Ian's Story (The Immortal Clan Keith Book 1)

by Ardent Rose

  Ian started a fire, and concentrated on his explanation, so as not to scare her. “Ye remember me saying, some things are not as they be?”

  Patricia nodded. He warmed himself and carried on with this story. “Anita and Helen, how well do ye know them?”

  “Odd question, but just as colleagues mostly. We have never been social outside of university functions.”

  Ian took a seat beside Patricia. “They be trolls, love, after y’er strength and power and more particularly, me immortality. The magic and power within us transfers to the person who takes our life, unless we be bonded. Then y’er strength combines with mine and we are stronger for eternity. That does not, however make us indestructible. But death is only permanent by beheading.”

  She gasped and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Why did they wait until I came to Scotland? They’ve had many opportunities in the U.S.”

  “They could not harm yah, if I came to ye in the dreaming. And I covered ye with me strength through our relations.”

  “Are we safe here? Can they find us? Dammit the tingling thing takes a lot out of me.” Patricia grew agitated and upset.

  Ian wrapped his big arms around her body. “Calm down love, we are veerah safe here… the pixies remember? But they can find us. I say they broke into y’er room at the inn and absorbed the strength left there. It is minimal, but recharged them some.”

  Patricia hugged Ian’s shoulder. He stroked her hair. “This is a huge amount of information to take in. I could use a rest myself.”

  “Aye lass, I’ll be preparin’ the fire in the bed chamber.”

  Ian left her alone for a bit. Her thoughts wandered to the morning. She remembered something Ian said. ‘ye bear my mark, will ye bear my name?’ She tugged at her blouse and ran her fingertips over a ridge of marks on her skin. Her brain tingled anew with the realization she was actually bonded to this immortal highlander.

  She focused on the tingle and her body lifted from her seat. She grew feathery light wings and could float on the air. Ian entered the room, she lost concentration and fell onto the floor.

  Ian grinned and collected her from the floor. “Y’er magic is fierce, Tricia my love. Learn to walk a bit before ye try to fly.”

  The bed chamber was swathed in a warm orange glow. The flickering light cast eerie shadows on the walls. The bed invited them in with soft quilts and fluffy pillows.

  Ian stood her at the side of the bed. His mouth touched hers playfully. Patricia disrobed and whispered, “Is it not our wedding night, husband?”

  Ian tossed his shirt on a chair in his disbelief at her utterance. A wicked smile curled up on his lip. “Yes, me beautiful wife, it surely is.”

  He yanked the quilt from the bed. He lifted his bride and followed her down onto the bed. His large hands spread across her waist and pulled her into his body. She grabbed his head and crushed their lips together. Her tongue aggressively lapped against his. He moaned into her mouth and his hips pushed forth. She threw her leg over his hip to get even closer.

  Suddenly she felt like a wanton creature, as she slid her hand down the front of his trousers. She fondled his length and teased the tip with her thumb. He bucked into her hand. She rolled him over and sat astride him. Her breasts brushed his chest and he squeezed her to him. Their mouths locked in a passionate embrace.

  Patricia’s body moved of its own accord and pressed down on his clothed manhood. He thrust back, “Yeh’re torturing me, ye naughty wench. Let me out of these trews that I may properly love me wife.”

  Patricia pushed his trousers down and he kicked them from his feet. She busied herself with aggressively licking his cock. Ian buried his hands in her hair and cursed the gods for such decadence. She curled her tongue around the bell-end and sucked the precum with a moan. One of her hands pumped his shaft and the other fondled his balls.

  Ian realized he was jerking her head, instead he clutched the covers and watched her sweet lips engulf him. “Not a prettier sight in all of Scotland, I’d wager.”

  His praise did not go unnoticed. Patricia sucked him as deep as possible. She felt him grow harder against her tongue. She sucked harder, pumped harder and moaned vibrations of ecstasy against his cock. His fists pounded the bed and his seed spurted into her waiting throat. Her throat constricted and he pushed her head down all the way.

