by Reece Butler
“What are ye doing?”
“There’s more than one place to give pleasure,” he said. He used a knuckle, drilling it lightly against where he’d kissed. “Do ye like this?” She pushed back against him.
“Aye, but is it right?”
“Lass,” said Gillis. “We are married. Anything we choose to do together, harming none, is right.”
“God gave us our bodies to enjoy,” added Angus. He used his smallest finger, entering to the first knuckle. She gasped but did not pull away.
“Does that hurt?” He held his finger still as she thought.
“Aye, a wee bit. But I like it.” She spread her knees and arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please, touch me.”
Gillis lay on the floor on his back. He wiggled his way under her so that his mouth could take her breast. She shuddered when he found her nipple with his lips.
Angus gathered more fluid. He breached her ass to the second knuckle of his smallest finger. She shuddered again, so he twisted his finger deeper. Her low groan filled the room. He eased his cock into her hot pussy. This time it was his groan, louder and deeper than hers. He pulsed inside her, his finger and his cock in the same rhythm.
He reached under her belly with his free hand and found her clit. He circled it with his finger. She clenched him. Gillis must’ve done something as she suddenly gasped. He drilled his finger all the way in her ass and pinched her clit. She cried out, catching his cock in a burning vice as she came.
Free to take his own pleasure he grasped her hips and pounded into her tight pussy. She slammed back against him, demanding more. He exploded, filling her with love and yearning as well as his seed. She milked him, her pussy demanding more, until they both slumped. He pulled her tight against him. Their mutual climax had been an act of possession, each to the other. She was his now, and he was not ready to release her. Life would never be the same with this woman in his arms and at his side.
“I never knew I could feel like this,” he whispered, the words disjointed as he paused to haul air into his lungs.
“Nor did I,” added Gillis.
“Ye mean, it’s not like this all the time?” asked Fiona.
Angus kissed her shoulder. “It will be, now that we’re together.” He brushed her golden red hair behind her ear. “Ye are made for us and no other.”
Fiona tilted her head to look at him, and then Gillis. Her eyes were bright and her smile, eager.
“When can we do this again?”
Angus and Gillis shared a glance. They knew how lucky they were to be alive, much less have the right to share their lives with Fiona.
“Wee Fiona is a wildcat,” said Gillis. It was said with smug satisfaction.
“Aye, the best kind,” replied Angus. Gillis was obviously not yet aware of the scratches Fiona had inflicted on his arms when she came.
“Does that mean ye canna keep going?” demanded Fiona, frowning.
“Whisht, lassie, ye had a fever. Ye need yer rest,” said Gillis soothingly.
“Mmm, I’ll rest. But I want more later.”
“Ye’ll get more,” said Angus with satisfaction. “Lots more.”
Chapter Eight
Fiona could not believe the joy she found in each moment. Angus said they were to wait at the bothy until their Cameron escort arrived, along with her new clothes. He said it would give her time to recover and to get to know her husbands, both inside and out. He’d leered playfully when he said it before swatting her bare arse.
She’d been cuffed, hit, and beaten all her life. She’d suffered those blows silently, knowing she was nothing to them. Yet she’d screeched at the light sting of his swat. He’d grinned, taking it for the suggestion it was. A moment later she was in his arms with his cock impaling her. She’d wrapped her ankles around his hips and ground herself against him until they shuddered in pleasure.
They spent that first day together, touching as often as possible. It rained in the morning, so they lazed on the pallet and spoke of their pasts. She tried to pretend hers wasn’t too bad but they saw through her words and cursed her father once more. Their own father, Dougal MacDougal, also wasn’t a laird to be proud of. Angus said he wouldn’t be surprised if another brother, age twelve or more, showed up at the gate one day. Except for two who resembled their mothers, Gillis and Fin, they all had their father’s height, breadth, and dark coloring so it would be easy to tell if the lad spoke true.
