Authors: Titania Ladley
Gowain nodded with a beaming smile. He afforded Salena one quick, cautious jerk of the eye before sauntering off whistling a merry tune.
Falcon tossed aside a linen-wrapped bundle and dropped to his knees, his head clearing the low ceiling. He crawled toward her, a predator’s gleam in his eyes. She noted that he’d removed the mask and it afforded her a full, dangerous view of his face. She was surprised to see that the slashing injury across his cheek and temple seemed strangely to have disappeared. The wound had lent him the dangerous look of a pirate, but now, without the disfigurement, the handsome look of him made her heart palpitate in her chest. Salena’s knees weakened and she felt the slight edges of a swoon coming on. How could she fight such a magnificent rogue as this?
“Must I cut your tongue from that beautiful head of yours?”
“You wouldn’t!” She backed away still hunched, and collapsed upon the bed. Soft fur cushioned her fall. The scent of pine needles and man overtook Salena. Excitement overwhelming her, she planted her elbows behind her, a trapped animal’s lame attempt at defense.
“Nay,” he growled, climbing upon the bearskin. “I’ve not done such a thing to anyone—yet.” He kept advancing on the pelt until she had no choice but to lay back. He hovered above her, the firelight flickering over the planes and angles of his face. His breath warmed her lips, so close were their proximity. Those wolf-like eyes glittered and remained open, never leaving hers. They looked into hers with an intensity that stilled her breath.
It seemed time wavered, as if they were held suspended together in a realm of their own. Somewhere off in the distance, the fire crackled, and the sounds of the camp settling in for the early evening faded away. Her body tingled with unleashed energy, though she could not move a muscle. He’d cast the spell for her to follow Gowain into the cave, but once she’d obeyed that order, her body had become her own. Yet she could not move. The moment became etched profound and indelible upon her brain.
“Make love to me,” she suddenly whispered, her own words surprising her. But there was no mistaking the heat that pounded between her thighs. She could swear scalding-hot wax dribbled from her pussy. All it seemed to take, she finally accepted, was one smoldering look from him and she yearned for his erect cock to plunge into her depths. She did not know how it had happened in such a short time, but…she’d become addicted to her captor.
He blinked in surprise at her request. “Ah, the lady has gotten a taste or two of the delights of the flesh. But is she aware the best is yet to come?”
Yes, she suspected there would be more to his carnal web of surprises. She pressed a hand to his cheek. “Where—how did your wound mend so quickly?”
He took her hand and kissed the palm causing flutters of heat to race to her breasts. “‘Tis John’s doing. He has the power within his touch to change, to alter, to heal.”
“This John…he is turning out to be quite the mysterious man.”
Falcon forced a look of envy into his eyes yet he smiled confidently. “You pine for another, milady?”
“No, he merely fascinates me on a different level. As for this bandit who has abducted me and brought me to his den of desire?” she purred, tracing his lip with her fingertip. “I finally admit…I do pine for
him
.”
He didn’t offer any reply. He merely looked at her with an indefinable emotion glazing his eyes. It made her long to reach for him, so she did. Gone was the need to suppress her silent longings. Why bother? He could sense her desires and read her thoughts anyway? And she no longer wished to deny herself another moment.
She slid her arms around his neck and drew him down, opening her legs to accommodate his hips. His half-hard shaft pressed into her wetness. Even through all the layers of clothing, the move was potent and it made her growl deep in her throat. His dark magic seemed to diffuse over her, into her, right into her throbbing passage. But it wasn’t enough.
“Take me, please. Despite the fact that I can loathe you at times, I also yearn for your…arrow to spear me, to bring me to that swift pinnacle.”
“Salena…” It was all he needed to say. His mouth swooped down and claimed her lips. He must have sampled some wine since ordering her to go with Gowain, for he tasted of ambrosia. She hungered for more, her arms tightening around his neck and taut shoulders. Salena closed her eyes giving herself over to the thrill of wickedness. Her legs circled his hips, but he immediately untangled them before she could hook her ankles together.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Nay, little filly, I need your legs free for this…”
Her eyes fluttered open. Salena let out painful, short spurts of air. “For what, warlock? What black sorcery will you wield upon me this time? Aye, I am your prisoner, I now concede to that truth. But please do not make me beg for your charms.”
Falcon traced her trembling lower lip with his finger. His gaze followed its path down over her jaw, her neck and collarbone, her heaving breasts. She could have sworn fire tipped his finger. A blaze ignited wherever he touched. Her hair stood on end, her heart beat erratically, her nipples tightened against the fabric of her gown.
