Chapter 12 #2
“I shall love you like this for eternity,” she reminded them as the tremors began spreading through her core. “Every night, every morning, every time you wish share your pleasures with me. I’m yours, Benedict, and yours, Ulf. Fack me forever.”
As soon as the last word of her promise spilled from her lips she couldn’t hold back another moment, and shattered inside from a tremendous explosion of ecstasy.
Deep inside her body the muscles surrounding both men’s members tightened rhythmically, milking their cocks in the throes of her own pleasure.
Dimly she heard her men utter sounds of surprise before they, too, found their delight in her.
The sensations of their shafts jerking and their cream pumping into her flung her up to the heavens a second time, and filled her heart with adoration for her husbands.
They held her as the last tremors shook them, and Elspeth closed her eyes for a moment to thank the Gods for giving her these men to love.
When Una saw Kelso leave the great hall that night, she followed him through the passages and out into the inner bailey, where the sky had again grown dark.
In the sparse light Elspeth’s former lover seemed even more menacing, yet she suspected the true emotion behind his dark expression was sorrow, not anger.
The head chambermaid had disappeared, and even Una didn’t know where she had gone.
She suspected Elspeth may have tried to reach the healer and the hunter where they had been trapped.
Kelso genuinely loved her friend, Una knew, which was beyond foolish for a man of the clan.
By long-standing tradition McKeran could not wed mortals.
Nor should any mortal wench desire a half-Fae immortal husband.
Elspeth had used him for pleasure while she resisted the two men she actually wanted.
Now she had discarded Kelso, even if he could not admit it.
For once Una’s natural talent for conniving seemed useful for someone other than herself. Mayhap I can help the lad end his suffering by distracting him.
She walked up boldly to Kelso, took hold of his hand and tugged him along with her toward the old granary.
He didn’t resist or speak, but stared at her as if she’d gone mad.
She decided to keep quiet until they were inside, and once she drew him over the threshold she closed and barred the door.
The scent of ripened and ground grain enveloped them, as did the slightly musty scent of the bunches of dried herbs dangling from the rafters.
“I’m no’ in the mood for your sharp tongue, lass,” Kelso warned her.
“That’s because you ken what I wish to say to you, McKeran,” Una said as she went over to pull aside the window covering and let a little torchlight into the dark space.
“Elspeth doesnae love you. Nor shall she, no matter what you attempt to sway her. Ever and always her heart belongs to Healer Ben and Hunter Ulf. You but stand in her way. Where’s your pride, lad? ”
“You take much interest in me, stable wench.” The sharp taunt didn’t quite drown out the sorrowed pitch of his tone, and then he made a dismissive gesture. “You’ve said enough.”
It seemed odd that he wouldn’t meet her gaze, Una thought, and recalled her dream in which she had dark skin, and he’d tied her up and facked her for hours. “Did you dream of tying me up with silk sashing, Kelso?”
He gave her a startled glance. “How did you ken?”
“I had the same dream, you silly arse.” She went and gave him a good shove, knocking him off his feet and atop a heap of empty sacks. Kneeling down before him, she began unlacing her bodice. “I shall give you what you truly need, Kelso. You may take your pleasure of me as oft as you desire.”
The guard caught her hands, stopping her. “Did she send you to me? ’Tis part of a scheme to end my desire for her so she may swive those two tadger lovers?”
“Oh, lad.” Una almost laughed at him, but a surge of sympathy made her press her hands to his lean cheeks. “Do you reckon I’d offer myself to you for such? No’ even the headman of my village could force me to hoor myself when my da ran off and my mam died of pox.”
Kelso dragged her closer, almost bumping her nose with his as he searched her face and eyes as if expecting to find some sign of deceit. He couldn’t believe another woman would want him, which made her wonder if Elspeth had been his first woman.
“She’s no’ the only lass who shall want you,” Una said gently, and leaned in to brush her lips against his. “You’re a fine man, big and strong and kind to women. If my dream, ’twas true, then you’re a beast in bed. Aye, and you’re near as handsome as the war master.”
