Shared by the Highlanders

by Ashe Barker

  “Christ, wench, that’s fucking wonderful. Don’t stop, I…” Robbie arches under me, his breath coming in staccato gasps.

  Will takes that as his cue to stop finger-fucking my pussy and turn his attention to my arse. He pulls his fingers from my cunt and presses my rear opening. His fingertip slips in, I open readily. He reaches for my clit and squeezes that as he presses further in, two fingers now.

  My senses are scrambling, my body tightening for orgasm as I try to maintain some semblance of control over what I’m doing to—for—Robbie. It’s almost as though Will is vying for my attention, a suspicion confirmed when he leans over to murmur in my ear.

  “Don’t bite him, lass. That would be careless and we’d both have to spank you.”

  My groan is silent, lost around Robbie’s hard cock as Will inserts a third finger into my arse, the opening expanding to admit the intrusion. He swirls them around, loosening me further. I’m not sure if he’s used the additional lubricant or not, but certainly there’s no resistance on my part.

  He withdraws his fingers, and I know he’s ready. I’m ready. Prepared to his liking.

  Will adjusts his position again, kneeling behind me. His cock is at my rear entrance, pressing against the relaxed muscle there. He slides inside, just the head at first, but I push back against him to accept more. And more still. The length of his cock inches into me, stretching me around his solid width despite my readiness for this. It hurts, and I flinch.

  Will halts, renewing his attentions to my clit to urge me to the brink of orgasm, controlling my response to perfection. As I hover on the edge he presses forward again, and my body parts allow him fully inside. He holds still, then rubs my throbbing clit to finish me off.

  My body convulses, the delicious waves pulsing through me, punching my nervous system into overdrive. I’m spinning, weightless, in my own imaginary orbit as I convulse around Will’s erection, at the same time my jaws working some sort of mindless magic on Robbie’s cock. I’m aware, somewhere, in the recesses of my sane consciousness, that I mustn’t bite down. Perhaps it’s just instinct, the sense that we trust each other, take care of each other. Whatever, I relax my jaws as I suck feverishly, my own body pulsing in a climax that seems to go on and on and on.

  “Lass, you need to stop…”

  I shake my head at Robbie’s muttered words. I know what he intends, to spill his semen somewhere else, not in my mouth. Not happening. It’s mine, for me. I want it.

  Robbie caresses my scalp, conveying his understanding of my acceptance. Then he gives a sharp lurch, thrusting his cock up into my mouth, just as Will rams his deep into my arse. I swear the two of them are connected by some sort of weird telepathy that enables them to synchronise their movements to perfection. Robbie’s balls tense in my hand as they tighten in readiness, then force his semen out to send it surging up and into the back of my throat. The hot, viscous flood is overwhelming, and just for a moment I feel as though I’m drowning. I swallow, clear my throat, just as more arrives. I swallow that too, and the next, smaller spurt.

  Robbie is drawing in deep, contented breaths as I lap at his cock to clean away any remaining droplets of his cum. I release him from my mouth, bestowing one last, caressing kiss on the bulbous, still quivering head as I lay my cheek on his stomach. Robbie reaches for me again, stroking my hair, the moment one of relaxed intimacy.

  Will draws his cock back, almost out of me, and I know his next thrust will be the one. I lift up my arse, offering him everything, all of me, whatever he wants. He drives forward, the stroke long and deep, almost painful, but not quite. My arse contracts, the muscles taking on a life of their own as they cling to the hard, thick presence buried deep in me. The heat of Will’s semen fills me as he shudders, his thrusting short and very fast now, pumping the thick fluid from his body and into my mine.

  “Oh, oh, God. Oh, sweet Lord…” I moan as Will’s climax subsides. I’m feeling heady, delirious almost that I could satisfy both of them, and it all seemed so natural, so effortless.

