A Legend Arises and Accomplished

by Brynn Paulin

  “Ailig…” she whispered, embarrassed.

  Without answering, he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her exposed pussy. A sharp cry exploded from her lips as his mouth sent unexpected strands of pleasure shooting into her womb where the sensation clenched into a tight throbbing ball. Her entire body seemed to respond, reaction vibrating across her skin and muddling her thoughts. Nothing existed but Ailig’s mouth on her.

  Relentlessly, he lapped at her folds, nipping at the top of her opening and nearly sending her flying through the tower’s roof. She realised suddenly that she’d lifted her hips to him, silently begging for more.

  “Merciful heaven,” she murmured. With wide eyes, she stared down at his dark head between her thighs and felt her body clench at just the sight. Knowing she was losing her hold on control, she squeezed her eyes closed and pressed her head back into the pillows. Ailig continued his sweet torment. While he sucked at the apex of her flesh, he slipped a finger inside her. Immediately her body clenched around him. Slowly, he worked in and out.

  “Emma,” he groaned. “I must be inside you. I cannot wait.”

  “Oh, please, yes.”

  Rising over her, Ailig kissed her and she tasted a tangy flavour she knew could only be herself. She had little time to contemplate it as he fitted his cock to her opening.

  “Only a moment, love,” he said. “I promise.”

  “Wh—” Her question broke off into a small cry as he surged forward, breaching her virgin flesh and seating himself within her untried channel. Her breath fluttered from her as quickly as a hummingbird’s wings. Ailig didn’t move his hips, leaving his manhood lodged deep within her while he kissed her neck. Waiting…

  She sensed his tension as he fought to stay still until she grew accustomed to the feel of him. As he’d promised, the pain receded quickly. Experimenting, she moved. A slight twinge…but something else… There was so much more. Pleasure moved through her, tentatively at first, then growing. Clasping Ailig’s shoulders she moved again on his rod. She needed…more…but she didn’t know what to do. She’d die from unfulfilled need if this was all there was.

  His lips brushed against her ear. “Ready, love?”

  “Oh please…”

  Her words seemed to trigger his action and he surged, moving even deeper within her. She groaned as his pelvis rubbed into hers, then was suddenly gone as he withdrew. Over and over he thrust and withdrew. All the while, she cascaded higher on the waves of pleasure taking her while she hung onto Ailig’s shoulders as if he was her anchor to this life. She sought him, her body clasping his rod and meeting his whenever he moved forward. The crash of their sexes was no less powerful than lightning as it thundered through her.

  Suddenly, the sensations twisted within her, taking a life of their own and racing to every part of her body. Her fingers curled into him, her toes pressing into the bed and her back arching from it.

  “Ailig,” she screamed.

  “Yes,” he replied, pounding harder, then freezing mid-motion. He jerked, his face a mask of pleasure-pain. Heat poured into her. It flooded her womb. Another wave of release riffled through her, a beautiful breeze of love gently rattling her senses.

  “Oh love,” Ailig moaned, collapsing to her side. He pulled her into his tight embrace. His kisses covered her face and shoulders. “You are perfect. And finally mine,” he murmured. “Finally mine.”

  She drew back and pushed his damp hair from his brow. “I have always been yours.”

  “And you always will be.”

  Delight filled her, completing her happiness. She knew without words that she had pleased him well and already her body craved more of him. Coupling was like the finest mead. One sip was not enough. She must truly be as wanton as he had teased. She wanted to partake of him every day until the grave took her.

  Or until King Henry calls on him again. The dark thought intruded on her happiness. Her heart lurched with dread of what she knew would come and tears pricked her eyes. She buried her face in his arm for she’d been given the curse of vision and she saw the frightening things that others knew naught.

  Chapter Two

  “I’ve brought you something,” Ailig said sometime later as he lay beside her and explored her body. Idly, he stroked her collarbone. His fingers trailed to the valley between her breasts and up one slope. He rolled one nipple between his fingers, wondering what it would be like to see their son suckle there. As God willed it, it would be soon. Perhaps even now, his child took root.