“You shall never have to beg me to do what my soul has hungered for since I laid eyes upon you at court. Now relax. Allow me to introduce some new charms to you.” And he smiled down at her, his expression tender yet wayward.
She obeyed, though it was of her own free will. He moved lower, his finger tracing the outside of her garment. He pressed firm across her rib cage, spanned his hands over her waist.
“Close your eyes and loosen every muscle in your body.”
She inhaled and complied. It really was quite liberating, she discovered, to lie back and allow him to worship her. The touch of those large hands slid down over her pelvis, lower to her thighs and calves. He reached her boots and one by one, he removed them. Falcon took one bare foot in his palm and rubbed it between his hands. Blood pumped through her circulation warming everywhere he massaged. Salena sighed, the bliss of it sending a ripple of gooseflesh up her leg, over her torso to her scalp.
When the soft and wet sensation of lips fluttered over her arch, she had to rein in the urge to yank her foot from his grasp. At first it did nothing but tickle. However, when he stuck his tongue out and dragged it from her heel to the ball of her foot, she nearly came off the bed with the surprising pleasure of it. Before she had time to acclimate herself to the shivering desire the move had produced, he drew her second toe into his mouth.
“Oh! Oh, Falcon. Oh—”
Her words were cut short when he bent her knee as he swirled his tongue around the toe. Reaching up her thigh, he pushed aside her garments until he found her core. He made one circle around her clitoris before burying a trio of fingers inside her. She couldn’t help but groan aloud. Her moans echoed against the stone walls. He pumped her, plunging into the sticky mess between her mons lips. All the while, his tongue twirled and sucked, moving on to the next toe as the one before became desensitized.
Ecstasy raced through her veins. She slapped her hands onto the pelt and fisted them into the long fur. “Falcon…Falcon I’m going to—”
Just as she arched her back to welcome the orgasm, he retreated.
“No…oh please, do not stop.” She reached down between her legs, grappling for his hand. He pulled it out of reach.
“Salena, I told you to relax. Lie back.” His voice held a trace of barely contained restraint. It told her she wasn’t the only one in desperate need and the realization gave her a sort of wild satisfaction.
She did as he bade. “You are a cruel master, but still, I want you.”
Falcon took her leg and stretched it out, setting her ankle upon his shoulder. “Then you shall have me. Or should I say, I shall have you?”
The cryptic words passed without comprehension until she saw his intent. He bit and licked, sucked and scratched first the flesh of her calf, then her inner thighs, then…
“W-what…are you—” His mouth closed over her pussy. Salena screamed her pleasure, heedless of her voice carrying out into the woods. Falcon’s tongue did wicked, evil things to her. And she wondered in that moment if he were the devil in disguise masquerading as a thief in the dark forests of England.
He swiped her labia and darted his long tongue into her creamy hole. She gasped, her stomach quivering with the intense sensation of it. Instinct took over and she raised one knee, the other leg still slung over his shoulder. Salena thrust her pelvis up against his face so that he fucked her with that talented tongue. His arms went under her ass and hooked over the top of her legs so that he could hold the swollen lips open. He made noises that boiled her blood, noises that indicated bliss and a rabid hunger of his own. Salena thought at that moment she’d lost her mind, but she soon realized there would be more torture to come.
Pinpricks of wet-hot fire blasted through her veins when he removed his tongue from her hole and swirled it around her pebble-hard pearl. Her breath caught, released, caught, released. Fisting handfuls of fur, she bucked upward, her head rolling from side to side. She was almost there. The sensation of it made her groan with anticipation.
Further riding on that instinct, she gripped his head, sinking her fingers into the thickness of his hair. He growled and increased the pressure. But it wasn’t enough. Each flicker took her to the gate and back but not through it. Clamping her teeth together on a feral moan, her palms spanned his scalp and she ground his mouth into that magic spot. Her hips moved in short little bucks, making his tongue vibrate hard and fast over her clitoris.
She lifted her head suddenly needing to watch him devour her. Those emerald eyes were already watching her face intently. The glazed look in them told her he experienced maddening paradise just as she did. The sight of him devouring her most private area pushed her upward toward that peak she desperately reached for. She could almost taste what he tasted, could swear she could feel what he felt. The scent of her own arousal wafted up to tease her nostrils. The lapping noises he made sounded against the backdrop of the autumn winds as they whistled outside the cave. It tapped into a beastly urge within her, and she knew in that instant she was lost to this man forever. The intimacy they shared coupled with the ambiance of the setting nearly moved her to tears.
“Falcon…” she whispered on a gasp. “I never knew such… Ah, I love watching you feast on me down there.”
