The Highlander's Taken Bride (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  “Shite!” she screamed. “You lie!”

  “I have no advantage in lying, girl. Your Majesty. Whatever you prefer.”

  He shrugged and finally unlocked the cage door, much to Allia’s surprise.

  “What…what are you doing?”

  “Titles are sort of meaningless when your family reputation crashes. I told the people that once we got the ransom paid we’d be done with you. But the word is your extended family thinks that you’re payment enough. In exchange for taking you, we stop the raids and respect the borders. It’s recompense.”

  “Recompense? In what world is kidnapping and sexual slavery recompense?”

  Gerard laughed. “Are you really that dense?”

  She stared cluelessly into his eyes.

  “I guess you are. The fact of the matter is that your people have been attacking ours for over the course of two years. I suppose they never sent word out to the women and children, aye?”

  “You mean…my brothers waged war against your kind?”

  “It’s been a long and bloody battle. We had enough of your pillages and rapes of our innocent. We decided it was time to fight back, manners be damned. The truth is, our human slaves wanted to take you and all the other maidens of your village and treat them like whores. But I spared you. I made the order and let your sisters run to safety, though heaven knows where.”

  “Why? Why would you?”

  “Not sure. Perhaps because we have a soul. We have to be better than the people who would spurn us.”

  “I see.”

  “Oh but don’t pity our compassion, girl. We made sure that your murderous brothers suffered. That much we owed to our victims.”

  Allia nodded. “Now what? If they don’t pay…what happens to me?”

  “I take you as my bride. Or at least, that’s what we tell your people.”

  “And would I be queen?”

  “Queen?” he laughed. “Queen of highlanders? That’ll be quite the day when our kind bows to you, my Queen. On account of the lot of us thinking you’re quite the troublemaking lass.”

  “But…if I’m not to be your bride…what becomes of me?”

  “Well, that’s where it gets complicated. If I don’t take you, and my brethren don’t take you…we have to give you to our human slaves.”

  “No! You can’t!” she said, taking a few steps back and becoming agitated.

  “What?”

  “They threatened me. They said, they promised, they would take advantage of me. I am just an heiress. A countess. I am not a warrior and I would never give orders to hurt your people the way my brothers did.”

  “I wish I had good news, girl. But I don’t. There’s no way we’re going to be married. And I rightly assume what you’re telling me about my human slaves is correct. However, the only other option would be to let you go. And frankly, with so many maniacs out there in the wilderness, it’s not safe for a girl like you. You’re going to end up beaten and humiliated just as well out there.”

  “There has to be something else.”

  “I can ask my brothers…but something tells me they don’t want you either.”

  “Why do you hate humans so much? Am I really that sickening to look at? The scourge of every brave warrior?”

  Gerard sighed. “Look, don’t think too hard on this. The truth is, we don’t mix with humans because we have a…well, a rather strange tradition. We marry into our own family.”

  “Eeew! I mean…that’s fascinating. Why?”

  Gerard shrugged. “I don’t quite get it either. Except that my grandfather decided that we were not to be highlanders anymore, but our own kind apart from the other highlanders. As you probably have figured out, we don’t meet other clans of highlanders. We are designed to be killers, warriors and competitors. We kill other highlanders we run into, such is the unwritten law.”

  “But…”

  “But…my clan decided a while back we ought to strengthen the bond. Produce offspring that stay loyal at all times. And that loyalty…well, it led to some rather strange bedfellows, literally speaking.”

  “But…you don’t have to do that. And unless you feel some weird…I mean…some unusual attraction to your own sister, then you shouldn’t be forced into it.”

  “Well, such an objection to tradition would anger my siblings, I’m sure. And hey…”

  He smiled and looked into her eyes. “Telling them that I’m choosing the human queen instead of one of them would certainly not be a popular decision.”

  “Do you…find me attractive, my Lord?”

  He flinched at the thought. “I’m a highlander. You’re a human. How can there be attraction?”

  “What if you have human ancestors in your blood?”

  “You got quite the mouth on you, huh?”

  “I do, my Lord. And to be honest with you, I would much rather save my mouth and the rest of my body for you and you alone.”

  The thought scandalized Gerard who tried his best to shake it off. “I appreciate the sentiment. But that can’t happen.”

  “Because it can’t or because…you don’t find me attractive?”

  “I…I don’t suspect this conversation ends with any dignity. So let’s drop it, shall we?”

  She nodded and he walked a few feet away from her, analyzing the clouds in the sky.

  “I sense rain coming. It’s best you take off now and head south. I don’t want to see you hurt. My people are sure to hurt you worse than the ones out there, who may be villainous or may be kind.”

  Allia walked up to him and looked him in the eye. He kept talking, unaware that Allia had put her hand up to his pants and began unbuttoning his crotch.

  “Just remember to tell them who you are…”

  He surely noticed when Allia had pushed away his second layer, and found his second weapon in no time at all.

  “What-What are you doing?!” he said, alarmed at the touch of her hands.

  “I’m saving myself. I’m desperate for help. Can’t you see?”

  “I understand, but don’t be doing that sort of thing. What if we were caught?”

