Their Outlaw Bride (Bridgewater Brides)

by Delta James

  “She thinks ye want her arse,” said Gavan.

  “Nay, lass, yer not ready for that, but, in time. Tonight, I just want to fuck ye cunny like Gav did, and you liked it when he stroked yer cunny, didn’t ye? Let me bring ye the same kind of pleasure.”

  She nodded, burying her head against Gavan’s chest as he held her, stroking her hair and lifting her face to his for a kiss. Elizabeth heard a kind of gravelly purr coming from Caelan as he parted her ass cheeks and stroked downward, stopping to swirl around her back entrance before continuing down to expose her swollen vulva.

  “Ye left our bride swollen and covered in yer seed, Gav. Gawd, she’s so beautiful. We are the most fortunate of men to have such a fine girl as our bride.”

  Elizabeth groaned in frustration, prompting both her husbands to chuckle.

  Caelan, once more, parted her lower lips and probed her entrance, drawing forth her natural lubricant and coating his cock with it.

  “Easy, lass. Let me fill ye and bring ye pleasure,” Caelan crooned.

  Kneeling behind her, Caelan grasped her hips to hold her in place as he lined up his staff with her sheath and thrust forward, burying himself deep within her. She caught her breath, as her pussy had just so recently been breached for the first time. Elizabeth should have been trying to get away from him. Instead, his dominant possession of her made her scream in ecstasy as her body shuddered with a tremendous orgasm.

  He stayed still, allowing her body to begin to recover. Caelan then drew back and surged forward again.

  “Good girl, Lizzie. Ye like it when yer husbands fuck ye, don’t ye?” he groaned.

  “Yes,” she cried.

  “Tis nothing wrong in that, Lizzie. A wife should be able to enjoy the attention of her husbands and know that her happiness and pleasure is foremost in their thoughts,” agreed Gavan.

  Caelan’s forceful thrusting provided a combination of exquisite joy, tinged with discomfort. She arched her back in primal response to his claiming as he surged forward again. Each time as the tip of his cock hit her cervix, she could feel his cock swelling even larger.

  He was in complete and utter control, her body merely the receptacle for his lust and pleasure. Caelan continued to plow her pussy with his mighty staff; his control seemed to be eroding. He grasped her hips harder and drove into her, repeatedly slamming into her. Elizabeth’s body was rocked by the power of her response to him. She was unprepared for her body’s ability to recover, only to begin the process of climaxing again.

  Elizabeth clung to Gavan, who continued to hold and kiss her. One hand stole underneath her, and he played with her nipples, pinching and tugging as they’d discovered she liked. He had figured it out without her having to verbalize it. She was past thought, beyond the ability to form words, but she knew, in her soul, she’d been meant for this. Caught between two men, used by them, pleasured by them.

  She moaned as Caelan continued to drive into her, causing her to orgasm repeatedly. It didn’t take long for Elizabeth to lose herself to the physical sensations he continued to elicit from her and to lose count of how many times she climaxed. Combined with the cock being used to toss her into the whirlwind of an orgasmic storm was the one beneath her becoming engorged again.

  At last, Caelan’s cock seemed to have doubled in size inside of her. He rammed into her, sinking his shaft as deep as he could get it and waited for a moment.

  The sensation bordered on painful, until she felt his cum spurting into her, coating and bathing the ravaged walls of her pussy. Caelan had ceased moving his hips, but she could feel his cock pumping his seed deep into her body. Her sheath began to pulse in time to his release so that it, too, worked to catch his semen as deeply within her as it could.

  When at last he had finished, he kissed the nape of her neck.

  At the same time, Gavan kissed her mouth.

  Caelan uncoupled from her gently, lying down on one side of the big bedroll.

  Gavan lifted her off his body and placed her between them as he laid down on her other side.

  Exhaustion and physical exertion claimed her as her husbands settled down on either side, snuggling against her. She knew she would be sore, but she had never felt as sated and content in her life. For the first time in her life, she knew she belonged.