  Her back arched as she pushed into his touch. “Having you return safe and whole is gift enough. I need no trinkets.”

  “Ah, beloved, I would give you everything if I could.”

  She drew a hand along his back. “I have enough.”

  “You make it hard for me to leave your side long enough to get your gift.” He kissed her hard and leapt from the bed. It took him a moment to find his belt and the pouch attached to it. Grabbing the small bag, he returned to the bed.

  “You are not giving me gold,” she laughed.

  “Nay, nothing so crude for my beloved.” Sitting beside her, he opened the bag and withdrew the cloth-wrapped trinket within. “Close your eyes,” he told her. Then he pulled free his gift and placed it around her neck. The green orb wrapped in silver seemed to glow against her pale skin, accentuated by her dark hair and matching the green of her eyes.

  Opening her eyes, she glanced down then lifted the necklace in her hands. “It is beautiful.”

  “It is blessed. So that we might have an eternity together.”

  “Ailig. I want nothing else,” she whispered. A sadness seemed to enter her eyes, but she drew him down and kissed him before he could question her. His cock stirred.

  “I want you again, but I do not think it is wise.”

  “Why?”

  Reaching down, he stroked his fingers over her damp pussy. She winced as he touched her tender opening. “You are still too sore from our last coupling.”

  “Nay.”

  “Emma, we must wait.”

  She grinned and he saw bedevilment in her eyes. God help him, he loved it. He wanted whatever she planned—and he knew she had something in mind. Emma always had something swirling within her keen thoughts.

  He didn’t resist as she pushed him to his back. A blush coloured her chest and rushed up to her cheeks but it didn’t stop her as she straddled him. Her sweet pussy rested on his belly while she braced her arms on his shoulders. Her new necklace hung between them. It grazed his chest like a naughty finger as she swayed, rubbing her bottom against his rigid cock.

  “Where have you learned this, love?” he asked.

  Her blush deepened. “I came upon my maid and her lover in the stable. They shared such pleasure.” The necklace rested against his neck, the chain pooling around it as she leaned in and kissed him. “I am afraid I will need your help. I ran out before I saw very much of their loving.”

  His good intentions flew through the tower’s window. He wrapped his fingers around the necklace, holding her to him. Her face was mere inches above his. “Lift up, love,” he ordered. Obediently, Emma raised her hips. Reaching between them, he fitted his cock to her fiery opening. Its sweet liquid-filled warmth beckoned him, but he was determined to leave this to her.

  He stared into her wide green gaze. “Now, lower yourself. Keep your eyes open so that I can watch you.”

  Her lips formed a circle as she complied, her tight channel squeezing him as she slowly took him. She bit her lip, her brows drawing together as he filled her and a strangled moan caught in her throat.

  He released the chain and helped her up so that her arms were again braced on his shoulders. “Now ride me,” he told her.

  “I know not—”

  “Like your steed, Emma.”

  “But—”

  Clasping her hips, he showed her the way, helping her to ride his cock. He felt himself thicken within her as his arousal grew. Emma’s unschooled movements only drew his need
higher. “That’s it, love,” he gasped.

  Little cries erupted from her as she bucked against him, her short jerking movements like a fist dragging him closer to release. He knew this position would take her quickly to her own release. Thankfully. He would not hold out long.

  “Ailig!” she cried. Her hips shoved back and forth against his, the necklace swinging like a pendulum between them. Leaning upward, he captured one beaded crest between his lips. The pliant flesh pushed against his tongue and he tormented the peak until Emma cried out. She lifted one arm to curve behind his head to hold him to her chest.

