampeding buffalo. “Madam, will these
creatures perhaps be deterred by my expert swordsmanship?”

I shake my head and sigh. “Look, you two, it’s
probably best that you both stop asking questions and just let me
handle this.”

Pembroke and Trenton both look at me as if I’ve
sprouted a second head.

“The Rose Knight never stands idly by when a lady is
in distress,” Trenton booms, puffing out his huge chest and banging
his lance against the grassy knoll below.

“But madam!” Pembroke sputters. “It is my
gentlemanly duty and obligation to protect you from any and all
dangers—“

“Shut up, Pembroke. You too, Trenton. I’m not the
only one in distress. We’re all in this mess together.”