“Oh my, Mister Seumas. It’s quite a monster down here.”
“Touch it. Your curiosity is my pleasure.”
She obliged and took her oath of coddling his cock quite seriously. She fondled it and rubbed it shaft to head, feeling the surge of blood go through him. He was uncircumcised and she loved pulling the head out of the skin and bundling it back in. As much fun as she was having, she wasn’t sure what to do next to such a god amongst men.
He understood the look and smiled. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready yet. But I’ll tell you what you can do for me…”
He guided her over to his side then pushed her up and over, letting her throttle his lying body. He grabbed his cock in his hand and with his fingers guided it to slide in between her lips, grazing the clitoral hood. She was wide-eyed and curious at first, playing along by shifting her clit and lips along his cock. But soon, the friction intensified and her clit started to burn with a throbbing sensation.
“Ohhh…yes! I like this. You’re such a knowledgeable man, aren’t you?”
“Not really. I just adore the feminine figure. And I can think of all sorts of profane, terrible things to do with our vessels.”
“Ahhh!” she cried, riding his cock along her clitoris faster, but careful not to slip and penetrate. “This is making me want to scream again…” she said, shifting side to side and concentrating on the friction that was buzzing out of control.
“Then come again.”
“Auuhhhh!” she screamed grabbing her breasts and hollering to the mountains, her voice echoing like a bird.
She lay down to the side of Seumas, her breaths fast and choking. “I want you to feel what I felt.”
“Stroke me.”
She sighed deeply and gently encompassed his cock in her hands. She could already feel his energy, his surge inside wanting to bubble forth like a fountain. She stroked him hard and fast, squeezing him, then rubbing him then delicately flushing her fingers across his head. She played with his erection for long minutes on end…but she couldn’t make him lose control as easily as he did to her.
“Now is not the time. But it’s all right. I got what I wanted. I wanted to see you lose control. Scream in ecstasy. The day is not over and heaven knows what lies ahead of us.”
*
Torra spent the dusk outside, fearing nothing except her future. She felt safe in the warrior’s arms. He was a comforting presence: large and agile, and best of all with an aura of magic. She couldn’t help but caress his naked body, even as his fur coat covered them from the cool winds.
“I don’t see how you can do it,” Torra said. Have such emotional intimacy with a person and then say goodbye. I suppose that’s just the innocent virgin in me talking.”
“Because I’ve never had much choice,” he said calmly but wistfully. “Many of those I’ve loved were taken from me. I avenged some of them. Not others. But their memories never left me. The first time…no…the first few times, I felt guilt. For trying to move on with my life and start new friendships. But after a while, and after experiencing so much heartache, you start to feel grateful for the moments you do have. No sense in comparing them. You’re grateful for life.”
“Aye. I am grateful for you, Seumas. Even though you’re destined to walk away from me.”
“If I had a choice then I would stay. Protect your family. Live like a normal man. But I’ve already been called to this fight. I figure if I die, then I’ll leave all my money to you. Make sure you get something from it. See what I mean? I am a good husband…even if I only last a week, I’ll be a good provider.”
“Shame on you, Seumas,” she said, slapping his arm. She found his eyes and looked into his tired and weary soul. “Why do you feel obligated to do this? This oath of yours?”
“What else am I to do? Why are you obligated to watch over your mum and father?”
She eyed him in wonder and resentment. “What if…I honored you before them? If I left to go be with you, and follow you into battle. Letting them fend for themselves. Would it mean anything to you?”
Seumas stared in flinching pain. “Why would you ask something like that?”
“Because I must know this. Would you give up your quest for me? If I was willing to give up my family for you?”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Why?” she said, finding his eyes and sitting up, eager to resolve the issue.
“Because. This is all I know.” terrible
“All you’ve told me all this time is how dreadful life has treated you. How terrible the life of a highlander is. What if I could make it go away? Not by magic, but by love?
He almost answered on reflex but instead, peered into her eyes, wondering what indeed was his destiny. “And speaking in theory…where would we go?”
“Away from here. Away from these warriors, from my father. Away from everybody.”
He smiled, a bit uncomfortable as if he was too hard-hearted to dream anymore.
“I would feel obligated to help your family, at least for now. Obligated to ward off the other highlander, at least one of them. The one you ought to fear.”
“Only if you let me help. Because, if you really want to marry me, Seumas, we go into battle together.”
He kissed her in approval. Sure, he liked the way dreams sounded. He enjoyed fantasy landscapes of Elysian fields and paradise calling to him. But what was any of this in reality?
**
III
The mood was somber as Seumas and Torra made their way home, neither of them too eager to face the patriarch. Seumas entered the home first, immediately provoking Kincaid who had been resting and drinking.
“You have some guts, man,” Kincaid said, spitting and roaring in disfavor. Showing your face in my house. Did I not make my self clear?”
“Yes, you did,” Seumas said, staring calmly.
“Then get out.”
“Father…” she said softly. “Seumas wants to marry me.”
He fumed at the thought. His nostrils flared and his face turned red as blood. “I didn’t hear you. And if you say it again for my benefit, I will slap you girl, in front of this fool you brought home.”