  She slipped his cock from her mouth freshly covered in spittle. She kissed his balls, his tummy, and made her way up his torso. She bit him behind the ear. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply, the taste of his seed fresh on her tongue.

  Ian had not been given such a precious gift in decades. “My Patricia, tis a naughty wench and a loving wife. Thank you for my gift. Twill be my privilege to return the favor over and over.”

  She brushed his hair from his eyes, the blue deep as midnight. She caressed his cheek. “I am the one who is privileged, to have such a handsome husband who regards acts of love as gifts. I am always happy to be your naughty wench and loving wife. Ian Keith, I love you.”

  “Aye my beautiful Patricia, I love you too. It is Proud I am, to welcome you to the clan of Keith, forevermore, my wife.”

  ***

  Outside in the darkness, leaves rustled on the path. An owl sounded in the distance and warned of impending danger. The trolls wandered close by. Abruptly, Helen screamed in pain. Anita ran to her side.

  “My mistress, what ails you? Are you hurt?”

  Helen’s eyes turned blood red. “The power has shifted, Nita … we are too late. She has agreed. We must go and tell the others.”

  Anita took her hands and they disappeared into a portal nearby. “A struggle for power is about to commence.”

  Part Seven

  The days passed quietly for the lovers. Each day Ian explored the depth of her power. He taught her the art of materialization, or jumping, from place to place. He often took her to the waterfall to practice with her wings. She was also gifted with mind bonding with her mate.

  Today, Ian would begin her combat training. She knew the mechanics, and now they practiced.

  “The trolls fight dirty, me love. You’ll have to keep on ye toes with that lot. They’ve reasoned out by now, that we have bonded.” Ian showed her the two-handed claymore, being the traditional sword of war.

  Patricia struggled with the claymore, because of her petite size. “This one is heavy, but I think with a few days practice I will be able to handle it. My strength grows each day.”

  Ian laughed loudly. “Aye, my wench tis the lovin’ that makes us stronger in our bond. Here let’s use this one today.” He handed her a sgian-dubh, a small knife easily concealed. It was usually worn as an armpit knife with a kilt.

  She admired the relic he was holding. “I think I may be better suited to a dagger, or mattucashlass. The small knife combined with my speed for jumping and flight make it a much better choice.” She whipped the dagger around and jumped from place to place. She unfurled her wings and moved even quicker.

  Ian attempted to capture her but she was much too quick. “You are too much for this old man.” He slumped to the forest floor to catch his breath.

  Patricia alit in front of him. “Are you too tired for this, she teased?” She closed her wings and undressed before diving into the cool water.

  His eyes grew dark and heavy. “Never too tired for that, my darling.” He crawled out of his pants and shirt. He splashed into the water in search of his lady love.

  He found her under the waterfall. Her body glistened in the sunlight. The water sluiced down her body and goosebumps covered her flesh. His mouth thirsted to drink from her. She sunned herself upon a large rock. Her eyes followed his approach and she opened her thighs and welcomed him in.

  “I crave my mate and his body inside mine. Come to me and feast upon the riches.” Her voice resonated in the carnality of the fae.

  He didn’t waver and dropped to his knees to worship his bonded mate. He kissed each ankle and rubbed her feet. He sucked her toes and she keened for more.
He showered her with love bites along the calf of each leg. He considered her face before he tackled her thighs. Her breasts peaked and she had laid back on her elbows.

  He resisted the urge to plunder her deeply, by running his bearded chin up the insides of her thighs. She sighed again and wiggled against his face.

  He achieved his destination and licked her sweet lips in lollipop fashion. Her knees careened toward each other, the friction increased. With a naughty bite to her mound, he traveled up her body and assaulted her breasts. He teased her peaks a bloody red and sank his teeth into them for his life blood. She screamed his name and orgasmed against his stomach. He quickly thrust into her and she latched onto him for dear life. Unable to control herself, she too bit into his shoulder and accepted his essence.

  Two bodies joined in a carnal dance of passion only added fuel to the voyeuristic bystanders. They watched and so were consumed by the energy poured out between the lovers.

