The Ever Knight (7 page)

He kissed her breasts in greeting as he passed.

Then he put his tongue to her cunt.

Renard entered her slowly and found his rhythm again behind her. She swayed, struggling to hold her balance. The two men paid her their full attention and she was at their mercy. Renard reached for her breasts, grabbing and squeezing the swaying orbs in his hot hands, plumbing her ass ruthlessly, while his brother lay beneath her, avidly suckling her aching pussy, his mouth clamped greedily over it.

It was too much for her. Jisella finally let her scream explode into the air. The room spun. She pushed back, grinding herself on Renard’s ramrod and into Remy’s eager mouth at the same time. Seconds later Renard exhaled a guttural roar, violently spending his load, while yet another climax rocked her body. Beneath her, his face buried between her thighs, Remy sucked away, flicking and digging his tongue into her cunny. As he lapped up the cream that trickled down, mingling with her juice, he chuckled softly, marveling aloud at her sweetness, cooing into her labia, even while his somber half-brother remained embedded in her anus almost to the hilt of his incredible weapon. She looked down as her sight cleared. Remy’s rampant cock was right under her face, the head scarlet, ripe to bursting. What else could she do but give relief? He’d just watched his brother swive her heartily like a beast in the field and himself participated in bringing her to screaming bliss.

It wouldn’t be fair to leave any one of them unsatisfied. Opening her mouth wide, she bent down and took him once again into her mouth. Renard leaned over her, the firm slabs of his muscle pressing into her back. He stroked her hair away from her face and twisted it in one hand, pulling it over her shoulder so he had a clear view. Deeply he breathed, angrily even, and his fingers tightened in her hair, as if he might pull her back. But it wasn’t long before his own prick was stretching inside her, ready to go again, rising to the challenge, battling for her attention.

Chapter Six

Half an hour later Remy had her in his lap, her ass impaled on his staff, her thighs spread wide over his so that Renard could fondle her pussy at the same time with his long fingers. She’d asked if they often shared women like this. They’d both answered no. It was only half a fib. They had doubled up in the past, but didn’t make a habit of it. And it was never like this. Neither wanted to stop; neither wanted to give her up. They didn’t need to discuss it with words; the looks shot back and forth were sufficient for Remy to know where Renard stood and vice versa.

But this woman was insatiable and they needed the extra help to keep her content. How could either man complain when she had so much to give?

Jisella’s bountiful breasts cupped in his splayed fingers, her bottom riding his lap merrily, Remy said a mute prayer to the Gods that gave him and his brother this gift.

“You haven’t a third brother by chance?” she asked saucily between gasps.

“No,” they chorused, not wanting to give her any more choices. "Most people would say that two brothers de Robynet were enough," he mused, nibbling the sweet nape of her neck, tickling her with his stubble. She laughed and Remy felt it ruffling through her body to where he filled her. Never had this much passion for one woman taken him by storm, it was dangerous, powerfully distracting. Addicting. Glorious.

Renard looked at him over her shoulder and Remy read the sheer need burning there in his brother’s intense, dark eyes. He fell still, sweating, his cock pulse beating hard in excitement at what was to come. His brother stepped closer to the table edge, between their wide-spread thighs and Remy gently squeezed her left breast, tweaking the sensitive, highly responsive nipple between the roughened pads of his fingers. This woman was an abundance of precious treasure and it would be selfish not to share with his brother. Remy was not a man who cared for too many possessions and an excess of riches would make him itch. But as long as he could still have her like this…

“Perhaps she doesn’t have to choose, eh Renard?”

“Hmmm. It doesn’t seem fair to make the lady choose.” Law and justice were important to Renard, who, unlike his brother, read a great many books and spent long hours pondering the world’s dilemmas. Head lowered, Renard let his elder brother guide her breast into his mouth and hold it there while his lips closed on the pink bud. He was primed, Remy noted, glancing downward to where his brother guided that long, lusty shaft, angling the engorged head between the petals of her sex. Jisella purred, reaching around to stroke Remy’s close-shaven head.

“Well?” he demanded, hoarse.

She didn’t immediately reply, so his brother bit her nipple and he hitched his hips, pushing up into her bottom another inch until she squealed.

“Both,” Jisella cried, turning her head for Remy’s kiss, as his hands slid down over her belly and beckoned his brother’s tireless cock all the way into her honey pot. “I want you both,” she gasped.

The words were barely out of her mouth before her wish was fulfilled, Renard’s great length joining his brother’s inside her.

* * * *

They were her Ever Knight. She never suspected there would be two and yet here they were. Embraced between them, pleasured by both at the same time, Jisella found what she needed, where she would love and be loved forever.

Now she must locate Renard’s wounds and heal him—next year on All Hallow’s Eve. He’d have to wait until then and she’d put up with his grumpiness that long. He didn’t appear on the surface to have any injuries, but perhaps his were all inside. Those were the complicated ones.

His lips now fought Remy’s for her kiss and she did the best she could to please them both. Her darling knights. Renard made a small sound of complaint, as if he thought his brother had more of her kiss than he did. To comfort, she tenderly caressed his warm, sweat dampened hair and saw his eyes open in surprise. Had no woman ever stroked his hair before, she wondered. She slid her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss for him, turning her face away from Remy, who settled now for the side of her neck and her shoulder, his strong hands resting on her thighs.

Renard’s tongue swept her mouth and his eyes closed again, lashes twitching. Between her thighs he resettled his balance and began a slow fucking, so hard and strong, that she imagined it moved her up and down a little on his brother’s erection with every upward drive. Remy’s breath blew harder against her neck and she knew he was about to fire his arrow. She bore down on them both and plunged her tongue deeper into Renard’s mouth, her fingers entwined in the small curls at his nape, her breasts pressed to his chest.

She felt his groan on her tongue, her nipples, her heart and far inside her sheath, even before she heard it shatter in the steamy air. The two brothers shared not only her body but their climax, wrapping their arms around her as they spilled at the same moment.

Hearing a slight sigh high above, she glanced up, misty-eyed, and smiled to see her friend spying on them from the gallery. Deorwynn would certainly acquire an eye-opening education today and she’d need it, because the next Norman soldiers that came would be all hers. Every one of them.

Deorwynn must find her own Ever Knight. It was her turn next.

The End

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