Guest Author: Morgan King

Content Advisory: m/f/m sex scene and oral sex.

The following relates to Duty To Love, by Morgan King

Product Description:

Duty to Love is an erotic regency romance; the story of two brothers and the one woman they have both fallen in love with…

A craftily worded contract and fate finds Arthur, Earl of Hentonury, having to marry not the lady he expected but her younger sister Amelia, the woman he knows his brother James loves and hoped to marry. Arthur cares for both Amelia and James, so how can he choose between his love for them and his duty?

James may be the younger son, but he has taken leave from the army and will fight for Amelia.

Torn between her feelings for two brothers, Amelia wishes to marry Arthur but can't bear to lose James. Is there any chance the three of them can find happiness together? Will duty or love win out?

That evening they all retired to the library. It felt like a room where they could all be themselves away from their titles or the roles they inhabited, for it wasn’t a space that was normally associated with any one of them, although it was a room Arthur was particularly fond of. He had sold off ornaments, artwork, and pieces of his mother’s jewellery, but the library had been left intact.

Excerpt:

There were two leather armchairs facing the fire. Arthur confidently strode to the one on the left and with a flick of his eyes indicated to James to take the other.

Before Amelia could protest he drew her along with him and settled her onto his lap, eliciting a small squeak of surprise.

James laughed. “After the last day, does anything still shock you, my love?”

It gave Arthur a thrill to hear James being so affectionate with Amelia. She was indeed their love.

“I think she blushes still, James.” Being able to tease her together—that was a fine pleasure. “Shall we see how far this delightful colour spreads?”

Arthur’s fingers toyed with the lace edging along the neckline of Amelia’s dress. He watched her eyelashes sweep upwards and found himself staring into the depths of her eyes. The dark centres rapidly expanded for him to lose himself in.

It was still too soon for all of this to seem real. The weight of Amelia, her skin against his fingertips, even the scent of her so close for him to inhale all had a touch of magic enhancing it. Arthur indulged himself, undoing the delicate buttons holding the bodice of Amelia’s dress together slowly, sliding one hand inside to capture the generous weight of a breast. He wanted to savour her this time, tease her to the edge of pleasure if possible. If her breathy moans were any indication his plan was progressing well. 

Should he pinch her nipples yet? The little buds were calling to him, but gently squeezing and releasing her breast was already having such an effect. He was tempted to tarry. 

James was clearly not unaffected either. With his legs splayed wide a growing bulge was prominently displayed at the apex of his trousers.

“Would you like it if James stroked himself for you, Amelia?” Arthur wondered what visual and verbal stimulation Amelia might enjoy.

“Mmm.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” In pursuit of Amelia’s enhanced pleasure Arthur enjoyed gently exerting his control.

“Yes, please!” Her immediate response was everything Arthur could have asked for, without needing to.

James appeared eager to oblige, taking his eyes off the scene in front of him to look at what he was doing.  He was unfastening his trousers and releasing his erection.

Amelia was watching every movement, and Arthur took the opportunity to jolt her attention back to him by pressing forefinger and thumb together with her nipple trapped between.

“How about you, James? Do you like what you can see, or would you like to see a little bit more?”

“Definitely … a little … bit … more.”James’s words were carefully enunciated in time with the movements of his hand wrapped tight around his cock.

Moving carefully, so as not to break the intensity binding the three of them together, Arthur lifted Amelia up and away from him, clasping her shoulders gently to ensure she was steady on her feet. Once he was sure she’d found her balance he bent forward to grip the hem of her dress and began lifting it, one slow centimetre at a time.

James flashed a cheeky grin. “Now that’s a sight for a sore cock.”

Arthur faltered in his movements as an involuntary chuckle burst from his chest.

“Why do I think you’re not talking about a bird?” Amelia asked.

Still laughing Arthur responded to Amelia’s interjection. “Quite right, my love, men like to call their manhood a cock on occasion. “

“Cock.”

Both men groaned as Amelia tested the sound of the word, which clearly only inspired her to try it again. “I like looking at your cocks.” 

“Get her back under control, Arthur.” James’s tone was teasing, but Arthur sensed an undercurrent of urgency to it, especially when James then turned to Amelia, “or you’ll become the chicken to my pouncing fox.”

In one swift move Arthur lifted Amelia’s dress over her head, leaving her in a significantly more transparent and accessible chemise and stockings.

 “Better, James?”

“Infinitely.”

While Amelia stood before him Arthur took the opportunity to unfasten his own trousers. They had been getting damn uncomfortable. Even at this stage of the affair, before any extensive physical contact, Arthur found himself fully engorged. He shouldn’t be surprised. His life had never been so sexually or emotionally exciting before.