  “Aye, and sweet Charlie too.” Will leans forward to kiss the back of my neck, then slowly slides his cock from me. I remain where I am, resting my face against Robbie, absorbing the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his stomach. Will is moving about behind me, then I sigh as he parts my buttocks again. This time he draws a cool, damp cloth across my throbbing, sensitive flesh. It feels heavenly, the gesture one of caring and endlessly gentle. If I were to die in this moment, I’d drift happily into glorious oblivion, content that the world is indeed a beautiful place.

  “How are your aches now, wench?” Robbie mutters.

  “What aches?”

  “So, will you sleep, do you think?”

  “Try stopping me.”

  “We could. We really could, you know that.” He shifts under me, his fingers still tunnelling through my sex-rumpled hair, “…but we’ll be spending all day in the saddle tomorrow and you’ll need your strength. We want to reach Helvellyn by nightfall.”

  “I see.” My happy little bubble starts to deflate. I want to go home; I’m terrified of what might happen to me if I remain here. But I’m starting to be just as scared at the prospect of leaving Will and Robbie behind.

  “It will all turn out all right, wee Charlie. Just you wait and see. We’ll see you safe.” This from Will who has dumped the cloth somewhere and curled his warm body around mine.

  I roll onto my back between them. “I know. I know you will. But—I’ll miss you.”

  “We’d miss you too, little wench, even if you do cause us no end of trouble. Robbie’s right though, you need to get some sleep.” He slips an arm under me and I turn to snuggle into his side, as Robbie spoons me from the other side.

  I’m puzzled by his choice of word. Would miss me, rather than will. It’s clear Will doesn’t expect us to find a way for me to return to the twenty-first century. He anticipates me remaining here.

  My feelings on the matter are now hopelessly confused. I long for the safety and certainty, the familiarity of my own time, but I will miss my gorgeous, sexy Highlanders more than I can bear to imagine. I’ll miss this easy togetherness we take for granted. There’s nothing quite like this in the twenty-first century, at least, not that I’ve ever discovered.

  Chapter Ten

  “Right, we ride hard for Carlisle, but we’ll skirt the town just in case word of your unholy powers has reached here quicker than we did. That will add perhaps two hours to the journey, but if we otherwise make good time we should still reach Helvellyn before dark. Will and I have been talking, and we think the best chance of finding your route back to your own century will be if we return to the exact location where we first encountered you.” As usual, Robbie is the one strategising and planning the details, while Will saddles our horses. I can’t resist a sassy reply.

  “I think you’ll find it was me who encountered you. I’m the one who was tied up, scared half to death, then stripped naked and tied to a tree to be switched.”

  “Yes, we did try your patience somewhat that first evening, I can see that. Still, we can let bygones be bygones now, I daresay?”

  I shrug. “Well, you’ve since made up for treating me so shabbily, I suppose.”

  “Exactly. I always suspected you harboured a forgiving nature, deep down. Do you need a leg up or can you mount on your own?” Will has secured my saddle and the horse is ready for me.

  “Is the Pope a Catholic?” I step forward to place my foot in Robbie’s cupped hands.

  “The Holy Father was indeed a devotee of the one true faith, last time I looked. Is this another stunning revelation of a future yet to be discovered by the rest of us?” He tosses me up into the saddle.

  “It’s just a saying. It means that was a daft question.”

  “Ah, so you were being disrespectful then. I see. Sadly we don’t have time to deal adequately with the matter now, and we need you able to sit on your horse in any case. But tonight, little Charlie, you will bare your arse for me and you
will learn to regret your insolent ways.”

  “Do you need me to cut you a switch? Or do you still have the one I laboured over previously?” Ever helpful, Will nudges his horse up alongside mine, the reins of Robbie’s mount in his free hand. He passes the straps to his cousin with an amused leer.

  Robbie swings into his saddle with practised grace. “Ah, I have it safe. And we know how effective it is, do we not? Our wee Charlie will be squealing later.” He glances at me, his vivid green eyes glinting, whether in amusement or lust I’m not entirely certain.

  My pussy clenches in response, despite my nervousness at the discomfort he promises me. I have no doubt he intends to use that switch again, and we all know this evening could be his last opportunity. He won’t want to miss that, and oddly, neither will I.

