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  Did he know? There was something in his eyes when she glanced at him briefly through her cascading hair that told her that she could have little in the way of secrets from such a man. It was difficult to put coherent thoughts together when her bare form was still being so thoroughly punished by the barbarian.

  The liquid trickling between her lower lips was a concern. She had felt herself become damp before when gazing at particularly stimulating men, but she had never been this wet. It was as though some wicked imp had turned a pump on between her thighs and made desire flow from the very core of her.

  As she had feared, the barbarian did not take long to notice her shameful condition. His hand slid from her hot bottom between her thighs. With little in the way of ceremony he pushed them apart and put her feminine mound on display, his fingers cupping her pussy.

  “Look at her,” Ragnar said, his fingers holding her lower lips spread wide. “She is dewy as a lily on a spring morning.”

  Elizabeth’s mouth parted in a gasp as he used the index finger of his other hand to stroke the insides of her lips, not quite penetrating her womanhood, but caressing it softly. He looked up at Milo with a wicked, carnal smile.

  “What would you give to sink inside this pink heaven?”

  * * *

  In that moment, Milo would have given almost anything. His cock was like diamond and had been from the moment her reddened bottom had begun to bounce over Ragnar’s thighs. She was utterly exquisite, from her soft pale lips surrounded by soft reddish curls, to the inner aperture of her pussy. Ragnar had her inner lips spread so Milo could see the little thin barrier of hymen just past the entrance of her body.

  Animal instinct was taking over, and soon all three of them would be beyond the sway of sense and reason.

  “Give her to me,” Milo said. “And I will give you these lands. All of them.”

  Ragnar chuckled softly and shook his head. “Lands must be defended. Subjects must be ruled. This one…” He palmed her bottom with his other hand and slapped her cheek lightly. “This is the only thing I am interested in conquering.”

  Milo held back a growl. Every masculine impulse he had was telling him to draw his sword, run the barbarian through, and take Elizabeth for his own. He knew Ragnar had the same instincts. It was a credit to them both that they resisted those baser desires.

  “There can be only one solution to this,” he said, using the last of his mental powers. “We must…”

  “…share her,” Ragnar finished his sentence.

  “Share her,” Milo agreed.

  Elizabeth began to squirm again at hearing their decision, but Ragnar did not allow her even a moment of anything other than complete submission.

  “She is more trouble than one man,” the barbarian said as he pinned her harder against his thighs and swatted her bottom harshly. “Stay!” He barked the order down at her.

  She settled into sullen stillness, but for her hips, which could not seem to help their tantalizing dance.

  “If we are to share her… who is to take her first?”

  Ragnar let her lower lips close and rubbed his broad hand over her reddish mound. “I have little use for a virgin,” he smirked. “I do not think she will like being broken in by me. Your cock is more suited to novices, I am sure.”

  It was a jibe that Milo was content to let pass without answer. He was not concerned about his endowment, only that the princess should feel his cock inside her first, that he should be the one to teach her what it was to be a woman in the arms of a man.

  “Put her on the bed,” he said. “We will seal this now with blood and seed.”

  Ragnar slid Elizabeth off his lap, adjusting her on the bed as if she were little more than a plaything. He was so much larger and stronger than her that resistance was utterly impossible. Where his large hands put her, she was forced to stay, lying upon her back between two strong men. To ensure there was not any further resistance from the young lady, Ragnar took a handful of hair under the back of her head and held her there as Milo put his hands to his waist and began to undo his belt.

  This was a moment of trust between him and Ragnar. He would be caught with his pants down. If Ragnar was setting a trap for him, he was about to fall into it. Elizabeth’s red bottom drew his gaze and his mind; the curve of her hot cheeks and the wet gleaming red furred slit between them chased much of Milo’s customary caution out of his mind.

  He did not remove any more of his armor than was necessary to free his cock, which sprung out thick and hard between the base of his mail shirt and the upper part of his leggings, which he had parted for the purpose.