Thanks to the eldest, twins Somerled and Niall, the brothers had a stronger sense of restraint than their father. It didn’t matter that half were bastards like her. All were MacDougals, had grown up together, and would work for the benefit of the clan. Because Dougal had done so little for them, too busy wenching and plotting ways to use his sons to get vengeance, they’d pretty much had to raise themselves. Somerled, as the oldest, began acting in place of the laird very early. He’d taken his position seriously and was always stern and tough. Niall, only a few minutes younger, had a sunny disposition that balanced his brother.
Fiona couldn’t imagine the noise sixteen brothers could make if they all wanted a say. With so many born within twelve years, no wonder Somerled had to be stern to keep the lot of them in line. Somehow he’d managed to get some of them fostered out all over the Highlands. Two had even gone to the Earl of Caithness, up in Wick at the far northeast of the country!
The rain finally cleared. Fiona caught two rabbits that day, using a snare, and gathered plants to add flavor to the stew she made. Angus taught her to tickle trout. Gillis gruffly refused to try, which led to the story of his capture. The one time he’d shown patience he’d concentrated so hard on catching a fish that instead he’d been caught by the Campbells. He said the only thing he’d be patient with was his wife, especially when she was naked. She, who had never begged in her life, found herself begging for release that evening. She fell asleep half on top of one man with the other curled up beside her. No fevered dreams or nightmares disturbed her sleep.
She woke the second day alone, feeling much better. She yawned, stretched, and sat up. She looked around for her clothes, but they were gone. She wrapped the blanket around her, put on her boots, and went out to relieve herself. It was a beautiful sunny day, warmer than usual. She finished and went back inside, determined to find her clothing. There was just the one small room, so bare it was obvious they’d hidden her clothing elsewhere. She stomped out to check the saddle bags.
She’d taken two steps when the blanket was yanked from her body.
“Ye dinna need that today, sweetling. ‘Tis a perfect day to be sky-clad.”
Gillis leered at her appreciatively. Her breasts swelled, nipples pebbling automatically. Her pussy, already knowing what that look meant, wept to accommodate him. Though she was aroused and wanted his touch, she refused to give in. These first days would set the stage for the rest of their year-and-a-day. She’d had enough of blindly following a man’s orders. Having lost a father and gained two husbands, she would not continue that pattern. She stomped back into the bothy. Gillis followed before she could slam the door.
“Nay, lass. Ye’ll be spending the day outside, in nothin’ but yer boots.”
She crossed her arms under her breasts and glared up at him. His eyes flickered from one to the other, as if caught in a dilemma of which to choose first.
“Nay, I shall not. There are nettles and adders and all sorts of prickles out there.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her refusal to obey. “Aye, ye will. We’ve checked for nettles and stomped around enough for any snakes to slither away.” He made slight thrusting motions with his hips. “The only pricks you’ll be near belong to Angus and me.” He pointed to the door. “Get yer wee body into the sun.”
“Nay.”
His playful attitude brought out her own. Yes, she would obey him in public, and when danger threatened. Yet here they were alone, and safe. She gritted her jaw and narrowed her eyes, daring him to make her. He tossed the blanket aside, grinning widely.
She swallowed, backing up a step.
“I was hoping ye’d say that, lass.”
She shrieked and ducked when he reached for her. There was no room to escape. Gillis, chuckling in glee, grabbed her hips. Ducking because of the low roof, he tossed her over his shoulder. He caught her ankles before she could kick him with her boots. A sharp crack filled the room a second before pain exploded in her upraised cheek.
She was so shocked at the sting on her bottom that she stayed still as he carried her outside. Then, furious and aroused, she struggled to get loose. She kept quiet, knowing a scream would draw attention. She was stronger than yesterday, but not at her full strength. It didn’t matter, as Gillis easily kept her in his control. She got two more spanks for her struggling while he brought her to the stream. He then set her down, holding her until her dizziness faded. She discovered Angus was already there, plaid off, grin wide, and cock hard.