  Will leaps into his saddle too and wheels around me. “If you need to stop at any point, Charlie, you must say so. Otherwise we ride hard and fast. Yes?”

  “Yes, I understand. I’ll keep up.”

  “Good girl. We know that.” Robbie digs his heels into his horse’s flanks and the animal breaks into a canter, then a hard gallop. I urge mine into motion and lean forward to match his pace. Will’s horse’s hooves thud rhythmically behind me. We’re off.

  We keep up a solid pace bordering on punishing and encounter no delays, so reach the outskirts of Carlisle after about three hours. Robbie signals that we will be detouring to the east to avoid the town and Will and I gallop in his wake. The route takes us across open moorland, and in spite of everything I find I’m actually enjoying this wild cross-country ride. Perhaps my confidence on horseback is increasing, or maybe it’s the timeless grandeur of this stunning scenery, but I just don’t want this journey to end.

  Who am I trying to kid? The truth is, I don’t want to face the inevitable parting, and my own future, knowing that both the men I have come to adore have been dead for centuries.

  Robbie gallops on and we follow in close formation, leaving Carlisle behind and making our way across the wild landscape of northern Cumbria. We stop only to rest and water the horses, and to nibble on the remains of Elspeth’s bread and cheese. Those breaks are also my opportunity to find a few moments’ privacy if I am able. Otherwise we ride hard in the direction of Helvellyn.

  It is clear that Robbie and Will know these hills well, and I begin to wonder if they have perhaps participated in the border raids, which I recall from my history lessons were a common occurrence hereabouts right up to the end of Elizabeth’s reign. At that point the two countries were united under one crown when James I, son of Mary, queen of Scots, succeeded Elizabeth. The same James whose birth is now so eagerly awaited at Stirling Castle. I ponder the implications of sharing that little nugget with Will and Robbie but decide against it. I can’t even start to contemplate the possible ramifications if something I do or say during my visit here should somehow affect events that haven’t happened yet and alter the course of history.

  Or maybe they are so familiar with the landscape because they have traversed this route many times in the service of their queen, acting as messengers or couriers, or whatever they would call it. I hesitate to refer to spying, but their reluctance to engage with the local populace suggests they may occasionally be up to no good. They did tell me they were adventurers, so maybe that’s what it amounts to. With a spot of genuine diplomatic business thrown in as required.

  My thoughts are my own though as we continue on our journey, the miles dropping away beneath our horses’ hooves. After a couple more hours, or it may be longer, I’ve lost track of time. The glint of water far away in the dip of a valley catches my eye. Robbie too, and he slackens the pace a little.

  I come up alongside him. “Is that a lake?”

  “Aye, lass, Ullswater. The northern tip. There’s Helvellyn, to the east. We’ve perhaps three hours riding ahead of us. Do you think you can make it tonight or do you want to make camp and complete the journey tomorrow?”

  “I’m happy to continue. I know you want to reach there as quickly as we can.” Do they want to be rid of me? They’ve given no indication, but even so…?

  “The sooner we arrive, the quicker we can start working out how to spirit you back to your own time. It’s not safe for you here, sweetheart.” Robbie seems to have read my mind.

  “I know. I know that. It’s just … I’ll miss you. Both of you. You’ve been so kind.”

  “Kind? I don’t think that was exactly our intention. Well, not entirely.” Will has cantered up to join us. He casts a meaningful look in Robbie’s direction. “Maybe you could go down to the lake and lift us a couple of fine trout for supper.”

  Robbie nods. “Good plan, we’ve very little of Elspeth’s victuals left so we’d otherwise go hungry this night. You can continue along this track here, and I’ll meet you at yonder stand of pines.” He indicates a copse of tall trees a couple of miles ahead. “I shouldn’t be too long.”

  Will offers him a cheeky grin that suggests he’s welcome to take as long as he likes. I’m still pondering that when Robbie turns his horse in the direction of the glittering water and canters away.