He grunted, never removing his mouth from her. His tongue wiggled faster and it brought to mind the flapping wings of a hummingbird. Her eyes struggled to stay open, to watch him satisfy her so expertly. The explosion came upon her with almost deadly force. Her heart stilled. She couldn’t breathe. Red-hot bliss crested over her and she growled out her release. But it wasn’t the end. As soon as she reached the pinnacle, riding its last few waves, he forced several fingers into her passage and pumped in rhythm with his tongue. The move brought her back to the glory and delight of his carnal heaven.
“I’m going to—oh, yes, again!” His fingers pummeled her, filling her up like his cock had. Her legs wrapped around his head making her skirts slide further up and bunch across her abdomen. She couldn’t hold onto his head anymore. The blaze of ecstasy, so close on the last one’s heels, forced her to surrender completely. She slapped her hands onto the fur pelt as his tongue and fingers drove her along the path of insanity. It went on forever it seemed.
Salena gasped in and out, turning her head toward the cave opening. Crying out, she finally reached the last ridge of madness at the very second her eyes fell upon John. He sat just inside the cave’s narrow opening, outlined by the early evening dusk, his back leaning against the rocky wall. His head turned toward the interior of the cave and firelight danced over his rugged, handsome face. Her gaze fell ever lower. She could see the enormous bulge in his codpiece. He rubbed himself outside the garment while his eyes held hers from across the space. An image of that large cock filled her mind, of him stroking himself, stroking her. Amazingly, she felt desire soak her core once again.
Falcon slowly withdrew his fingers and crawled up and over her. He planted his elbows beside her head and she turned to look up into the restrained face of a beast.
“It is time.” He said it huskily, dragging his sticky mouth back and forth over her own. She could taste the salty flavor of her sex on his lips, could detect the wild fragrance. It made her hunger to lick all the white cream from his face. But his words had caused her pulse to pound dangerously fast.
“Time?”
“Time for you to couple with us,” John rasped crawling toward them on all fours. “Both of us…at the same time. I…I need your energy.”
Chapter Eight
John brought to mind a stealthy wolf, his eyes glittering with hunger. She caught his woodsy scent, like and yet different from Falcon’s. Falcon shifted to her right side, propped himself up on his left elbow and played lazily with her breasts. Her nipples puckered beneath the bodice of her gown abrading over the fabric. John moved calculatingly closer, and she could swear a cloud of warmth cocooned her between the two men.
Two men! Excitement knotted in her belly. She recalled Falcon’s words…
Four hands, a score of fingers…two cocks.
What, in heaven’s name, will I do with two cocks? And at the same time, no less!
“You will enjoy them just as you’ve enjoyed two hands, ten fingers and one cock, milady,” Falcon replied to her thoughts. “It will be twice the pleasure.”
His words made her quake in disbelief. She remembered Falcon’s explanation that the two of them must mate with one woman in order to temporarily fuel their immortality. Though the anticipation and curiosity of it held her fascinated, she couldn’t help but feel as if she were being used like a harlot.
“Your talents are quite enough for me, Falcon,” she countered, yet her voice held a note of indecision. “And I do not wish to be a toy for a pair of rogues, to be tossed aside once well-used.”
They both burst out in a deep howl of laughter.
“Rogues we might be,” John said with a potent grin and a charming wink. “But a toy you will never be to me. You hold a place of honor in my heart, not only because you will help replenish my already diminishing powers, but because you are my spirit-brother’s chosen one.”
“Chosen one?” She glanced to her right noting the look of vexation Falcon shot at John.
“Lorcan can better brief you on that particular point.”
“Lorcan? The old wizard you spoke of?”
“Aye, that old wizard knows things we do not. He speaks in riddles, his most recent being a bit of a shock. But now isn’t the time to discuss such trivialities…is it, John?”
It seemed to be John’s cue to go forth with their plan. Propped on his elbows and laying on his stomach at a right angle to her, he lowered his head toward her mouth.
“Wait!” Her hand came into contact with his barrel-thick chest. Hard muscles bunched beneath her palm. Caught off-guard by the pleasantness of touching John with Falcon at her side…it rendered her into a stuttering, incoherent babble. “I…oh, but… Now you can’t—I just don’t know. Wait! I said no!”
Apparently, he didn’t hear her, for John’s mouth slammed into hers. At the same moment, Falcon slid his right hand up her thigh making hot blood pool in her womb. The mouth against hers was different yet the same, larger yet precise and just as talented. His tongue slid around hers, hesitated, darted deep into her mouth. It retreated swiping over her lips.
