Callum's arm came round her waist and pulled her close.
There was more involved in marrying a MacKrannan chieftain than living in a castle. Her life was about to get very much more interesting than worrying about bathroom suppliers and the color of cushions.
Callum would have wed her that evening had there no' been a legal requirement to give fifteen days of notice, but it gave Freya time to have her gown especially made, and his heart near stopped working when his Yule bride walked into the castle courtyard on her auntie's arm. The Fair Lass of Monlachan was a stunning sight in her long white floaty frock in the Regency style, exactly like the one in the portrait, with a coronet of mistletoe and ivy and a posy to match.
He'd had the same thought himself, and wore the MacKrannan garb of the Dark Lad of Argyll.
Kenzie the Wisewoman had forwarded a text to him this morning, the one she'd sent weeks ago saying Callum Darcy – you heard it from me first. Clever lassies, one and all.
Proud he was of his people this day. His parents and brother could no' have been more delighted with his choice and all he'd done to win her. They said this lass would be a great asset to the clan and the love between them was a marvel to see.
As a qualified celebrant, Robbie the Bard married him to Freya in law. Robbie also brought out the ancient Black Book for the MacKrannan vows, wholly necessary for a chieftain to take a bride, though happily such vows no longer needed the bride to declare herself virgin. That one vow was disregarded anyway in instances of bride-stealing.
The staff had done little more to the castle decor than was usual for Yuletide with the greenery and holly berries and the hulking great Yule Log taking up the whole fireplace in the Banqueting Hall. The only things that glittered were the foils covering the corks on the MacKrannan Sparkling Honey Wine – and Freya's pale blue eyes twinkling the whole day, and her blonde hair when the candlelight shone on it.
Merriment would continue for the customary three days and nights. Right now Callum had a special Tradition to enact with Freya. They survived the raucous customs of stripping the bride and groom and putting them to bed, and when his room finally cleared of regular clansfolk he kissed her hungrily.
"You're officially mine, my bonnie Yule bride. Are you fine with that?"
"Oh I'm fine," she giggled, showing off her wedding ring made of pure Scots gold. "I've missed you!"
Another kiss for that.
"Missed me, is it? What kind of family tradition do you Harpers call it, keeping the bride away from the groom for the whole week before?"
"A different kind of bride-stealing, I suppose. Very old-fashioned!"
"Aye, well, the pot would be calling the kettle black if I said any more... you're sure you're alright with this clan Tradition for our wedding night?"
The blush came high in her cheeks as she looked to the silent Elders in turn, standing at each corner of the four-poster bed.
"It's best. I'll need the practise in case it comes up in any more of your Traditions."
"Our Traditions. They're yours too now, Mrs Freya MacKrannan."
"Ours. And what can I say... if a princess could do one like this, so can I."
A hint of a slur in her voice there. "Variations since then. How much of that honeymead have you had?"
"Less than the recommended amount. But we're doing the version your parents did?"
"Aye. It's a once in a lifetime thing."
Freya would do grand. Very few of the Traditions involved coupling or even nudity these days, though he'd had to prise her out of the Vault because she liked reading about the ones that did. A girl thing, and very healthy, his mother and the Wisewomen assured him.
She smiled and reached up to flick his hair off his forehead, and that mere touch was enough to make his cock burn for her even in the presence of four witnesses. Lucky they'd no' been doing this centuries ago as chieftain and virgin or that number would have multiplied by several hundred... and an open dais in the middle of the courtyard would hardly be the warmest place at Yuletide.
He stripped the sheets back to leave a clear view for the Elders. Their wearing of formal robes for the occasion made it a bit easier for his fair lass, he hoped. Tara's honeymoon honeymead should make it easier yet, and he offered Freya another sup before they got started.
"HEAR YE, ALL PRESENT!" called Robbie in Bard mode, standing at the east corner. "This Tradition replaces the time-honored Coupling of the Chieftain which lasted a thousand years and more. It began in the year after our earldom was forfeited and continues to this day. Its purpose is to bind the chieftain's bride to the clan and to bind the wedded couple to the Elders in particular on behalf of all the clan. The MacKrannan Tradition of the Chieftain's First Night will now commence!"
Making her come three times was the good bit. His ancestors had termed the female climax a bliss, a delightful wee word to challenge a man.
Her first one was quick, for they'd been apart for a long week and his mouth too desperate to suck at her sweetness. It took her mind off the witnesses. Her second he made far slower, for this must prepare her for the third...
Oh god...Callum had never loved her so slowly and tenderly as this... he just kept pouring more of the oil onto his hands and working it into her skin until she was utterly tormented with wanting him inside her.
Being spectacted didn't matter. This was a formal Tradition just like her beautiful wedding... except she hadn't been on all fours for that. She looked over her shoulder and caught his eye. The Callum glint and the grin to go with it were there while his fingers worked their magic, caressing her, teasing her, on her clit one second and her nipples the next and never letting her come and never letting her touch him.