  He was so close. The head of his cock throbbed and his balls drew up to his body, tingling with the need to explode within her. Reaching down, he grasped her hips. Ruthlessly, he guided her up and down his shaft in a rapid rhythm that had her screaming her pleasure while his drew closer. Her honey flooded around him while the walls of her pussy closed on him so tightly he could barely move. The tight clasp shot him over the edge of his restraint. His seed exploded from his body. Long spurts jerked from him, flooding her womb with his pleasure for her.

  She giggled as she collapsed onto his chest.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “It seems I was not too sore after all, husband.”

  He grinned, wondering what she’d think of some of the other things he enjoyed. “It seems you are in need of a thrashing on your behind, wife.”

  She lifted up and frowned. Her eyes showed her distress as she looked at him. “I have displeased you?”

  He sat up and pulled her into his embrace as he leaned against the headboard of the massive bed he’d had made for them. “Not at all. I am well pleased with you. I but teased you.”

  Emma nodded, her bottom lip still drawn between her teeth. Relief filled her. For a moment, she’d thought she had angered her new husband—something she never wanted to do, but she knew eventually she would, especially if he discovered her gift. He wouldn’t. In all her years, no one else had.

  He left her momentarily and went to the basin. Quickly, he cleaned himself. After dampening another cloth, he returned to the bed and pressed it to her folds. Emma flinched more from the cold than any pain. With gentle strokes, Ailig cleansed her. A new rush of arousal filled her at his tenderness and she nearly melted into him as he set aside the cloth and pulled her back into his embrace.

  Silently, she traced the line of his muscular chest, her breath halting as her fingers ran over a wide scar on his abdomen. Without saying a word, she drew her thumb along the now silvery skin laying it sideways over the old wound. The mark was as long as her thumb twice over.

  “It’s an old wound,” Ailig said.

  She frowned, seeing the battle in her thoughts. “It could have killed you.”

  “It didn’t. I was a much younger knight then, less experienced and more impetuous.”

  She laid her head on his chest, hiding her face while she continued to trace the scar. “It is my greatest fear that you will die in battle.”

  His hand covered hers in a strong grip that halted her motion. “I will always return to you.”

  She frowned and didn’t argue with him. He couldn’t keep that promise. He had no power over it. Any day King Henry could call him and he’d go off to battle again, perhaps not to return. They could only live each day they had together, loving each other to their fullest. She was strong. She’d push away her fears until they gave up and went away, just as she always had since the day she’d realised she’d marry the knight on the hill.

  Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply of his essence and the scent of their sex. A tingle ran to the place still aching from their vigorous love making. Even so, she’d happily take him again.

  Ailig’s hand settled on her lower back and he kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep. You are too sore for what you are thinking. A third time is impossible.”

  Defiantly, she flicked her tongue over his nipple, teasing the nub with her mouth the way that he’d teased hers. He moaned. “Where do you learn these things, Emma?”

  “From you, my love.”

  Slowly, she trailed kisses along his muscled chest, trailing over the hard ridges of his abdomen until she met his hip. Lightly, she bit the ridge, looking up at him to see his reaction. He watched her through half-lidded eyes.

  The scent of their sex was heavy at his groin. It infused her desire, stoking the sexuality he’d brought to life within her. She breathed it deeply, flicking out her tongue to stroke the salty crease of his thigh.

  She wanted to taste his manhood. Dare she? Could she put her mouth on him as he had his on her? On hands and knees, she paused, staring at the rigid column of flesh.

  “Yes,” he urged. “Put your mouth on me.”

  She wanted to touch him first. Her fingers wrapped around his steely manhood, nearly meeting as she slid her cupped hand up his generous length. Her thumb caught on the underside of the head and she trailed it long that edge, before she smoothed it upward and over the small slit where a tiny droplet of fluid had appeared. Curious, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over it.

  He groaned in time with her satisfied hum. She licked him again, devouring the salty flavour. She swirled her tongue around him.

  “Put you mouth around me. Please Emma…”

  She couldn’t help her smile at his needy tone but happily complied. Through his begging, he was instructing her in what to do.

