Catriona grinned and laced her hand into Salena’s. She knelt and straddled John, scooting up until her dripping vagina poised above the tip of his manhood. “Are ye ready to fuel yer sorcerer’s spirit, me brigand, me Little John of Robin Hood’s Merry Men?”
“Aye,” he said hoarsely, his eyes glazed over with rabid passion. “More so than ever before in my entire existence.”
Just by the kisses and fellatio, it seemed he had gained enough strength to guide her onto his erection. His big hands spanned her hips and lifted her until the tip aligned exactly with her hole. Tiny frissons of hot-cold pleasure shot off in her pussy, but he did not give her time to acclimate herself to the bliss. In one swift downward thrust, he had himself buried to the tip of her very womb.
“Oh my God!” Catriona twitched, amazed when the orgasm slammed into her. In this position, the massive girth and length of him stimulated nerves she did not even know existed. She could even feel her asshole spasming right along with her canal. White juices oozed out to soak the base of his cock and his sac.
“Ah, Cat,” John whispered. “You are so sexy, so full of passion. I cannot believe I was lucky enough to find you that day running for your life across the meadow.”
He drew her down and kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips then delving into her mouth. Now that the urgency had passed to force power into him, she allowed herself to taste the remnants of ale in his kiss. Everything about him intoxicated her, and she welcomed the aching return of desire to her loins as he reached up and kneaded her breasts. Her nipples were already hard pearls of need, but he tweaked and squeezed just right, making them pucker further and sending streaks of yearning through her blood. She moved on him, with him, as he rocked her, slowly stroking his cock in and out of her pussy.
“John, the connection…” Falcon said, his voice muffled.
Catriona glanced aside to see that Salena had crawled up Falcon’s chest. She now sat on his face holding her skirts up in a huge wad at her belly. From her current angle, Catriona could see Salena’s smooth ass and the back half of her pussy lips poised over Falcon’s mouth. The sight made Catriona moan. She tried to imagine her cunt getting licked in the same dominant fashion, and marveled when a second orgasm threatened to slam into her.
Salena turned around at that moment so that she continued to sit astride Falcon’s face, although she now could look into Catriona’s eyes. “Aye, the connection.” Her breathtaking blue gaze caught and held Catriona’s. “Catriona, bend across and take Falcon’s cock in your mouth.”
She shot a quick glance at Falcon’s enormous shaft jutting from his unfastened braies. It looked delicious, thick and throbbing, just as John’s had been in her mouth. “B-but…”
“John needs the power. Remember how much our four-way link energized them both?”
Catriona nodded, her heart pounding not with opposition but with anticipation, for there was no doubt she would do just what Salena suggested. “Oh, aye, I recall with crystal clarity. Ye will be gettin’ nae protest from the likes of me.”
“Cat, honey, are you sure?” John asked gently, rubbing his hands up and down her arms so that she felt she might melt into him by the gentleness of his touch.
“Verra, verra sure. I owe me life to ye several times o’er.”
“You do not have to do this as a debt repayment, the way we jested between one another that first day we met.”
She rose up on her knees and scooted down toward his thighs, keeping his long cock inside her. The move silently instructed John to slide down so that the top of his head ended up level with Falcon’s shoulder.
“What…are you doing?” he asked, but awareness flared in his eyes when she reached out and closed her palm around Falcon’s cock.
“I do not do this to repay ye, John. I do it because…because I love ye with all me heart.”
Salena stilled her dance above Falcon’s face. Falcon lifted his head and peeped out from between his wife’s legs. John’s jaw dropped open, and elation glowed from his eyes, a heartwarming, smoldering radiance she had never seen in anyone else’s eyes before this moment.
“Beg pardon, milady, but could you please repeat yourself?”
Catriona grinned. “Aye, I’ll be repeatin’ meself for the ol’ immortal man whom apparently has lost his hearin’. I said I love ye. I do not ken how it happened so fast, but nonetheless, I love ye, John Lawton, with all me life, soul, heart and body. Why else would I be bendin’ o’er,” she said as she took Falcon’s cock in her mouth, “and suckin’ off another man’s phallus with ye watchin’?”