“Ah, I taste your own juices upon your lips. Nectar to a starving man,” John growled and claimed her mouth again. Sparks of confusion and need drugged with wanton desire burst from her tongue and shattered down and over her vee.
Falcon rubbed his braies against her hip. “Touch me,” he whispered in her ear, and his hand took hers and dragged it down and into his garment. Fully erect, it felt like a silk-covered rod of iron inside her curled hand. She gripped the length of him, marveling at his size.
“Ah, yes, like that,” he rasped.
Salena groaned when John softened the kiss, pulling back to make a path down her jaw and neck. The move caused her to tighten her hold on Falcon’s shaft. He hissed almost simultaneously with her when John suddenly tore back the neckline of her gown and cupped one breast. Her areola went tingly hard even before his warm mouth closed over it.
Through the fog of lust enveloping her, she groaned out loud when Falcon found her pearl. John’s left hand shot down then and found Falcon’s hand. He used it as a point of reference and found her pussy hole, sinking one of those long, thick fingers into her as Falcon continued his strumming of her clit.
“Oh, my God. I’m doing this. I’m really doing this!”
She couldn’t take it any longer. Salena removed her hand from inside Falcon’s braies. She hooked her right arm around his neck, her left around John’s. Hungry, simply famished, she dragged both of their mouths to hers. Ah, he’d forgotten to forewarn her of the pleasure of three silky-smooth tongues, three pairs of soft, wet lips. Three chests touching so intimately it made her nipples ache with the need to be devoured.
Falcon must have read her mind because he tore his mouth from theirs and growled, “Sit up. Take that cumbersome garment off and get naked.”
She obeyed but there was no need for the force of a spell. Eager anticipation had her sitting bolt upright and jerking the gown and undergarments off. The cave felt warm as the fire crackled behind John. The two men came up on their knees and stripped their own clothing off. It simply paralyzed her lungs to see the firelight dance over both wide shoulders, both tight chests, all those rippled abdomen muscles…and the powerful, fully erect shafts.
Two of them! Here gaze bounced to the left then to the right and back again. Her pussy flooded with an outpouring of wetness she could not contain. Salena started to reach out to both cocks. Her heart suddenly thumped as if to warn her she must halt this madness. She drew her hands back and flexed her fingers.
“‘Tis all right,” John murmured. “You can touch us both at the same time.”
“Salena,” Falcon said in a low, husky voice as he reached for her hand and wrapped it around his rod. “Do not be afraid. Go ahead. Explore and satisfy that carnal curiosity of yours.” He took her other hand, leaned in front of her and curled it around John’s cock.
John hissed so sharply she started, thinking she’d hurt him. He slid her a tight smile as if he clung to what tiny remnants of control he had left. “I’m fine…just very excited by your soft touch.” His words combined with the pale blue haze of bliss in his eyes sent a new surge to her womb—as did the silk-over-rock feel of the two cocks in her hands.
What should I do now?
“Move your hands at the same time,” Falcon offered. “Ah, yes, like that…”
Their heads went back at the same instant and it made her think of two wolves howling to the moon. She stroked them in unison, her hands getting the feel, the rhythm and the pressure down in a matter of minutes.
“Salena…” Falcon gritted out through clenched teeth. She glanced up at him, spellbound by the look of passion in his eyes. “How would you like to kiss them, like I kissed you down there?”
“Kiss them?”
“Aye.” John scooted on his knees moving closer so that they touched her outer left thigh. Falcon did the same at her right. She got an up-close perusal of both delectable manhood specimens. They were both veiny and long with little droplets of pearly-white juice oozing from the slits. She knew this meant they neared that blissful point where more semen would shoot from the tips once further stimulated. The mental picture that thought conjured up made her breath come in short, eager spurts. She licked her lips, longing to taste their juices as Falcon had tasted hers.
She brought them closer together above her lap so she could compare and examine them as she continued to fondle them. Their lengths were almost identical, though John’s appeared slightly longer, perhaps a half-inch at most. She suddenly saw the irony in his name, “Little” John. There was nothing at all little about this man, and knowing so made her heart race, her feminine ego swell.
Falcon’s cock had a bit more girth. She could not span his entire circumference with her hand but she could barely span John’s rod. They both jutted proudly from nests of curls, though where Falcon’s was golden-blond in color, John’s was as black as the hair upon his scalp.
When they each closed a hand over her breasts, her head fell back, the long length of wavy hair swishing sensuously over her naked buttocks. Their talented palms skimmed and sizzled over the soft bulk of her mounds and puckered nipples. Fingers pinched, tweaked and pulled sending a backlash of fire to her already flaming pussy. Ah, it made her hungry, made her feel like the wolves she’d likened them to moments ago.
