Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set (32 page)

“You hesitate, milady,” Gorgeous Knight says. “This
I can understand. After all, a privy is no place for love. But I
think perhaps if you look again, you’ll see something a trifle
different.” He opens the stall door a bit wider, and motions for me
to move closer.

Against my better judgment, I do. And I see
something that takes my breath away.

Chapter
2

What the hell just happened?

One minute, I’m in a men’s room about to get laid by
a gorgeous man in a knight costume. The next, I’m in a castle. And
not a
fake
castle made out of steel and concrete where they
sell toy plastic swords and overpriced Salisbury steak. A
real
castle. With a moat. And a drawbridge. And a bunch of
very smelly people who look like henchmen. And—

Oh. My. God.

I think I’ve just been teleported back in time.

Either that, or that toilet stall back in the
Medieval Worlds’
men’s room was the back door into their
First Class dining room. You know, the one where the knights aren’t
all bad out-of-work stage actors and the waitresses aren’t wearing
ill-fitting polyester fairy-princess gowns. This place actually
looks
authentic.
A little
too
authentic.

Gorgeous Mystery Knight puts an arm around my waist.
“Welcome to Bellweather Castle, milady,” he says. “Welcome to my
home.”

I do a double-take. “Your
home
?”

“Yes, milady. My home. I’ve lived here since birth.”
Gorgeous Knight stops short, tightens his grip around my
waist.“That is, I’ve
mostly
lived here since birth. The time
I’ve spent in your own century excepted, of course. Among a few
other centuries.”

Okay, so now I do a
triple
-take. “What do you
mean,
my own century
?”

Now Gorgeous Mystery Knight wraps both arms around
my waist, and pulls me up against his lean, hard body. I can feel
just how excited his codpiece is to see me, too—that might as well
be a jousting lance in his crotch. “Milady, I’ll be happy to
explain everything once you and I have had a chance to get better
acquainted.” His hands stray from the small of my back to my
buttocks. “I think perhaps a visit to my quarters is in order,” he
whispers in my ear. “We need to find you some appropriate attire
for my century. And I think we can best start with just the
beautiful suit of clothes God gave you on the day of your
birth.”

As in—Me. Naked.

“Sounds like a plan,” I say, pushing hard against
his rock-hard crotch. “Show me the way.”

Gorgeous Mystery Knight pulls a rusty iron lever
mounted on the stone turret wall just behind us. A huge metal door
slowly creaks open, revealing a set of narrow limestone stairs.
“This way, milady. My quarters are at the top of Bellwether
Castle’s highest watchtower. As Head Knight of the garrison I get
choicest quarters. We’ll have the best view in the village during
our lovemaking. I like to take my lovers from behind while they
watch out my turret window.” With that, my fantasy knight scoops me
up in a threshold carry and hauls me up the stairs.

Well, the man certainly is sure of himself. He
obviously wants to fuck my brains out. And that’s perfectly fine
with me, thank you very much. The only question is, why? I’m not
exactly the catch of the century.

Any
century.

I don’t even know what century I’m in right now. And
I don’t care. All I care about is getting Gorgeous Mystery Knight’s
giant codpiece up my twat in a hurry. The rest can just work itself
out on its own time.

After what seems like an eternity, we finally arrive
at Gorgeous Mystery Knight’s—I still have no idea what the man’s
name is—quarters. It’s one large stone room, equipped with a
rough-hewn wooden table and a single chair, piles of scattered
armor and weaponry, and a huge four-poster bed that sits so high
off the ground there’s a set of steps leading up to it. But my sexy
sir knight doesn’t seem too intent on fucking me in the bed.
Instead he guides me over to the far wall, just in front of the
expansive room’s only window. There’s a low wooden bench there,
which he sets me down upon. Then he starts pulling my clothes
off.

He starts with my shoes, which he slips off and
tosses into a corner. “You won’t be needing those any more,
milady,” he coos. “I’ll find you some fine satin slippers worthy of
a fair maiden of Bellwether Castle just as soon as we’re finished
here.” He then sets to work unbuttoning the fly of my jeans.
“Milady, with all due respect, I’ve no idea why ladies in your
century insist upon wearing breeches. It makes things so much more
difficult in the bedchamber.”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” I say as I help
him with my fly button and zipper. Once they’re finally loose, my
knight has those jeans off in two seconds flat, along with my
undies. He tosses everything into the corner along with my shoes.
“I’ll have you know, milady, that I desire all my fair maidens to
keep things uncovered underneath their skirts. One never knows when
the urge for courtly love will strike.”

