Cailín (Lass) (Anam Céile Chronicles)

by Scarlett, Rosalind

  Not realizing I already be awake, Donovan tried to wake me, deeming me body lay gripped by some faraway dream. Me thoughts still distorted by the nightmare. Thank God I laid there in his arms, fer I do not think I could have borne it to wake alone and not have known fer even a solitary second whether he lived!

  Morning smiled upon us as the face of a newborn child, innocent and knowing. The new day brought by the sunrise tempting me again. I could not cease me want of him, and that desire it had only lingered on; the tinder fanning the embers all through the night, promising to ignite into roaring flames once again at the mere presence of him.

  Utterly beautiful he be in the brilliant morning rays of light, gleaming off the ripples of his muscles. Donovan’s chest raised calmly, his breathing with ease. I kissed his chest before lifting me head from it to look upon his face. Enveloped in beauty, peaceful as ‘twas, fer the first I remarked at me love engaged in slumber.

  Never taking me eyes from him, I scrambled up to kneel beside him, leisurely kissing his neck, shoulders, and along the length of his side to his belly. I moved to kneel between his legs. As I stretched me legs back out and lowered meself to place kisses along the front of his chest, the fullness of me breasts pressed into his swelling manhood. An intriguing sensation ‘twas!

  Where at first ‘twas immersed in me breasts, soon it be working its way right through as wouldst a snake, seeking to point straight out from between them where it had nestled.

  I rose up a little, and taking in the full view of it, I inhaled sharply.

  Magnificent!

  Observing the breadth of it, me insides responded accordingly with an aching shudder that vibrated through me. Surprised I be with a sudden urge to kiss upon it, which I thought to be a most curious idea.

  Hmm . . . I smiled deliciously to meself, the notion inviting me.

  I glanced up to his face, expecting to find him awake by this point, yet still he was not.

  Hmm, I wonder if he only pretends to still be asleep.

  Caressing his chest with me hands, I lowered me head and cautiously placed me lips around the bourgeoning crown of his organ. I marveled at the uniqueness of the spongy feeling of it between me lips, as I squeezed it between them, before popping it out with a vigourous suck. I then went back and swirled me tongue all about it, becoming quite engrossed in the rhythm of this newfound activity. I felt as a young lass again sucking on me first piece of toffee!

  I began to hear little moans coming from him, but when I raised me eyes, his remained closed. I could not be certain whether he still slept or not, not that it mattered to me either way. I be delighting in this, and I hoped that he be as well— asleep or not!

  I returned to exploring his fascinating instrument. To me delight, it had grown larger as I amused meself with it. I wrapped me hand around the larger, stiffer shaft to raise it upright, just staring at it before me face fer a moment.

  Unhurriedly, I let me tongue glide up the entire length of it, back up to the top. Anxious to see what other exciting spectacles I could do with it, I scrambled back up to me knees, and me head directly over it, plunged me open mouth down upon it. A deeper groan emanated from his throat, provoking me only further. I slurped me way back up to the top, and then set to repeating these motions.

  At that, Donovan opened his eyes. The light of the morning reflecting in them, the expression in his iridescent blue eyes heated. He grasped me gently by the hair, tilting his head back as I took the honoured liberty of continuing me feat on him, bringing forth a whole new arrangement of groans from him. Most pleased I be when I felt him begin to move his hips in sequence with the motions, encouraging me to persist with me ambitious mouth upon his flesh of stone, and I did so fervently.

  Continued as this we did fer several magnificent minutes, me delighting in devouring his organ with me mouth as Donovan stroked and oft times tugged at me hair, and occasionally reaching down to fondle me breasts. I could feel the warmth of the wetness relentlessly streaming out from within me, soaking me thighs thoroughly. It gratified me to please him in this way, yet also did it enrage the smoldering within me.

  So then, most disenchanting ‘twas when— just as we seemed to have a steady rhythm in sync— abruptly Donovan jerked himself from me mouth. Holding me head, he twisted away from me to curl up on his side, groaning with his eyes closed tight as though he be in some sort of pain.

