Chapter Fourteen #3
Days before their wedding, Laird MacPherson welcomed a few of the Grant clan elders to the castle.
The laird introduced Elayne to the noblemen at dinner, and they had subsequent meetings.
Cailean escorted the elders of his future wife’s clan to the forge where they could see for themselves how hard their new “laird” labored for the benefit of the clan.
Elayne showed them what she had made to bring with them after their marriage.
The lass and her work impressed the elders.
Finally, the eve of their wedding arrived, and Cailean escorted Elayne to the castle to sleep in a guest room.
His family was eager to assist her in preparations for their wedding.
Tomorrow, she and Cailean would wed, and she would be a maiden nae more. Elayne strolled through the gardens and picked heather for Cailean and snuck it into his room, placing it where he would be sure to see it. The light sweet fragrance scented the room.
With a fluttering stomach, Elayne was nervous about being the center of attention at their wedding and celebration.
Elayne had rudimentary ideas about what transpired between men and women, since she had seen animals mating.
She didn’t want to disappoint Cailean but wished to please him and hoped her husband would teach her what he liked and expected in their marriage bed.
Elayne prized his kisses and looked forward to even more pleasurable kisses from her soon-to-be husband.
Eagerly, Elayne anticipated her marriage to the man she loved with all of her heart.
The maid assigned to her awakened her early on the morning of her wedding day and helped her bathe and wash and dry her hair—a vision of loveliness.
Her maid created a crown of white heather with pale pink rosebuds for her hair.
She was delighted when her maid answered the knock at her door and returned with a bouquet of wildflowers including white heather and roses.
Holding them to her heart, she inhaled their sweet fragrance.
Cailean had picked the lovely flowers for her this morning.
A tray of food arrived with tea, but Elayne felt butterflies in her stomach, making her too nervous to eat. She drank her tea and allowed her mother and Cailean’s sisters to dress her in her wedding gown and style her hair.
Cailean’s sisters remarked how happy they were to have her for a sister and welcomed her into their family.
Elayne’s hair shone with luster, her eyes sparkled with happiness, and she smiled at everyone.
Breathless with anticipation, her father and Mrs. Logan escorted her to the kirk for her wedding.
Clansmen lined up en route and threw flowers in her path and cheered.
Children sat atop their fathers’ shoulders so they could see the beautiful woman who had transformed from a blacksmith into a radiant bride.
The kirk overflowed with well-wishers for the striking groom and his stunning bride.
As soon as she entered the kirk, her father led her to Cailean.
Elayne had eyes only for him and he had eyes only for her.
Elayne looked stunning, and she glowed with near palpable happiness as Cailean gazed at her when she approached him. “Ye are beautiful and radiant, Elayne. I love ye.”
To Elayne, Cailean had never looked so regal and handsome, dressed in his best Highland kilt. “Ye are handsome, Cailean. I love ye.”
The priest called the attention of those gathered with the first words of the ceremony, and Elayne and Cailean were lost in their own world, gazing intently at each other until they spoke their vows.
The priest announced they were man and wife, and Cailean leaned over to kiss his wife.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out of the kirk and to the great hall for a wedding breakfast with their clan.
Everyone enjoyed an abundance of food at the wedding feast. Dancing followed, and young and old enjoyed the lively dances.
Well-respected, loved and admired, the clan were happy for Cailean and Elayne.
While everyone was deep into the celebration, Cailean took Elayne’s hand and stole her away to his chamber, which had been prepared for their wedding night.
Staff had already moved Elayne’s clothes to his spacious room.
Cailean locked and barred the door so they would nae have interruptions.
The rest of the evening and night belonged to them.
The hearth blazed with a fire. Goblets, mead, fruit, and tarts sat on a table for them to enjoy at their leisure. Boughs of greenery, heather, and wildflowers decorated the enormous bed in the center of the room.
Elayne had never seen such a spacious room or large bed. She admired the decorations to their bed chamber.
Cailean poured a glass of mead for Elayne, knowing she may be nervous about the marriage bed and what was to occur on their wedding night.
