Chapter 15 #2
“Mistress McIan?” someone asked in a deep voice behind her.
Pretending to convalesce from imaginary wounds strained Kiamh’s patience, especially as Fifer sent others to check on him.
Yet he knew if he did much more to catch the laird’s attention he might end up being sent to the nearest druid settlement for better treatment, which would ruin all his complex and carefully constructed plans.
He’d not left Dun Maor since sneaking out to deal with Malvina Duff, for he was almost convinced someone had been watching him swim in the loch.
Now, as he watched the sun disappear behind the forest canopy from the narrow window slit in his chamber, he wondered if he had already failed, and simply couldn’t face it.
All that I’ve done should have snared him and brought him to his knees before me. All.
The knock on the door that jolted him from his thoughts made him close his eyes before he called out in a frail tone, “Enter, please.”
Instead of a maid, Fifer came in and closed the door behind him. “How do you fare, lad?”
Kiamh hid a smile as he went and bowed before the laird. “Much better, my lord, my thanks.” When he looked up he saw Fifer’s pale eyes watching him intently. Now is the time to press him, he thought, and added, “If you wish me leave Dun Maor, I shall go on the morrow.”
The older man regarded him in silence for so long he wondered if he’d offended him with his offer to leave.
“My lord, if I should work to repay your kindness I may stay–” He fell silent as the laird held up his hand.
“You owe me naught,” Fifer said. “You’re free now, lad. I shall direct my stable master to provide you with a mount and a guard to escort you to the nearest druid settlement. ’Tis one some ten leagues to the west, I believe.”
He hung his head to hide his frustration. “I fear I cannae go to them, my lord. When my tribe condemned me for my kin’s dark practices, they also convinced the council to shun me as unnatural. I may never again dwell among druid kind.”
“Why should they do such? You never wielded forbidden magic,” Fifer said, sounding angry now.
Meeting the laird’s gaze with tears in his eyes should have taken some effort, but Kiamh suddenly grew beyond weary, his obligations hanging on him like a thousand iron chains. “I’m called unnatural for refusing to take a mate. I’ve no affection or desire for any female.”
The laird’s gaze grew instantly shuttered. “You claimed thus openly before your tribe?”
Ah, there it was. Fifer had hidden his own penchant for males from his clan, he suspected, and suffered shame over it. He would have to go carefully from here.
“’Twasnae necessary, my lord. Look at me.
” He flicked his fingers in a swirl before his face.
“I’m neither lad nor lass, yet in some ways both.
A wealthy man from outside the tribe came and offered the elders coin for me so I might serve as his bed slave.
” He moved his shoulders. “The rest of what happened after that you ken.”
Fifer reached out and put his hand on Kiamh’s shoulder. “You yet desire make your way alone in the world, then, leannan?”
The air between them seemed to tremble as if fearing his answer. When Kiamh looked up into the laird’s crystalline gray eyes, he saw something kind and gentle, almost tender. For a moment it made his hands clench into fists.
Become what he desires.
Kiamh knelt down at Fifer’s feet. “I desire but to adore you, my lord.” He let his voice drop to a whisper before he added, “However you may allow such.”
The laird reached down, but not to draw him to his feet. He fondled Kiamh’s light brown hair, threading his fingers through the curls and caressing his scalp. Then he brought his head forward so that his cheek pressed against the big bulge in the front of his trews.
“Show me how you shall, then, lad,” Fifer murmured.
Kiamh let his hands shake as he released the laird’s laces, and eased down his trews to free his long, thick tadger.
He didn’t have to feign his eyes widening; the MacAlen laird had one of the widest shafts he’d ever beheld.
When he licked his lips and looked up at Fifer the older man smiled at him.
“Do as you wish,” he told him.
As he pressed his mouth to the laird’s plum-shaped cockhead Kiamh thought quickly of how he should refine his seduction.
Only the velvety-soft steel of his thick cock completely distracted him.
Could he even take such a monstrous member?
His buttocks tightened at the notion, and he slowly engulfed the broad head with his lips, sweeping his tongue lazily over the weeping eye.
