Authors: Astrid Lee Donovan
Catherine’s eyes flew wide as she sat frozen on her horse; watching a ghastly scene unfold before her, shattering the peace of a dew glistened meadow lined with heather, freshest dandelions and fragrant lavender. Ignoring the beauty and serenity of their lush, beautiful nature borne surroundings, the two men in her life drew their long, gold hilted swords from their metal bound scabbards and poised them high in the air; their cold eyes issuing a mirrored challenge as their long, firm legs braced simultaneous in a strong, hard stance.
For a timeless moment she watched with mouth agape as Gerald and Gaston circled one another like hungry tigers; their steeled gazes holding hard and fast as their muscled bodies clenched in a mutual show of fury driven machismo.
Her breath released seconds later in the form of a gasp, as metal met metal in a furious crash, the warriors’ agile arms shifting and angling as they parried and advanced.
“Halt!” she exclaimed, finding her voice as she hoisted a restraining hand in the direction of each opponent. “Stop this nonsense, and now. I shall not see a single drop of blood shed for my benefit—and I shall not see either of ye hurt.” She paused here, adding as she shook her head slowly from side to side, “Am I not able to have a say in this foolish battle, waged on my behalf? Or am I supposed to stand silently back and watch other people determine my future? Ye both know me better! And if either of ye wishes to remain a part of my life in any role, for any length of time, I command that ye stop this madness. Now!”
Gerald shot her an apologetic look, but ultimately shook his golden head in rejection of her plea.
“I know full well that he has wanted ye, for so very long,” he told her, adding as he again locked gazes with a still, stalwart Gaston, “And in the interest of proving to him—and to you, my love—my place as the man in your life—the only man—then I fear that this is the sole solution.”
Gaston had heard enough.
“Then halt yer yakkin’ and fight like a man!” he commanded, adding under his breath, “Blast ye bloody noblemen!”
Now Gerald had heard enough.
“En garde!” he screeched, lurching with sword drawn in the direction of his rival.
Catherine watched in abject horror as the two rivals descended into a primitive state of enraged combat; their swords clashing like cymbals in the air above them as they literally growled their anger.
She once again opened her mouth to order them to stop; yet instead of issuing another frantic command, she instead let loose with a deep, throaty yawn that stopped both men dead in their tracks.
Turning as one to face their lady with wide, disbelieving eyes, the two men in her life froze in their places as they said at once, “Aye?”
Letting loose with a second yawn, this one deeper and more pronounced, Catherine ran some absent fingers through her smooth russet ringlets; fixing her two stunned lovers with a bored, sleepy eyed stare.
“What do ye two manly, oh so fiercesome gents plan to do next?” she asked, arching her eyebrows in a show of keen disinterest. “Pull out your manhoods and compare their length? Perhaps ye could do battle with them! That may indeed be more interesting to watch than this dry show of desperate masculinity.”
Gerald rolled his eyes.
“Ye and yet filthy mind, milady,” he chided her, sharing a knowing look with a watching Gaston, which indicated that they at least agreed on something. “So tell us then, milady. If ye do not wish us to do battle with swords, then just how would ye like us to vie for your affections?”
“Name your tournament, milady,” Gaston chimed in, adding as his dark feathered eyebrows rose in a show of keen curiosity, “Would ye like to see us race our horses in your honor? Joust? Run a foot race? I well take it that ye would prefer we settle this in a nonviolent manner.”
Gerald nodded.
“Aye,” he agreed, adding as he lowered his sword and shuffled his feet beneath him, “And, frankly, I well share your sentiment. I always have liked Gaston, and have no wish to harm him.” He paused here, adding through gritted teeth, “And I harbor an even greater wish to not be harmed by him.”
Gaston nodded.
“I agree, milord. I’ve always liked ye, as well,” he revealed, adding with a broad gesture in the direction of their lady, “but I love her. I always have. And while I have no wish to overstep my station and intrude on your engagement, I feel that I must at this point confess my feelings to both of ye—before she becomes your bride.”
Gerald nodded.
“I’ve well suspected this fact for a long time, Gaston. I indeed could tell it, every time ye looked at her,” he told Gaston, adding as he shifted his gaze in the direction of a silent Catherine. “What I do not know, however, is how milady feels about you—or even me, for that matter. So in lieu of staging boyish tournaments in a desperate bid to curry her favor, I suggest that we ask her opinion on this matter.” He paused here, finishing with yet another annoying grin, “Because if I know anything about my intended, she does indeed love to offer her opinion.”
Catherine thought a moment, and then nodded.
“All right then,” she assented, sliding with a smooth flourish from the back of her horse as she came to stand tall and proud before them. “If ye truly wish to know the truth, then I shall tell it. I love ye both. I have loved Gaston since the time we were children, and oft lamented that I could not be his bride. I have loved Gerald since the first eve we met, five summers ago at the queen’s birthday feast.” She paused here, throwing her hands up in the air as she insisted, “I tell ye, a woman should not be forced to choose between two such perfect, divine men. I have enjoyed such splendid experiences with both of ye, and cannot rank one of ye above the other. Ye both shine in your intellect, your grace, your strength, your gentility and nobility. I daresay any maiden would be proud to claim either of ye as a husband.”
Gerald nodded.
“So how, then, do ye plan to choose between us?” he pressed his intended.
His mouth fell agape moments later, as a newly beaming Catherine raised her hands to unlace and loosen her sky blue kirtle.
“Aye,” she breathed. “I do believe I have thought of a way.”
Soon Catherine stood naked in the eyes of her two lovers; her kirtle, under-kirtle and sheer chemise discarded on the ground beside her.
She smiled as an awestruck Gerald, seeing her nude, curvaceous body for the first time, stared at her in blatant admiration. Then he parted his full, luscious lips and uttered words that she’d heard often throughout the course of her lifetime.
