Knights of Desire [Flights of Fancy 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free

to anything he and Landis knew of.
    Even though the woman and her comrades offered no harm to them, they might be dangerous if provoked. It would be best to make friends with these people.
    Clemmons shifted the dagger to his left hand and raised his right high in the air. "Ho! I am Sir Clemmons, knight of the realm, servant of King Sayid."
    A small box on the belt of the woman made strange sounds, and she stopped, looking directly at him. The other soldiers didn't react to him at all. She touched the box, and he heard sound coming from her helmet.
    The box tried to speak. "...have...a...arm..." The rest was just random noises.
    He waved his hand in the air. "Yes, I have an arm."
    Landis snorted.
    The woman again touched the box. "...keep...my...need...earn..."
    "I don't understand."
    Landis sighed. "Don't you see? The box talks for her, but it doesn't know how."
    "You think that's a woman, too?"
    "Of course. Have you ever seen tits like that on a man?"
    "Well, no."
    While he and Landis talked, the woman had been doing something to the box. She looked up at him again. "What is your name?"
    He smiled. "I'm Sir Clemmons. This is Sir Landis."
     
    * * * *
     
    Shane tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but damn those two were cute. The two men came in two different sizes—big and bigger.
    The big one had black hair the color of a radiator in a thermodynamics lab blackbody experiment, flowing over his shoulders and covering the shining black leather of the armor he wore. Eyes the color of emeralds stared out from beneath his high brow, and he held a long sword in his right hand with the comfort of a warrior accustomed to combat. While the leathern suit he wore covered his body fully, his wide shoulders and muscular neck told of the strength only barely concealed. Fine black stubble covered his chin.
    The bigger one had blonde hair that spilled halfway down his bare torso and pale blue eyes that seemed to look through her and out to infinity. A few days growth of blonde beard covered his cheeks and chin, and when he flexed his hands, the muscles of his chest and arms roiled like rocks under his tanned bronze skin.
    The two men were clearly warriors. Alien warriors. She smiled behind her visor. Delicious alien warriors. Shane shook herself a little. She needed to treat them as dangerous alien warriors until she knew otherwise, no matter how delectable they might be.
    She fussed with the translator. So far, it gave her only garbled fragments of words. The lights and dials said it was working on a translation, but it would take a little time.
    Corporal Crosby spoke in her communicator. "Sergeant, the others seem happy to stay in the bushes. Scans confirm they are remarkably human-like, no major differences."
    She flicked the transmit switch with her tongue. "Copy. Keep an eye on our friends in the brush. Do not fire without my authorization."
    "Understood, Sergeant."
    Suddenly the translator found something to latch onto. As the bigger one moved his mouth, the box gave its version. "I'm Sir Clemmons. This is Sir Landis."
     
    * * * *
     
    In his eighteen years as king and twenty years as prince before that, Sayid saw it done only once when he was a child of not more than three and his father still lived and sat on the throne. The times when a message was important enough for the messenger to ride his steed right into the throne room to save time were exceedingly rare, and yet he now heard the clatter of hooves on the stone floor announcing that the rider approached.
    The rider and his mount were both soaked with sweat, cloth and fur stained and clumping wetly to their skin. Both also panted heavily, trying to grab just a little more air in each gulping breath. At least the messenger didn't foam at the mouth in frothy white globs that dripped in sticky streamers to the dark stone floor.
    The rider jumped from his steed even before the animal had fully stopped, and the man tried to avoid falling. He almost made it, but his foot