If they wanted to play games, she could do the same. They wanted her, and though she wanted the same, she could have her fun. She strolled toward the stream, letting her hips and breasts sway. She tucked her hair behind her ears and then bent and pulled off her boots, aiming her bottom at them. She stepped to the water’s edge and put her hands in the water. She kept her knees straight and her ankles wide. She moved sensually, pretending it was mere chance that gave them glimpses of her pussy lips, her breasts, and the crack of her ass. She waded out and dunked to her shoulders. The water was cold, but the heat of her body in response to what she knew would happen, kept her teeth from chattering.
Gillis stripped and climbed in downstream to wash. They kept their eyes on her, murmuring between them. She couldn’t hear what they said, but the heat in their eyes and the angle of their rigid cocks suggested she would be well satisfied.
She slowly strode to the shore. She stood for a moment, posing with her firm breasts high as the water dripped from her. After a few moments she lay on Angus’s plaid, rolling onto her back. She closed her eyes, spreading her arms and legs wide to enjoy the sun. Sufficient food, sleep, and lack of terror, along with the attention of two huge men, had brought out a wanton side of her she’d not known existed.
She lolled on the plaid, teasing them with sighs and stretches. She drew up her knees, dropped one and then raised it again, flashing glimpses of pink swollen flesh.
“Do ye see the wood nymph on the shore?” asked Angus. He spoke loud enough so she would hear, of course.
“Aye. She’s a tasty morsel. And clean, to boot.”
She let her head flop in their direction and peeked between her lashes. Gillis frowned, drawing his bushy eyebrows low.
“How do ye know she’s a nymph?” he continued. “She could be a fairy.”
Angus stopped washing as if thinking took all his attention. “If ye spank a fairy, she’ll grant ye three wishes. But a wood nymph will give you naught.”
Spank? Fiona straightened her legs. Her heartbeat sped up.
“What if ye kiss a fairy?” asked Gillis.
“Och, ‘tis nay good.” Angus shook his head sorrowfully. “She’ll shrink yer pintle to the size of a goat’s.”
Gillis shuddered dramatically. “And if ye kiss a wood nymph?”
“She’ll caterwaul a bit, but when her backside’s hot she’ll kiss ye back.”
“Then ‘tis best to spank first rather than kiss, if ye dinna ken which she is.”
Two pairs of eyes, one blue and one dark, gleamed at her. Both sets of full lips grinned, showing white teeth. Her nipples shrank to hard buds. A newly familiar tension tightened her lower belly. Water cascaded off the hard planes of their bodies when they stood. It ran off the ends of their hard cocks, both of which pointed at her.
“I want those wishes.” Gillis took a step. “The first is to be a master in my own home.” His next step took him to the edge of the stream. “The second is to have a healthy family, wife, and bairns.”
“And the third,” said Angus, catching up to him, “is to have a reason to rise in the morning.”
“We canna have our own home, but we have a healthy wife, one who makes me rise more often than just morning.” Gillis ran his hand over his rampant cock. “This fellow salutes whene’er my wife is near. And when she’s lolling on her back asking to be spanked—”
Fiona climbed to her feet, ready to run. “I ne’er spoke of spanking!”
“Then why is yer face and chest all pink,” demanded Angus.
“Aye, and yer breasts as swollen as yer pussy lips,” added Gillis. They grinned at each other.
“I ne’er heard any of that afore,” she said, bracing to run.
“Ye dinna ken Cameron fairies, do ye?” asked Angus.
She saw their leg muscles tighten. She took off before they were out of the stream. In her haste she got turned around. She realized, too late, that she was running away from the bothy. She looked over her shoulder to see how close they were. Only Gillis, teeth glistening, chased her. She dashed around a rock outcrop and smashed into a hard chest. Muscular arms grabbed her before she could fall or escape.
“Och, ‘tis my lucky day. I caught me a fairy.”
Angus upended her, flipping her over his back so that her bottom stuck up over his shoulder as it had for Gillis earlier. She kicked with bare feet but one forearm behind her calves stopped that. So she pounded his back with her fists.
“Ye’ll get two for one,” warned Angus. “Two spanks for every thud on my back.” He turned, carrying her back to the stream as if she were a sack with his supper in it.