Relishing the act made it all the more important that he secure his position.
I must bind him to me.
Slowly Kiamh released Fifer’s tadger, and then stood and folded his arms around his waist as he thought of all he’d been forced to relinquish to be with this man. Tears spilled over his lashes as he turned away.
“Forgive me, my lord.” The sob in his voice sounded quite convincing. “The slavers, they wished use me in the same fashion. I ken you’re no’ the same, but...”
“Say no more, lad.” Fifer lifted him into his arms and carried him over to his chair, where he sat with him on his lap. Ignoring his damp erection, he rubbed Kiamh’s arm as he cuddled him close. “I shallnae expect any more adoration, lad. Permit me instead to attend you.”
He closed his eyes as he leaned against the laird’s strong shoulder, his muscles tightening and then loosening as Fifer stroked his big hand over his arm, chest and then his belly. He couldn’t keep his own penis from swelling and rising as the laird rested his hand over the front of his trews.
“Permit me pleasure you?” the laird murmured. When he nodded against his neck he slipped his long fingers into his trews and curled them around his cock. “Look now at how lovely you thicken for me.”
Kiamh glanced down to see Fifer begin slowly stroking his cock from root to tip. It wasn’t how he’d planned to seduce him, but he had to convince the laird that he appreciated the attention.
After I give him what he wants, then he’ll never stop desiring more.
Had any ever touched him with such a gentle yet expert hand?
If he’d been tentative it would have been like what he’d done in boyhood with other young druids, but Fifer also knew exactly how to stroke him.
The laird watched his face as if seeing his pleasure mattered more than his own.
Then he kissed Kiamh’s ear, and began to murmur to him.
“If you desire more of my attentions, then come to my bed chamber at night.” His hand tightened and moved faster.
“I shall give you all you want. If you need my hand on your pretty cock, ’tis yours.
My mouth as well. If you long to be taken, I shall come into you and stroke you until you spill, and then fill you with my cream. ”
The notion of this big, important man offering to be his to command made Kiamh suddenly jerk and jet all over his fingers. Fifer kept gliding his slick hand over his shaft over and again until the last spurt left him.
With trembling hands Kiamh released his trews, shoving them down as he knelt on the floor before the laird, his legs spread and his bare buttocks quivering.
“Please,” he said, not having to feign the breathlessness in his voice. “Take me as your lover, my lord.”
The laird came down behind him, but then turned him over onto his back and hitched his legs up around his hips.
“I want to see your eyes as I take you,” Fifer said, rubbing his cock with his wet hand before working the head into his tight pucker.
Being spread open by the man’s giant cock made Kiamh gasp with delight and dread, for he truly didn’t know if he could take his girth.
Then Fifer slowly inched into his opening, pumping slowly to make him take more and more of his thick cock.
A moment before his size made it painful he penetrated him to his root, and held himself inside him.
“Dinnae cry,” he crooned, and kissed away the tears sliding down Kiamh’s cheeks. “I shallnae hurt you, leannan.”
He didn’t want him to be gentle, he wanted to be facked hard. Yet making the laird lose his iron-clad self-control might be as entertaining as getting what he truly wanted.
“Oh, my lord.” He pretended to be confounded, shivering and shaking while he clenched around Fifer’s great shaft. “I cannae bear your stillness. Please, you must... I want– I need– Ah.”
“So you shall take me.” The laird started to move, grunting as he came into him, his eyes hot and his big body tense. “Take all of me, aye, and I shall make you spill for me again.”
Kiamh cried out as the long length prodded him inside, causing hot blood to pour into and stiffen his own tadger.
In another moment he would jet again, thanks to the hot, deliciously rough manner in which Fifer hammered into him.
Then he looked up into the laird’s eyes, now filled with lust and longing, and he knew he had him.
“Make me yours,” he cried out as his baws tightened and his cream fountained out of him, triggering Fifer to do the same deep inside him.
In that moment he knew the laird was his, and so was everything else he had ever wanted.