Chapter 113

After speaking with the Magistrate, Thorburn went with his contingent of guards to Teárlag's house. He had them wait across the street while he went to her door, where he knocked.

Teárlag opened the door and welcomed him in.

"No servants again, Teárlag. A person might think you wanted a bit of privacy."

"I did, Thorburn. First I want you to make sweet, passionate love to me, then we have to talk."

"Talk about what, lass?" Thorburn asked.

"Things, just things, nothing that can't wait until later, after you've taken me to my bedroom and made a wanton woman of me," Teárlag said.

"You're expecting me to have my way with you, are ye?"

"Oh, I dearly hope so, Thorburn. It's been so long since I've felt you inside me and I can't wait a minute more," Teárlag said, dragging him up the stairs to her bedroom.

Thorburn put his hand over her bum and squeezed it tenderly. "I've never been with a woman so eager to get to the sexual parts of a relationship so fast. There's usually a bit of dancing around and smooth talking required for a lass to let you lift her skirts."

"It wouldn't be so surprising if you'd been on the receiving end of some of the sexual encounters I've had to endure, Thorburn. Coupling with you is heaven in comparison, and everyone hopes to reach heaven some day. I don't have to wait until I die. Now, take off your clothes and send me to heaven."

"Aye, lass. Happy to oblige."

As fast as Thorburn stripped off his clothes, Teárlag was faster. She was in the bed, arms held up and legs parted waiting for him to finish. "I think I've been wet since yesterday waiting for this, Thorburn. Can't you go any faster." Thorburn quit trying to fold his clothes and threw them on the floor. His cock was half hard and getting harder by the moment as he stared at her waiting in the bed.

Thorburn started climbing up the bed towards Teárlag, preparing to take her when she put her hand hand on his head when his head reached the level of her cunt and stopped his advance. "I want to do everything," she said. "I want you to make me cum in every possible way. I'm afraid this might be our last time."

"Why would it be our last time?" Thorburn said. "I'm willing to see you as often as you're willing to have me."

"I'm just afraid. Please, humor me, Thorburn."

"Aye. Every possible way, huh. It might take a while to do all possibilities. I do have to get back to the Keep today."

"Give me as much time as you can."

Thorburn gave her no answer but to bury his face into her womanhood, Teárlag gasping as she felt his facile tongue sweep up her slit. He was so good at doing this. Her arousal was already high in anticipation. She hadn't been kidding when telling Thorburn she'd been wet since yesterday. She wondered if the servants could smell her arousal until she sent them out. Teárlag could smell it herself but she knew the source. The servants were instructed were free to do whatever they wanted but not to return until six. She was sure one or more reported to Blackthorne, and some might be outside watching the house, but she wasn't doing anything with Thorburn Blackthorne hadn't insisted on save surrendering her cunt to him. Hopefully, none of them were aware of her little act of betrayal.

Not rushing her to orgasm, Thorburn was taking time to tease her, kissing her inner thighs, licking all about her mound, playing with her breasts, making her yearn for release. He took time to build up the tension Teárlag experienced before he pushed her over the edge. Teárlag happily indulged his delay, wanting to spend every second with him she could. She decided she must tell Thorburn of her collaboration with Blackthorne and fully expected he would never see her again in his anger if he didn't kill her. If Thorburn didn't slay her, Blackthorne might. At the very least, her association with him would be ending. He was not known to reward failure and if he found out she'd told Thorburn, she could easily end up like Màiri or worse. Her heart sank at the prospect. Màiri had pled for death. She planned on fleeing to London or farther tomorrow to avoid the prospect of Blackthorne getting his hands on her. She had enough of the money Blackthorne originally gave her to get a good distance away, perhaps even the colonies. She expected Blackthorne's influence might reach to London given his father, but she hoped it didn't reach everywhere.

When Thorburn felt he'd built up her release sufficiently to bring a hard climax, he inserted two of his long thick digits into her while attacking his clitoris with his tongue. He was rewarded by her cries of pleasure, nearly as loud as in the Keep, not realizing her pleasure was being tempered by her mental anguish. After his fingers no longer sensed any lingering spasms from her orgasm, her moved over her body, hovering above.

"Put me in you," Thorburn ordered. "Show me how badly you want me, Teárlag."

She immediately grasped his thick steely shaft and aimed it at her cleft. "Enter me, lover. Fuck me hard."

Teárlag felt the pressure as his organ pushed into her sheath, spreading her folds to accommodate his girth. It always felt so good the first moment he filled her when they made love. She was more than ready to accept him, slick with her previous release, and she felt him bottom out with a grunt and his heavy sack slapped against her bottom.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "That's the best feeling in the world, you filling me so full. I love when you first enter me and I suddenly stretch around you."

"You're so tight and wet," Thorburn panted. "It's like you grasp my cock with your hand, but warmer and more slippery."

He'd given her a moment to get used to his intrusion, then began rocking his hips, back and forth and up and down, alternating to stimulate different parts of her cunt. Thorburn was strong enough to hold himself up over her body without crushing her. His chest hairs were tickling her sensitized nipples, and she felt his legs lying within hers, but the only other part touching her was his insistent cock spreading her wide, and the occasional brushing of his hairy balls as they slapped her upturned ass. He was like a machine, in and out, withdrawing to the flaring of his head, and in again until he slammed against her cervix. God, what a lover he was. So close to cumming again for him. Tomorrow was another day. She was going to live for this one, even if she died for it.