Fiona had a good idea they would spank her no matter what she did, but she didn’t want to give him an excuse. She reached as far she could, to the top of his buttocks, and scraped her fingernails over his skin. He shivered as if ticklish. So she did it again.
“Lass,” he warned, “ye’re playin’ with fire.”
“So? Mayhaps I like the heat.” She swatted him with the flat of her hand. The sharp sound filled the clearing. “Ouch!” She shook her hand at the sting. Both men chuckled. “I thought that would hurt ye more than me.”
“Aw, lass, ye make me laugh.” Angus shook his head, still chuckling. “Ye’ll nay harm a MacDougal man by swatting his arse.” He smacked one of her buttocks in return. She yelped at the sting. A moment later her pussy flooded.
Angus flipped her off his shoulder but did not put her feet on the ground. Instead, Gillis took her knees and stepped between them. He put his middle finger, palm up, between her wet, swollen lips. She tightened her internal muscles around it. He curled his finger up, rubbing against something that made her gasp. She locked her ankles behind him so he did not escape.
“She’s wet and eager,” said Gillis with satisfaction. “Methinks this fairy enjoys teasing her men and being spanked.”
“I say we make use of my plaid,” said Angus.
She bent her legs so when they set her down she was on her knees. She wrapped her arms around Angus’s thighs, keeping him close. They’d put their mouths on her, but she’d not returned the act. It was a simple matter to open her mouth and catch the tip of his cock. He choked, freezing. He was salty, a flavor she rarely tasted due to her low status. She rolled her tongue over his velvety hard flesh. She’d seen the deed done often, though the woman often had a fist in her hair forcing her head to do as demanded.
“Nay, lass,” he gasped. “Ye dinna have te—”
Fiona let his cock pop out. It dipped, bouncing. “Hush,” she ordered. “I wish to do this.”
“Where did ye learn of this?” asked Gillis.
“Knowing where I lived and that I traveled as a squire with the guard, you need ask?”
Angus groaned and gave in. He sifted his fingers through her hair, not quite gripping her but keeping his hand near in case. Knowing he would not try to step back, she brought both hands up to cup his balls. She squeezed gently. A burst of salt along with a low groan suggested he enjoyed what she was doing.
A pair of hands on her shoulders gently tugged her back. Angus
released her hair and backed away. She looked up at Gillis in confusion.
“Sit,” said Gillis, his voice tight. He squeezed her shoulders. “I want to take ye from behind while ye tease Angus.”
She would have one cock in her mouth, and another in her pussy? Angus plopped his hard-muscled arse on his plaid and leaned back, legs wide in invitation. His cock drew her eye, as did the drop on the tip, flashing like a diamond in the sun. She knelt between his legs, grasped his cock, and brought her lips down to it.
Both men groaned as she sucked Angus as deep as she could. She looked up. His eyes were jammed shut, his teeth clenched as if in pain. Three days ago she would have believed it was so. But she’d seen that look on their faces before. He was holding himself back, enjoying her touch. Pleased with the effect she had on him, she used her hand to fondle his balls again.
Gillis slid his hands over her upraised bottom, letting her know he was there before slowly entering her. She hummed her enjoyment as his cock stretched her pussy.
“God, lass, make that sound again,” demanded Angus.
She released him to swallow, and then speak. “You like the humming?”
He opened his eyes. Nodded. “Aye. ‘Tis most pleasant.”
His eyes crinkled and the corner of his mouth twitched, suggesting it was more than pleasant. She decided she would have him begging for release this time. She leaned over, preparing to fill her mouth again. Gillis’s finger breached her ass. She inhaled in surprise, choking.
“Thank ye for nay doin’ that with yer wife’s teeth clenched around my cock,” said Angus dryly.
“Ye’re welcome,” replied Gillis. “Ye’d best remember when ‘tis the other way around.”
Gillis drilled his finger and cock into her. She tensed, clenching her hands into tight fists at the sensation. She would not beg for more!
“Use yer hands on me, Fiona, nay yer mouth,” said Angus.
“Ye dinna want this?” she asked, disappointed at not making him beg for more.