She must stay quiet now and she'd never needed to beg aloud more. He spread her knees wider and gave her three fingers inside but only briefly, enough to make her push her bottom back to seek more. Oh god... at last the head of his cock in... and gone... and again a bit further in and gone again... and oil on her bum... and a finger in there every time his cock came partially inside her. She couldn't have one without the other and he made her crave both.
He didn't need to do this. Why hadn't she told him she wasn't a virgin that way? That Zavier had regularly taken her like that, preferring it to risking her getting pregnant?
Because Callum never talked about his girlfriends. Chivalry always. And this new husband was far too big a man for her to allow any attempt. The one finger he was using in her bottom now felt little different to what she'd been used to. The manly part thrusting inside her was in a size class of its own.
Please... her mouth formed the word and he gave her his all in both places and stayed unmoving as she started to come, clenching on his cock and gripping his finger, trying to work herself on him and behind held still. She came anyway... blissed as they called it here... her whole body crying out for more of everything.
And Robbie the Bard stepped away from the bedpost then, shoving the flaps of his robes behind his elbows and ripping a packet with his teeth.
This bit would definitely be new.
Callum lay down and pulled her on top of him, sinking into her as if he'd never been gone, and this time he rode her from beneath, bucking his hips and thrusting up, loosening her... and the Bard was behind her then, and the Wisewomen chanting an incantation as he pushed past her oiled rose.
No space for them both really, not with Callum so huge. The Bard pushed in anyway on behalf of the Elders, echoing the chieftain's rhythm and binding them to the clan as a couple. The two hard flesh weapons fought front and rear for her victory, and her hopes of staying quiet were tested when she came so violently that they were stuck in her, neither man daring to move while she spasmed and juddered.
And then the Bard was gone from her, and Callum rolled her over and speared her deeply... and he didn't stay quiet at all when it was his turn to be oiled and bonded by the Bard.
Worse things happened at boarding school, Callum had told her, which was why he'd nev
er been sent to one. This was the one and only time in his life. And he submitted to it for her as she'd done for him, for these were the ways of their clan and this Tradition went with a chieftain's wedding. A brief intrusion it was and no sign of the Bard enjoying it any more than Callum. A mere symbolic act of the importance of the Elders no matter who gave out the orders around here.
The Bard was standing at the east corner again as if he'd never left it, and the Wisewomen's chants and incantations faded away.
Callum rose high over her then, and in three strokes was spending hotly inside her, breathing harder than she'd ever heard him.
"HEAR YE, ALL PRESENT!" Robbie the Bard, none the quieter for his adventures. "The MacKrannan Tradition of the Chieftain's First Night is now complete. All meet in the Vault at noon tomorrow for the signing of the Book."
The bedroom door closed behind the four robed figures and she was alone with her new husband for the first time. He swooped her up and carried her through to the en-suite where a vast oak-panelled bath beckoned, kissing her all the way and only letting her down so he could turn on the taps.
"Well then, my Fair Lass of Monlachan, are you any the worse for your ordeal?"
"Not really. Not sure I could have done it without the honeymead, though. What is in that stuff?"
"Nobody knows. The Wisewomen do special concoctions for Traditions. Big secret."
"I could look..."
"Aye, ye could." He gave her a kissing again as the steam billowed around them. "Or you could never mind using the Second Sight to find out a recipe, and make a prediction for the rest of our wedding night instead."
"Hmmm... I'm seeing a honeymead flagon lying beside a quilt at the fireside."
"Let's make that come true, my fair and very bonnie lass."
The eldest boy of Robbie the Bard and Events Manager now being grown to a man, his father passed down the full oral legend of how Callum and Freya had got together.
"Weirdest thing that's happened in my lifetime, son, but in a good way. And for all Freya's background in hotel design, she's never wanted anything changed in the castle. Callum's mother Seonaid loves her for that. Freya's far too busy anyway, working with the Wisewomen and her old Auntie Isla, but still, it's no' often you get a new wife coming in and happy to leave things just as they are.
"And you'll know that Isla and Tara were both right about the two strapping brown-eyed lads and a wee lass as fair and bonny as Freya herself. Fine people they've grown up to be, and good friends to you, son.
"Want to know another nice bit? After all these generations of Bards passing down the details of the portrait and how the Fair Lass must be looked out for, you're the very first that doesn't need told. She's here! It's resolved! But I do need to tell you about the nymph sculpture in the third storey alcove..."
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Coupling of the Chieftain
~ a Highland voyeur story ~
Novella #1
in the erotica series
'Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions'
Clan MacKrannan is rumoured to have many strange and secret traditions from centuries past, and Lady Elisa Strontoune discovers just how peculiar the clan's matrimonial ritual is when she weds their chieftain Adair. Someone has quite forgotten to warn her of the shocking rules for their first coupling.