Elayne sipped the mead and felt its warm thrum down to her stomach.
She shivered in anticipation as Cailean took her in his arms and kissed her on her lips and neck and began slowly undressing her.
He laid her on the bed, laden with flower petals, in her chemise and divested himself of his belt and tartan sash.
He removed his kilt and remained in his liene as he crawled into the bed and lay next to Elayne and stroked her legs and her breasts through the thin fabric.
Attentively, Cailean kissed and licked the seam of her lips while he stroked her breasts and pebbled nipples.
As she gasped in pleasure, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth to dance with hers.
Their kisses became more heated, and Elayne moaned in pleasure and lusty desire as Cailean caressed her.
Hastily, he pulled Elayne’s chemise over her head and sat back to admire his naked wife.
“Ye are beautiful, Elayne. Even more so than I imagined.” He kissed up her inner legs to the apex of her thighs, and there he stroked her through her curls to find her pleasure bud, stoking her desire and igniting her passion until she called his name, “Cailean, Cailean.” Then she writhed underneath him, seeking something just beyond her reach until he passionately increased the tempo and pressure of his caresses, and pleasure as she had never known burst from her.
In haste, he pulled off his liene, and the coarse hair on his chest tickled her nipples and aroused her further as he continued to kiss and ravage her.
With her eyes closed, Elayne felt him kneel and pull her hips up as he nudged her legs open to him.
Cailean stroked her sensitive skin below the apex of her thighs and felt her wetness.
He slowly inserted a finger and then two to stretch her before he entered her.
He wanted to cause her the least amount of pain possible and make their joining pleasurable.
“Elayne, I am going to enter ye and it will hurt the first time. After that, it will be pleasurable for ye. Open yer eyes and look at me, lass. I want to see ye as ye fall apart beneath me. I wish to see yer pleasure.” Elayne opened her eyes and saw his hard erection as he slowly entered her.
She trembled in anticipation and trepidation at his size.
Cailean glided in slowly and pulled back, and thrust in slightly more each time, until he felt her maidenhead and then he thrust quickly, breaching it, and stilled as she gasped in pain.
“The worst is over, Elayne. I’m sorry to hurt ye, but there is nae other way.
Ye can tell me to stop if ye wish.” Slowly, Cailean moved inside her tight sheath and his thrusts became more pleasurable.
The pain forgotten, Elayne felt her desire and passion grow until it became almost unbearable.
“Cailean,” she screamed in ecstasy as her climax took her to the heavens.
Cailean enjoyed seeing Elayne’s unmistakable pleasure and release at his hands.
When he felt her core clench around him tightly, he thrust a few more times and reached his own powerful release with his seed pumping into her.
He collapsed on top of her for a moment before he rolled onto his back and took Elayne with him while still inside her, and they fell into a deep sleep.
Cailean awakened first. After he poured water from the hearth into a basin, he washed himself with soap and water and dried off.
As he pulled the curtains back slightly, he saw that Elayne had awakened.
Cailean took a soft cloth and dipped it in the warm water and took it to the bedside.
“I will wash ye, wife, so ye will be more comfortable.” Elayne protested, overcome by shyness, but Cailean insisted and tenderly washed the dried blood from between her legs.
Afterward, he wrung out the cloth and towel and set them to dry by the hearth.
“How do ye feel, my love?”
“I feel wonderful, Cailean. I never kent being married made me feel like ye made me feel. Thank ye for teaching me. Ye made me feel like ye transported me up to the skies, as if I could touch the stars in the constellations ye taught me about.”
Cailean chuckled. “It was my pleasure, Elayne. I love ye. I am happy ye are my wife. Are ye sore?”
“Nae, I am not sore. Last night, I didn’t see how ye were going to fit yerself inside me. Ye are so big.” Elayne glanced at him in surprise as she felt his erection prodding her thigh. “Are ye wanting to do it again?”
“Aye, lass, I am ready for ye, but I don’t want to love ye again if ye are sore. I can wait.” Cailean smiled and gently kissed her lips, then moved down to her neck and stroked her breasts in his large hands, further igniting her passions.