“Have ye gone completely daft?”
She never grew tired of hearing these words, as they usually indicated that she had just done something wicked fun—or, in this case, that she was about to do something even more wicked fun.
“Well my darling, ye asked me to find a way to choose between ye,” she told her intended, adding with the shrug of her markedly bare shoulders, “As I see it, this be the only way.”
Letting loose with a whoop of agreement, a smiling Gaston stripped away his tunic and hauberk with slow, deliberate moves; revealing again the hard, toned body that Catherine so adored.
His sense of competition immediately returning, Gerald also peeled off his bright silk tunic and his tight black pantaloons; finally displaying the massive golden body that often invaded her dreams.
Her heated nocturnal visions came beautifully to life moments later, as her lover came forward to sweep her off her feet; cradling her voluptuous body closer than close as he knelt in the grass below them.
Laying her trembling body in the softness of the clover filled grasses below them, Gerald covered her body with his as their arms and legs entangled.
Seizing her lips in a passionate kiss, her intended massaged her lips with his as their tongues entangled between them, the tendrils of his heather soft golden hair falling soft across and whipping against the sensitive skin of her breasts.
Leaning full into his kiss, she wrapped her arms around his muscled shoulders as her breasts crushed his hard muscled chest; her wandering hands feeling and stroking the hardness of his planed abdominals--before stealing downward to caress the length of his long, hard shaft.
This move elicited a sensual growl from the throat of her beloved, whose long, wet tongue lapped the roof of her mouth as his hands coursed and massaged her back.
“This day, my love, I plan to prove that it is I who belongs in your arms,” he hissed against her lips. “No man can please you better than I can.”
With this he swept her up in two strong arms, his magical fingertips tickling her sides as their hips and thighs locked between them.
“No one can love you better than I,” he repeated on a whisper, gyrating his hips salacious against hers as he buried his head in her chest.
“Aye. We shall see about that, milord.”
Taking Gerald’s words as something of a dare, Gaston dropped to his knees in the grass and planted a daring kiss on Catherine’s lips; then settling at her back to massage her back and shoulders as he planted sweet baby kisses on her neck—also stroking her hair in long, tender strokes as he whispered in her ear.
“As always, milady, I am at your disposal,” he whispered, pressing his hard golden body flush against her back as he added, “Just remember the pleasure that I brought you last eve.”
Shooting him a gem-eyed gaze that dripped with defiance, Lord Gerald secured two strong hands around Catherine’s waist and pulled her closer to him.
“Do not simply recall your pleasure, milady,” he whispered in her other ear. “Seize it, here and now in my arms.”
Accenting his words with delicious action, Gerald cupped his hand between her legs and stroked open her feminine folds; stroking her bulging nub as she sighed with delight. Then his free hand clasped her shoulders in a warm, protective clench as—finally and fully—he plunged his long, hard shaft to the depths of her soaking wet femininity.
Throwing herself deep into the arms of her ardent lover, Catherine writhed wild as their hardened nipples scraped together and her legs wrapped around his waist, deepening his intense penetration as their hips found a perfect rhythm.
Even in the fevered frenzy of their first carnal encounter, the couple continued to kiss and cuddle with the greatest tenderness; their tongues entwining as their bodies clenched in a sweet erotic cocoon.
Catherine gasped against Gerald’s lips seconds later, as the hand of another man squeezed her full ass—his equally lush, ardent mouth layering her back with a smattering of sweetest baby kisses. An invigorating rain that made her tremble in Gerald’s arms as, with a long, last stroke, his shaft sank forth to her very core. With a deep binding kiss he sent them hurtling across the bounds of an intense mutual orgasm.
Their bodies rolled wild in the grasses beneath them as their arms and legs entangled; their lips merging in a passionate kiss as their beings pulsated in the heat of an incredible climax.
Catherine’s body still trembled in the heat of pleasure as she rolled over onto her back; her vision of a clear crystalline sky blocked by an even more pleasing vision--that of her dark haired lover.
Hovering over her with a devilish smile, a resolute Gaston swept her up in two strong arms and bowed his head reverent to the crest of her neck; kissing and licking her nape as he settled his gorgeous naked body between her parted legs and ran agile but soothing hands across her breasts and down her rounded stomach.
“Just relax, milady. Think not of my pleasure, only of your own,” he whispered with a smile, his tender touch stroking and caressing her nipples, her belly button, her hips, her thighs, before descending lower still to tickle the strands of her feminine nest. “Allow your knight to demonstrate the most improperly proper way that a lady should be loved.”
With these words he lowered his hand to stroke her inflamed clit and toy nice and tender with her delicate opening—still soaking wet with arousal in the wake of her last encounter.
Then, seizing her lips with a passionate kiss, he slipped his strong, agile finger deep in the confines of her feminine garden; his delicious touch probing and penetrating her pulsating walls.
His magical fingertip echoed the back and forth motion of his tongue as he kissed and fingered her senseless, his intimate touch searching her insides for the ultimate source of her pleasure.
And just then, he found it.
Jumping upward from the ground beneath her, Catherine shuddered in Gaston’s comforting embrace as her entire body exploded in the heat of a very special form of release; one that actually caused a thin stream of thick fluid to erupt from the depths of her feminine garden, as her entire body pounded and pulsated with the intensity of an incredible climax.
Soon she felt two pairs of adoring arms clutch and embrace her naked body; cradling her between them as they whispered in unison, “Tell us, Catherine. Which one of us do you choose?”
“Both of you,” Catherine gasped out, wrapping her arms around their shoulders as she added with a lusty gasp, “I swear I will claim two golden rings!”
THE END
HER LORD AND HER KNIGHT
MFM MENAGE ROMANCE