Doubt flickered through his dark eyes. “Liar.”
“In my eyes, you’re that and more.” Lifting her skirts, she straddled him. “Take your solace in me, lad. I’m no’ as pretty as Els, but I’m round and soft, and ever willing to please. I’ll make you happy you chose me as your new lover.”
Kelso’s eyes narrowed. “You mean to ravish me because no other man desires you?”
“I dinnae need to.” Slowly she finished untying her bodice laces, and pulled back the gusseted sides to bare her heavy chebs to his gaze.
She’d always been proud of how full and plump they were, and knew most men appreciated them, too.
“You need to fack hard and long, and I’d take you in me.
We may pleasure each other as long as we wish. ”
“I’m no’ kind,” he told her flatly, and took hold of her breasts to roughly caress them. “I’ll take what I want of you, and leave after ’tis done.”
Och, the lad was trying so hard to chase her off, yet under her the thick rise of his cock pressed against her quim with a frantic throbbing. Una smiled as she worked her hand under him, jerking at his trews laces until they loosened enough for her to free his broad, hard shaft.
“’Tis good I but wish to bed, then,” she said, rising up and pressing him between her folds.
“Here, doesnae that please you?” Before she began to sink down she looked into his hot, furious eyes.
“You’ve dreamt of coming into me, remember?
’Twas why you tied me up with silk, so I’d be helpless and take that big, stiff cock of yours. Only I’m no’ helpless, McKeran.”
“That mouth of yours, ’tis a weapon.” Kelso’s hands fisted at his sides, as if he were trying now to keep himself from touching her. “I should thrash you until you must stand at your meals for a moon.”
“If ’tis your wish.” Sinking down atop his broad, heavy cock was so good she nearly shattered to pieces atop him, especially when he made a rough sound.
“There, aye, you’ve needed that, eh? We’re the same, you ken.
I’ve no love waiting for me in the stronghold.
You’re right, none of the men desire me anymore. Only you, Kel.”
Kelso clamped his big hands on her hips to stop her from sinking down on him a second time. “Think hard before you do anymore, for I didnae lie. I’ll use you and discard you.”
“Mayhap I shall do the same to you, lad.” She almost laughed as he rolled with her, putting her on her back beneath him and driving his swollen cock into her wet quim. “Ah, aye, such a pity you only wish do this once, ’tis so good.”
“You wanted me, take me.” He clenched his teeth, sparing her no gentleness as he plowed deep and hard into her.
“I shall fack you as often as I wish, then. I’ll drag you to my room in the garrison hall for all my brothers to see, and tie you to my bed.
I’ll take you so many times you’ll weep when you leave in the morning. ”
“As you want, so do I.” For a moment Una wondered if he might do her some real harm, and then the flood of longing inside her became a torrent of sweetness.
She might drown in that, and this man. No other in her memory had ever aroused and filled her as much as Kelso.
Being pinned under his big body and filled over and again with his rampaging cock satisfied all the dark need inside her.
He jerked out of her, came up on his knees and hauled her to him, pressing her naked chebs against his chest as he looked into her eyes. “Beg me stop now, and I may. I can yet let you go, wench.”
“Beg? Very well.” She leaned forward, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders as she whispered, “Please, McKeran, give me more of your cock. Ravish me time and again. Use me however you wish.”
His expression darkened. “Never jest with me on such, lass.”
“I dinnae, McKeran.” She let her smile slip away. “I’ve been empty for too long, and sick of myself, and wanting only somewhere to lay my head. Take me as your lover, please.”
Una didn’t resist as he stood and lifted her on her knees, tangling his hand in her hair as he brought her mouth to his gleaming cock.
He meant to frighten her, she knew, but this never could.
In their time she had always preferred sucking a man, for such a thing meant she wouldn’t swell with a bairn.
Over time she had grown adept at such but she also took much pleasure in the act.