“Father! How dare you!”
“There’s no need to be upset, Torra,” Seumas said. “It is what we expected.”
“We?” Kincaid roared back. “Why we? What did you do to her, you sorcerer?”
“I did nothing but what she asked. What she wanted.”
“My stupid daughter doesn’t know what she wants. How dare you force herself upon her.”
“I did no such thing…”
“Yes, you did! Girls cannot make up their own minds when they’re this young. You manipulated her.”
“She is a grown woman. As I am a grown man.”
“No. You’re not.” He rammed his big belly into Seumas’ ribs and glared. “I am a man. You are not a man. You’re not even a human being. Not really. You are an evil messenger, the wrath of the Devil. You come here and dare to tell me about my daughter? Get out of here. Or so help me I will kill you.”
“Father, please!” Torra said, breaking down and crying. “We don’t ask anything from you except your permission.”
“DENIED! And you are forbidden from leaving this place. If you even think about it, I will kill this imposter. This rapist. And then I will slap all the love right out of your face.”
“How dare you!” Torra screamed, alarming her mother who came out from the bedroom to see the commotion.
“What? What is going on?”
“We’re leaving,” Torra said, speaking through her tears.
“Daughter, don’t go,” Muira said. “I know your father’s a scary man. A fool sometimes. Or oftentimes! But…this man…he isn’t like you or me.”
“She’s right. And he’s right,” Seumas said, as he looked into the faces of each one there. His lover and Kincaid and Kincaid’s wife. “I am no ordinary man. I have never claimed to deserve anything except the kindness peo
ple give me. If you want me to go, I will go.”
“Leave! Get the fuck out of here!” the patriarch roared, shoving Seumas outside the cottage. “You aren’t wanted. Don’t you ever come back. I forbid this marriage. And so help me, I will kill you. I will behead you faster than I would fuck or shit. Now get the hell out and never come back.”
Seumas look dejected, but agreed. He was a powerful being, no doubt. But the angry words of Kincaid hit home, striking him in his heart where there were only painful memories left. Indeed, what sort of terrible obligation was he putting on this girl, to tear her away from her family?
He took leave, amid screaming family madness. He didn’t want any part of it, or more to the point, he didn’t want to be the cause of any more grief. He had done that, centuries ago, and had memories so dark and troublesome they felt like yesterday.
He didn’t get very far, even after his late night trek. She used all the skills her father ever taught her to sniff him down like a bloodhound. She escaped her home while her parents slept, never once questioning the madness of what she was doing.
It took her a good hour to track him down, to walk over the fields of Valtour and to catch him before he disappeared into the vast wilderness, where he would go to face certain death.
“You silly little girl,” he said, welcoming Torra into his arms. “Why? I left for your own good…you were supposed to stay put.”
“No,” she said crying, causing a small storm of her own. “Because you asked me to marry you. And I said yes.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t say I came running out here, risking certain death, just to have you send me away, Seumas.”
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“Don’t give me anymore about your old life. You said it yourself: life is merely living and enjoying every moment. Don’t ache about the past. Enjoy what you have now. Marry me now, for whatever time we have left.”
“What about your parents? I should go back and…”
“They don’t want ye, Seumas,” she said with a sigh. “They don’t want me. I sold them out, or at least that’s the story they want to remember.”
“But Crestoff…I have to stop him.”
“That’s your choice. But just so you know, my father doesn’t want your help. You owe them nothing.”
“And yet I owe you everything, my sweet bride.”
“I want you inside of me, my love. You are everything to me now. And I want to marry you. Today, or tonight, or tomorrow morning…whenever. Whatever church would have us.”
He said nothing and bit his tongue to keep from arguing with her. Of course it was all a dangerous idea, but how could he say no to her face? Her lovely face, her crying face, that looked upon him as a lover, a father, and a god? He was everything to her and she was now what he lived for.
They made love in the forest that night, this time Seumas created a bed of leaves and grass and a comfortable spot to enjoy a good hearty fuck. They stripped each other bare and walked naked in the forest, playing with each other’s every body part; her hands caressing and exploring his shaft to his balls, and up again to his prick hole; his hands penetrating her pussy and giving her full body spasms the likes of which she had never felt before.
This time she was ready. She wanted his cock inside of her and every damn inch of it. He began cautiously, parting her legs with just one touch. He entered her slowly at first, letting her body get used to his thick cockhead as it softly meandered around her clit. Then he pushed it into her lips and through the entrance, causing a whirlwind of sensation that flashed up to her buzzing head. She spread her legs farther apart and let him push more inches of cock into her waiting walls, each inch feeling like a brand new man.
He kept his breathing strong and his motions controlled. But she was already shaking in excitement and nervous surrender, all the while spreading more of herself open so that he could put himself in. At first his cock pushing through hurt, just a little bit, but he kept the motions fluid and smooth, gentle as the touch of his loving hands.
The sensation was already intense but doubled in pleasure when she grinded against his cock and let their fluids mesh together. They both groaned and panted, singing songs and muttering war poetry as they fucked in green nature, completely uninhibited and fearless—at least for the moment.