  “Let her go,” he instructed. “She will beg for this before she receives it.”

  Ragnar snorted and stood up, moving to stand several paces away on the other side of the bed, his arms folded across his chest in a show of relative safety. If he were to try to attack, Milo would have ample time to respond.

  Milo had no time to be concerned with Ragnar. His attention was locked on Elizabeth as she lay there looking up at him with an uncertain but lustful expression. At eighteen years of age, Elizabeth was more than primed for a man. Her virtue was famous. Though some suitors had tried to take her earlier, her father had been vicious in protecting her virginity. There were very unpleasant tales about what had happened to men who had pursued her in the past.

  The King of Ammerdale was not there that night, however, and Elizabeth’s virginal womanhood was glistening with need. Milo could scent her arousal as he leaned down and knelt upon the bed, moving to lay beside her. This was not how he had imagined his first time with the princess, but he was as much a slave to the whims of fate as she was.

  He pressed his lips to hers and felt her uncertainty there in the kiss. She was trembling, perhaps out of excitement, perhaps out of fear. He slid his arm around her, his large hand circling around the small of her back as he began to kiss her with a slow passion. She was hesitant at first as his tongue slid into her mouth and began to massage hers, but after a few moments she started to respond. Her mouth opened wider and her body began to melt against his, her soft breasts meeting the hard plane of his chain mail-clad body.

  Milo cupped her ass, his cock stiffening all the more as she moaned into his mouth along with a little squeak of discomfort. He was sure her bottom was sore, Ragnar had been quite stern with her—and she had earned and needed every bit of it. Milo let his hand run over her cheeks as he continued to kiss her, feeling her relax more, start to moan as her hips began to move in a feminine gyration that was common to every aroused female from the lowliest bar wench to the most well-bred princess.

  He lifted his mouth from hers, slid down between her thighs, and pressed his lips against her core.

  “Oh!” Her feminine cry of surprise brought a dark chuckle from Ragnar.

  Milo flashed a grin at both Elizabeth and Ragnar as his mouth settled on the petals of her pussy, his tongue teasing the folds to swollen life. She was wet, but he wanted to initiate her the right way. He wanted her to feel the pleasure of a man’s mouth on her quim before he split her with his rod.

  She tasted most delicious, he discovered as the tip of his tongue not only traced the folds of her sex, but dipped deeper as well into the welling chalice between her inner lips. Elizabeth began to moan and buck her hips so forcefully that he clamped them between his hands and held her there upon his lips and tongue, working his gentle mouth magic upon her until she cried out with ecstasy and he felt a fresh flow of arousal running from deep within her.

  He glanced over the pale writhing form of her body and saw lust written on Ragnar’s face. The barbarian’s eyes were locked on her face, which was flushed with pure arousal. She was looking back at the barbarian, her head tipped back, her chest pressed upward, tight nipples erect in the cool air.

  Milo could resist no longer. It was a swift seduction by all parties as he slid up her body and pressed his cock to the entrance of her lips, leaving the thick head of it just outside the tight tunnel
. Elizabeth let out another gasp and now her eyes were on him, bright sparkling green gaze locking with his as he held himself still with all the discipline he had in his body.

  “Tell me what you want, princess,” he teased. “Would you have this cock inside you?”

  His hands were no longer holding her hips in place so she was free to wriggle and writhe. She did both, her wet lower lips spreading her desire over the head of his manhood, coating his glans with hot desire. He could have plunged deep into her at any moment, ripped through her hymen and satisfied himself at her expense, but he wanted to see the desperation in her eyes reach an even higher peak. He wanted to hear her sweet voice beg him.

  “…please.” The word came so softly in between gasps that it was barely audible.

  “Please what, princess?” He took hold of his rod in one hand and ran the hot head of it around the gleaming bud of her clit, rubbing around and around the tight little nub until Elizabeth could stand it no longer.

  “Please put… it inside me…” She blushed so furiously, the hue of her face almost matched that of her hair.

