[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/M]
Vassili's ailing mother gave him a toy soldier meant to help him during difficult times, and Vassili needs all the help he can get. When his father remarries, Vassili's new stepmother and brothers do their best to make his life miserable.
Determined to be rid of Vassili, his cruel step brothers send him into Baba Yaga's Black Forest. But with the help of his mother's gift, Vassili avoids death at the hands of an evil witch, and instead discovers love in the arms of three mysterious horsemen, Deni, Sonta, and Noci.
When Vassili's mortality keeps him from being with his otherworldly horsemen, can he find a way to stay with his lovers for all time?
"I've always liked fairytales with a little kick. I love giving the beautiful tales everyone knows and loves a little twist. With The Three Horsemen, I adapted my favorite Russian folktale, Vassilisa the Beautiful. I had fun writing it, giving the characters attributes they did not have in the original tale." ~ Scarlet ~
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 CHERRIES: "...the man action is incredibly well written, so much so that it had me fanning myself from the heat of it. The Three Horsemen of the Black Forest is sure to appeal to those readers who enjoy unique twists on well known fairy tales flavored with a bit of sauce, spice and hunky male loving." -- Xeranthemum, Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews
"Filled with life-like characters the reader will root for, The Three Horsemen of the Black Forest by Scarlet Hyacinth is an engaging read...it packs a lot of emotions in its few pages. The sex scenes are short, but well-written and the reader may need a cold shower afterward. For a story that will captivate you from beginning to end, be sure to check out The Three Horsemen of the Black Forest." -- Angela Camp, Romance Reviews Today
Vassili didn’t know how long he walked through the undergrowth, when suddenly a horseman appeared. The horseman’s face, his hair, and his skin were all as white as pure marble. He wore blindingly white clothing composed of a beautifully sewn white tunic and tight pants, complete with white riding gloves and boots. Even the horse was white.
The mysterious man glanced toward Vassili as he rode by. When the horseman offered Vassili a bright smile, Vassili resisted the urge to shelter his blue eyes at the almost blinding light. He wondered if he should strike up a conversation, maybe ask if he’d taken the right path to reach the witch’s house. Before he could open his mouth, the horseman passed him by and disappeared into the foliage.
Vassili stared several minutes back into the place where he’d last seen the mysterious horseman. Something about the other man’s smile had held him captive, frozen, and speechless. Shaking his head, he told himself to forget about the weird occurrence. Only then did he realize that dawn already bathed the world in daylight. Had he really walked for so long in the cursed forest?
Shuddering slightly, Vassili picked up the pace, knowing that he’d never hear the end of it if he didn’t bring back the light from the witch. He walked and walked, stumbling over the numerous tree roots on the forest floor. He shielded his face with his hands when tree branches snapped at him, seemingly trying to stop his progress. Suddenly, a peculiar sight froze Vassili in his tracks. Yet another horseman. Everything about him was a fiery red, his flowing red braid, his clothes, even the pupils of his eyes and his horse. Much like the white horseman, the red one passed Vassili silently, but his lips twisted into a grin when he looked at Vassili’s face.
As soon as the red horseman disappeared into the foliage, Vassili realized the sun now shone in the sky. Taking a deep breath, he struggled to compose himself. He wanted to get to the witch’s house already, get the light and go back to his cottage. He most certainly did not want to think about the excitement he felt whenever the weird horsemen smiled at him. Focusing on his task, Vassili continued his journey toward Baba Yaga’s house.
Finally, after wandering for countless hours, a cottage appeared in front of Vassili. It was surrounded by a fence made of human bones and decorated with human skulls. Vassili froze in horror and fright at the terrible sight.
In that moment, as if to complete the otherworldly spectacle, a third horseman appeared. His skin was black, he wore black clothing and rode a black horse. Vassili watched, fascinated as the horseman passed him by and vanished next to the gate of the house, but not before giving him a seductive grin.
Vassili forgot all about the comforting words when he felt his body prodded from behind. An unfamiliar touch ghosted over his nether opening and Vassili let out a choked sound. The feeling of anticipation, the passion that sizzled in the air, everything was so peculiar and new. Even so, it wasn’t just the novelty that felt scary. It was something else, something deep inside. He saw an emotion in his heart that hadn’t been there before and that he couldn’t even identify. His thoughts evaporated when he felt his ass cheeks separated, his most hidden place exposed for everyone to see. He felt his face flame at the embarrassing position and fought to keep himself from tensing.
He didn’t have to fight this battle for long. Deni slipped under his body and suddenly, wet heat engulfed Vassili’s cock. Vassili’s eyes opened wide at the incredible sensation. A needy moan escaped his lips. “Oh, God, Deni!”
He was so lost in the sensation he almost missed Noci’s next words. “Open your mouth, lubov moya. Come on!”
Vassili obeyed, and he found himself with Sonta’s cock teasing at his lips. He briefly hesitated, acknowledging his own inexperience. However, Noci continued to encourage him with soft, almost incomprehensible whispers in his ear. His insides burning, Vassili finally wrapped his lips around the swollen shaft. Alas, he couldn’t really concentrate at all with Deni sucking him. Nevertheless, Sonta seemed to find pleasure in his inexperienced tongue. The red horseman groaned out loud as he started thrusting in and out of Vassili’s mouth.
Just when he thought that surely nothing could enflame him further, Vassili felt a wet tongue teasing his entrance. Noci’s tongue naughtily penetrated his passage, pushing in and out of his body, imitating an act as old as time itself. Vassili almost moaned in protest as the tongue retreated, but so many sensations took hold of him that he couldn’t bring himself to do so.