Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Elspeth couldn’t bear another night of tossing and turning while she imagined Ben and Ulf starving to death while walled up alive in the work room.
She went to the archive where the laird kept his writings and his maps of the castle, and searched through them until she found a drawing of all the original hidden passages in Dun Talamh’s walls.
As she hoped, there was a passage that seemed to run behind Benedict’s work room.
She went to the kitchens to pack a much larger basket of food and drink, lit a lantern, and then walked up to the infirmary, the passage of which had now been entirely blocked off.
A shudder ran down her spine as she remembered narrowly escaping with Esme’s help.
There was no predicting the enchantment now and she might not be so lucky next time.
She hurried to the old storage chamber she had seen on the hidden passage map.
The panel in the back of the room looked as if it hadn’t been used in years, but at last it creaked and swung out.
In the narrow, dusty space behind the wall, she lifted her lantern high.
The hidden passage seemed unblocked and she exhaled.
But as she made her way through the confined space, the smell of fresh mortar mingled with the dust. The map had shown three passages branching off to the left, but there were only two now—she broke into a trot.
Up ahead, there were faint cracks of light. Behind her the dim sound of stone grinding on stone pushed her forward. She dared not look back.
“I’m telling you,” said a muffled voice up ahead, “we should knock out the sides of the window slits.” It was Benedict. “At least we’d be trying to escape.”
Ulf uttered a short laugh. “The walls, they’re thicker than two of you, love. You’ll be chiseling stone for eternity.”
Elspeth muttered a prayer of gratitude for the Gods, and ran to the light.
“Benedict,” she cried out, setting her shoulder against the door in the wall. “Ulf.” With a scraping sound it swung inward, and she stumbled out into the work room.
“Elspeth,” Ben gasped, and grabbed her in his arms. “You clever girl.”
She kissed him with a sob, and then turned to do the same to her hunter, who hugged them both.
“Lass, how did you…” Ulf began.
“I nearly didnae,” she said, her heart finally slowing as Ulf took the lantern and food basket from her.
“We should get out of here, right now,” Ben said, and stuck his head in the door to the hidden passage. When he came back out he shook his head. “The enchantment just closed off the passage. My darling girl, you’re stuck here with us.”
Elspeth smiled at him. “Good. ’Tis no other place I wish die than in the arms of my husbands.”
Ulf set the lantern and food next to a dozen identical baskets lined up on one table, which the enchantment had likely provided.
“I think we need to take good care of our lady, and do as she desires,” he said softly. “Then we may all die happy.”
Both men looked at her with so much love in their eyes it was a simple thing to do.
“Take off your garments so I may touch you freely.” She went over to inspect the makeshift bed they had been sharing on the floor. “Did you pleasure each other last night, then?”
The healer cleared his throat. “If we say yes, will you be angry with us?”
“No. You shall show me what you did to each other later.” She had never demanded anything of a lover so bluntly, but the sense of power it gave her proved very gratifying.
She quickly shed her gown, chemise, boots and drawers, and lay in the center of their bed.
“For now both of you lay still beside me and permit me fondle you as I wish.”
Elspeth took some time to admire her men before she touched them.
Her hunter husband had a strong body paved in hard muscle, and he displayed his thick shaft and heavy baws to her by placing them on his hand like an offering to her.
Her healer husband rested a hand on her shoulder as he shifted closer as well.
When she turned to him her hands trembled as she stroked the long, slim column of his beautiful cock.
As men they were night and day, and yet they fit with her completely, for she shared traits with both of them.
She knew she would never tire of looking upon these men who loved her and each other, but to keep them waiting was a torture she could no longer inflict, for it caused her to suffer as well.
“My fierce hunter,” she said, shifting her gaze to Ulf’s face while she parted her thighs so they could gaze upon her slick quim. “Shall you do as I ask of you tonight?” When he nodded she looked at Ben. “And you, my sweet healer?”
“Anything,” he said, his voice rasping now.
“Benedict, come closer.” Once he was pressed against her she reached back and patted her hip. “Ulf, I want you here.”
Neither of her husbands spoke or touched her, they seemed entirely enthralled by her issuing commands to them. Elspeth kissed one and then the other, turning this way and that to rub herself against them. Ulf made a convulsive movement, as if he could not help himself, and cradled her breasts.