  The request was a very virginal one. She could not bring herself to so much as mouth the word cock, or even a more delicate term for his manhood, but there was no doubt that she wanted Milo’s rod with every part of her being. He slid it slowly down her slit, finding the dewy entrance once more. An expression of anticipation and perhaps even a little fear passed over her beautiful face. She was on the precipice of a transformation from maiden to woman and she did not know what it would bring. Elizabeth was beautiful, but she was so vulnerably desirable in that moment that Milo could not have held back even had he wanted to. His cock yearned to be buried inside her hot, tight chalice, to take the first strokes inside her virginal quim.

  He eased forward, the flared head of his cock parting her soft, wet lips, slowly sinking into the uncharted territory of her oh so hot, clenching pussy. She let out a soft breath as his cock finally slid inside her, her body welcoming him with a wet embrace. The thin barrier of her hymen put up little resistance as he pushed forward in one firm stroke.

  Milo saw her wince as the barrier gave way. It must have caused her some small measure of discomfort, but probably no more than the thrashing Ragnar had given her bottom. She certainly did not seem to want him to stop. Her hands reached for him, grasped his arms, and again he regretted the circumstances of their coupling for she could only take hold of chain mail and not feel any part of him besides the thick, hard flesh spearing deep inside her.

  “To hell with it,” he growled, reaching down to his mail shirt. He pulled it up and over his head, baring his upper body in one decisive motion that left his torso bare to both Elizabeth and Ragnar. The barbarian could have him now with a single swing of his hefty axe, but Milo didn’t care. He wanted to feel her sweet body against his, her fingers on his skin, her soft breasts pressed against his chest as he laid himself over her and joined fully with her in slow strokes, his hips rolling with each and every thrust so every part of her tight, no longer virginal channel was pleasured.

  Though she had been a virgin, there was no doubt that the princess had the orgasmic instincts of a highly sexed woman. As Milo made love to her, she clung to him for dear life, as if she were drowning in a sea of sensation. He felt every quiver and tremor in her body as though it were his body. They were joined so deeply he was almost certain they were one being; she moved with him as if she had made love to him many times before. Her innocence was still in her eyes, but there was nothing innocent about the way her hips gyrated and made her cunt dance around his cock, grinding in a slow, intense motion that made the cum roil in his balls.

  He held back from the point of climax, wanting her to reach orgasm again. He was mindful of the barbarian still looking on. The man’s lust would have to be sated and Milo doubted Ragnar would spare Elizabeth another round. He would want to claim her cunt, and he would likely do it in a rough and untamed fashion.

  With that in mind, Milo took hold of her firmly and rolled over so that she was atop him. Elizabeth let out a little squeal of surprise, her lips parting in a smile as she found herself looking down at him through a curtain of red hair. There was a brief moment of privacy in that moment, just the two of them locking eyes behind the red shades.

  And then she tossed her head and ground herself against him, forcing her pussy down as deep on his cock as it would go and Milo groaned with the effort it took not to fill her then and there. She was a natural sybarite, a sexual siren who called to every part of him. Looking up at her, the curves of hip and breast accentuated by the position, he was in total thrall to her beauty.

  She began to slide up and down his shaft, following the instincts and desires of her body. Milo knew it was a matter of strokes before he lost the battle with his orgasm, so he reached around her with both hands and spread her bottom cheeks. Her lubrication was flowing between her thighs and it was a simple matter to scoop a little of the warm viscous liquid with his middle and index finger and rub it against the bud of her anus.

  She jerked against him, her green eyes flying wide open as he curled his fingers against the sensitive spot, locking her between his cock and his fingers. She could not grind any deeper against him, and moving back would mean pushing her bottom onto his digits.

  Milo chuckled softly as Elizabeth whimpered adorably. He could feel her inner walls clutching him harder still and knew that he was having the desired effect. A hot blush was cascading over her body, a pink that rushed across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and over her breasts. Her breath came faster, a soft panting that brought with it a feminine moan that rose to a peak as she impaled herself hard against his cock and orgasmed profusely, her juices soaking his shaft as her nubile young body writhed atop him.

