Knightley's Tale by Destiny D'Otare

Author:Destiny D'Otare
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Spice
Published: 2010-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

“As you’re pretty so be wise;

Wolves may lurk in every guise.”

He must be delusional.

Reason, indeed any functioning thought process, had abandoned him. Pure physical being had taken over.

So unlike him. In the throes of passion, he would never truly let go of his conscious self.

Therefore, this must be a fantasy.

Adding to the erotic vision was Emma—opening for him, kissing him with the intense, honest enthusiasm only Emma was capable of. She was exploring real passion for the first time with him…only him.

It all felt so real.

His dick, for one, would testify something was different, as it reached out for her soft folds. His hands skimmed over her body, craving more of her softness.

Instead, he met only silk and lace. He was suddenly consumed with an overwhelming need to rip through the clothes to get to this fantasy Emma.

But something was still bothering him, holding him back.

In truth, if this were a dream, a dream of having Emma all to himself, why were other women laughing?

An inner voice, one driven to protect Emma, commanded him to break the kiss and turn around. Reality washed over him as he reclaimed his bearings.

They were in the pleasure gardens and someone was coming.

Reluctantly, he let her go and placed her securely against the interior hedge. Emma, he noticed, was caught up in the previous moment—her eyes still closed and lips parted as if waiting for her lover’s return.

Lover.

Better to think on that after he dispensed with whatever trouble was rounding the bend.

Granted, after that kiss, he would never be able to land an effective facer, let alone muster the strength to swing his arm. He stepped forward, nonetheless, hoping to appear menacing.

The voices, chanting now, sounded closer.

Hand-in-hand, three women appeared. Like goddesses, they were dressed in translucent white robes. When they glided into the copse they exclaimed their delight and skipped to Knightley, circling him in a strange ritual.

The leader, a redhead, halted a foot away and smiled invitingly.

“We have been looking for you,” she said in a low seductive voice. “You were the lone wolf on the hunt for his mate. We watched you as you circled the dance floor again and again until you disappeared.

“We have come to see that all your appetites are satisfied this evening.”

Upon her nod, six hands reached out and began caressing him, simultaneously stroking his back, his hair, his chest, his arms, his thighs, his calves.

Paralyzed, Knightley did what any man would do—he acquiesced.

“We are the Three Passions.” The leader waved her arms at her companions and indicated first the blonde to his right.

“This fair maid is Love.” The blonde nuzzled Knightley’s neck, hooked a leg around his waist, and slid along his side and down his right leg, finally dropping in a pool at his feet.

“The second, this pale-cheeked lass, is Ambition.”

The raven-haired beauty poked her head under his arm, grinned impishly and then returned to running her entire body along the length of his backside.

“And I am…” she began, but Knightley interrupted.

“My demon, Poesy.”

“Ah, you know Keats.

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