  4

  CAELAN

  * * *

  The next morning, Caelan sat by the campfire, setting the coffee on to perk and setting out the things they would have for breakfast. Gavan had walked down to the creek to wash off the night’s excesses. Caelan glanced over at their beautiful bride, twirling his wedding band around his finger.

  “Gawd, there’s a part of me that wishes like hell she hadn’t been a virgin last night,” said Gavan as he rejoined him.

  “Can I guess which part?” Caelan quipped.

  “Aye, the same part of yers that wishes the same thing. She was spectacular, wasn’t she?”

  “She was, indeed,” agreed Caelan. “I didna think anything has ever felt as good as sinking my shaft in her cunt. Ye shattered her maidenhead. She was slick with yer seed, and ye stretched her good. But, still, her cunny fit my cock like a custom-made glove. I want to get her home and start training her arse. I want to fuck her there while ye take her pussy.”

  Gavan nodded. “Aye. Did ye bring any of the plugs? It probably wouldn’t hurt her if she wore a small one for a bit this morning.”

  “We are planning to stay for a few days, are we not?”

  “I think she needs to rest. She was exhausted last night, and not just from our claiming. But I know ye are keen to claim her arse, and it wouldna hurt her to start getting used to the idea not only that her body belongs to us now, but that she will mind. I didna think she’s had a lot of that in her life.”

  “I agree. Poor lass was just left with no one to help or guide her. I did bring the two smallest plugs, not knowing what ye had planned. I don’t think taking a few days here would hurt anything. I cabled Bridgewater and told them we were claiming our bride and might well be a few days getting home. Besides, she canna have slept well being in jail like that,” said Caelan.

  “We may have used her hard last night, but I’ll nae say she didn’t sleep well after. Did ye see how she curled between us like she’d always been there?”

  Caelan smiled. “Ye do know the chances of her waking up and being the sweet, compliant girl we ended up snuggled next to last night are slim to none.”

  Gavan chuckled. “I wouldna place any money on slim. I suspect the spitting wildcat will be back, in spades. She’s most likely to be embarrassed by her reaction, and a wee bit sore. Neither of us would be considered small.”

  “Aye, but I do think we should get credit for not having her repeatedly last night.”

  “I agree. I think I’m harder for her now than I was last night, when I saw her lying back against you; her nipples stiff, skin flushed, and pussy on display...” He ended the sentence with a sigh.

  “Speaking of which, do ye think we should shave her lady bits? I like running my fingers through those silky curls but, bare, her beauty can’t be hidden from us.”

  Nodding, Gavan answered, “I agree. We can give that some thought. If we decide we want her bare, we could do it when we plug her arse. I’ll do the shaving, and ye can start training her sweet arse.”

  “I may well spend some time later introducing her to sucking cock. I’m like you; now that I’ve had her, I canna wait to have her again. As we’ve all the privacy in the world, we may as well keep the lass naked.”

  “Aye, that way, at least, we can enjoy her beauty.”

  ELIZABETH

  * * *

  Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered open. She couldn’t believe the sun was up, not rising, but having already cleared the horizon. It took her a moment to remember she wasn’t in a jail cell and not scheduled to hang. When she remembered why she wasn’t going to die, and the two men with whom she had shared the momentous night before, and what they had done, she felt herself blu
sh from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. She sniffed and smelled coffee.

  Gavan knelt down beside her, with Caelan taking up a position on the other side. Gavan lifted her body up gently and slid beneath and behind her, cradling her in his arms like she was the most precious thing in the world.

  “Here, sweetheart, I brought ye some coffee. There’s nae cream for it, but I do have sugar, molasses, or chocolate, if ye’d like,” said Caelan, offering her a mug.

  “Chocolate?” she asked.

  She’d only had that sweet treat a few times but, each time, she had savored it.

  “Aye,” he grinned. “Gavan has a serious addiction to the stuff. Instead of cream, or sugar, he adds a couple of dollops of chocolate.”

  “Try it,” Caelan urged. “I’ll bet you like it. Let it sit in the mug for a moment or two to melt and, then, swirl it around to mix it in.”

