| Author: | Penelope Gaudreau | ISBN: | 1230000141909 |
| Publisher: | Penelope Gaudreau | Publication: | June 14, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Penelope Gaudreau |
| ISBN: | 1230000141909 |
| Publisher: | Penelope Gaudreau |
| Publication: | June 14, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The Lady Dana wants only one thing: to escape from marriage to the vile Lord Sincrest. When her flight is brought up short by two knights, she must choose: give up her virginity to join their Order, which is known for its debauched ways, or be returned to her bridegroom and certain doom?
EXPLICIT: This 4,000 word story is for mature audiences only and contains an m/f/m threesome, anal, oral and vaginal sex, fisting, and a finish to leave you breathless.
EXCERPT:
Tears fell harder, no matter how Dana fought to keep them back. She clenched her eyes shut, a sob choking her. "I will do anything," she pledged, fisting her hands in her skirts to keep them steady. Her legs trembled, collapsing her against the grimy, rough rock to her back. "I—I have some coin—"
"No coin is so valuable as our word of honor." Though the words were apparently in reply to her, the voice was distant. When Dana opened her eyes, she saw the two knights looking at each other, apparently coming to some silent agreement by the tilt of their heads. "I dare say, only one of our own, begging for safety from dark fate, would surpass such a thing. A woman who would serve with us would have our protection by right."
"One of your own?" Hope beat fragile wings in her breast. A lady knight? Of course she'd heard of such things: women of noble birth who fought shoulder to shoulder with their brothers in arms, giving up their titles and heritage to do so. She'd never pictured herself as one of them—lady knights were no better than they ought to be, free of the ties of modesty and restraint that bound other women. There were even tales of their entry rituals, stories that she and her friends had giggled over in girlhood, flushed with desire for the acts of pleasure they described.
But a life freedom and debauchery were at least a life, and far better than a few years of restraint followed by an eternity in the cold ground. She took a breath and pushed herself upright, chin lifting. Her eyes still burned, and her breath was short from her sobs, but she looked the first man directly in the eye. "I would become one of you, then, if it is the price for my safety. What need I do?"
The Lady Dana wants only one thing: to escape from marriage to the vile Lord Sincrest. When her flight is brought up short by two knights, she must choose: give up her virginity to join their Order, which is known for its debauched ways, or be returned to her bridegroom and certain doom?
EXPLICIT: This 4,000 word story is for mature audiences only and contains an m/f/m threesome, anal, oral and vaginal sex, fisting, and a finish to leave you breathless.
EXCERPT:
Tears fell harder, no matter how Dana fought to keep them back. She clenched her eyes shut, a sob choking her. "I will do anything," she pledged, fisting her hands in her skirts to keep them steady. Her legs trembled, collapsing her against the grimy, rough rock to her back. "I—I have some coin—"
"No coin is so valuable as our word of honor." Though the words were apparently in reply to her, the voice was distant. When Dana opened her eyes, she saw the two knights looking at each other, apparently coming to some silent agreement by the tilt of their heads. "I dare say, only one of our own, begging for safety from dark fate, would surpass such a thing. A woman who would serve with us would have our protection by right."
"One of your own?" Hope beat fragile wings in her breast. A lady knight? Of course she'd heard of such things: women of noble birth who fought shoulder to shoulder with their brothers in arms, giving up their titles and heritage to do so. She'd never pictured herself as one of them—lady knights were no better than they ought to be, free of the ties of modesty and restraint that bound other women. There were even tales of their entry rituals, stories that she and her friends had giggled over in girlhood, flushed with desire for the acts of pleasure they described.
But a life freedom and debauchery were at least a life, and far better than a few years of restraint followed by an eternity in the cold ground. She took a breath and pushed herself upright, chin lifting. Her eyes still burned, and her breath was short from her sobs, but she looked the first man directly in the eye. "I would become one of you, then, if it is the price for my safety. What need I do?"