  He could no longer hold back. His cum shot forth like a geyser, drawing a shout from him as it splashed deep inside Elizabeth, filling her tight cunt all the way to the brim until his seed came dripping out around his cock and he felt the warmth of his juices and hers combined upon his abdomen.

  * * *

  Elizabeth slid from Milo, panting, but she was not yet done. One hungry, lustful word came from her mouth, her beautiful green eyes sparkling with an otherworldly elegance as she intoned her desire.

  “More.” Her tongue extended a little way and she licked her lips, her eyes locked on the second man. Milo watched with fascination as she extended a finger and crooked it toward the barbarian. Though she had been a virgin not minutes ago, her transformation into a sexual creature had been instantaneous. She was hungry for sensation, for pleasure, for men.

  The barbarian was looming nearer. He seemed more dangerous than King Milo, and she was rather glad that Milo was still there. He was a moderating influence, a promise of some kind of safety as Ragnar began to discard his clothing. Unlike Milo, he did not go by half measures. He took the leather and furs and threw them from his body, revealing a broad, bulky form trammeled with muscle and scars from battles past. His skin was darker than Milo’s, both from having a natural olive hue from the southern climes and also from exposure to the sun that had beaten down on him.

  When he removed his belt and his loin covering, Elizabeth saw the thick rampant length of his cock hard against his belly. There was thick dark hair curling about the base of it, two heavy balls swinging between his legs.

  Her eyes grew wide as the phallic beast drew closer, capturing her attention. She found herself leaning back against Milo for some kind of reassurance, though it was not so much fear that made the butterflies in her belly take flight, but anticipation.

  She spread her legs and gazed up at him with lustful eyes. Ragnar required no more invitation. He entered her with no fanfare, taking his rightful place deep inside her.

  Elizabeth lay back upon the bed in elegant feminine surrender to carnal pleasure as the barbarian began to fuck her, his hands on her thighs pulling her on and off his cock. Milo rolled to the side and caressed her as she was taken by the second kin
g, her cunt lips wrapped tight around his thick shaft as Ragnar worked her back and forth again and again. He sat back on his knees, his thighs creating an inclined plane that her spanked bottom slid across as he took total control of her body.

  It felt to Elizabeth as if she were in another world, as if the two men had transported her, transposed her, transmogrified her. Rocked back and forth against Ragnar’s thick manhood, she moaned and writhed, her head falling back against the bed, her mouth kissed most thoroughly by Milo as her loins clenched and grasped at the thick root between them.

  A second dose of seed was due to her, of that her body was absolutely certain. Ragnar leaned forward, spread her legs about his powerful hips and began to plunge harder inside her. She could feel his thick cock ravaging her tender walls, the last remnants of even the notion of virginity falling away under the pounding fury of his desire.

  Such an erotic onslaught would have frightened her if she had not known Milo first, but in her heightened state of arousal born of having been filled with King Lionheart’s seed, she welcomed Ragnar’s rough animal desire, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her pale thighs wrapping around his waist as she lifted herself to him, their mouths meeting in frenzied kisses as the barbarian conquered her completely.

  Elizabeth felt herself flying through sensations that crashed about her body, muscles tensing, quivering, burning for release. Ragnar’s rough approach to climax was an elemental experience that obliterated her consciousness for an ecstatic moment as a second orgasm powered through her body, accompanied by another flooding of seed. The barbarian held her tightly, his long thick cock locked deep inside her as it pulsed every drop in his balls deep into her welling wet chalice.

  When they separated, she felt strangely bereft. She was glad when both Milo and Ragnar laid on either side of her, recovering their breath and senses for what lay ahead. Though they were still strangers to her mind, they were no longer strangers to her body. Elizabeth lay in her bed with their cum slowly trickling between her swollen lower lips, feeling more sated than she had known it was possible to feel. It was as though she had been starving for years, but not known it, and now she was fed.