  Why does he turn away from me? Have I done something wrong? I do not understand it at all! If it felt so good, then why does he force me to cease me pleasuring of him?

  I arose from the hard ground that had been me bed fer that one blessed night with him, and stretched up tall, raising me arms high, me body elongating, me breasts rising up high and pert with the exhilaration of the feeling. Naturally, I made sure to do this once he had rolled over onto his back again, standing directly in view of him and certain that I had his full attention. A breeze whispered across me body, instigating me nipples to stiffen.

  The lust returned to Donovan’s eyes, setting them afire once more as his mouth hung open. I detected his tongue dart out the corner of his mouth to catch the drool that be escaping, not of his own volition. Perhaps this would do the trick!

  Donovan stepped forward and placed his hands upon me scant waist, gliding them along me sides slowly, before pulling me to him in a robust manner.

  “The strength in yer hands . . . melt me with yer touch you do.” I muttered as Donovan kissed me neck vigourously, the rigidity of him pressing against me belly.

  “Come with me into the meadow,” I suggested friskily, me hope restoring. “We’ll lie upon the grass together.”

  I sauntered out of the cove, me bare feet sinking into the moist sand, the breeze tickling me skin. I be reveling in me nakedness, as ‘twas, unhidden there in the light of day. And follow me readily, Donovan did. Reaching the edge of the grassy area, still blanketed with the morning mist, I indicated fer him to sit. He did so compliantly, and I took another step to stand right before him, the lower half of me body in direct line with his face, easily within his reach.

  Then, stepping forward once more, I placed one foot to the outside of his crossed legs, the other on the other side, so that me legs were spread as I stood there ever nearer, me sex so close to him, all Donovan need do was stick his tongue out to light it upon me flesh. The thought of it elicited from me a quiver.

  I lingered as that fer an exaggerated moment, knowing how I must be teasing him, teasing meself perhaps more, as I felt me juices within rapidly warming, seeping nearer to the opening. Oh, how I yearned fer him to take advantage of the situation, fer many a night had I fantasized of Donovan’s mouth there upon me tender flesh, melting me body into total surrender more with each lap of his tongue.

  I lowered meself into his lap— attempting not at all to avoid his unrelentingly rigid organ— and thrust me arms about him, crushing me mouth to his. First, in passive resistance, Donovan just sat there and received the assault of me lips upon his. Then, he responded ever so carefully, with lips warm and soft persuading mine to move in a more reticent manner. Still I persisted with me passionate kissing, striving at a last attempt to entice him further.

  At last, Donovan unleashed himself, reciprocating me kisses unrestrained, and even challenging me own intensity, something I could not have believed possible. Then I dipped me head back, me chest rising to meet his face.

  Taking me cue, Donovan took me breasts in his hands, and brought his face to them, the overnight growth of soft stubble upon it tickling me, and covered them with kisses before focusing his mouth upon the centre. When he drew me nipple into his mouth, certain I be never could I know any greater pleasure.

  Donovan suckled me, one and then the other, and then revisiting the first again, until I thought stand any more I could not. The throbbing ache within me pleaded to be alleviated, in the only way it possibly could be— by him.

  Donovan’s organ had grown ever more rigid, the pressure of it firm against me softer flesh. I coul
d still feel the heat of me juices flowing, moistening us with the slickness of it, me flesh liberating to him, his organ haunting it mercilessly.

  Driven nearly insane from his vigourous mouth upon me breasts, I began squirming, and I could feel him gliding effortlessly among the midst of the folds of me flesh which had opened and enfolded him. We were both aware that either of us need do was shift in the slightest and it would vanish within me quite easily.

  And, oh how I did yearn fer that!

  Nevertheless, I did not, waiting instead fer Donovan to initiate that next colossal step fer us. Yet still caught up in me frenzy, I wiggled meself back and forth along his rigidity, establishing a lovely rhythm that be sending me higher and higher, unbridling within me a covetous pursuit fer self-indulgence.

  At long last, me motions created a succession of far-off ripples emanating first from me nethermost inners and spreading throughout me body as waves of pleasure far grander than ever I had fathomed possible! I locked eyes with him, panting desperately.