  Anita and Helen clung to each and inhaled the delicious scent of the animal act before them. “My mistress, they are so caught up in each other they have not sensed us yet. Should we attack, before they do?”

  Helen ran her hand down Anita’s body and placed two fingers inside of her. Anita’s breathing changed when she edged toward her own orgasm. “No, my pet, gather your strength for the quest. Smell them, watch them, feel them, writhing inside of you.”

  Anita rode her fingers and muffled her passionate screams in her lover’s mouth. Then promptly dropped to the ground and administered pleasure to her mistress. “Such a good pet, yes my dear. Don’t stop.”

  Anita pumped her fingers into her and sucked her clit. Lovely creaminess flowed down her chin. Both trolls tumbled to the ground sated and re-energized. They spied on the lovers, now cuddled up together soaking in the sun.

  ***

  Ian jumped up suddenly. “I feel something. They are near. We aren’t protected in this place. Jump, Tricia.” In the blink of an eye they disappeared.

  The trolls felt the loss of energy and immediately charged for the rock. They laid down and shivered with the cogent energy left behind. “She grows stronger. We must stop her and soon.”

  Part Eight

  The trolls grasped hands tightly and chanted for Morganna, their Goddess to appear.

  “Goddess Morganna, hear our pleas

  The divinity grows stronger

  We ask on bended knee

  Your presence to aid in this quest

  Before our destiny is met.”

  Anita and Helen pressed their bare bodies together and raised their hands forcing their auras into the atmosphere.

  The wind blew and waves tossed above the rocks. The troll women stood tall, soaked and shivered, when a frigid wind suddenly swept over them.

  The Mother Goddess, Morganna had appeared. She wore a black robe and her dark hair flowed in all directions. She flashed her ebony eyes at them. “Why have you summoned me? Is this task too large for the two of you?”

  Both women fell to their knees in worship. They knew of her wrath and preferred to forsake it. She was angry that they had failed and not murdered Patricia that she mayn’t mate with the Immortal One.

  Her whip lashed out onto the backs of the prostrate troll women. They yelped in surprise as the sting registered their punishment.

  “Answer me.” She screamed.

  Helen spoke up, quickly. “We have need of your expertise, Mother Goddess. So far as we can surmise, the Immortal one has her protected by the pixies. He never leaves her side and she has come into her powers.” She paused and gulped.

  Anita continued. “He has given her tutelage into the use of weapons as well.”

  Morganna sat down upon Anita’s back. She raised to all fours and accepted her place of submission.

  Morganna hissed and caressed her own breasts. “Yes, I can feel the sexual energy between them. So divinely strong.” She purred and relished the arousal momentarily, skimming her hands down her body.

  Morganna suddenly stood. “Come,” She commanded. “Show me the place where she lives. As long as she remains barren, we have a chance. But his virility will soon afford her a child.”

  She patted their bowed heads. “That my pets, we canna allow. He will be mine.” She shook her fist in fury, before swooping them together in a cloud to the cottage.

  The pixie spell of protection was strong. The Immortal One was fortunate to have such loyal friends. Morganna conjured a crystal ball and spied on the lovers. The three women glued their eyes to the sight of Ian and Patricia, once again engaged in passionate love making. The voyeur overtook their senses and the ladies gave rapt attention to every moan and the tenderness between them.

  Since Morganna had not witnessed their passion before, she was enthralled. Her body began to react on its own and her hand slipped between the pleats of her robe and found her own folds seeped with desire. She smoothed her fingers over the wetness, and another purr emitted from her.

  The other two women were not immune to her plight, and eagerly caressed her hips and buttocks. Morganna trembled at their touch.

  They spoke in unison. “Mistress, may we pleasure you?” An answer was not needed, Helen tugged the tie on her robe and sucked on a hardened nipple.

  Anita kissed her belly and licked at Morganna’s fingers, until she removed them. Now Anita’s tongue lapped at her sweetness. Morganna pressed her head into the apex of her thighs and murmured for more. “Such ecstasy.”