Another couple flicks of my knight’s supple wrists,
and I find myself naked and thrown headfirst over the wooden bench,
my ass sticking straight up in the air. Gorgeous Knight, fully
clothed, spreads my butt cheeks wide, whips his giant cock out of
his breeches, and takes me from behind.

I’ve never done it doggy-style in a castle with a
time-traveling knight before. Let alone a time-traveling knight
with a cock big enough to joust with.

Carrie Bradshaw eat your heart out. They don’t have
any time-traveling knights with cocks the size of Nebraska in
Manhattan. At least not the last time I checked.

My knight’s cock is a good ten inches if it’s a day,
and it fills me up so full and so deep I can practically feel its
tip banging up against the roof of my mouth with every
jaw-shattering thrust he makes into my cunt. My cervix throbs and
vibrates each time the tip of my knight’s cock crashes into it,
while my clit swells and tingles under his expert touch—he rubs and
rolls it between his rough, calloused fingertips, keeping in
perfect rhythm with his thrusting hips. My clit melts into its
first orgasm only a few thrusts into the fuck.

They might not know many things back in the Dark
Ages, but one thing’s for sure—they
do
know how to fuck.

We continue to fuck doggy-style over the bench for
several minutes. By my second orgasm, I have the urge to turn the
tables on my knight in shining armor and ride that enormous dick of
his myself. I buck up against him hard mid-thrust, tipping him off
balance. Once he’s lost his footing I pull myself off his cock—my
cunt makes a disappointed
queeb
sound as we separate—but in
a split second I’ve got him sitting upright on the bench, and I
lower myself back down onto his huge cock, carefully measuring how
far and how fast I take him inside me. I move slowly up and down at
first, riding my gorgeous knight at a slow and steady canter. I
keep my face close to his at first, peppering it with tiny kisses
as I relish the sheepish grin that has taken over his stubbled
cheeks while I ride him like we 21
^st
-century ladies like
to do. Once I have my knight lulled into submission by my gentle,
steady pace, I brace my feet against the bottom of the bench and
take it from a steady canter to a rollicking gallop.

Gorgeous Mystery Knight’s deep green eyes pop wide
open, then roll far back into his head while I ride him like a bull
in heat. He’s too lost in his own ecstasy now to focus any
attention on my clit, but that’s fine by me. I’m taking him so deep
and hard now that his cock is pushing itself right into my G-spot
on the way in, and making lots of delectable friction on my clit
and hood on the way out. I come two more times when I spin myself
around and around on his cock like a top, and take the last few
strokes down from the rear. His climax follows soon after, and his
seed pumps into me so hard I can almost taste it in my mouth. The
salty, musky scent of cum, sweat, and wood smoke from the fireplace
all mingle and fill the room. I sink my face into the crook of my
knight’s shoulder, and breathe in his manly, woodsy smell while the
last spasms of pleasure evaporate from my body.

I’ve never felt so satisfied in my entire life.

I’ve also never been so confused. Once the afterglow
has settled, I look up and meet my knight’s eyes. “Where am I,
really? And why did you bring me here?” I swallow hard before I ask
the question that’s been on my mind ever since I first walked in
the men’s room back in my own century. “And why do you find me so
attractive that you’re willing to cart me off to another century
just to fuck me? I’m not the prettiest flower in the bunch—never
have been.”

Gorgeous Mystery Knight gives me a slight grin and
wipes the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. But he says
nothing.

“How do I know if you’re even real?” I sputter. “How
do I know this whole thing isn’t just some weird hallucination
brought on by food poisoning or something?”

“Everything you see and feel is real, milady,” my
knight says, caressing my bare back with his rough, calloused
hands. “Of that I promise you. If you desire proof, you only need
consider the three very real climaxes you just had in your
lady-softness.”

