“I see what you mean. But…we can’t. I want to…but I can’t. My father’s at home. There’s no place to do such a thing.”
“I don’t need anything but your beauty and my curiosity, Torra. Nothing else.”
“We don’t even have a bed…”
He couldn’t care any less, as he was already necking her and fanning the flames of passion. She wore old wool, a modest top and leggings. It kept her warm but it wasn’t the easiest racket to get rid of. Seumas kissed his way down from her neck to her chest, taking his warm lips all over her body. He opened her top, pulling open the buttons and then lifting the rest off from her torso to her arms. She welcomed his hard chiseled face to her soft bosom, letting his lips caress her skin. He kept her warm, rubbing his face against her breasts and causing a warming sensation all over her body.
His hot breath and humid lips seemed to ward off the cold of winter. He kissed a path from her breasts down to her stomach and passed her button, her sighs and purrs like music to his hears. He put his lips on both her erect nipples and rubbed them gently. Then the rugged man leaned over and licked her right nipple in circles, leaving behind a hot little flame of sensation and dribble.
“Mmmm…yes…do that…”
She sighed in agony as he put his firm lips to her other breast, nibbling at her hardening nipple and tongue caressing her areola. Just where her body directed him to go. She was inexperienced but felt his power and seemed to involuntarily follow him, solicit him, and call to him with her most sensitive parts.
“Oh God…” she hummed in embarrassment. She was wet and this was not anticipated. But her scent only pushed him further, wanting to go further with her. He reached up and bent over as he pulled her pants and leggings down, finding a cold shivering body underneath. She was wet as a flood for him, powerless to resist his kiss, his touch, and most of all his flames of supernatural heat.
Try as she might to slow things down, the immortal one did have an aura of magic to him, and every breath, every droplet of saliva he left on her bare body seemed to glow and resonate and drip achingly like hot wax. It felt painful but yet not the kind of pain you want to stop. She was powerless to say no. The woman tried her best to keep her legs together, if nothing else not to appear too easy, but when his hands emanated warmth and mild electrical current all she could do was spread her intimacy to him—welcoming him to her pussy, her tight-lipped and lightly cut secret that she had shown no man before.
He rested his fingers on her tits, her so-hard-they-hurt nipples begging for his squeeze. He increased the pressure and she lowered his head down to place steamy kisses on her bush. The drift from the cool breeze contrasted his warm and flaming kiss. She opened her legs farther apart and let him explore her lips, licking her wet essence and tasting the oozing wine.
“What are you doing to me…”
“Shhh,” he whispered, still squeezing her nipples from atop as he licked her shaking cunt. “Don’t fight the sensations,” he said to her, looking into her eyes as he looked up from her quaking pussy. “Let it flow. Let yourself surrender to me. Trust me.”
“Unghhh…I do trust you. With everything.”
“Give me everything,” he said softly. “Open your legs wider and let me lick you deeper.”
“Ohhhhh…I’ve never felt anything like this…” she whispered. “It feels very wrong. Reckless.”
She shook her pelvis back and forth, feeling a deep pang of pleasure. “What kind of magic are you doing to me, ye rogue?”
“The kind of magic only a special woman deserves.”
“Mmmm! You do such profane things. No man has ever seen me this way. So bare…so exposed.”
“Yet I crave more.”
“Don’t do it…please…I can’t resist you. But I can’t trust you wholly. Because I am afraid…that…”
“Sshhhh,” he said firmly. “Don’t be afraid.”
He reached inside her pussy with two fingers and worked a little magic of his own, stroking her sensitive internal spot. “All you have to do is feel pleasure. Let my hand guide you there.”
“Y-Yes!” She tightened her pussy walls and closed in around his fingers but it didn’t stop him from pounding her raw, using all her natural flowing fluids and then spilling some more. He rubbed her deep inside and then out to the outer regions of her pussy, right below her writhing wet bush.
“Feel me. Feel my essence and let my thoughts, my spirit, consume you.”
“Yeees! Oh God, Seumas, yes! You’re making me shiver…making me…explode.”
He increased the speed of his stroking, grabbing her bouncing breasts as he did, holding her with his strong hands and forcing a loud and powerful orgasm from the depths of her lungs. “Oh yes! Don’t stop! No, wait, stop! You’re driving me to Hell!”
He stroked her hard, violently, so raw and boiling that she collapsed to the ground from her seated position, pounding her arms on the cold ground below.
“Ohh wait…stop. Stop. No more. The crazy things you do to my body, sorcerer.”
“And so much more to come.”
“Take your clothes off. I want to see what you hide.”
“I hide nothing. Not even my most obscene desire for you.”
She pulled his coat off and eyed his hulking body in nervous anticipation. He wore heavy clothing and layers of it, to protect him from swords and inclement winter nights. She took his pants off first, pulling them down after untying the knot and helping him step out. Before she went for his trousers, she pulled open his buttoned shirt, until his hairy but muscular chest and abdomen jutted forth. She kissed his chest and inhaled his smell. Then, as she bent down, she pulled his trousers down to the ground, freeing his dragon of a huge cock. Eleven inches erect and this wizard seemed to have complete power over it, to shift, flex and kick it at will.