  Caelan handed her the mug and then fished out a small container which had the confection in it.

  Elizabeth did as he told her before taking a small sip. It was heavenly. There was a slight breeze, and as it passed over her bare skin, Elizabeth realized she was still naked. The things they had done, things they had said all came rushing back to her, and she threw the coffee at Caelan and tried to escape from Gavan’s embrace.

  Instead of being angry, or upset, both men laughed, as Gavan tightened his arms around her, keeping her in place. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the front of his trousers, and realized Caelan was in the same state.

  “Let go of me,” she snarled.

  “Nae, Lizzie. And that’s no way to act, or speak, to either of us.”

  “No,” she wailed, ineffectively trying to pry his hands from around her.

  “Do ye think her nipples are pebbled because of the breeze, or just wanting some attention?” Caelan asked with a grin plastered across his face.

  Elizabeth managed to throw an elbow into Gavan’s chest, causing him to exhale sharply.

  “Lizzie! That’s enough. You can either settle down, sit in my lap, and have some breakfast, or I’ll put you over my knee and spank your pretty bottom. And it is a pretty bottom, isn’t it, Cae?”

  “Aye. ‘Tis beautiful, especially when viewed from behind when yer giving her a good plowing. It’ll be even better when it isn’t her cunny I’m taking.” Caelan reached out and traced her areola with his fingertip.

  Elizabeth squirmed, kicked, and batted at Caelan’s hand, desperate to get away from them both.

  “Lizzie, I told you to behave,” said Gavan with a tone that, while calm, had iron running beneath it.

  “I want my clothes. He can’t just touch me whenever he wants.”

  Caelan crouched down so he was eye level with her. “Aye, lass, I can. Yer my wife, and I will touch ye whenever, wherever, and however I choose, as will Gavan.”

  Elizabeth balled her fist and lunged as far forward as Gavan’s strong arms would allow. Had Caelan not rocked back on his heels, she may well have broken his nose. She thought, for a moment, she had broken free of Gavan, when she was summarily spun around and tossed over his lap, face down.

  Before she could form the requisite words, or any kind of defense, he brought his hand crashing down on her exposed rump. With one hand, he held her upper body down over his hard thighs and, with the other, he collided with her still tender backside.

  Gavan began to spank her as he had in the jail cell only, this time, she was naked and could feel the fresh air all around her. Elizabeth could not believe he was doing this again. He rhythmically, and steadily, covered her backside with blow after stinging blow. She wasn’t able to keep from crying for nearly as long as she had previously, but the worst part was that her arousal had kicked in stronger than before.

  His hand landed targeted swats to her behind before it worked its way down to the juncture of her bottom and her legs. He delivered several well aimed smacks to that sensitive spot, which produced a howl in response before he continued down and punished the backs of her thighs as well.

  “Gavan, please. I’ll behave.”

  All she wanted was for him to stop before the proof of her need started leaking out onto his leg. She glanced up and realized Caelan was watching with keen interest. She could feel Gavan’s erection building beneath her. Elizabeth doubted she was fooling either of her husbands. She was sure they knew what she really wanted was for Gavan to quit spanking her and start fucking her again. Nothing had ever felt righter than the feeling that had come over her when her two husbands had each taken a turn mounting her and claiming her as their own.

  “Do ye think ye can behave now?” Caelan asked, his brogue thickening.

  “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  Caelan chuckled. “Not as much as yer about to be. Gav and I talked earlier; as we plan to stay here a few days, there’s no reason to not start training your arse to take my cock.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide. “It will never fit.”

  She watched Caelan walk over to the saddle bags and pull out a small, smooth, highly polished wooden device shaped like a spade. It had what looked to be a handle that led to a wide base and bulged out and then narrowed to a taper. He held it up to show Gavan before returning to them.

  Gavan stroked her back gently. “Aye, lass, it will. And Cae will make sure ye take pleasure in the act, but that’s why we need to start training yer bottom hole. Trying to punch either of us, or getting away when one of us has ye in his lap, or just wants you close, is going to get ye punished. Sometimes, it will be just a spanking and, then, a good fucking. Other times, something more will be added.”

