10 FEISTY FILLIES - Romance Collection Short Stories Bundle: (TABOO EROTICA) (Candy Girl Series)

by Lucy Lixx

  “Finally a decent bed warmer!” – He barked at the other women, fueling their disdain for me. I tried to remove myself for him but I couldn’t. I felt his hands all over me, travelling from my bosom to my skirt, lifting it up. In a second, I felt his hand between my legs and I froze. No one had ever touched me there and I had no idea what I should do. In front of all those people, Henry bent me over and lifted my skirt. I tried to move but I couldn’t. It was as if the people around me simply didn’t care about my agony and they all stood looking at Henry ready to take me. I heard him untie his breaches and I closed my eyes. That was it, my fate was sealed.

  “Take your hands off her Henry.” – I heard a deep and rough voice. It was Scott, speaking ever so gently. No one could notice any anger in his voice, it was a basic command and it had to be obeyed.

  “Young master, I’m sorry I never realized…” – Henry was speaking as he was putting his breaches back on and I was finally able to liberate myself from him. As I stood up, I felt my face flushed and without realizing, I felt tears streaming down my face. I was so taken aback by Henry’s behavior that I never noticed I was crying.

  “The lady here, Amelia, is our guest. She will be staying in the guest room in the south wing. Tonight, we feast and she will seat on the main table, next to me. Ana, help Amelia clean up and get ready. Oh and Henry, if you ever try to do this again, I will chop off your cock.” – Scott left the kitchen without looking at me. I thought I had disappointed him somehow, maybe by not being able to take care of myself. After all, in the last 24 hours, he had to save me twice.

  A young girl, short and chubby, ran to me and took my hand: “Come along now it’s time to wash you.” I nodded as I was taken away from the kitchen.

  The same lack of attention was upon me as I can barely recall the events preceding the actual feast. All I know is I was put in a gown like I’ve never had before, made out of a very soft yet warm material. I was surprised by my own look in the mirror, as for the first time I saw myself as a beautiful grown up woman, and not as a mere peasant.

  I walked into the great hall by myself. The feeling of embarrassment and confusion took over me as I realized I did not know how to behave. Luckily, a lot of other people were walking in there too, taking their places and talking to each other. The hall was noisy as I saw the dozen maids running around serving beer to the guests who in turn were talking, yelling and laughing. I was simply walking between all the tables, not knowing where to sit.

  All of a sudden, a hand grabbed my elbow. I stopped and turned around to see who it was. As my eyes lay on Scott and his smile, I felt better immediately. I felt my knees weaken and a need for fresh air. He could tell by my corset the sudden grasping for air that was making my chest go up and down and his smile deepened: it was as if he was telling me that was the reaction he was hoping for.

  Scott bowed in front of me, a tiny bow with just his head as my thoughts were running wild and I couldn’t possibly speak.

  “My lady, may I escort you to the table?” –He whispered, leaning in towards my ear so I could hear him. His breath on my neck, his soft whisper in my ear made my toes curl. I wanted this man like I haven’t wanted anything before in my life. I nodded, feeling my cheeks blush as he put my hand under his and walked me towards the main table.

  As we approached the main table, I could clearly see the McKenzie family there. Ros McKenzie, the father, the chief sitting in the middle, his shoulders broad and his face stern. He was known as the protector and the chief of the Clan, proud and determined. The years showed on his face as a burden. Sitting on his left was his wife Ceana, known for her bright-red hair and deep green eyes. Even with the age, she was graceful and calm. I felt her gaze on me and it made me more anxious than I already was. On Ros’ right was his eldest son, Osgar McKenzie. Osgar was notoriously famous for being cruel. Everyone knew he was the hammer but not the brains in the family. One look upon him, and it was clear this man was strong and ready to fight. Next to him was Una, Osgar’s wife. A tender beauty, a complete opposite of her husband, Una came from a poor family and managed to take Osgar’s heart. It was rumored that she was Osgar’s only weakness and he fell to his knees in front of her. Next on the table was Corc, the middle child. Although a proud Scott, he was not a fighter. He proved himself in matters of accounting and books. Knowing he would most likely never rule, Corc was happy to stay in the castle and provide support from within. Muriel, his wife, was a strong woman. Just by looking at her it was clear she had no feminine side. The peasants joked how Muriel was the man in that marriage and how she took Corc’s virginity on their first wedding night. Seeing her, this was completely believable.

  An empty seat was placed next to her and the seat next to it was occupied by a face I did not recognize. It was a woman, a tall, slender, royal-looking woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Those characteristics were extremely rare in the Highlands and were treated with the outmost respect. I was sure the woman was a distant relative to the Clan. Her poise was

  gracious and her face was mild, shining with divine beauty.

  “Father, Mother, brothers. This is Amelia, our guest.” – Scott announced loudly thus interrupting my thoughts. I bowed in front of the Chief. My palms were sweating and my heart was racing so hard I was afraid they would be able to hear it. I couldn’t speak, in fact I was so nervous my stomach was in a turmoil of its own. The Chief smiled and raised his glass to me:

  “Scott has told us all about you, child. Welcome to the McKenzie clan!

