Chapter 9
‘I am your husband now,’ said the Laird, as we began to walk along the long, winding country roads towards his manor. ‘We will need to formalise it, of course, with the usual ceremony, which will take place at my manor house as soon as possible, and we need to…’ he smacked his lips together, ‘consummate it. But to all intents and purposes, you are my wife.’
‘Sir,’ I said, shivering in just a nightgown, sodden with strange white spunk, and the overcoat my father had thrown over my shoulders before I left his house. ‘What… what happened last night?’
The Laird turned and looked at me, his expression amused. It was the first time I had seen him doing anything even approaching a smile. ‘There is a lot you need to learn about me, my dear,’ he said, looking down at me. ‘About my insatiable appetite. My hunger. I am a very demanding man. And I will be making great demands of you as my… as my…’ The Laird’s voice grew gruffer and deeper, a change in him which I had already come to recognise. I looked down at his kilt and noticed the bulge emerging.
‘Quick,’ said the Laird. ‘Behind this tree.’ He fumbled quickly with his kilt, revealing his desperate snake, which had already grown thick and turgid and red with blood, and I knew how much he needed to release his liquid again. Every time I saw that snake it made the space between my own legs tingle, as if I could somehow feel what he felt, and I needed a release too.
The Laird pushed me against a nearby tree, and I thought for a brief moment about the oak tree that had hit the Laird’s horse last night. I knew, too, that I had climbed the very tree that I was now pressed up against. I knew its branches very well, in fact, though now, suddenly, I had lost all interest in tree-climbing.
The Laird’s dark eyes seemed like two black pools, drinking me in, pulling me towards them as if by some dark magic. ‘I am hungry again, Jenny,’ he said, looking down at me, his breath heavy and lustful.
‘I can tell…’ I whispered, wondering what he was about to do to me out here.
Suddenly, he pushed my arms round behind the trunk of the tree, and removed his belt. He tied my arms behind the tree, and I half feared that he was going to run and leave me here, within striking distance of my parents’ cottage. I could even see the cottage from here… I hoped my parents could not see me.
‘I have a problem, Jenny…’ said the Laird, stroking the hair away from my clavicle, taking a step away from me to take me in, chained to the tree like his prisoner. ‘I have an appetite that far exceeds that of other men.’
He began to remove his blood-red hunting jacket, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on me. ‘And you make me hungrier than ever,’ he said, hanging his jacket on a nearby branch.
‘Why me?’ I asked, my breath catching fearfully at the back of my throat.
‘You are a wild creature,’ said the Laird, unbuttoning his shirt, ‘just like me.’ He threw his shirt to the floor, and reached out towards me, stroking my nightdress, his coarse, manly hands working their way up my inner thighs, closer and closer to my glistening sex.
He was so close to me I could smell him, the animal lust of him.
‘I am gonnae take you, Jenny, and I am gonnae take you often,’ said the Laird, his fingers now on my bare pubis. I shivered at his touch. Suddenly, his fingers touched the outer lips of my delicate wee pussy, and I gasped. The Laird’s eyes widened, and he groaned. ‘You, my dear, are the only one who can even begin to satiate me.’
His fingers, so sure of themselves now we were out here in the open, away from my parents’ house, pushed quickly and slickly deep inside my sex, causing me to make a wee moan of discomfort, which caused the Laird to smile. ‘I love breaking a new one in,’ said the Laird wickedly, and I hated him for it.
‘My parents could see us from here,’ I murmured, though my heart was not really in the words. ‘My father could shoot you…’
‘A wee bit of danger makes me even hungrier,’ said the Laird, his fingers exploring my insides, stroking me in long, upward, beckoning movements. ‘You are a wet wee thing, aren’t you?’ said the Laird, smiling at me, evidently pleased. ‘Such a nice treat for my big, ravenous cock.’ I think at that moment, he must have seen the scowl on my face, for he added: ‘Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.’