  Donovan clenched me arms tighter and grunted long and low several times, and fer a moment me hope escalated that he was acquiescing. I needed him now more than ever I had before! I yearned fer him to plunge himself deep within me and reveal to me the dominant side of him never before had I seen, yet still be certain existed within him.

  Instead, to me intense misery, Donovan gently pushed me back, restraining me lips from kissing him, and lifted me off of him. Shattering me hope with it, he left me achingly empty, me insides in a frantic attempt to clutch him, pull him in and hold tight to him.

  “NO! Pull away you cannot . . . Oh, please do not stop!” Trapped in me yearning, I virtually came undone. “I must have you . . . within me . . . please . . . I need to feel you in me . . . NOW!” I shrieked at him breathlessly.

  I felt as though I be burning alive from the inside out! I decided that, if he would not, then I must take matters into me own hands— or, well . . . into somewhere else, actually! Primed to receive him, I made that all too easy shift in me position and . . .

  Abruptly, he pulled his pelvis back and grabbing me by the arms, lifted me up as he stood in one motion. I believe I must have looked at him as though he had slapped me hard across the face.

  “Aislinn, please do be sensible,” he said ruefully. “You know do this we cannot.”

  As a swarm of jellyfishes, his biting rejection stung at me everywhere at once. It made me heart ache, the tears well up. Why does he not want me?

  “None of those conventions matter to me in the least!” I screamed raucously. “So cruel you be, Donovan!”

  I slapped him.

  He preserved his composure surprisingly well.

  “When you kiss me in that way, you must know you make me so HUNGRY!”

  “Oh, but Aislinn, so very kissable you be! Far too irresistible, delicate and elegant!” Donovan retorted too sweetly, kissing me innocently, apparently trying to downplay the whole thing. Quite irritated I be, being not in the disposition fer his sugary attempt to humour me.

  “Yet, apparently, not irresistible enough,” I pouted against his lips.

  After everything I did to rouse him beyond his sensibilities, easy it should have been fer him to give in. So why then does he not? Obviously, he does not yearn fer me the way I yearn fer him. Perhaps he is not attracted to me— at least in that way. Perhaps he still thinks me a child. Will I forever be doomed to be that ‘cute’ young lass in his mind? Perhaps he cannot get over that image of me . . .

  “Aislinn, overturn me whole world you do!” Donovan assured me, his eyes shining with sincerity. Still he held me by the arms.

  “As you have told me before,” I reminded him, smiling an obligatory smile.

  “So I have, than . . .” Donovan smirked knowingly. “Well, I pray you’ll not tire of hearing it, fer true ‘tis!” he declared, his eyes burning into me.

  “You do not know what you do when you look at me that way! Each time we kiss, how you steal a piece of me soul,” I whispered to him, pouting again.

  “Oh Aislinn. How you do make me heart smile,” Donovan murmured, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind me ear and kissing me gently upon the neck to take the sting out of his staunch refusal.

  Remaining silent, I merely smiled back at him affectionately in surrender, as he caressed me hand tenderly, lifting it to plant a soft kiss upon the inside of me wrist, sending shivers through me once more.

  I want yer scent to float in me head as this forever! Oh, that we could stay just as this forever, never returning to the real world! Never do I wish this to come to an end!

  The sun ‘twas brilliantly visible now in the vast blue sky, the billowy white clouds forming a daisy chain.

  Sulkily, I brushed me fingers through the dew moistened grass. As though to cheer me, just then a silken black butterfly alighted upon me shoulder. I looked at it cross-eyed and smiled.

  The trek home ‘twas quiet. I aside him, just enjoying lying me head upon his shoulder, relishing the last bits of uninterrupted moments I would spend with him. I closed me eyes and all too soon we were before the grand manor house.

  As Donovan pulled the cart up, Deirdre came running out of the house. “Aislinn, Donovan! You must move inside quickly!” Not accustomed I be to seeing her in any sort of frantic state. I hopped down, and she swiftly clutched me by the arm, dragging me along toward the front door.