The timid Elisa must conquest her fears, for the bride has to be willing and it's far too late to refuse. The warrior Adair must conquest Elisa – after he revives his bride from her wee swoon, of course.
The stakes are high. Victory must be theirs by sunset. And the witnesses are getting restless…
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"A totally unexpected gem! …What an intelligent and enchanting read this is… you would never dream that the writing of the sex scenes would be so wonderfully sensitive, but they are… the author contrasts ribaldry with tenderness to perfection… A classy 5* read."
"Finally an Erotica with a Plot! …The story of Adair's attempts to ease his new bride's nerves is very sweet…."
"I really enjoyed this so much! It was so much fun to be there. I felt like I was right there with the couple that day. Jonnet was able to create such a picture to be experienced, not just read. Great job I say, wonderful story!!"
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The Chieftain Needs an Heir
~ a Highland ménage novella ~
Novella #2
in the erotica series
'Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions'
Clan MacKrannan is rumoured to have many strange and secret traditions from centuries past. The chieftain Niall and his wife Sorcha discover just how peculiar they are when the Heir's Cradle is still empty after many moons. A special fertility ritual is called for – the 'REMEDIE FOR WYFES TOO TALLE'.
Niall knows his heart belongs to Sorcha, despite his absences to go wenching. He must accept the hard life lesson that believing is never quite as beneficial as seeing.
Sorcha knows that all the clan's enacted Traditions are witnessed. What she must accept is that witnesses sometimes join in…
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Duty of the Chieftain
~ a Highland Lord's Right of the First Night novella ~
Novella #3
in the erotica series
'Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions'
The 'Lord's Right of the First Night' goes terribly wrong for Ranald MacKrannan when he mistakes a virgin bride's passion for experience. The clan already have plenty strange and secret Traditions, so they reinvent this ancient duty of lairds into 'THE BRIDE'S RIGHT' to get their chieftain out of trouble.
Ranald and his own bride Elinor are still strangers during the test phase of this new Tradition, but Elinor's need to impress turns into ordering everyone around.
A life lesson is needed. Ranald must perform a special Duty of the Chieftain. Elinor must be taught never to act superior with a MacKrannan man, and then she'll find life the more enjoyable…
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Curse of the Chieftain
~ a Highland Fling novella ~
Novella #4
in the erotica series
'Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions'
Finlay MacKrannan and his bonnie wife Maeve are the happiest couple in Scotland until a Cambel's curse makes it suddenly impossible for them to couple. The curse keeps lovers apart, but makes them rampant for all others – and it's now spreading rapidly through the clan.
Reversal is only possible with a remedy found in a special MacKrannan Secret Tradition, but it requires the ill-wisher's presence. The curse was set during a ceilidh. The mating rituals concealed in these Highland flings must now be danced for real… and with the enemy.
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Sister of the Chieftain
~ a Highland Initiation Ritual novella ~
Novella #5
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'Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions'
Morna MacKrannan cannot choose between her two suitors, and she doesn't have to – her Celtic ancestor was allowed four husbands at once. But before Morna's multi-wedding can take place, clan tradition decrees that Kyle the Bard must take her virginity in a Hallowed Union …with the help of her suitors.
Neither Morna nor Kyle know that each is secretly in love with the other. Professional detachment becomes impossible when he sees her every fantasy during the paranormal ritual. The Bard within Kyle fights to banish his feelings, but only Kyle the man can win his woman…
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Twin Chieftains
~ a Highland erotic stamina novella ~
Novella #6
in the erotica series
'Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions'
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bsp; Leith and Rodrick MacKrannan suspect some game is going on when the king makes false accusations of adultery and neglect. Why must their sentence be carried out at MacKrannan Castle? How could the royals know such intimate details of the clan's secret Traditions?
Tempers fly when the punishment is revealed as an educational bonding exercise requiring much stamina and expertise. Sir Rodrick's bride is still quite the innocent, yet the Rules say that Leith must take his turn with her. Sir Leith's own love Gaille is betrothed to another when she is sent to witness the ritual of endurance... along with the queen herself.
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The Pauper and the Chieftain
~ a Highland siring novella ~
Novella #7
in the erotica series
'Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions'
Sir Murdo MacKrannan is happily betrothed to the Lady Lexine when his clanswoman Katie turns up at the castle to claim her inheritance. But Katie's father was a traitor, and his legacy is long gone. The only fair solution is the ancient Tradition of the Gift Barter. The clan will give Katie the farm tenancy and all the livestock and chattels – if she gives the clan a Gift Barter Bairn, sired by the chieftain.
The siring trysts should be strictly business, but Murdo's betrothed is none so sure of that... and neither is Murdo when the delicious Katie wrenches far more from him than he ever expected to give...
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Search for a Chieftain
~ a Highland novella of need ~
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