  “We wouldn’t be…” she said, still touching his opened pants. “We could keep it a secret.”

  Gerard pushed her away and turned around. “This is your disgrace, woman. I won’t tell them what you did but for god’s sake go now.”

  “Then you have sentenced me to death.”

  “I have sentenced you to go find your own life.”

  “Fine,” she said, looking him in the eye and still testing his attraction. “Then I will accept being your slave.”

  “I don’t-”

  “Your human slave. If your followers treat me poorly, then that is my punishment. I will accept it. And if you so will it, they will do with me what they please while you watch.”

  Gerard seemed upset but was without words to contradict her. What he was asking of her proved too much. What she hoped of him felt mad. Whatever compromise could be made would have to break tradition, and perhaps defy logical entirely.

  III

  Gerard slept naked, as many highlanders did. However, given the provocative promise made to his bigoted siblings, he chose to rest in a tent by himself. At night before he dreamt, Gerard meditated on all that he had seen and heard. The image of Allia was still fresh in his mind. Her lecherous behavior, he concluded, was an act of desperation. Not her own fault.

  And such a scenario could never happen in any land outside her delusional mind. Besides, highlanders were too strong for human beings. Even if they did such an act, such a terrible act, how could they possibly perform it without killing the lesser female?

  Absurd questions he concluded. However, when he forced his mind to other thoughts and finally fell to sleep, a most inconvenient dream occurred. He dreamt of Allia in her natural form. Without clothes and bathing in a nearby river. Her body was smaller than his with little to no perception of sorcery. However, her imperfections seemed to make her more alluring. He watched her
bathe and felt new sensations in his own body. Something beyond attraction. Something obsessive, dirty and intense.

  When he awoke in a cold sweat all that was on his mind was the forbidden girl. His bride to be, who was so eager to please him. He felt a longing for her throughout his entire body, though his larger than life penis certainly bore the brunt of that affection. He decided to get dressed and walk outside the hut for a time.

  Gerard walked outside after suiting up and then casually glanced at the guest tent where his mock bride waited. He walked over cautiously, just to peer inside and see if she might be unclothed, the way she was in his dream.

  Indeed she was and she was even more breathtaking than his fantasy. Her curves were so well defined and her nude form left nothing to the imagination. The way she breathed in deeply and her body rose and fell in serenity left him staring in awe. His conscience told him to walk away, to not exploit such a vulnerable person. But his desire grew moment by moment.

  He slipped inside the tent quietly and looked at her again. She looked so innocent and helpless. Scared to death when awake, but when she slept she was something close to being “beautiful”, the way highlander females were said to be.

  He leaned down and touched her feet; her dainty feet felt so soft against his hardened skin. Her ankles were milky white and her thighs so supple and smooth. Without giving it much thought, he succumbed to his desire and placed a kiss on her lower thigh. Then another… and another. His warm and fresh lips turning her on even in a state of sleep.

  He was fascinated by her guttural groan – half-asleep but still aroused. She had a smile on her face and seemed to open her legs wider every time he kissed her. Her little body shivers only enticed him to come forward and explore more of her body.

  Gerard slowly put his face between her legs and inhaled her unique scent. The wet texture of her lips and pussy was magnetizing. It drew him in closer and within minutes, he couldn’t help but put his lips on her lips. Tasting her and touching her. His hands and fingers rubbed every inch of her pussy.

  He slowly put his tongue on her pussy lips and began running it back and forth, sampling her taste. The gentle suckling of his lips woke her up and she fluttered her eyes open to see him stooping in a very compromising position.

  “My Lord…”

  “Allia…I’m sorry…”

  He said it, right before licking her clitoris in no particular rush to stop.

  “Ohhh…” she said in confusion, though the sigh soon became a more passionate sound. It was hard to deny the feelings he was causing, as he licked her so tenderly.

  “Do what you must, Sire. All I have is yours…” she said in trepidation.

  But a shy naked woman humming and groaning for approval was a temptation hard to resist. Gerard continued licking her, spreading her legs farther apart and licking her clit down to her wet lips beneath.

  Though he had sex with other outsider highlanders years ago, he had never felt the joy of human skin. Their bodies seemed weaker and more reactive to stimulation. Every time he kissed her, she seemed to vibrate and exhale in her voice.

  He licked her clit in strong patterns, causing her to reach up and grab her hair, holding onto the intense moment. She braced herself and shook little tremors of release. Her voice choked and she took a deep inhale. A strong wave of pleasure came over her: the first orgasm of many to come.

  “I don’t know what’s come over me…I just can’t stop. You’re so…”

  “Yes…say it.”

  “You’re beautiful. Every time I touch you I feel a little more alive.”

  “I want to be touched. Touch me.”

  He was reluctant, probably panged in conscience, but his physical desire was overpowering. As he continued eating her pussy out with his strong tongue, he took the time to sample her breasts. He moved his hands across her curves, loving the peaks and valleys of her form.

  She breathed in and shuddered, feeling hot warm kisses beneath while he squeezed her nipples above. He clamped his fingers together on her hard nipples, and tickled her areolas with heavy pressure.