  Please, share our table and our food.”

  His voice was strong and even though his words were polite, the Chief’s demeanor was telling me that was an order. I bowed one more time before Scott took my hand and took me to the table.

  As I was finally seated next to the beautiful woman, Scott leaned in between the two of us, making the introduction:

  Briana, this is Amelia our guest. Amelia, meet Briana, my wife.”

  That one sentence sent the whole world spinning down on me. Almost as if a dagger ran through my stomach, I was grasping for air. I did not know Scott was married. All my desires fell down in the one place where I had to keep calm. I smiled, nodding towards the beauty next to me.

  “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Amelia. Scott told me all about you.” – Briana was speaking in a soft, seductive manner. I smiled and reached out for my cup. The thirst inside my belly felt as if a wildfire was storming through me. I looked towards Scott and I saw his eyes were solely focused on Briana. My heart sank.

  “Your bedchamber is next to ours. You have been assigned to our household, as my maid.” – Briana kept talking and I kept nodding and smiling.

  “You must be famished! Please child, eat!” – She continued with the pleasantries while putting food in my plate.

  Even though I was starving up to that moment, when I learned she was Scott’s wife, I didn’t feel the hunger anymore. All I wanted was to go back to my room. Even more, all I wanted was to go back to my parents and accept the marriage proposal.

  The rest of the feast is too hazy for me to recall. I remember people singing, dancing and drinking. I recall them talking to me and me replying in simple, short sentences. Nothing was significant anymore since I had just lost all hope in having the one I wanted.

  As the feast was coming to an end, I excused myself and I left the table. As I was about to turn in the left corner, I turned towards the hall one more time and I saw him. Scott was in his seat, smiling with his eyes set on me. As our eyes met, I smiled as I felt my heart was joyous again.

  Chapter 5

  As I walked to the room, I felt slightly nauseous but not in a sickly way. I had a weakness in my knees and my heart was pumping faster than usual, leaving me almost out of breath. I had a smile on my face and my mind couldn’t possibly explain why, although deep inside I knew it was because of him. As I was walking through what I thought were empty hallways, I saw a shadow lurking right behind the corner where I was walking. I stop
ped in my track, scared of the possibility that it could be another attack. As I did, I heard slight laughter, both male and female. At first I thought those were servants, taking the advantage of the empty hallways so I decided to move along, paying no attention to them. As I walked next to that corner, I could clearly see it was Osgar, the eldest brother, pinning a woman on the wall. I quickly looked away and picked up my pace but before I did, I clearly noticed Briana was the woman he was pinning down. I stroke of horror woken by the realization that she was cheating Scott with his brother made my blood cold. I tried to pretend I hadn’t notice them as I ran to my room, but Osgar was quick to follow. He caught up with me right before my door and he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him. I could feel his smell: of wine and dirt, on my face. I tried to stay calm, pretending I had no notion of his sin.

  “What are you doing here?” – he barked, his voice commanding.

  “I was walking to my chamber, lord. How can I assist you?” – I retorted, trying to keep my calm.

  Osgar stood staring into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts and in a second, I was sure he knew what I saw. Instead of saying anything, he smiled and grabbed my hand even tighter.

  “You’re hurting me.” – I said, begging him to let me go.

  “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” – Osgar barked, bringing fear to my bones. Just as he squeezed my hand even tighter, another shadow walked through the corner, ending up right in front of us.

  “Osgar, brother what’s the meaning of this?” – I heard Scott’s voice and immediately, I felt relief. Scott picked up his pace and in a second was standing right next to me.

  “Nothing, dear brother. I was just… chatting with our guest. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, lady.” – Osgar barked, leaving me alone and leaving the hallway.

  “What was that all about?” – Scott asked, turning towards me.

  I tried to smile and tell him it was nothing, but right as I was getting ready to speak, Briana walked right next to us.

  “Scott, darling are we going to bed?”

  The interruption was clear. Scott nodded as he looked at me once more with inquisitive eyes.

  “Good night sir, madam.” – I spoke, rushing to get into my room.

  I entered the room and took upon taking the clothes off. Soon I was only in my nightshirt and I could feel the coldness of the stone walls around me. It wasn’t just the mere coldness; I knew I was lonely. As I got into bed, I kept thinking about Scott and his beautiful bride and I knew I was devastated at the prospect of him being married. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.

  That same second, I heard laughter and voices outside my door. I recognized them as his and his wife’s, their room was the very next one to mine. I was trying to breathe as quietly as possible, mortified by the realization that they could hear me as I hear them. I heard their door being open and shut and I swear I could hear him tearing through her robes. I laid on my back while fully awoken hearing everything that was coming out of those walls. She was laughing and he was too, after all her husband had just come back from a journey. I decided to try to go back to sleep and ignore them completely but that turned out to be quite impossible.

