Friday, July 26, 2013

Georgia Fox is Twisted Erotica Publishing's Newest Author

Welcome Georgia Fox -- Twisted Erotica's newest author.  She writes Medieval Historical Erotica which is hot, hot, hot.  Her stories are MFMM+, this latest one is five of seven brothers welcoming a new wench into the family.

So if historical hotness and sweaty MFM ménage action is your thing, then check her out!

The seven bastard sons of Guillaume d'Anzeray are on a mission to find wives -- women to breed the next generation of a dark dynasty that many wish to see extinct.

It won't be easy to find brides from among the powerful Norman nobility, for the d'Anzeray are upstarts, men of war, their family's fortunes raised through bloodshed and violence. As one holy man and chronicler of their times has written, "From the devil they came and to the devil they will return".

But these brothers don't care much for holy men or for what is written about them. Now, with the future of their bloodline at stake these mercenary warriors need wives and they have no scruples when it comes to claiming the women they desire. Nothing and no one stands in their way. Not even a few difficult, quarrelsome wenches who think they can resist capture once these powerful hunters have them in their sights.

It's a good thing the d'Anzeray don't mind sharing the spoils of victory with their brothers. It just might take all seven of them to bring this harem to submission.

Raul knew his brothers were observing his slave with curiosity and lust. Since they all had similar tastes in women it was not unusual for conquests to be shared amongst them, and he knew his brothers would not hurt her. On the contrary. The d'Anzeray were skilled lovers taught by the best whores in France —wenches hired for them by their father as soon as they turned sixteen. Guillaume believed a man should be well-rounded in his abilities, skilled in the bedchamber as he was on the battleground. "Countries," he would say to his sons, "cannot be fully conquered until you win over the women too." That, he believed, was the key to a thorough and complete victory over the enemy. Women were not equal to men, of course, but a necessary evil. So his sons were well tutored in the arts of a lover. Sex, for them, was a competitive sport.

Raul knew his little slave girl would not be left unsated tonight.

Trouble was, he didn't know if he wanted to share this one.

She was different.

A hollow ache had begun somewhere in his chest, but since it was so strange and uncomfortable, he ignored it as best he could. He suspected it would only weaken him in the eyes of his brothers if he insisted on keeping her to himself. And really he should not mind the sharing. It had been done many times, and no one came away unsatisfied.

He stroked two fingers over her cunny and felt her desire. For him or for his brothers? Or for all of them? His cock hardened and lifted in his chausses.

"Kiss me, slave," he demanded suddenly, needing her mouth on his. Just the two of them while they still could.

Princesa leaned over and did as he asked, her lips soft, almost timid. His other hand swept up to hold the back of her head while he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue against hers, tasting the wine she'd drunk.

Around the table his brothers continued watching and their envy was palpable. It made his cock swell further.

"Is she wet, brother?" Dominigo wanted to know, his voice low, rasping.

He made them wait while he finished the kiss and then he replied. "Oh, yes." Raul wriggled a finger inside her pussy and kissed her again. She made a small mewling sound and when she squeezed her thighs together he feared she might take off his finger. Gently he whispered against her cheek, "Well, Princesa? Would you like to be serviced by the d'Anzeray studs? As you hear, they are eager for you, my beautiful slave girl. We like to share. This is how things are."

"If I say no?" she murmured, her breath soft on his temple.

"Then you and I will be alone tonight. I would not permit them unless you agree."

She nodded. He played with the little hidden pearl within her, and she caught her breath.

"But they will be insulted if I decline, I suppose," she added, her words punctuated by sharp little gasps.

Raul replied wryly, "Undoubtedly." Not that they didn't have plenty of other women about the place, but his brothers might well feel aggrieved if he did not share this Pristino Belleza and they would tease him about it later. Any brother suspected of being enthralled by one woman was always tormented unmercifully until the fever passed. Which it always did, sooner or later.

This woman, he reminded himself harshly, was not his anyway. She belonged to the Comte de Tourlaville. As soon as he got her to Canterbury he would turn her over for the reward. He could not be distracted by the strange emotions she stirred within him. A man should always take care of his cock but never be led by it.

"Turn then, and show them your pretty cunny." Raul moved her around on his lap and bundled her skirt higher to let his brothers view for themselves how wet she was.

"Golden curls just like those upon her head," observed Dominigo.
"Like little rays of sunshine," added Sebastien with a grin.

"Move your fingers, Raul so we can see how damp she is."

His slave parted her legs wider without being asked. Although her face was pink, he heard her breathing change to an excitable purr, felt her bottom squirming against his leather clad thigh as she tried to quell her desires. No doubt she'd been told it was sinful to want a good fucking. That was how women were raised, and she wasn't old enough yet to know differently, nor had the Comte made it very enjoyable for her, it seemed. Such a waste!

"Christ, I'd love a quick sup at that," murmured Alonso. "I'm hungry as a horse over here." He grinned. "Hung like one too, Princesa."
The brothers laughed.

"Don't spend in your chausses, Lon."

"But look at her. Damn it. He's teasing us with his pretty wench. I could have sworn her cunny just winked at me."

Raul looked over at Salvador who was wiping his lips and staring hard at Princesa's sex. He knew he couldn't hold his brothers off for much longer and yes, Alonso was right; he was teasing them deliberately, showing off. It really wasn't fair to keep her all to himself.
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