  Caelan nodded. “I had planned to start ye out later today with both arse training and cock sucking but, as ye chose to give rein to your nasty temper, in addition to yer spanking, I’m going to plug your bottom hole.”

  She squirmed and Gavan landed a series of three harsh swats to her rump. Elizabeth yowled. “I hate you,” she cried. “I hate you both.”

  Caelan chuckled as he reached between her legs. “Those stiff nipples, and the gathering dew between yer legs, says otherwise.”

  As he had the night before, he scooped out some of the slick that seemed to be in abundance whenever he, or Gavan, reached for her. He brought his fingers to his nose and then licked her honey from them before reaching back to get more.

  She tensed as he trailed his finger between her butt cheeks and massaged her bottom hole. Elizabeth tried to move away, but Gavan had her trapped.

  “Nay, Lizzie. We will touch ye wherever we choose, and ye need to accept that.”

  Caelan pressed against her puckered hole, and she clutched at the blankets, moaning as it gave way and allowed his thumb to enter.

  “Caelan? Gavan?” she pleaded softly.

  “Is he hurting ye, lass?” asked Gavan.

  She shook her head. “I just…”

  “Will behave yourself,” he completed for her as he pressed his thumb deeper.

  “Relax, Lizzie,” Caelan said, removing his thumb. “I’m not planning to breach ye with my cock today, but ye need to put yourself in the proper frame of mind.”

  “And what frame is that?” she asked, bordering on tears.

  Both men chuckled before Gavan stroked the crack between her cheeks and then plunged a finger back in her now relaxed and yielding hole.

  She gasped at the unexpected invasion. There was some sting associated with it, and a feeling of fullness she had never experienced back there but, if she were being honest, it wasn’t painful, nor was it completely unpleasant.

  “The frame that reminds ye that ye’ve two husbands to please and to mind; that these two husbands love ye and have vowed to protect, cherish, and provide for ye. Part of that includes seeing that yer life is full to the brim with affection and loving. Ye’ll be stroked and petted. Yer a beautiful woman, Lizzie. Any man would be proud to be married to ye and would have trouble keeping his hands off ye.”

  “And ye like our having our hands on ye, don’t ye?”
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  Elizabeth nodded, bit her lower lip, and flexed her fingers into the blankets again. She didn’t want to be enjoying this, but she was. There was something incredibly arousing about the way both took command and expected her to accept that. If she didn’t do so with good grace, they had both made it clear she would find herself on the wrong end of a spanking.

  “There’s a good lass,” he said, removing his finger and returning to rub her tender backside and the small of her back.

  Caelan reached back between her thighs, penetrating her wet heat with two fingers.

  “Ach, Gav, she’s soaked. I think our wife is not so opposed to having her bottom hole breached as she wants us to believe. Ye are not to lie to us, Lizzie. Wives who lie to their husbands get their bottoms spanked, and a mouthful of soap.”

  She tensed. Even though a spanking seemed to always make her aroused, she didn’t like them and didn’t want another.

  “Easy Lizzie,” soothed Gavan. “Cae was only teasing you about how wet you got when he fingered yer arse. There’s nothing shameful in enjoying the loving attentions of yer husbands. But he wasn’t teasing about lying.”

  Caelan removed his fingers and began to slather what he had removed from her pussy over the head of the wooden object. Spreading her cheeks apart, he slowly worked the plug between them, pressing it forward against her dark rosebud before it, too, gave way and allowed him to insert it fully.

  Elizabeth gave a soft cry of release. She said nothing, but began to softly cry.

  “Shh, Lizzie,” crooned Gavan. “There’s no need for tears. You were a naughty girl, got your bottom spanked and plugged, and that’ll be the end of it.”

  “Take it out, please?” she wailed.

  “Does it hurt?” asked Caelan, clearly concerned.

  “No, but it’s wrong.”

  “Not if yer husbands tell ye it isn’t and, especially, if they tell ye how fetching it looks between your swollen buttocks and how much it pleases them that yer such a brave lass.”