  “Ahh,” she moaned as she pulled her shoulders up and looked at him in excitement. “Take me…” she said quietly as she pulled on his pants and heavy winterwear.

  He took off his fur coat and his jacket beneath as she touched his pants, drawing a finger up the leg and to the belted center.

  Allia unbuttoned his lower body suit as she reached in and found his hardening member. By this time, Gerard had stripped down to his leathery top. He smiled at her as he pulled it apart and let her gaze at his muscular and slightly hairy chest.

  She put her hands on his body, tracing his muscular abs up to his strong pectorals. His chest was strong and his hair was rough, giving her a chill. Allia unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down, exposing his huge cock, which was just started to lengthen. Already a grand nine inches and still growing, she stroked him tenderly.

  “Mmmm…” he hummed as she looked up at him. She stroked his cock with her closed fingers and gradually increased the speed, firming his manhood up to twelve inches.

  “Your kind is so big,” she said with a shy smile, finding his eyes and swooning.

  “Immortals are not pure human. We do have certain gifts…as you can see.”

  “Would you like me to use my mouth? Like we talked about?” she asked, kneeling before him and putting her lips up to the tip.

  Before he could answer, she was already gently kissing the head of his uncut cock, a massive beast that could barely fit in her mouth. She sucked him gently, tasting his unique musk, which was woody and sweet like his skin. Fitting him into her mouth took courage and patience but she managed to stuff at least half of his cock down her throat, coming back for a firm suck on his tight red head.

  When he was tight and full length she stopped sucking him and prepared for the consummation. She knew they would have to be quiet. He knew this, but it simply wasn’t in a highlander’s nature to keep things quiet. She kissed him all over the lower half of his body, from his firm and smooth testicles down to his thighs and knees. As Allia welcomed him to the ground of the tent, her hands caressed his form, worshiping him like a god.

  She helped him turn over on his back and get into position. She was ready to ride him and take his entire cock or however much of it might fit. She started slow at first, kissing his legs and belly, and the thin line of red hair that fell below his naval. Then she put her hands on his chest, balancing herself as she carefully lowered her pussy onto his snake-like member.

  She groaned as she began taking it in, falling three inches down at first and loving the feeling of his cock entering her sensitive lips. She could feel the smooth but thick ridges of his cock head as well as the strong veins that tickled her.

  When Gerard withdrew himself he felt more of her wetness, and found her warmth and enveloping texture inviting, prompting a series of groans.

  Allia took more of him with the second try, fitting half of his cock inside her. He went in smooth and deep, reaching past her sensitive entrance and front interior and then beyond. But it still wasn’t all of him.

  As she struggled to fit him inside, Gerard was quaking and exhaling deeply, feeling every inch of penetration and loving the subtle but intense feelings of human mortals. They felt tighter, warmer inside and their skin seemed to flush with both emotion and color with every stroke. They were more passionate creatures than his own kind, and their voices, the feminine pleasure cries, were so ear-tingling he was almost speechless.

  Vocal though he was, the next withdraw and reinsertion gave Gerard and Allia both a mutual bellow that was almost too loud for comfort. He went in deeper, up to nine inches into the tightest parts of her interiors.

  Just as he started to tremor, Allia rode him harder, this time going in deeper before she came out, rocking his whole body to new cadences of movement.

  She started moaning too, though she tried to keep things quiet. Not that having a foot long dick up her priv
ates made it any easier to keep her mouth shut. Truth is, the silence and the secret notion of the affair made it hot for both of them. They panted as they grabbed each other and pounded each other’s bodies deeper inside. By the time he gave her all twelve inches of his cock, she was losing breath and riding him like a wild stallion. Their energy was cracking and within minutes they were both sweating and panting, barely able to keep their breathing under control. They did keep things quiet, or at least tried to, as Allia rode him hard, all the while keeping her hand over his mouth to avoid the more raucous cries for help.

  She wore him out like a good woman and made no apologies for just how dirty of a wife she could be, if that what his thing. The immortal one surely had no complaints, for every highlander’s libido tended to be higher than that of any man.

  Allia could tell when Gerard was ready to lose it. His whole body seemed to tremble and his cock began spasming involuntarily, preparing for an explosion. He grabbed her by the hair and buried his face in her tits, exhaling warm breath on her skin. Finally, he came and the shot fired was hard and unforgiving—more like a stab than a splash. But it felt good nonetheless and kept Allia shaking and absorbing the river of sperm for a good half a minute.

  She resisted screaming loud enough to wake the camp, but still exhaled deeply, breathing hard all over his sweaty skin as she stopped riding him and leaned forward for a kiss. After sharing another kiss and holding each other close, Allia tipped over and swooped to his side, giving him a chance to breathe.

  They lay next to each other and relaxed, sucking in air and enjoying an experience that was far from normal or predictable. “I should go,” he whispered.

  “Better hurry,” she whispered. “You’re naked.”

  “We all sleep in the nude.”

  “But you don’t walk around outside like that, do you?”

  “I suppose I don’t. They may think I’m getting too comfortable around their personal area.”

  She kissed him again, and watched as he quickly dressed and soon left the tent.