“Och, lass.” The hunter squeezed her chebs with a delicious roughness that made her grow slick between her thighs. “Look at my hands on you. ’Tis so lovely, your skin.”
“Now ’tis your chance,” Elspeth told them. “Do as you wish with me.”
While he fondled her Ben nestled his shaft in the seam of her arse and slowly rubbed her there, making her rosebud tighten in anticipation.
“I want to come into you here,” the healer told her. “You’ll love it when you have both of us inside you, filling you, pleasuring you.”
“I want her mouth on me while you take her sweet arse,” Ulf muttered. He kissed her mouth before he whispered against her ear, “Shall we take you thus, Wife?”
Elspeth at last understood why these two men owned her heart, for nothing had ever excited her as much as submitting to their demands.
“Aye, Husband.” She pushed him onto his back, and came up over him, shifting down until she could kiss his cock. She then looked over her shoulder at Ben and lifted her hips. “Come and help me please our hunter, my handsome healer.”
Elspeth thought she would swoon as she lowered her head to lick Ulf’s shaft and cockhead, while Ben took hold of her arse and spread the tight, round cheeks so he could press against her, and then into her.
She worked her mouth over the hunter while her other man slowly penetrated her tight rosebud, coming deep inside her.
“You’re so big inside me, Benedict,” she gasped, gripping Ulf’s cock and stroking it in the same rhythm that the healer was shafting her clenching flower. “I wish watch Ulf do the same to you later.”
The hunter grunted as she went back to suckling him, groaning his pleasure as she took him deeper into her mouth.
At the same time Ben worked his long shaft in and out, taking care to give it to her slowly.
Each time he pulled out nearly his full length, only to press the swollen head back into her.
Ulf caught and rubbed her chebs as he did, and Elspeth knew her delight would not hold back much longer.
“Fack me harder, my Healer,” Elspeth told Ben, pressing her bottom against him as he buried himself in her.
“Oh, you’re so good when you do thus.” The deep, hot sensations coming from her rosebud as it gripped his cock made her almost breathless.
“I want your cream when he gives me his, my Hunter.” She shifted up so that she straddled his cock with her thighs. “In my quim.”
“It’s too much,” Ben protested, starting to draw out of her, then going still as she used her muscles to keep him inside her. “We don’t want to hurt you.”
“’Tis what we want now,” she told him, and caught her breath as Ulf pressed into her tight wetness, his cock sliding against the bulge of Benedict in her narrow channel. “’Tis good, aye? Never did I reckon you and your cocks should fill me thus. ’Tis as I’ve ever wished.”
“Our lady needs your cock in her arse while I pound her quim with mine,” Ulf said, his voice deep and unsteady. “’Tis the manner she desires we take her tonight, and I would give her such.”
“Els, are you sure?” Ben said, still fretting.
The healer always worried that she would somehow suffer from their passions, something she could not abide.
“I’ve burned for you both for two years, Husband,” she reminded him. “Fack me with Ulf, Benedict. Fill all of me with your sweet cream.”
For a moment the healer still hesitated, but the hunter plowed deep inside her, groaning as he did. That seemed to make Ben finally let go of his reservations and pump into her as well, the thickness of his cock rubbing against Ulf’s as they worked inside her.
“Yes, like that,” Elspeth said, breathless now as she drew one of the hunter’s hands to her breast, and then brought Ben’s fingers to her mouth and suckled them.
The sensations of being crammed to overflowing didn’t overwhelm Elspeth in the slightest. With her generous curves and wild passions she had been made for this kind of loving; her body cushioned and welcomed them both while providing them with the silky friction and tightness that gave them pleasure.
She had imagined this too often between lovers, her fingers stroking the little pearl in her folds that brought a little pleasure in her loneliest nights.
Now, with two very hard, heavy cocks working inside her, she knew even her unruliest dreams had not come close to the bliss of surrendering her all.
“Soon I shall spew,” Ulf muttered against her ear as he thrust faster into her quim.
“Me, too,” Ben said, kissing the back of her neck as he plowed deep into her arse. “Will you come for us first, love?”
“Aye.” Already Elspeth was so close to her bliss her whole body seemed on fire. “Only come into me together, and hold yourselves there.”
Her husbands both made guttural sounds as they obeyed her, planting their cocks deep inside her soft, wet holes.