“Oh my, Mister Seumas. It’s quite a monster down here.”
“Touch it. Your curiosity is my pleasure.”
She obliged and took her oath of coddling his cock quite seriously. She fondled it and rubbed it shaft to head, feeling the surge of blood go through him. He was uncircumcised and she loved pulling the head out of the skin and bundling it back in. As much fun as she was having, she wasn’t sure what to do next to such a god amongst men.
He understood the look and smiled. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready yet. But I’ll tell you what you can do for me…”
He guided her over to his side then pushed her up and over, letting her throttle his lying body. He grabbed his cock in his hand and with his fingers guided it to slide in between her lips, grazing the clitoral hood. She was wide-eyed and curious at first, playing along by shifting her clit and lips along his cock. But soon, the friction intensified and her clit started to burn with a throbbing sensation.
“Ohhh…yes! I like this. You’re such a knowledgeable man, aren’t you?”
“Not really. I just adore the feminine figure. And I can think of all sorts of profane, terrible things to do with our vessels.”
“Ahhh!” she cried, riding his cock along her clitoris faster, but careful not to slip and penetrate. “This is making me want to scream again…” she said, shifting side to side and concentrating on the friction that was buzzing out of control.
“Then come again.”
“Auuhhhh!” she screamed grabbing her breasts and hollering to the mountains, her voice echoing like a bird.
She lay down to the side of Seumas, her breaths fast and choking. “I want you to feel what I felt.”
“Stroke me.”
She sighed deeply and gently encompassed his cock in her hands. She could already feel his energy, his surge inside wanting to bubble forth like a fountain. She stroked him hard and fast, squeezing him, then rubbing him then delicately flushing her fingers across his head. She played with his erection for long minutes on end…but she couldn’t make him lose control as easily as he did to her.
“Now is not the time. But it’s all right. I got what I wanted. I wan
ted to see you lose control. Scream in ecstasy. The day is not over and heaven knows what lies ahead of us.”
*
Torra spent the dusk outside, fearing nothing except her future. She felt safe in the warrior’s arms. He was a comforting presence: large and agile, and best of all with an aura of magic. She couldn’t help but caress his naked body, even as his fur coat covered them from the cool winds.
“I don’t see how you can do it,” Torra said. Have such emotional intimacy with a person and then say goodbye. I suppose that’s just the innocent virgin in me talking.”
“Because I’ve never had much choice,” he said calmly but wistfully. “Many of those I’ve loved were taken from me. I avenged some of them. Not others. But their memories never left me. The first time…no…the first few times, I felt guilt. For trying to move on with my life and start new friendships. But after a while, and after experiencing so much heartache, you start to feel grateful for the moments you do have. No sense in comparing them. You’re grateful for life.”
“Aye. I am grateful for you, Seumas. Even though you’re destined to walk away from me.”
“If I had a choice then I would stay. Protect your family. Live like a normal man. But I’ve already been called to this fight. I figure if I die, then I’ll leave all my money to you. Make sure you get something from it. See what I mean? I am a good husband…even if I only last a week, I’ll be a good provider.”
“Shame on you, Seumas,” she said, slapping his arm. She found his eyes and looked into his tired and weary soul. “Why do you feel obligated to do this? This oath of yours?”
“What else am I to do? Why are you obligated to watch over your mum and father?”
She eyed him in wonder and resentment. “What if…I honored you before them? If I left to go be with you, and follow you into battle. Letting them fend for themselves. Would it mean anything to you?”
Seumas stared in flinching pain. “Why would you ask something like that?”
“Because I must know this. Would you give up your quest for me? If I was willing to give up my family for you?”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Why?” she said, finding his eyes and sitting up, eager to resolve the issue.
“Because. This is all I know.” terrible
“All you’ve told me all this time is how dreadful life has treated you. How terrible the life of a highlander is. What if I could make it go away? Not by magic, but by love?
He almost answered on reflex but instead, peered into her eyes, wondering what indeed was his destiny. “And speaking in theory…where would we go?”
“Away from here. Away from these warriors, from my father. Away from everybody.”
He smiled, a bit uncomfortable as if he was too hard-hearted to dream anymore.
“I would feel obligated to help your family, at least for now. Obligated to ward off the other highlander, at least one of them. The one you ought to fear.”
“Only if you let me help. Because, if you really want to marry me, Seumas, we go into battle together.”
He kissed her in approval. Sure, he liked the way dreams sounded. He enjoyed fantasy landscapes of Elysian fields and paradise calling to him. But what was any of this in reality?
**
III
The mood was somber as Seumas and Torra made their way home, neither of them too eager to face the patriarch. Seumas entered the home first, immediately provoking Kincaid who had been resting and drinking.
“You have some guts, man,” Kincaid said, spitting and roaring in disfavor. Showing your face in my house. Did I not make my self clear?”
“Yes, you did,” Seumas said, staring calmly.
“Then get out.”
“Father…” she said softly. “Seumas wants to marry me.”
