[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, sex toys, HEA]
Winged Arielle is the next ruler of Prosper, but he has been banished because he was falsely accused by a rival. Blown off course in a storm, he comes upon a beautiful, naked winged woman called Colonsay. He wants her and her partner, Oronsay, for his mates, but Rothesay, her father, wants them to mate with Strome, a violent man whose first mates threw themselves off a cliff to escape him. Strome challenges Arielle to complete two tasks. Arielle agrees, and Rothesay has to grant him his wish of mating with Oronsay and Colonsay before he attempts them.
With both tasks completed, they all go to Prosper. Will Colonsay and Oronsay be able to adapt to the customs of their new home? Arielle's rival sets a trap to kill Colonsay in a last attempt to seize power for himself. Will Arielle be able to foil him and complete the mating ceremony which will ensure his inheritance?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lord Arielle stood waist deep in the boiling foam as the pure white seahorses roared past him to shatter on the shore. The storm raged around him. His great silver-grey wings were extended to their fullest to keep him stable where he stood. His head was bowed under the weight of some great sorrow before the ferocity of the tempest. Suddenly there was a change. His back straightened, his glorious head came up, he looked at the sky, and he roared his defiance, sorrow, and fury against the sound of the wind.
“I shall prevail!”
The blood of generations of proud ancestors coursed hotly through his veins. Where in hell am I? I should never have taken wing in that storm. I can see the shore but I recognise nothing at all. No use lingering here. I have things to do, and one month to get this sorted out.
He furled his wings as he strode swiftly out of the sea. His loincloth had been ripped away by the strong winds and the waves. He was as naked as the day he was born. As he reached the beach he heard her sobbing. He looked at the dunes and saw a female form curled into a foetal ball. He noticed the violet wings hiding her face. They were neither so long nor so strong as his own, but the colour was rich and beautiful. Then he gasped as he saw the raw, red welts upon her bottom and the top of her thighs. Ye gods, who has done that to her? She was naked, too. Maybe that was the custom on this island. She sobbed piteously, and he leaned down and took her arm. She pulled away and moaned.
“No more please. I can stand no more,” she begged without looking at him.
“I will not harm you, look at me.”
She gazed up at him. The deep purple of her eyes matched the colour of her wings. They were large, wide-spaced, and altogether the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. As he looked at her, he saw the tears rolling down her sweet, heart-shaped face, and his heart lurched and his cock stood to attention.
“Who are you, Sir?” she asked.
“My name is Arielle. Why are you weeping, and who has beaten you so sorely?”
“My name is Colonsay. My partner is Oronsay. My father is Rothesay, and he wants my partner to marry a man we don’t like. The man, Strome, is sadistic and cruel. His first partners were so misused that they leaped to their deaths off the cliffs over yonder. My father is keeping Oronsay chained so we can’t do the same.”
“I don’t understand. What do you have to do with it?”
“Partners are chosen when they are children then later they marry together. I will marry the man Oronsay chooses.”
“So why are you being beaten?”
“My father cannot beat Oronsay. Men are never beaten, so he punishes me to coerce him.”
“That is unbelievable. What is the name of this place?”
“The island is called Hades.”
“Aptly named. Now give me your hand. I won’t harm a hair of your head.”
As he spoke, Arielle put out his hand to caress the silken strands of her long violet hair. The locks cascaded in waves and curls down her back, between her now folded wings, and ended just at their tips. He wondered if she could fly, but doubted she could fly far or fast. Her wings were small and delicate, covered in matte feathers shading from deep purple, where they left her shoulders, to light lavender at the tips… His hand strayed to caress one of her wings. She was buxom with wide hips and a narrow waist. Her breasts were full and heavy with delicate pink nipples. Her pussy had the most adorable short purple curls, and he longed to tangle his fingers in their luxury. She looked up at him.
“Why are you here? What do you want?”
“Until five minutes ago I had no idea what I was doing here or what I wanted. Now I know. I want you.”
Startled she dropped her gaze. “It’s not like that here. My partner chooses and my father has to approve.”
“Well I need two mates. In my world I form a triad. I need a man and a woman to complete my family. I want you and see no reason why your Oronsay won’t make the third if he’s anything like you.”
He picked her up in his arms, lifting her with no effort at all. At six eleven he was tall even for his own country, and he towered above her. To him she was small and light-boned. He was very careful not to catch the welts on her upper thighs. Carrying her in his arms he held her close to his chest, and he could hear her heart thudding. She’s not indifferent to me then.
The storm had passed, and the sea was beginning to calm. The water would be good for her welts. He turned and walked into the sea with her. He set her on her feet. Even at five nine she was still considerably smaller than him. He held her hands and walked into the water with her. He knew the salt would sting but when she was immersed up to the waist she made no protest, only held her wings out of the waves as best she could.