  “You all right, lass?” Will’s expression is concerned.

  I’m surprised. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “It’s just you and me now, until Robbie returns with our supper, assuming he can manage to tempt a fish or two from the lake.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “The possible lack of fish?”

  I shake my head. “No, idiot. The being alone.”

  “Not to me. Though I should tell you, I intend to make love to you as soon as an opportunity presents itself.”

  “Is that fair? To Robbie? And what about reaching Helvellyn tonight?”

  “Aye, lass, and it’s right that you should ask. We talked about the possibility, if either one of us should find ourselves alone with you, and provided you agree we have no problem with it. Robbie knows that, he knows what’s likely to happen between you and me, and if circumstances permit he’ll appreciate the chance to have you to himself at some stage too. As for reaching Helvellyn this night, I reckon we can find the time, if we don’t dawdle here for too long debating the matter.”

  I have no strong objections to the conclusion they’ve arrived at, but I am beginning to be a little unnerved by all these private chats they are having and I bristle somewhat. “I see. Well, I do want to debate the matter a little more, especially as you two sound to have been doing a lot of talking. When have you found the time for all these little tête-a-têtes, given that we’ve been together almost constantly?”

  Despite my snippy tone Will seems unabashed. “Yesterday, while you were teaching young Iain to swim and we were hunting. We had much to settle, Robbie and I, so it was a good opportunity.”

  “Is that when you planned that one of you would marry me?”

  “Aye, that came up too.”

  “I see.” I consider Will’s suggestion, and the matter-of-fact way they seem to be sharing me and deciding on my future. On calmer reflection I find I object rather less than I perhaps should. “I adore being with the pair of you, together, but either of you on your own would be lovely too, I expect.” There, I can be down to earth too.

  “I’m pleased that we find ourselves in agreement, lass. Shall we be on our way then?”

  He kicks his horse back into a gallop, and I fall back into place behind him. We make straight for the stand of trees.

  Will lifts me from my horse, and carries me straight over to where he has spread his plaid out on the springy heather. The towering pines are behind us, a few yards distant, a soaring beacon to enable Robbie to locate us. He could be here soon. Despite Will’s disparaging remarks I have little doubt regarding Robbie’s skill at luring trout from the lake. I imagine he’ll complete that task as he does all others, with alacrity and efficient speed. It shouldn’t matter given the intimate nature of our relationship, but I don’t want him to come upon Will and me. This is a private moment, b
etween just the two of us.

  Will kneels with me still in his arms. He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck to cling on. I run my fingers through his thick, almost black hair, which hangs loose to his shoulders today. It is windswept now, but still smooth and soft to my touch. His familiar musky scent fills my nostrils as he leans forward to lower me onto my back, never once breaking the kiss.

  His tongue is in my mouth, tasting and exploring, stroking. I twist mine around his, loving the sensual dance.

  The late afternoon temperature is becoming chilly, but still I yearn to get naked. Not so Will it would seem as he reaches for the hem of my velvet skirts to draw the rich, ruby-coloured fabric up to my waist. I am encased in several layers of underskirts as well, and he bundles them around my waist too. The breeze is cool on my exposed legs, which I part before Will has an opportunity to ask me to.

  He breaks the kiss, grinning. “Ah, lass, I do so adore your enthusiasm. Tell me what you want.”

  “You know. You always know…”

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you to touch me. Make me come.”

  “Touch you here? Your quim?” He strokes the flat of his palm across my exposed pussy.

  Whilst the demands of a sixteenth-century wardrobe seem somewhat obsessed with petticoats, the lack of other underwear is refreshingly liberating. I groan with pleasure and nod my head.

  “Is this all? Is there anything else you’d like to ask of me, while we’re here and you’re so conveniently spread out under me?” He continues to caress my pussy, drawing his palm over and through my sensitive, moistening folds.

  I nod vigorously. “I want you inside me. Fuck me. Please.”

  “Now you’re rushing, my hot wee slut. And we’re in no hurry.”