A riotous collection of laughter rang out even as Catriona went to work. But it did not take long for Falcon’s chuckles to evolve into moans. Which in turn, transformed into wet slurps as he dove into his wife’s moist slit while receiving oral pleasures on his own organ.
In gleeful shock, all John could do was grip Catriona’s waist and slide her up and down on his cock while she maintained that energizing bond between the four of them. Ah, to be filled with John’s enormous penis while feasting on another in her mouth, it had to be complete wickedness straight from the devil. The sweet flavors and sinful sensations bombarded her from both ends. The fullness in her mouth and pussy, coupled with the heat of two men’s bodies, made her sigh and suck harder. She could hear Salena’s high-pitched, sexy moans and gasps as Falcon continued to gorge on her little pussy. The scent of straw wafted up to mix with that of musky sex juices and warm flesh. The flickering lantern cast a soft yellow glow on them all, forming shadows in the folds of clothing and a light sheen across shimmering flesh.
John’s strong hands guided her hips, plunging her harder and faster onto his shaft. She relaxed the muscles in her neck and took Falcon further into her throat. That was when Salena bent forward, her cunt still being delved by Falcon’s tongue, and hunched so that she could watch Catriona suck off her husband.
“Mmm, may I join you?” she purred.
The question perplexed Catriona at first, but then she watched with renewed lust as Salena reached down and around Catriona’s head to cup her husbands balls. Falcon let out a deep and torturous, muffled cry.
“Keep doing what you are doing. I will handle these,” Salena assured her with a wink. And she stretched so that she could draw one side of his sac and marble into her mouth.
Falcon screamed this time, writhing and bucking, his head raising and reaching for his wife. His arms slapped around Salena’s hips so that he could hold her retreating pussy to his mouth. Salena moaned and thrust her cunt against his face while drawing his balls further into her mouth. Catriona bucked on John’s cock as the urge to suck Falcon harder and faster overtook her. John plucked up her free hand where she had been reaching out to his chest to caress his sculpted muscles through the garment. He lifted his head and took first one finger, then two and three into his mouth. Tingly fire shot from the tips of her fingers, up her arm and straight down to her pussy where his cock nestled.
Barraged by myriad carnal sensations, Catriona was certain she had reached the utmost echelon of pleasure in her entire life. She reached for that summit of release, her body sensing the tight draw of it, like thin leather stretched taut across a drum. But she soon realized that tantalizing echelon had further unseen heights in its midst. While John pounded upward into her, animalistic growls and howls escaping through his clenched teeth, she went higher still, almost arriving there at the crown of her climax. The desperate reaching only made her suck harder and faster on Falcon’s cock, one hand stroking him in rhythm with her mouth’s movements, the other still being ravished by John’s talented mouth.
Then it happened all at once. Tiny bursts of pleasure exploded in her loins, sending her catapulting far above even the highest pike imaginable. She screamed out her astonished pleasure, her response muted by her full mouth. Catriona sensed Falcon’s climax by the stiffening of his body right before the warm, sticky cum shot down her throat. Salena twitched, her shoulder bumping against Catriona’s head as she continued
to suckle Falcon’s scrotum during her own violent release.
“Catriona…oh, holy Zeus of gods!” John’s cry of ecstasy came out stifled by her fingers. He yanked his mouth from the digits and sat up even as he spilled his seed deep into her womb. Dragging her off Falcon so that she sat astride him, John crushed her to him so that their chests pressed together nipples to nipples.
Catriona loved the way he massaged her back and nuzzled her neck while the last remnants of the orgasm lingered. “John…” she whispered, kissing his mouth and cheeks as she raked her hands through his long hair. “Are ye better now?”
“Aye, amazing! I am completely invigorated, more so than ever in my entire existence. Falcon?”
“Mmm,” he sighed, spent and still lying in opposite positions with his wife. Salena lay on Falcon’s abdomen, her head turned to the side as she stared lovingly at his penis. Her spread legs flanked his head. “I do not think I will ever have to energize myself again,” Falcon added.