He fumed at the thought. His nostrils flared and his face turned red as blood. “I didn’t hear you. And if you say it again for my benefit, I will slap you girl, in front of this fool you brought home.”
“Father! How dare you!”
“There’s no need to be upset, Torra,” Seumas said. “It is what we expected.”
“We?” Kincaid roared back. “Why we? What did you do to her, you sorcerer?”
“I did nothing but what she asked. What she wanted.”
“My stupid daughter doesn’t know what she wants. How dare you force herself upon her.”
“I did no such thing…”
“Yes, you did! Girls cannot make up their own minds when they’re this young. You manipulated her.”
“She is a grown woman. As I am a grown man.”
“No. You’re not.” He rammed his big belly into Seumas’ ribs and glared. “I am a man. You are not a man. You’re not even a human being. Not really. You are an evil messenger, the wrath of the Devil. You come here and dare to tell me about my daughter? Get out of here. Or so help me I will kill you.”
“Father, please!” Torra said, breaking down and crying. “We don’t ask anything from you except your permission.”
“DENIED! And you are forbidden from leaving this place. If you even think about it, I will kill this imposter. This rapist. And then I will slap all the love right out of your face.”
“How dare you!” Torra screamed, alarming her mother who came out from the bedroom to see the commotion.
“What? What is going on?”
“We’re leaving,” Torra said, speaking through her tears.
“Daughter, don’t go,” Muira said. “I know your father’s a scary man. A fool sometimes. Or oftentimes! But…this man…he isn’t like you or me.”
“She’s right. And he’s right,” Seumas said, as he looked into the faces of each one there. His lover and Kincaid and Kincaid’s wife. “I am no ordinary man. I have never claimed to deserve anything except the kindness people give me. If you want me to go, I will go.”
“Leave! Get the fuck out of here!” the patriarch roared, shoving Seumas outside the cottage. “You aren’t wanted. Don’t you ever come back. I forbid this marriage. And so help me, I will kill you. I will behead you faster than I would fuck or shit. Now get the hell out and never come back.”
Seumas look dejected, but agreed. He was a powerful being, no doubt. But the angry words of Kincaid hit home, striking him in his heart where there were only painful memories left. Indeed, what sort of terrible obligation was he putting on this girl, to tear her away from her family?
He took leave, amid screaming family madness. He didn’t want any part of it, or more to the point, he didn’t want to be the cause of any more grief. He had done that, centuries ago, and had memories so dark and troublesome they felt like yesterday.
He didn’t get very far, even after his late night trek. She used all the skills her father ever taught her to sniff him down like a bloodhound. She escaped her home while her parents slept, never once questioning the madness of what she was doing.
It took her a good hour to track him down, to walk over the fields of Valtour and to catch him before he disappeared into the vast wilderness, where he would go to face certain death.
“You silly little girl,” he said, welcoming Torra into his arms. “Why? I left for your own good…you were supposed to stay put.”
“No,” she said crying, causing a small storm of her own. “Because you asked me to marry you. And I said yes.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t say I came running out here, risking certain death, just to have you send me away, Seumas.”
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“Don’t give me anymore about your old life. You said it yourself: life is merely living and enjoying every moment. Don’t ache about the past. Enjoy what you have now. Marry me now, for whatever time we have left.”
“What about your parents? I should go back and…”
“They don’t want ye, Seumas,” she said with a sigh. “They don’t want me. I sold them out, or at least that’s the story they want to remember.”
“But Cresto
ff…I have to stop him.”
“That’s your choice. But just so you know, my father doesn’t want your help. You owe them nothing.”
“And yet I owe you everything, my sweet bride.”
“I want you inside of me, my love. You are everything to me now. And I want to marry you. Today, or tonight, or tomorrow morning…whenever. Whatever church would have us.”
He said nothing and bit his tongue to keep from arguing with her. Of course it was all a dangerous idea, but how could he say no to her face? Her lovely face, her crying face, that looked upon him as a lover, a father, and a god? He was everything to her and she was now what he lived for.
They made love in the forest that night, this time Seumas created a bed of leaves and grass and a comfortable spot to enjoy a good hearty fuck. They stripped each other bare and walked naked in the forest, playing with each other’s every body part; her hands caressing and exploring his shaft to his balls, and up again to his prick hole; his hands penetrating her pussy and giving her full body spasms the likes of which she had never felt before.
This time she was ready. She wanted his cock inside of her and every damn inch of it. He began cautiously, parting her legs with just one touch. He entered her slowly at first, letting her body get used to his thick cockhead as it softly meandered around her clit. Then he pushed it into her lips and through the entrance, causing a whirlwind of sensation that flashed up to her buzzing head. She spread her legs farther apart and let him push more inches of cock into her waiting walls, each inch feeling like a brand new man.
He kept his breathing strong and his motions controlled. But she was already shaking in excitement and nervous surrender, all the while spreading more of herself open so that he could put himself in. At first his cock pushing through hurt, just a little bit, but he kept the motions fluid and smooth, gentle as the touch of his loving hands.
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