Chapter 7 #2
He collapsed on top of me as if my surrender had weakened him somehow. But still, he didn’t move. “Christ, Millicent. I want to take you with everything I have, but I must have these words from you …”
He uttered a short phrase in a language I dimly recognized as Scottish Gaelic.
“It means ‘I accept thy claim’ in the old language,” he explained. “And we can’t continue on unless you say them to me exactly.”
I repeated the Gaelic phrase back to him in a breathless rush before I even knew I had the words memorized.
No idea what I was agreeing to, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was him. Him coming inside of me. “Oh God, please Iain. Move … I can’t … I can’t …”
He reared up, but only to drive in deeper. Then his teeth sank into my shoulder. Hard and vicious—much like the wolf who’d bitten me two days ago.
The bite should have hurt me, or at the very least, shocked me out of this sex thrall I’d somehow fallen into after taking those drugs. But it only turned me on that much more.
“Yes, yes! Oh God, yes, Iain! Just like that,” I cried out, writhing beneath him. “Take me! Take me hard!”
His torso crashed down on my back, and Iain became a wild beast on top of me, relentlessly thrusting deep. And I received him with long moans. For a time, my entire world, my only purpose for being, became his large cock stroking in and out of me.
“I’m close to completing my claim of ye, chridhe,” he warned, his Highland brogue thicker than I’d ever heard it.
“What happens after I do might scare you—I’m going to swell inside you in a way you willnae unnerstaun.
But it is the way of my kind, and I swear to you it will feel good despite its strange nature. ”
“I don’t care! I don’t care. Just keep … keep going,” I answered with gasping breaths. “So close …”
I continued to urge him on with my soft cries until with one last hard thrust of his hips, he released in a warm gush inside of me.
A second orgasm shattered me all over again, wracking me with pleasure. But it wasn’t strange. Just really, really good. I wondered what he’d been talking about before with his weird warning about—
An unexpected pressure where our sexes joined cut all my thoughts short. He was swelling inside of me, just like he’d said, but the sensation wasn’t like anything I could have expected. It almost felt like a knot was forming at the top of his cock. An impossibly large knot.
I squirmed beneath him, my heart pounding with a new fear.
“Stay calm, chridhe,” he warned from above me. “It feels odd, but it won’t hurt you. I promise you. Trust me, Millicent.”
Trust me, Millicent.
For some reason, my fear receded at his gentle command. I calmed. Taking him at his word that this … weird genetic idiosyncrasy of his wouldn’t hurt me, I forced myself to stay still and let it happen.
But then I soon found that I couldn’t stay still. Or to be more specific, my sex couldn’t stay still.
Without any warning at all, it started squeezing around the knot like a fist. With such a hard clenching action, it actually tugged Iain’s strangely knotted staff deeper into my core.
Oh God, what was going on? It was almost like … the word “milking” floated into my mind. Yes, it was almost like I was milking his cock. Milking it so hard, I immediately came again, even though I’d barely come down from the second orgasm.
And just as I began to think how strange it was to come so soon after, another orgasm overtook me. And then another.
My extreme clenching affected Iain, too. He shuddered above me, releasing more seed into my womb.
But I’d barely registered that he’d started to come again when a fifth orgasm overtook me. We ended up coming together this time, both yelling out as the relentless pleasure washed over us.
I expected him to finally pull out when we came down from the combined orgasm. But instead, he pulled me into his chest and twisted us both around. With an elegant strength, he arranged our bodies on the couch, so that we were spooning side-by-side.
With his staff still embedded in my core.
“You’ll need to take a wee nap now,” he told me as if my falling asleep with his cock still buried inside me was the most natural thing to do.
An hour ago, I never would have been able to imagine having sex with Iain, much less falling asleep on the couch with him embedded inside my core.
Yet, a deep need to close my eyes stole over me. Even as my sex clenched the strange knot with more strength than I would have guessed my seriously underutilized core had. Like a spell cast.
Still, I tried to fight off the incoming sleep train.
“We can’t take a nap out here,” I mumbled, straining to keep my eyes open. “The nighttime cleaners will be here in a couple of hours.”
I should know. I’d run into them often enough whenever Iain decided we had to stay late to make sure some project was up to his standards.
“Don’t worry. We won’t doze too long. Just for a wee bit, then I’ll make arrangements—” he broke off with a soft laughing curse, “Ach, you’re milking me hard, Millicent …”
“I can’t stop. I’m sorry,” I whispered. I was so deeply embarrassed by what my body was doing without my permission. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think it might be the new drugs my doctor put me on for the—”
“Nothing’s wrong with you, chridhe,” he replied, his tone admonishing.
As if I’d said something wrong in pointing out my extremely unusual behavior.
But then his voice softened again to tell me, “You’re such a wee woman.
But you took my claim and gave it back to me, twofold.
Nay … there’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing whatsoever. Trust me, Millicent.”
Trust me, Millicent … those were the last words I heard before sleep pulled me under.