My eyes fly wide. “How did you know I came three
times?”

He grins wider. “Your lady-softness told me herself
when she was wrapped round my codpiece.”

I love the way this man talks. Absolutely
love
it. He even makes genitalia sound pretty.

“I don’t even know your name,” I stammer. “And you
don’t know mine, either.” I feel my face go red. I’ve never fucked
a man without knowing his name before. Suddenly I feel a little
dirty. In a good way.

“I am the Lord Verdigris, Green Knight of
Bellweather Castle, Master of the Hourglass, and Champion of the
Twelve Directions,” he says, his voice taking on an almost royal
quality. “But you can just call me Lord Verdigris, milady.”

“My name’s Louise,” I say. “Louise Jackson.”

Lord Verdigris gently lifts me off his cock, tucks
it into his breeches, and stands so he can give me a knightly bow.
He picks up a large black satin comforter from the bed and tenderly
wraps it around my naked body, which has already begin to shiver
from the cold draughts coming in from the turret’s only window. “A
great honor to make your acquaintance, milady Louise Jackson. May I
ask which province from which you hail? And what noble titles you
might possess? I always wish to know my ladies’ origins.”

“I’m umm, from New Jersey. I don’t have any other
fancy titles.” I say. “But I umm, I do work for the New Jersey
Department of Transportation. I’m a toll collection supervisor on
the New Jersey Turnpike.” I’m already intimidated. In addition to
being the best fuck on planet Earth, Lord Verdigris is obviously a
very powerful and important guy in his century. Whatever century
that is, anyway.

I wonder what he sees in me.

Lord Verdigris bows deeply again. “Louise Jackson of
New Jersey, I welcome you to Bellweather Castle. It is my sincere
hope that ye and I shall spend many days and nights abed in the
glorious act of love during your stay. And given the splendiferous
wonderments which ye just showed me here on yonder bench, I believe
ye shall be by far the most popular courtesan in my Hall of
Harlots.”

Courtesan? Hall of
Harlots?

I gasp.
“What?”

Lord Verdigris places a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t be alarmed, milady. You shall be well cared for, and reside
in luxury for all time. You see, milady Louise, we knights in the
twelfth century are most enamored with the lustful appetites of
ladies from other exotic epochs. When I became Master of the
Hourglass, the first thing I wanted to learn on my travels through
the ages was where to find the most lusty and satisfying ladies of
the night. I tasted the pleasures of harlots and courtesans from
every age in the Known World’s history, from ancient Greece and
Rome to the Renaissance to the far-flung future. But it is
your
century that has proved the most fruitful. I therefore
have made it my business to find useful employment in your time as
a champion jouster so that I may capture as many lustful, willing
and knowledgeable fair maidens from your time to return with me to
Bellweather Castle and serve as Pleasure Courtesans in my Hall of
Harlots. And ye are by far the most alluring temptress to join the
Hall of Harlots in quite some time. I believe ye and I and the
other knights of the garrison shall enjoy your charms for many
years to come.”

I feel all the blood drain from my face. The room is
starting to spin. Here I was, thinking I’ve found the knightly man
of my dreams, the best fuck of the past thousand years—and in
reality, I’ve been kidnapped! Tricked! Held prisoner!

I’ve been lured across centuries to serve as a
medieval hooker!

And unless Lord Verdigris changes his mind about
keeping me here as his own personal medieval booty-call for all
eternity, it looks like I’ll be trapped in the Dark Ages for the
rest of my life.

Then again, I suppose things could be worse. At
least I won’t have to worry about where my next fuck is coming from
any more.

But before I can take much solace in that, I faint
dead away.

Chapter
3

I wake up in a strange place. I’m dressed in a thin
white linen chemise, and tucked in a billowy, soft featherbed with
cream-colored satin sheets and a red velvet coverlet. The heady
scent of cloves fills my nostrils.

I gaze up and see a plump, redheaded woman standing
over me. She holds a copper censer full of incense, which she’s
holding in front of my nose. “There’s a good lass,” she says in a
Scottish accent so thick I have trouble understanding her at first.
“I’uz beginnin’ to be worried ye’uld nivver wake. Lucky I had me
smellin’ vapors in me pouch.”