  Helen stepped behind Morganna and pressed her swollen breasts into her Goddess’s bare back and ground her soft mound across her buttocks. Her nimble fingers moved to tweak and tug on Morganna’s stiffened nipples. She pressed her heavy breasts together and massaged them deeply, while kissing her neck and earlobes.

  Anita’s fingers plunged into Morganna’s depth and added to the orgasmic elation along with Helen’s combined efforts.

  “You shall be rewarded greatly, my pets. I am almost there. Please by the goddess, don’t stop.”

  She writhed against Anita’s hand and pressed her body back into Helen. Morganna’s breathing changed and the naughty troll women felt her orgasm when her body curled in on itself.

  Helen twisted her nipples harder and Anita sucked her clit into her mouth and pummeled her depths until she fell spent onto the forest floor.

  Anita laid her fingers on Helen’s lips and she sucked the juices of her mistress. Both women filled with pride and the needed energy only their Mother Goddess could provide.

  The three snuggled together, lightly touching and kissing. “You have done well, my pets.” She sat up and produced a dagger. “Take this and when the time comes you will know what to do. This blade is imbued with my powers and death will befall anyone who is struck instantly.”

  Morganna began to dress for her departure. She kissed each and warned them. “Be careful, even you can befall the death of this blade.”

  Morganna spied one last time on the lovers, before disappearing into the night. “Immortal One, be careful what you wish for…” She laughed maniacally and was gone.

  Part Nine

  Ian kissed the cheek of his sleeping beauty. She roused slightly and rolled over into his arms. “Good morning, my handsome highlander. Been awake long?”

  He chuckled deep on his chest. “Long enough to arouse you. But e’vn that was not enough.” He kissed her softly and rubbed her nose with his.

  She reached between them and found his hard cock in need of release. Her smooth hand caressed the velvet flesh. Ian gasped at her expert touch. Her lips pressed into his but before they advanced further a sound alerted the lovers of an intruder. Ian gripped his sword and kicked open the door. Standing in the middle of their living room was a hulk of a man with dark hair.

  He poked at the fire and his big back jostled when he laughed. “Brother, you best be puttin’ down that sword afore you cut y’er pecker off.”

  Ian realized he must look a sight, naked as birth swinging a huge claymore about. He chuckled too an
d slapped his brother, Mungo, on the back. “Aye, brother tis been a long time. What brings ye to me now?”

  The brothers embraced, and Patricia brought out a robe for Ian. “Brother, did I hear you say, Ian?”

  He slipped his arms inside the robe and kissed her head. “Aye, Mungo is one of me six brothers.” He pulled Patricia closer. “Brother, this is me mate, Patricia.”

  Patricia nodded at the big bear of a man. “I’ll get the pot going for coffee.” She turned to Mungo. “You will stay for breakfast, won’t you?”

  The expression on Mungo’s scruffy face grew grim. “That’s why I have come. There be no time for breakfast. We must take Patricia and go back to Fara. Bram sent me to fetch ye, afore the trolls can break the pixie spell. Seems Morgana has been hailed from her perch.”

  Ian turned to Patricia, “Better get y’er things together. The clan wouldn’t have sent fer us lest there be trouble a brewin’.” He hugged her quickly and patted her butt to scoot.

  Fara, Orkney was located on the southern isles of Scotland. There the Immortal Clan of Keith had a stronghold and a castle protected by high walls and armed guards. Not to mention, it housed seven, testosterone- riddled alpha brothers of the Keith clan.

  The Keith brothers included, Bram, the oldest and the leader of the clan, when he spoke the others listened and did as they were told. Mungo was the strongest of all the brothers, but he had a soft spot for women and children. The other brothers include Alpin, fair skin and light hair, the brains of the clan. Calum, he kept peace among the brothers and was quite diplomatic in most situations. Ewan, was the baby of the clan, a prankster and lover of life. Rarely took things seriously, but when needed, a strong fighter. And Ross, the red-headed embodiment of ferocious, with his fiery temper, and champion with a claymore.

  ***

  Outside the cottage, Anita and Helen admired the dagger Morganna had given them. A sculpted hilt with Celtic markings and a curved blade.