Taking him in her hands, she engulfed his cockhead with her lips and tugged him inside her mouth, beginning the slow, gliding strokes that would please him most while she locked her gaze with his.
“You dinnae shy from taking a man thus,” Kelso murmured, guiding the rhythm of her efforts with his hand in her hair.
He even pulled off her cap and gathered her tresses back from her face.
“You must suckle cock every night to possess such skill. Aye, take more, wench. Greedy wee thing. Gods, but your lips look so good on me.”
Most men choked her at the end of such loving, so eager were they to take their pleasure, but Una didn’t care.
She wanted his seed to flood her mouth; she needed him to take from her what no other wench could or would give him.
If that cost her a few coughs then she would gladly choke for him.
Then Kelso pulled her up and put her on her back again, plowing into her with one mighty thrust.
“I shall come into your bed chamber after my duty ends,” he said, grunting as he pumped in and out of her clenching quim.
At the same time he pushed his thumb between her lips.
“Whether you wake or sleep, I shall climb atop you and do as I wish with you. You shall take me wherever I wish to fack you.”
She couldn’t speak as she sucked on his thumb, so she made a low humming sound of agreement.
“You shall never resist me,” Kelso told her, gripping her breast and lowering his head to suck at her peak.
As she shook under him, he looked at her and released her reddened nipple to say, “If I desire you twelve times a night, you shall spread your thighs twelve times for me. I shall be as your husband. You shall never take another man while I bed you.”
As he continued his passionate litany, demanding more and more from her, Una cradled his baws, and when they tightened and he thrust deeper than he had before, she squeezed them gently, triggering the first jet of his seed into her slick quim.
She then brought her hands to her chebs and rubbed them, thumbing her hard nipples as he watched with hot eyes.
“I cannae resist you, Kel,” Una said as she played with herself, and watched him jerk with his pleasure as he pumped her full of his cream. “I’ll never again need another man but you.”
When he dropped beside her he pulled her against him and tucked her head under his chin.
He didn’t speak, but his hand stroked her back as if he meant to comfort her.
When at last he slid his cock from her, he pressed his lips to her brow.
The kiss seemed so tender and sweet that Una struggled not to weep.
If only he loved me as much as Elspeth.
She knew she would never be as good a soul as the head chamber maid, but surely she had changed enough to have a chance with Kelso.
Yet even as she thought that, she pushed away the notion of somehow claiming him for herself.
Jealousy of others and covetousness of what they possessed had sent her straight down the path to the stables.
She would be content with her lot and stay out of trouble.
They lay back against their bed of sacks, watching each other as their bodies cooled and the absence of words became a quietude of wonder.
Una dared to touch his lips with her fingers, awed by how beautiful his mouth was, and brushed the tips of his long dark eyelashes.
Kelso touched her with possessive yet gentle hands, weighing her chebs against his palms, rounding his fingers over her broad hip.
“You’re made for pleasing a man,” he murmured to her, gripping her arse and kneading it with his fingers. “Often I’ve watched you from behind and suffered temptations when you bent over to attend to a task. Only there was Elspeth, and I couldnae betray her.”
His confession first startled and then pleased her.
That he had even looked upon her seemed like a compliment; thanks to her old, scheming ways in the past Una had never been any clansman’s choice.
Although she had much to learn about how to be a good, kind woman, she would not bind this man to her—nor herself to him.
They needed time to learn more than how well they might pleasure each other.
“If you dinnae wish keep me as your lover, you’ve but to say,” she told him. “I’ll do the same.”
Kelso’s dark gaze softened. “Shall you, now?”
The sudden sound of watchers’ horns blaring and men shouting outside made them both scramble to their feet.
As Kelso jerked up his trews, Una straightened her gown, and then they went to the door.
He opened a small gap through which they peered out, and she saw ashen-faced strangers in filthy orange garments attacking the McKeran men.
“Slogs.” She pushed the door shut and leaned against the wall. “I must get to the kitchens and join Doon and the other maids.” She glanced at his belt. “Lend me a blade, lad.”