Every moment was a lifetime to Seumas and Torra, as they grinded against each other’s bodies and shared everything from sweat, to spit, to spunk, and the blood that flowed through their veins and rippled through their touching skin. His motions became stronger, just as the very winds of the day seemed to pick up in speed, as if moving with him and helping plunge himself deeper.
She hollered in ecstasy as he pushed himself so deep within he discovered a new spot of weakness—a throbbing, pulsating spot that seemed to quiver and twist when he fucked her deep. She grinded and danced her way to orgasm, pulling her legs together behind him and squeezing even more of his power into her.
“Aaahh!” he screamed, letting out a guttural sound that seemed to call down energy from the heavens. When he pulled his cock out and slid it back in, it caressed every tiny morsel of her sensitive skin, sending shockwaves all over her convulsing body.
He could feel his imminent explosion billowing up from deep inside. How she longed to feel him lose control, to grab her body and pull, push and grab tightly, holding on for dear life as he shot his immortal power inside.
She came right as he started cumming, the two lovers digging themselves into the ground with their mad passion—and yes, a bit of ethereal magic, since Torra noticed that when he pulled back, ready for another lunge, they seemed to float off the ground.
When he pummeled her deep and she felt his cock spasming out of control and quickening for a spew, she screamed to the sky. And that’s when she noticed a thunderstorm above her, with lightning bolts descending from the heaven looking as electric and powerful as God’s own sword.
He finally came and pounded the ground beside her until he shoved his hands through solid dirt. His emission shook her whole body, causing a quake of effusive emotion and physical release. When he orgasmed, she didn’t just cum—she left her body for one very long and surreal moment. She looked up and saw nothing but clouds, nothing but moonlight.
She looked down and saw his cock squirming and pulling out of her, still dripping his sperm, which seemed to glow in the night. They both collapsed on the ground and fell to the side of one another, exhaling for life and singing each other’s beautiful names.
Whether or not the god amongst men went back to destroy Crestoff or simply left the vicinity forever, opting not to risk losing the love of his new life, and holding his new bride in his arms, no one from the village knows for sure. All they know in their heart is that he never left her side, not for a moment of time.
THE END
Sent Away to the Highlander
Chapter one
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I would be happy to never be noticed by my family. They see me, as the one that is going to make all their troubles go away. They have been constantly parading aristocratic men in front of me. There has been only one that made my heart flutter with excitement. He has no money and they may not know it, but I plan to marry him and live a normal life away from all of these trappings.” My best friend Tabitha had her life in the palm of her hand. For me, I was a loner and I often found myself going off on my own for days on end. I’d become quite self sufficient.
“I just wished that my family cared enough to come looking for me. I go missing for days and they don’t even lift a finger. Sometimes I return and it’s like they didn’t even notice that I was gone. I know that there are six children, but surely my mother would notice that I was not in my bed at night.” I was fooling myself and my mother was a drunk and my father had disappeared a long time ago. It didn’t remember what he looked like. My mother was working two jobs to put food and a roof over our head. Any time that she came home, she imm
ediately hit whatever liquor was in the cabinet.
“Diana, if I were you, I would be taking full advantage of the fact that they leave you alone. They would only do that, if they thought that you were ready to stand on your own 2 feet.” I had heard through the Grapevine that my father was an English soldier in the army. Apparently he had accolades and medals of bravery. I think I took after him, as I had no fear of the unknown. “Don’t look at it, as they are ignoring you. Look at it, as a sort of freedom that the rest of us don’t have.”
“Tabitha, I’m not like you and the other girls. I don’t aspire to marry someone. I don’t need a man to complete me.” I wanted a man that knew what he had in a woman that had a mind of her own. I didn’t see any prospects on the horizon and I wasn’t going to settle for just anyone. I didn’t care about money and I could live relatively on my own by living off the land. I knew how to hunt and fish. These were two commodities that young daughters didn’t have underneath their belt.
“I see you, as a renaissance kind of girl, Diana. You should look at your differences from the rest of us, as a godsend. You don’t have to contend with the boys nipping at your heels every single second of the day.” I was not considered pretty, but over the last couple years I had developed into my looks. I had these womanly curves underneath. I wore bulky clothing to give the allusion that I was still the same girl that I was before. It didn’t seem to matter and apparently the boys were now looking at me out of the corner of their eyes. I didn’t have any interest in condemning myself to a ball and chain around my ankle.
We were on the outskirts of town and I’d just packed my meager belongings for another long overdue getaway. I didn’t know how long I would be gone and there were times when I took off that I didn’t even know that I would be back at all. I walked away from Tabitha, feeling more empowered and not, as some kind of outsider. I didn’t care what other people thought. I wasn’t going to abide by conventional thinking.
My three brothers and two sisters had never really treated me with kindness. They didn’t ridicule me or tease me, but they did make me feel like I was not a part of the family. I guess being the baby had given me the unconditional love from my mother. That of course didn’t last very long and her true love was the bottle.
Stolen By A Highlander (Scottish Pregnancy Romance) Page 58