You already have, I wanted to add, but I was beginning to feel far too full of lust to speak. In fact, I found myself moving my groin up and down, riding his fingers as if they were the saddle of a horse, riding them and riding them, fucking them exactly as I wanted, exactly where it felt good.
‘You have no idea how hard it was not to fuck you last night,’ said the Laird. ‘Just thinking about it made me hard, over and over again…’ He began stroking his meat now, and I could smell the deep, sexual scent rising up from it.
Suddenly, with one swift and powerful movement, the Laird grabbed me by the hips, and lifted me high into the air, then dropped me onto the tip of his cock. I was so warm and wet that I slipped down onto him with ease, his long, stiff cock sliding all the way up inside me, as far as it would go, filling up every inch of me and making me moan with delight.
‘Oh, my husband…’ I murmured.
‘You like that do you, Jenny?’ asked the Laird, wiping the hair from my face and stroking my cheek. ‘You like it when your giant stallion puts his big, hard cock into you?’
I nodded, and moaned some more.
‘Well, how do you like this?’ asked the Laird, grabbing my ass hard with both hands, pulling me apart like he was splitting open a peach, drawing his enormous, long cock out of me, as far as it would go, teasing my soft pink entrance with the engorged tip of his spear, and then plunging inside me again.
‘Oh!’ I cried out.
‘Do you like that?’ asked the Laird.
‘Aye,’ I moaned, willing him to do it again, to plunge his rod as deep inside me as it would go.
‘I want you to shout out to me how much you like it,’ said the Laird, pulling me apart once more, drawing his fleshy sword out of me, and then piercing me again, even harder this time, as I screamed.
‘I like it!’ I shouted, not caring if my entire family heard me. ‘I like it so much!’
The Laird smiled, then began pounding into me faster, harder, more urgently. ‘It seems that my wee lady is braver than I thought,’ he said, breathing into me ear. ‘And I like it when she screams.’ He pounded faster. ‘Scream for me again, wee one.’
He grabbed my ass cheeks again, and then I suddenly felt something strong and coarse inserting itself into my delicate back passage, causing me to shriek and scream , trying to move free, but unable to go anywhere, my hands locked behind the tree, my pussy skewered on the Laird’s meat. ‘That’s my finger in your asshole,’ said the Laird. Then he grinned. ‘You’re lucky I haven’t put two up there.’
As he fucked me, he began stroking my back passage with his finger, at first softly, and then, as I loosened up, it was like he was beckoning my insides to come for him, his finger flicking in and out of me with quick, urgent movements.
‘Oh aye,’ said the Laird, fucking me so fast he could barely talk. ‘If you scream again, I am going to come, so hard.’
With one hand focusing on my asshole, the Laird now brought his other hand to my pussy, and began circling a tiny button of flesh at the top of my opening as he fucked me, making my thighs suddenly fill with sparks and uncontrollable shakes, until I could barely stand. The more that I shook and cried out, the more that the Laird seemed to like it, until finally his finger was circling my special button so fast that I screamed louder than I had ever screamed before. I felt an almighty heat rising up the insides of my thighs, spreading across my belly, and finally centring on my cunt, where I felt a swirling energy build up, and then start to pulse and throb, until my muscles were clenching and unclenching around the Laird’s dick, making him moan with lust and desire, and causing his cock to throb too, in time with my sex, so that we were just one, united mass of throbbing, coming, orgasm, an
d I could no longer tell which one of us was which.
Finally, the Laird began to move his cock out of me, very slowly, and when he had pulled it out completely, I saw those familiar spurts of white fluid, still flying out of the small slit in his meat’s tip, splashing across my nightgown, painting me again with his seed.
‘Oh, my delicious meal,’ said the Laird, kissing me hungrily as his cock continued to splash me with hot, white liquid. ‘I shall be fucking you every hour of every day from now on. You are delectable.’