John’s mouth curved up into a roguish grin, but he turned back to gaze upon Catriona. His expression sobered. “Cat…” He kissed her, tucking a blanket around her bare legs when she shivered. “I cannot believe you have not run scared from me as other women have in the past. My large…tool,” he explained glancing down to where their bodies still joined, “has been a source of fear and subsequent flight in many a women. And here you sit taking it all in without so much as a flinch—nay, enjoying it! Ah, and my Cat, I will never forget the sound of your husky voice professing your love to me this night. It will forever be etched in my heart. So it is with great sentiment and passion that I confess something to you.”
His words took her breath away. While she could not see how any woman could reject such a delicious man, and she longed to hear more of these tales of women running frightened from his bed, she needed to hear that confession more. “What have ye done now, John Lawton, that’ll be requirin’ a declaration of guilt?”
Those eyes, as stark and alluring as sin, beheld her gaze. “I have done nothing but love you. Catriona Graham,” he repeated, “I will love you until the day we must depart at the dreaded time of your death—nay, I will love you forever into eternity, whether you are alive or have since mortally passed on.”
She gasped and stared agog at him, her heart doing all sorts of flips and joyful twists. But there was not time for her to respond or to react any further. The barn door burst open, and through the slats of the stalls, Catriona could see that a dark figure stood silhouetted against the sudden moonlight beyond. Robes flapped violently in the winds. Resentful at such a bold invasion upon this most intimate, memorable moment, Catriona knew without a doubt the intruder’s identity. She withdrew herself from John, a sense of emptiness in its wake, and donned her braies in preparation to hear the bad news she sensed would come.
Chapter Ten
“Lorcan! What the devil are you doing here?” John rose and fastened his pants. Falcon did the same, followed by Salena smoothing and righting her skirts and cloak. They all stepped out of the stall and into the center of the barn as Lorcan floated inside, staff clutched in his feeble hand. As if by magic, the door slammed shut behind him.
He crossed to Catriona, his white eyes only on her as he moved, the faint yellow glow of the lantern flickering on his weathered old face. A horrid sense of trepidation took hold of Catriona’s heart and would not let go.
“I once said to you I would return when it is time…”
“Aye.” She recalled the vivid dream as if it were moments ago. And she would not forget the horror of Duncan haunting that same nightmare. Cruel butterflies rushed around in her abdomen. Did he mean it was time for her to die, and so soon after she and John had declared their love for one another?
“It is time. I am completely certain of it now. Aye, I had my moments when I doubted your place as John’s intended, but the Scorpian called to me not seconds past. It came much quicker with Salena, but with you…things stood in the way to cloud my judgment and the spell.”
“Things?” John asked stepping up to drape an arm over Catriona’s shoulders and draw her to his side.
“The husband, for one. This Duncan’s time had to pass, leaving her a true widow prior to Catriona becoming fully yours. She had to be permanently free of him. Her vows had been spoken to him under pretext, yet the tie still needed to be severed.”
“Aye, but he died hours ago.”
“Mmm,” Lorcan interjected, raising a gnarled finger in protest. “But there were further conditions to be met. Neither of you had yet declared your love to one another. Do not ask me how, but the Scorpian—and the Centaurus, as well—is aware of these things. My own haphazard spell seems to have its own rules. With it goes this Scorpian I have worn around my neck for decades,” he continued, lifting from his chest the pendant with the striking green stone at its center, “which has now led me here to you…to Catriona.”
“To me?” Catriona recalled Salena’s words regarding the Scorpian matching her eyes. Was it true? Was this her destiny, to be John’s intended? The mere notion of it elated her to jubilant tears.
She thought of the dream again, struggled to remember Lorcan’s profound, cryptic words. Oh, Catriona Graham of Scotland afar, to avoid the bloodshed of hatred and war. Your gift and your heart, your pillar of life, ‘twill lead to an eternity as your chosen one’s wife.
“To you,” Lorcan said huskily, stepping up to her. She was taller than he, and she had to look down into his upturned, wrinkled face. He lifted the long gold chain over his head, placed it around her neck and turned the pendant so it faced him. The stone glowed and flashed as if sealing fate. It nestled cool and yet warm between her breasts. She experienced an immediate tingly sensation, and a great sense of power and invincibility raced throughout her whole body.