“Does it not hurt?”
“Yes, my Lord Arielle, it does hurt.”
“You make no protest. Why is that?”
“Women who don’t put up with pain in silence receive more pain. I have been well-taught, and I learned my lesson a long time ago.”
What a barbarous place this is. She is beautiful, and just right for me, so now to get her back to this father of hers and stake my claim. I only hope that Oronsay is just as pleasing to me. If he isn’t we shall have to put up with it. I want her.
The smile that he bestowed on her showed his admiration of her lovely body. He took her arms and settled them around his neck, thus pulling her more to her knees. He wanted her, but he had iron control over his desires, and this first time he wanted to explore and savour her. Gods knew when he would get another chance or what awaited them in her father’s house. His hands caressed her face.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair is such a lovely shade. Your wings complement your eyes and hair. Can you fly?”
“Only very short distances, and we don’t stay in the air for longer than about half an hour. The ability to fly any great distance has been lost to us. The men didn’t want the women flying off, so it has been bred out of us.”
“The more I hear about this place, the sooner I want to leave and take you with me.”
“How can we? I can’t fly any distance, and there are no islands within less than two days' journey. I know you aren’t from one of them.”
“No. I don’t know where my home lies in regard to your island but I shall discover it when I need to. Enough talk. Kiss me.”
Her lips met his, and his hands explored her soft, rounded breasts with the hard nipples. Her delicately bronzed skin was satin to the touch, and his large hands easily engulfed her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers first kneaded the swelling mounds, then pulled and tweaked her nipples.
"Yes, oh yes please."
They seemed to harden even more under his touch. Her tongue stroked and danced over his, and his cock swelled in anticipation. His hands clasped her bottom carefully. She winced a little as he came in contact with the welts. His mouth descended on one breast, and he began to lick all around it, following the areola and finally finding her nipple. He took the tip between his teeth, and flicked it with his tongue, driving her wild in his arms. Finally he sucked most of one breast into his mouth, and suckled hard. Her mouth left his and she shrieked her appreciation. He redoubled his efforts, and was pleased with her sobs and moans. She didn’t protest when he left her breast but he knew she would eventually. He’d teach her to express all her desires out loud for his appreciation. Her wings fluttered as she arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth. He was more than willing to oblige her, and suckled harder still. His hand descended to her pussy, and his probing fingers found the luxuriant curls he’d so admired. He tangled his fingers in them, and tweaked as she moaned. Next he exposed the swollen, puffy lips of her pussy. Dipping inside, he was delighted to find that she was so wet. He knew he was big, and his cock was thick, and he didn’t want to hurt her. In his opinion, she’d already been hurt enough to last a lifetime. Two fingers penetrated her, and finding her special spot, he massaged and stimulated it.
“What are you doing to me, Lord Arielle? It feels amazing.”
“No one has ever touched you here before?” The more he heard about this place, the less he liked it and the more impatient he became to leave it and take her and her partner with him.
“No, we were told not to do that in our instruction, but I like it so much. Please don’t stop.”
“Of course you do my lovely mate. You must always tell me what feels good for you. You were made for pleasure, and you shall have all I can give you.”
He continued to massage her spot, then began to fuck her with his fingers to the music of her moans and gasps of pleasure. When he could wait no longer, he took her by the waist, raised her up, and he slipped his cock deep within her. It was a snug fit but she took all of him in, and grasped him with her muscles. As he withdrew, they clasped his dick in their slick heat. She took her weight on her knees, and lifted herself almost off his cock then slammed down again and it was his turn to moan and gasp. Soon they established a rhythm.
"Yes little love, just like that."
He rose up to meet her as she impaled herself time and again on his throbbing dick. His fingers sought her folds as he felt the familiar tingles clutch at the base of his spine. He rubbed over her clit, gently at first, but with increasing pressure and never too fast. She soon convulsed around his cock as he pushed her over the edge, and she screamed.
“Lord Arielle!” The scalding heat of her sheath, the clenching of her internal muscles, and his own thrusts deep inside her, set off his release. He stilled, then his grateful dick emptied its contents inside her, and the release and pleasure flowed from his balls along bones and veins until he gasped for air. He clasped her tightly to his heaving chest, and he felt a similar hammering of her heart. Gradually the world slowed, and they returned to their normal breathing. He took her face in his hands.
“I knew you were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. I have fucked other women, but this is the first time I made love. Thank you my Colonsay. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her mouth, and she smiled shyly at him. She laid her head against his chest. He felt the soft huff of her warm breath, and felt tears rain down on his chest. He put her from him, held her at arm’s length, and looked at her.
“What is it? Why are you weeping? Did I hurt you?”
“No, Lord Arielle, you didn’t. I have never felt like that before.