Great Love Scenes Of All Time: Lancelot and Guinevere With Arthur - Erotic Threesome
Romance, Erotica, Historical, M&
| Author: | Joan Russell | ISBN: | 1230000016018 |
| Publisher: | Joan Russell | Publication: | September 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Joan Russell |
| ISBN: | 1230000016018 |
| Publisher: | Joan Russell |
| Publication: | September 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Great Love Scenes Of AllTime: Lancelot and Guinevere with Arthur by Joan Russell – multiple partner erotica – 4080 words – Guinevere felt the tug of a deep passion for Lancelot that she had never felt for Arthur. One stormy day they took shelter from the torrent in an old barn. Without intending to they were drawn together by their unspoken passion. They were discovered and completely unprepared for what happened next. Contains: bondage, oral sex, anal sex, ménage a trios, multiple orgasms, homoeroticism.
SAMPLE
“I had forgotten this barn,” she said. “Or maybe I never noticed it at all.”
“It’s the kind of thing knights pay attention to,” he laughed warmly. “Possible shelter, possible ambush, our way of life makes us constantly mark down possibilities.”
“Is that all you think about, being a knight?” she asked, automatically looking up at him from under her long, thick eye lashes.
“Not really,” he replied. She became aware of his throat working up and down as if suddenly his saliva had grown thick. She too had trouble swallowing. She could hear the sound of her throat thudding in her ears and wondered if he could hear her swallowing as well.
“My Lady,” he began.
“Yes,” she said, her voice so low it could have been only a breath. It seemed to her as if he had stammered a question and she had answered it.
“I…”
“Yes,” she breathed again adding urgency to the word.
She moved toward him as if he were a magnet. He gathered her in his arms and his lips were suddenly covering hers and there would be no returning. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Her breath came in short stabs and she moaned as he pulled her against the harshness of the chain mail that he wore almost like a second skin.
“I…” he managed.
“I want you,” she replied. “I want you now.”
With trembling fingers she unfastened the ribbons that held her bodice in place.
He stripped the mail over his head and dropped it onto the straw. His clothes were made of linen and leather and smelled of sweat. Hers were linen and smelled of lavender. They stripped each other quickly until they stood naked and shivering in the wind that blew through the old barn from the west. He spread his cloak on the straw and lowered her gently, then he covered her with her own cloak and lay down beside her.
She closed her eyes as he lazily kissed her taking his time, awakening her to lust. His lips vibrated against hers. Never had she believed a kiss could feel like this. It was as if they were alive together. She moved her lips as if to devour his, and he responded in kind. Her hips began to rock rhythmically in response to the rise of passion. She felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. She yearned for him to enter her, to take her quickly and roughly, to pound into her and spend himself without control. But he moved slowly letting her desire build-he was a man of patience and would not be rushed.
Great Love Scenes Of AllTime: Lancelot and Guinevere with Arthur by Joan Russell – multiple partner erotica – 4080 words – Guinevere felt the tug of a deep passion for Lancelot that she had never felt for Arthur. One stormy day they took shelter from the torrent in an old barn. Without intending to they were drawn together by their unspoken passion. They were discovered and completely unprepared for what happened next. Contains: bondage, oral sex, anal sex, ménage a trios, multiple orgasms, homoeroticism.
SAMPLE
“I had forgotten this barn,” she said. “Or maybe I never noticed it at all.”
“It’s the kind of thing knights pay attention to,” he laughed warmly. “Possible shelter, possible ambush, our way of life makes us constantly mark down possibilities.”
“Is that all you think about, being a knight?” she asked, automatically looking up at him from under her long, thick eye lashes.
“Not really,” he replied. She became aware of his throat working up and down as if suddenly his saliva had grown thick. She too had trouble swallowing. She could hear the sound of her throat thudding in her ears and wondered if he could hear her swallowing as well.
“My Lady,” he began.
“Yes,” she said, her voice so low it could have been only a breath. It seemed to her as if he had stammered a question and she had answered it.
“I…”
“Yes,” she breathed again adding urgency to the word.
She moved toward him as if he were a magnet. He gathered her in his arms and his lips were suddenly covering hers and there would be no returning. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Her breath came in short stabs and she moaned as he pulled her against the harshness of the chain mail that he wore almost like a second skin.
“I…” he managed.
“I want you,” she replied. “I want you now.”
With trembling fingers she unfastened the ribbons that held her bodice in place.
He stripped the mail over his head and dropped it onto the straw. His clothes were made of linen and leather and smelled of sweat. Hers were linen and smelled of lavender. They stripped each other quickly until they stood naked and shivering in the wind that blew through the old barn from the west. He spread his cloak on the straw and lowered her gently, then he covered her with her own cloak and lay down beside her.
She closed her eyes as he lazily kissed her taking his time, awakening her to lust. His lips vibrated against hers. Never had she believed a kiss could feel like this. It was as if they were alive together. She moved her lips as if to devour his, and he responded in kind. Her hips began to rock rhythmically in response to the rise of passion. She felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. She yearned for him to enter her, to take her quickly and roughly, to pound into her and spend himself without control. But he moved slowly letting her desire build-he was a man of patience and would not be rushed.