Chapter 10
Finally, after five or six more episodes like this one, in which the Laird could bear it no more, and could no longer walk forwards due to the terrible pressure building up in his cock, finally - we made it back to his manor. I couldn’t believe it when I saw what an almighty palace he lived in. It went storeys high, and looked like something from a fairytale. It had ivy growing up the walls, and the most bonny wild plants growing in the garden. Everything was unkempt and wild, but ripe for exploring.
As soon as we got inside the mansion, the Laird dragged me upstairs. ‘You can meet the servants later,’ he said. I noticed one maid downstairs, looking up at me in my spunk-splashed nightgown and overcoat, no doubt thinking what a strange and sorry sight this young thing was, but the Laird didn’t care about that. He pulled me into his chamber, and locked the door behind him.
I gasped as I saw the majesty of this room. ‘My bed chamber,’ said the Laird, closing the door behind me and leading me over to a startlingly large four-poster bed. Each of the bedposts looked like it had been carved out of solid gold, and the thick, rich drapes which hung over them appeared to be made of velvet, or some kind of material you might expect a king’s robe to be made out of, not simply a curtain for a bed!
Completely bowled over by the décor, I almost forgot that the Laird was standing beside me, and when I looked back at him again I saw that he had removed his shirt, and was now standing beside me, running his fingers across my neck.
‘You are a such a filthy wee wench,’ he said, running his hands over the smooth flesh of my buttocks, and I hoped all this talk of my filth did not refer to any real smell. My new husband had splashed his seed across me so many times now that I must confess a bath would be most welcome, but, failing that, it would be a relief at least to remove this old nightgown. As if reading my mind, I felt the Laird lifting my nightgown, and heard him taking a long, deep breath behind me, and then I felt the breath from his nostrils tickling the skin between my legs, and realized that he was smelling my sex! I felt outraged for a moment, then terrified, and then, finally, I felt aroused. I lifted my arms in the air and removed my nightgown, causing my enormous breasts to tumble out, wild and free, as finally, for the first time, I presented myself, completely naked, to my husband.
Before I had long to deliberate upon this new state of vulnerability, I felt the crack of something hard and unforgiving against the delicate flesh of my backside, and I heard the Laird groan with pleasure. Then I felt him crack something against my skin again. What was it? My skin ached far more than it had done with the tailor previously. The pain seared me, and I wonder if I’d be left with a scarlet mark across my buttocks.
But then, as before, the pulsing sensation of pain gave way to something sweeter, and my backside began to throb with pleasure, the pleasure radiating inwards, towards my center, towards my delicate sex, which longed now to be touched.
‘I’m gonnae skelp you once more,’ said the Laird, and I turned my face a wee bit, so that I could see him behind me. ‘It helps to satiate my hunger.’ He was holding a riding crop, and his cheeks were flushed. As my eyes trailed down to his chest, and then his waist, I found myself staring at his dick, with a growing desire in me. I knew that I was beginning to become as insatiable as him.
Seeing me looking upon his giant dick, the Laird cracked the riding crop down onto my bottom again, this time so hard that it made me shudder, and pushed me up the bed an inch or two. Then, before I had time to recover, I felt the Laird pulling my legs apart with his strong palms, and then inserting a finger, quickly and greedily, into my juicy opening. I immediately sucked his finger up into the length of me, and was relieved that this time there was no discomfort, other than a slight pinching at first. Soon, he pushed in another finger, and then another, and then, when he was satisfied that I was wet and ready enough, I felt the thick, raging tip of his member pressing against my delicate, moist opening.
‘Let me in, you filthy animal,’ the Laird muttered, and hearing his annoyance sent a shiver of excitement through me, as it made me know how desperate he was for me. Again. It seemed this man would never tire of me! Immediately, I felt my sex soften even further, and I sucked his dick all the way inside me, until it filled every tiny inch of me, all the way up to my cervix.