  Her lips spread wide as she stretched them around his girth. At Ailig’s satisfied groan, she continued working up and down his length. His hand slipped into her hair and he gently but firmly guided her.

  Her pussy flooded as she licked at his manhood and brought sounds of pleasure from his throat. She imagined him coupling with her in much the same way as he did with her lips—saw it, in fact. Soon…

  Ailig reached down and caught her under the arms, pulling her from his rod and up his body. “Much more and I’ll lose myself in your mouth. I do not want that…”

  She stretched, rubbing herself wantonly against him. “Then lose yourself where you do want to.”

  She laughed as he crushed her to him and turned, but her laughter soon turned to cries of bliss as he united with her once more.

  * * * *

  Ailig woke to the light shining in through the window above his head. He stretched, reaching for Emma, only to find her side of the bed empty. He flopped back. While he was in residence, she’d learn to stay abed until he’d risen. He wanted to wake with her in his arms. Too many days, he woke alone on the trail with no woman to warm him. Even when other soldiers sought comfort in the village, he stayed away, wanting only Emma.

  Climbing from the bed, he stretched. Emma’s clothes were gone while his were neatly folded on the chest at the end of the bed. How soundly had he slept that he, a seasoned knight, hadn’t heard her moving about the chamber? Shaking his head, he shook out his hose and tunic then pulled them on. He shrugged into his surcoat. His clothing did little to hide his rampant arousal. Just knowing he was near Emma was enough to stir his rod to attention. He’d search out his lady wife and drag her back to their bed where he’d have his merry way with her.

  And remind her how much he loved her. By all holy, he was glad he’d not been forced into an arranged marriage by King Henry. It was bad enough he was pulled away from his land, his people and his wife by the king’s constant demands. And now with the threat of war amongst the nobles, he was sure to be called again. His time with Emma might be much shorter than he wanted.

  His stomach growled as he started out the door. Perhaps he’d stop for a bite to eat before he dragged her to the bed. He must keep up his strength if he was to keep her abed for most of the day.

  Emma wasn’t in her solar, so he continued lower into the main hall. If he didn’t find her there, he’d head for the kitchens and get some food before searching the grounds for her. Surely, she wouldn’t have left the keep’s walls.

  He heard Emma’s giggle first, accompanied by a deeper laugh.
What was this? Ailig’s vision dimmed with anger as he followed the sound to the pair who hid from his sight in one of the hall’s antechambers. Rage drove through him as he poised in the doorway, frozen by the sight.

  Emma stood near a man, laughing while her hand rested on his chest. He looked familiar to Ailig, though he couldn’t place him. Likely, he was one of the servants who worked in the stables or as a field labourer.

  The man smiled down at her and Ailig wanted to run him through. His sword and dagger, however, were in his chamber.

  He crossed his arms, scowling at them. “What a cosy pair you make.”

  Emma pulled away from the man. “Ailig…”

  “Is it an inconvenience that I’ve come home?” he demanded.

  “Ailig, no! What are you thinking?”

  He swallowed, seeing his unspoken fears coming to light. How many nights had he worried that his beautiful wife would be lonely in her bed and seek another?

  “Thinking? It takes no thought to decipher this.” He swept a hand, indicating the pair. His wife and this man she so obviously loved.

  “Ailig. Please. I love you. You know that. This is—”

  “Love! What know you of it?” He glared at the boy, taking a step forward. “Best run. I will have you killed.”

  “Ailig! No!” Emma wailed. He captured her wrist, dragging her from the room, towards the stairs to their chamber. “I would never betray you,” she wept as he pulled her into the stairway. “He’s my brother. Ailig, please…”

  “Your brother?” His anger evaporated, and he stared at her, the guilt at his flash-fire rage condemning him. How could he explain that his greatest fear was that she wouldn’t wait for him, that she’d take a lover whilst he fought the king’s battles? His mother had. He knew other noble women did. And Emma was more beautiful than all of them. Surely men would seek her out, wanting to bed her whilst her husband was away.