  Donovan secured the horses and followed after.

  “What be this about, Deirdre?” Donovan demanded in a tone that I also not be accustomed to hearing.

  “Aislinn’s father, he was here, not long ago. Fortunate you are not to have passed him on the road!” she explained anxiously.

  Hardly able to believe me ears, I just gaped at her.

  Me father? Here?

  It had been two years since I had left his home and he had not made the effort to come after me. So why now?

  Donovan spoke up, “What say he, Deirdre?”

  “Calm he was at first, so I came to the door to attend to him. Aislinn he wanted, naturally. However, when I assured him you were not here, rapidly he became belligerent. Starting ranting about requiring a negotiating tactic with the English and how you were finally going to make yourself useful,” Deirdre described breathlessly.

  “Frightened me poor baby, he did! He would not accept that you were not here and was attempting to barge into the house when Fergus arrived home at a most fortuitous time and commanded him to depart from here. Bitterly he departed, shouting all the while that everyone within this house would regret it if he discovered you to be here.”

  Donovan remained composed. I, on the other hand, was trembling with distress, me belly tied in knots.

  What if he came fer me again? I’d rather die than have him drag me back there fer only God knows what purpose he has in mind!

  “Do not fret, me love,” Donovan assured me, taking me in his arms. “It will be fine. I will see to it.”

  I buried me face in his chest fer one second and then pulled away suddenly. “How do you know it will all be fine?” I demanded skeptically. “Precisely what do you presume to be able to do to stop me father?”

  To me dismay, he did not have an answer. Me heart sank a little.

  “Donovan, the only thing you can do to save me from him is to marry me. Now,” I stressed. “Elope tonight, we must! Then far away we can go from here where I cannot be found.”

  “Aislinn, we cannot rightly do that. Me apprenticeship I still have to complete. Moreover, still I would not have the means to support you,” Donovan answered, caressing me arm apologetically. “Besides, deprive you of the real wedding you deserve, I will not.”

  “You know I do not care fer that in the least! To become yer wife, Donovan, be all I have ever wanted. It not matter to me how that transpires.”

  Gazing into his eyes, I comprehended there would be no persuading him. Distraught, I pulled out of his grasp and ran to me room, leaving him to look after me in bewilderment.

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bsp; Ever thereafter, that shade of blue has provoked emotions in me that be difficult to endure, still to this day. ‘Tis the reason I can scarcely withstand sunlit, blue sky days. I have now tallied that there be over fifty thousand shades of blue.

  After having slept alone every night of me life preceding that monumental day, spending the night within his arms served to be the most profound experience. Subsequently, I could not imagine reverting to sleeping without his arms to hold me, though endure it fer nearly two more years I thought I would have to. Oh, how I wanted to beg him to stay as I watched him go . . .

  Oh, to have known the true measure of what I would truly be forced to endure. Always affects me now it does still— ‘tis difficult to sleep, feeling so very alone, wishing his arms about me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The year be 1710. At long last, our wedding day be imminent, arranged to be on the twenty-second of June, harmonious with Litha, the summer solstice. ‘Twenty years old I be then, and in that day, ‘twas nearly a right old maid I be, at that!

  “Aislinn, I have arranged for my seamstress to make your dress,” Deirdre haughtily announced one day a few months before the wedding.

  What? Though I be already exceedingly grateful to her fer all she had done fer me, I did not wish to be further indebted to her.

  “Deirdre, that be most gracious of you, still accept that kind of generosity I cannot.”

  “Now Aislinn, don’t you go being all humble with me!” Deirdre scolded. “You may not have a shred of dignity, but if I am going to hold this wedding here at my home, I’ll not have the star of my festivity dressed in rags!”

  She be resolute in her insistence, staring down at me with her hands upon her hips, brows raised and mouth tight. Although, to her, the definition of rags be something entirely different than it be to me.

  Fully aware that arguing with her would be a futile effort, I sighed brashly, rolling me eyes. “Certainly, then. After all, I wouldn’t want to spoil yer shindig, Deirdre,” I agreed less than eagerly.