The Laird groaned with delight at the feeling of my tight, moist muscles, clenching around his giant manhood, and he soon began to grind his hip and thrust his member in and out of me, forcing me to succumb completely to his every move. ‘My naughty wee mare,’ he murmured, as suddenly, he pulled his dick out of me, and then flipped me over, so that I was lying on my back, looking up at him. For a dreadful moment I feared that I had done something wrong, that he was going to strike me again, but this time upon the face, or somewhere more painful, but then he grabbed my head and pulled it towards him, so that my lips were encircling his dick, and my mouth was so wide that I feared my jaw might dislocate if I had to take the whole length and girth of this thing into my throat. But, without that fear himself, he pushed his dick all the way over my tongue and into me, and I groaned as the tip of his dick caught the back of my tongue, almost making me gag, my eyes widening with the huge lump of meat filling up my mouth.
The Laird smiled at my discomfort, and then pulled his member out from between his lips, and pushed my hands hard behind my head, pinning me down while he thrust his member back inside my sex. This time, smeared with my saliva, and now that my opening was dripping wet with honey, his dick went into me easily, and he become more confident thrusting inside me harder and harder, until he was rutting against me like a wild, untamed animal, and I was merely a vessel for all of his angry passions. And something about being that vessel felt good, I wanted him to fill me up with his anger, to expel all his tension and hatred inside me, to let it fly out of him along with his seed, and I even found myself wriggling against his grip, tensing my muscles to anger him further, which sent him into a frenzy of rage, causing his cheeks to turn as scarlet as my dress, and then, crying out, I felt his dick swell to almost twice the size, causing me to cry out in pain, before it began to throb and pulse, spewing out huge, thick dollops of his seed, deep within me.
Finally, when his dick finished throbbing, he collapsed on top of me, causing the air to escape my lungs, and almost taking my breath away entirely. Eventually, he lifted his face and held it over mine, his eyes watery with satisfaction and pleasure, dazed, as I’m sure mind also appeared. ‘I am never, ever, going to get bored of fucking you,’ he said, firmly. ‘Never.’
I lay back, satisfied and filled with pleasure. ‘Alright, my husband,’ I said, smiling. That’s fine by me.’ And, truly, it was. For my husband was the entire, untamed, Scottish countryside, all rolled into one perfect, wild, body… and I intended to explore him as often as possible.
PART THREE
A TEST OF HER FAITH
Chapter 11
‘Come in sister, come out of the cold,’ said that Mother Superior. The woman before me was slim and austere. She wore a dark grey wimple, just like me, although hers was surrounded by an intricate golden trim. This was the mark of the Sisters of Crannach Abbey, the oldest order of nuns serving the Lord in the Kingdom of Scotland. After years of training and service at my home diocese of Glencoe, I had finally been allowed to make the long, dark journey to Crannach and join the holy sisterhood.
‘Thank ye, Reverend Mother,’ I said to the stern-looking woman in front of me. I was so relieved
to be allowed to come in from the cold. The entrance chamber of the priory was not overly warm, but it was a much-needed reprieve from the harsh blowing wind of the outside.
‘It is a pleasure dear, and a pleasure to welcome ye to our community,’ she said as we started to walk together through the high-ceilinged entranceway. I could smell incense being burned somewhere nearby, and it was almost silent in here, save for our soft footsteps. ‘Do ye have no things?’ she asked.
‘No, Reverend Mother, no possessions whatsoever. Nothing save for the clothes on my back.’
‘Very good,’ she said.
At the end of the rather chilly room stood a man. I was a wee bit surprised to see a man in the priory. I’d always assumed that men and women were not allowed to mix in monastic settings, and that the only men I might see would be servants and tradesman.
‘This is our Chaplain, Dr. McLelland. He tends to the needs of the flesh of the sisters here. Although the Lord above looks after our souls, the occasional ailment does slip between these holy walls. Dr. McLelland is always here to look after any needs that the sisters might have. Isn’t that right, doctor?’
The doctor stepped forward and his face was lit by a nearby glowing brazier. I could see that he was a middle-aged man, just starting to grey around the temples. He had a furrowed, concerned brow, and seemed almost as though he had caught a whiff of something nasty on the air.
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