“‘Tis that simple? I-I am now immortal?” she asked, stunned.
“Aye, and bound to John as long as you wear the pendant. But I warn you, do not ever remove it or attempt to test its powers.”
“So you were right, old man,” John said with a somewhat astonished tone. “All these years you have claimed my intended would enter my life, yet you did not know how, when or who.”
Lorcan sighed, and Catriona thought he looked much older and wearier than when she had first seen him in her dream. He trembled and tears pooled in his white eyes.
“It was not until the Scorpian drew me here just now that I was sure. I have done my best over the centuries to decipher my own antidote spell cast on the medallions in hope of counteracting Desmona’s eternal curse. A curse, mind you, that has not only damned me to this old man’s body, but riddled me with a daft and scatterbrained mind.”
“Desmona?” Falcon asked.
“Aye, the witch who—” Suddenly, the Scorpian pulsed and glowed, momentarily blinding them. The beam reached out from its place nestled in Catriona’s cleavage and struck Lorcan in the chest. He fell to his knees upon the dirt-packed floor of the stable clutching the crystal staff for support.
“Lorcan!” Both John and Falcon shouted in unison, dropping to the ground on either side of him.
But his complete form was no longer discernable. A dusty golden cloud spun up and around Lorcan, enveloping him in an impermeable cylinder that Catriona’s hand could not breach when she attempted to reach for him. Salena tried, as well, and looked up at Catriona with alarm when her fingers seemed to hit a wall.
The cocoon spun around Lorcan faster and faster while he remained kneeling on the dirt floor of the stable. The many nooks and crannies of the barn were filled by its glowing light. It finally spun upward into nothingness, and as it did so, it drew up a drapery of sorts, leaving behind a form hunched on the floor. It was Lorcan in some ways, yet not Lorcan at all. The staff had disappeared. All that remained of the previous likeness of Lorcan was the clothing.
“L-Lorcan?” Salena murmured.
“Lorcan, are you all—” But John’s words were cut short when the figure slowly raised its hea
d.
“Wait a minute, what in the hell…” Falcon got to his feet and stared down at the pale-haired head that knelt before him.
The thin shoulders shook, and Catriona heard the pitiful sobs. She dropped to her knees in front of this strange Lorcan, and tilted the chin further up with a bent finger. What met her stare had her gasping along with Falcon, John and Salena.
“Who are ye?” Catriona asked.
Gray eyes the very color of an ominous, oncoming storm cloud met her gaze. Tears spilled down high cheekbones onto the feminine features of an ethereal goddess. Full pink lips trembled, and Catriona thought she had never seen such a gorgeous creature in her life. The person straightened then, confirming Catriona’s suspicions. Aye, it was a woman, as evidenced by the ample breasts that strained against the dark brown robes the wizard Lorcan had always worn.
“I-I-I am a woman again!” Her voice came out in a soft, female tone, almost little-girl-like, and not at all in the gruff, deep manner of the old man Lorcan. Though the tears continued to fall, the plump lips curved into a smile of pure elation and wonder. A row of perfect white teeth glistened between the lips.
“Bloody hell, what is going on here?” That from John as he dragged himself up off the floor. He now looked down warily upon a woman where once there had been a man—a man who had been his lifelong, fatherlike mentor.
“Aye, I second that inquiry,” Falcon put in. “What the fuck is going on here, Lorcan—or whoever the hell you are?”
The woman held out both hands, one to John, one to Falcon. They assisted her to her feet. She stood at an average height, somewhere a few inches in between that of Catriona’s tall form and Salena’s petite one. Her luxurious locks of pale hair billowed down her back in glorious waves. Catriona knew without confirmation that this woman, who had been masquerading somehow as an elderly man for a very long time, was of royal descent, despite the old robes she wore.
“I am Lorana Spenser, daughter of the very late Baron Warwick Spenser of Yorkshire. My mother was the illegitimate daughter of King Richard the first of England, and a woman reputed to be a witch. This had been a fact that had spurred much discord within the royal kingdom…and eventually with my nemesis, Desmona.”
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