  Her laughter soon turned into moans. Sporadic at first, only to pick up the pace as I was imagining Scott’s hands on her, his deep eyes and lips all over her body. My breathing raced as I laid still, on my back not moving an inch, too terrified of the possibility to be heard. I felt embarrassed because I was able to listen but my body was not listening to me. It started shaking: a strange shake, coming from my groins all the way through my legs, where my toes slowly curled. Scott’s face appeared in front of my eyes, the sternness of his behavior made my nipples hard as I kept listening to Briana moan deeper and louder. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the fantasy, imagining him being here with me, his hands all over me, his lips on mine and his weight pinning me down.

  An unexplainable force was pinning me to the bed, making my loins tingly, almost burning with desire. I realized I was yearning to be with Scott and I was placing myself in the position of Briana. I wished I was his wife and I only wanted his eyes on me.

  As her moans grew harder and the panting was almost too heavy for me to grasp, I felt my private parts were drenched in wetness unfamiliar to me, and in an instant I thought I had lost control of my bowel. In one terrifying moment, I reached under my nightshirt and as I placed my hand between my legs, I let out a moan of satisfaction. I was horrified at the prospect of being heard but I had to keep going as this newly found pleasure was not of this world. Thousand thoughts went through my mind but none of them mattered as I was only focused on Scott’s image in my head and my hand between my legs. In an instant, the world shook along with my body and I felt as if I was taken away to another plane of life. The explosive pleasure that overcame me was not comparable to anything I’ve ever experienced. I laid there, fully taken by the newly discovered sensation when to my horror, I realized I had to have been loud as the noises from their room where all of a sudden, gone. I blushed and could feel the embarrassment wash all over me. I hoped and prayed that I wasn’t heard when finally, there was a knock on my door. In my silliness, I decided to pretend I was asleep but the knocking continued, this time accompanied by a vague familiar voice:

  “Amelia, are you all right?”

  It was Scott standing outside my doorway. Mortified that he heard my moans, I tried to pretend I was sleeping but to no avail. He wouldn’t give up. I soon realized he might have thought I was in some sort of a problem, so I decided to get out of the bed before he crashed the door.

  “Coming!” – I yelled, wrapping myself up and walking to the door. I looked myself in the mirror first trying to fake the best sleepy face of course, but I could not hide the alertness of my eyes. I walked to the door and opened it slightly, just as a lady would do. Scott was right outside my door, wearing a kilt but nothing else. His naked torso took me by surprise and shook me even more as his body was that of a Greek god. I realized I was standing there, speechless staring at his body. He cleared his throat and as he did, I looked into his eyes. God, the vast deepness of those eyes! Stern and concerned, warm and demanding at the same time, they brought the same weakness upon my legs.

  He smiled as I am sure he could see the effect he had on me and I quickly looked down.

  “Amelia, is everything in order? We heard… sounds. Are you alone? Is someone pestering you?”

  His voice was calm and protective. It soothed me terribly. I nodded, still avoiding his gaze. I couldn’t control the blush I knew was all over my face. I was trying to avoid his eyes, hoping he will leave.

  “These walls are pretty thin, aren’t they?” – he leaned in towards me, whispering into my right ear. I could feel his breath on my neck and I could almost taste him. The weakness of my knees and pounding of my heart became even stronger. I was terrified he could tell I was falling for him and in a bid to hide my feelings, I tried to walk in and close the door. His hand stopped the door from closing. Scott walked in the room, fully opening the door. He was inspecting it for a second, he even looked under the bed as if I was hiding someone.

  “There’s no one here. Please sir, let me get my rest.” – I spoke, my voice shaky.

  “I needed to make sure you are safe. I can see now that you are. I am here to keep you safe, Amelia I hope you know that.” – he took a step towards me. I was sure I would faint. His eyes for focused on mine and I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t move or look away. The deepness of his stem look went through my body, head to toe, as if a thunderstorm had hit me. Scott approached, very slowly, gently moving his hands from my shoulders towards my palms. Without looking away, he wrapped his fingers in between mine. He was still looking into my eyes, without uttering a single word. I could feel his body temperature from his palms. I knew I was bewitched, almost mesmerized, but I didn’t care. In an instant, I forgot where I was and who I was. I forgot he was married and I forgot about the promise
I gave my parents. In that second, all I wanted was to be his.

  “Have you been with a man?” – He spoke, ever so gently, still glaring into my eyes. I smiled, coyly, thinking I wish I could say “yes” but deep down I knew I couldn’t lie to him. I shook my head in denial and looked away, embarrassed from my inexperience. Scott reached towards my face and taking my chin into his hand, he gently raised my head towards him: “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Amelia. You are a beautiful, young woman.”

  I smiled. I felt his hand on my face and the desire from within burned even stronger. I wanted to tell him how I felt, I wanted to tell him what the sound was that he had heard, but I simply couldn’t.

  Scott took my hands and guided them towards his kilt. He wrapped my hands around his member and I felt it pulsating, growing in between my palms. He gently glided his hands through my arms, all the way around my neck and down my spine. It was a gorgeous sensation, something I only dreamed of happening.