She lowered her head and inhaled catching a conglomerated manly scent in her nostrils. Her nose moved closer to Falcon. He smelled sweet yet somewhat salty. She turned her head and drew in John’s sexual aroma. She detected the same woodsy undertones but a pleasant muskiness all his own filled her lungs. Together, it was a potent combination and it made her clit throb when she turned back to Falcon and pressed a soft kiss to the head of his penis.
“Ah, yes. Since I am your only true man, Salena…” he ground out when she flicked her tongue out to taste the cum. Bitter saltiness burst in her mouth. “I must get the first ever feel of your mouth around me, not John.”
The sound of the possessiveness in his voice made her heart race with pride and an unexpected joy. She was starting to understand the dynamics of this strange situation with John. While Falcon had claimed her as his woman, it was her duty to provide him and his soul-brother with the energy needed to strengthen their powers. Yes, there was excitement in John’s presence. His rugged handsomeness was very pleasing to the eye, as was the beauty of his powerful body. But there was not that indefinable depth of strange and deep emotions she felt with Falcon. And as some women did their duty by entertaining their husband’s guests in their homes, so did she. Only Falcon was not her husband and the type of entertainment she provided far surpassed dinner, the throwing of lavish balls and serving a goblet of wine or two.
This was the way of Falcon Montague, Robin Hood, legendary thief of hearts. She’d had a difficult time accepting the reality of his claims to immortality and powers yet she’d experienced it first hand and could not deny it. How was it that she’d gone from being the inexperienced, intended bride of Edward Devonshire, the Duke of Oxford, to this charismatic scamp, Robin Hood’s plaything in two day’s time?
Had he simply captured her heart or was it the workings of his black magic?
Suddenly, she didn’t care if magic played a role or not. Salena stroked John with her hand and closed her mouth over Falcon’s cock. She rejoiced in the growl it elicited from them both. Lust unleashed full force in her system and she let out a growl of her own. It came from deep in her throat as she swirled her tongue around Falcon’s huge organ. He hissed and she sucked harder. She tasted his delicious flavor while pleasuring another man with her hand. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation at what would come, and eagerness picked up in an impatient pace in her belly, galloping, rushing forward.
John moved closer so that his cock touched her cheek. “Taste me now.”
In a frenzy, she released Falcon with a
pop
and sucked John in. His flavor was saltier, his scent more musky. She gripped the long length of him and relaxed her throat, attempting to take as much of it in as she could. Her right hand pumped up and down on Falcon’s shaft, still moist from her wet mouth. Together, the three of them moaned and grunted. But it still wasn’t enough to satisfy her anxious needs and ruthless curiosity. She wanted them both in her mouth, had to see what it would be like to double the pleasure she now tasted, felt, smelled.
Two cocks…
Falcon’s words echoed in her head prompting her to take action. She removed her mouth from John’s rod and rose onto her knees. Salena tugged until the front of their cocks pressed together, the tight sacs bulging in a group of four massive jewels.
Falcon groaned.
John muttered, “Jesus!”
And she took them both in.
“Holy mother—”
“Son of a—”
Her mouth stretching wide, she screamed around the double bulk in her mouth when they reached down simultaneously, Falcon to her frontside, John to her back. Salena feasted on their mixed flavors, struggling to hold still for their talented hands. Falcon’s fingers found her swollen pebble. He alternated rubbing it with penetrating her pussy so that she almost saw the edges of release. Sticky juice dripped from her cunt. She could smell her wild arousal even over that of these two irresistible men.
John found her soaking-wet pool, coated his finger and dragged it up to twirl it around her tight asshole. Falcon had already shown her the delights of this forbidden taboo. And since they already had her in a wild frenzy of need, she
had
to have it again.
Removing her mouth from the cocks, she thrust her rear back and screamed “Yes!” when he sank his finger into her ass at the same time Falcon invaded her pussy with two fingers.
“Ah, she is ready,” John said huskily.
“Aye, I agree.” Falcon shifted, pressing a hand down on the bearskin until he lay on his back. To Salena, he looked up at her and nearly barked, “Straddle me.”
The sudden removal of all those digits from her holes gave her a brief moment of disappointment—until she saw Falcon’s manhood pressed against his belly, just waiting for her to mount him.
“But what about John and the…”
“You will see, Salena. We will pleasure you at the same time. And it will be a phenomenal experience for you.”
She swallowed audibly, swinging her knee over his waist until she was perched over him, his cock barely brushing her cunt. Salena planted her hands on his hard chest looking down into his face, rigid now with painful restraint.