“Amelia, do you remember how you rode James this morning?” Arthur asked as a reminder. He didn’t for one moment think she’d forgotten; her willingness and obvious enjoyment of their sexual interludes spoke of it meaning as much to her as him.

“How could I forget? It was only this morning.” Amelia teased, before confirming Arthur’s belief in how much their physical acts meant to her. “It was remarkable, James inside me, but also the excitement of moving up and down him. I felt so free, my heart nearly left my body, and yet at the same time so safe with my body and heart tethered to you both.”

“I would love it if you rode me,” Arthur said guiding her backwards, “just a little different, so James can join in, too. If I tuck my legs together can you kneel with your legs either side? No don’t turn. Keep facing James.”

“Like this?”

Using the sturdy arms of the chair, which was accommodatingly wide, Amelia had managed to follow his instructions.

“Perfect, now comes the slightly tricky bit.” Arthur gripped his cock in one hand and rested the other on the indentation of Amelia’s waist, pulling down gently to help coax her into position. She moved slowly. It was agonising. She was still so tight, and yet her downwards momentum was forcing her beautifully slick flesh to stretch around him.

Arthur resisted lifting his hips upwards, despite the fact that this made his legs tense and a light tremble invade. The groan rising in his chest could not be held back, and with an exhalation of relief he let the deep sound erupt.

Amelia responded with a more delicate, breathy and less guttural, moan of her own as she sank the final distance, seating herself and bringing them tightly flesh to flesh.

With hands eagerly out of control Arthur pulled Amelia tightly to him and felt her up and down, stroking the smooth swell of her stomach, squeezing the swells of her breasts , giving her nipples a moment or two of attention with the pull and flick of his fingertips and sending them down to part her folds and rub her little nubbin. Her panting and wriggling urged Arthur to increase the speed of his movements, and he worried that once again he would climax before establishing any thrusts or rhythm. He just wanted it to last a little bit longer, just a little.

James interrupting gave him a much needed pause from the vigorous lovemaking it had become.

“So where’s the part where I get involved, as if I have to watch this much longer I’m going to spill all over myself,” James said.

“Move … your … chair closer.” Arthur’s breathing was laboured.

James quickly dragged the heavy item forward, rucking up the rug in the process. Arthur didn’t care if it was damaged and spared it less than a glance. He was quickly moving to lean forward, pushing Amelia forward as he did so. Resting one hand on her back he continued to put pressure on her back. It didn’t take her long to understand his intentions, and she took over lowering herself forward, moving her arms to rest on James’s thighs. With a little bit of shifting, so that they were all at the edges of the chairs, and some sensuous stretching on Amelia’s part, Arthur could still feel all the benefits of being embedded in Amelia whilst her mouth hovered just above James’s cock.

Arthur watched as James sent his hands sliding into Amelia’s tresses. He felt a closeness among the three of them that eclipsed all the previous feelings of connectedness he’s experienced in the last day. With Amelia at the centre this was a level of sharing and giving pleasure to Amelia that even Arthur had not anticipated. He truly wouldn’t mind if James wanted to experiment further.

The focus was very definitely Amelia though, and now Arthur could begin to slide her forward on his cock, guiding her with his hands and pushing her with his hips. There seemed no impediment, so although he could not quite see because of the angle, he assumed Amelia had taken James into her mouth. With groans of mingled pleasure and relief he established a rhythm.

It didn’t last long, but Arthur decided to take pride at how much longer that the first time it had lasted. “I’m nearly there,” he said.

“God, yes, me, too, she’s so fucking beautiful.”

James threw his head back, neck tendons stretched tight, groaning his completion. Arthur assumed Amelia swallowed.

He gave one last thrust forward and held himself still inside of Amelia, on the very precipice of pleasure. Then he reached one hand round, feeling his way to the centre of her pleasure, and her little bud in particular and began sliding and rubbing his fingers  around it feverishly and with as much coordination as he could muster. It was enough. Amelia began to tremble in his arms. She lifted upwards, back bowing as she keened her pleasure. Arthur felt her inner contractions and let go, his seed pulsing into her body in rhythm.

Sitting with Amelia curled in his arms, and James seated not far away, the part of Arthur’s mind still functioning revelled in the thought that he had what he had always wanted, and a happiness he had always dreamed of could be his. He would be able to do his duty, to his family, his title, his brother, his wife, his people, and he would have love. He was glad he could do his duty to love.

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Morgan King

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