Chapter 114

The build up was intense. If Teárlag was not so emotionally distraught, she might have climaxed twice more already, but when it finally happened it was an explosion of immense proportions. Her whole body shook. Impassioned pleas of fuck me, oh, God, lengthy moans and her finger nails scratching at his back greeted Thorburn as he continued pounding into her flooding sheath with his huge cock. Thorburn was close himself, but sensing the level of her passion and it's culmination, he wanted to hold out as long as he could. He drove into her two dozen more times before he couldn't hold back an longer and his seed rose like tidal wave to flood her womb, which set off new tremors in Teárlag.

Both of them were panting hard when Thorburn stopped fucking her and let the last few dribbles of cream squeeze from his cock with the dying contractions of his balls. Finally willing to collapse, he turned, pulling Teárlag with him, dragging her small frame over his as he sucked huge gulps of air of his massive chest. Teárlag was still twitching spasmodically from her release, little sighs of completion escaping her lips.

"You seemed to enjoy that, lass. Was it what you were hoping for?"

"And more, Thorburn. I needed it so badly. You'll never know how much, how important, your loving is to me today."

"Do you care to talk about it?"

"I will, but later. Now all I want to do is love you."

"It might take a little while," Thorburn said. "I'm good, but I'm not a god. I'm subject to all things affecting us mere mortals, like a moment to recharge."

"Perhaps I can assist you on that front," Teárlag whispered.

She scooted down and enveloped his prick in her hungry mouth, sucking to bring him back to life. Diligently, she worked his cock, and felt him growing in her mouth.

"Perhaps you are a god, after all," Teárlag said, lifting up and licking her lips after he became harder, then descending on his shaft once more.

Thorburn groaned. "No god, but I suspect witchcraft if you can breathe life so quickly into my cock."

Teárlag looked up at him and winked, then her mouth descended on his prick until her lips were nibbling on the skin of his balls. She gathered up his stones in her tiny hand and fondled the rocks within. Thorburn swelled to his full size and she had to pull back a little so she could breathe.

"It appears you're more able to please me than you imagined, my Lord. How would you like to take me this time?" Teárlag asked. She smiled up at him.

"Kneel, lass. I'll take you from behind."

She got into position and looked back at Thorburn as he knelt behind her. She felt the head of his prick nosing at her slit and then her sheath part for his thickness, gasping as he plunged in.

"Fuck me, Thorburn! Make me yours now and forever!" She screamed at him.

Thorburn was happy to oblige. He plundered her body repeatedly, stretching her in the most delightful way. No one but Thorburn could make her feel this way. Still close to the edge from her previous orgasms, she was close enough now she could almost taste it and she longed to surrender herself to the thrilling contractions he never failed to induce. One of his big, rough hands reached down and grabbed a dangling breast and massaged it in his hand, thumbing her stiffened nipple. Teárlag sighed in contentment. She was going to miss this so much. While luxuriating in the sensations he was already creating for her, his other hand went down to her clitoris and pinched it lightly. Teárlag shattered and throbbed as every ounce of pleasure she was experiencing went straight to her sheath and she pulsated around his plundering prick. He kept her tremors going by continuing to drive into her. She felt rivulets of her juices flowing down her slit to be smeared over her mound by Thorburn's fingers.

Teárlag continued to throb under Thorburn's continuing assault until she couldn't take any more stimulation there.

"Thorburn," she gasped. "Fuck me in my bum. My cunt can't take anymore."

"Gladly," he said.

In as much of a hurry as he was, Thorburn didn't immediately ram into Teárlag's ass. He pulled out, and bent down to lick the dimpled brown hole winking at him as Teárlag's contractions continued. She moaned, feeling his tongue stimulating the nerve endings surrounding her puckered hole. Then, Thorburn smeared some of the fluids leaking from her slit around her crinkled rosebud, getting it wet enough to withstand his size. When he felt it was sufficiently prepared, he placed the crown of his cock at the entrance of her nether hole. He leaned forward and the head gently spread the brown bud and filled her so full. It amazed her that something so large could feel so stimulating as it went in opposite how everything else moved. She grunted as the flared rim passed the sphincter but easily accepted the rest of his shaft.

"Oh, God, Thorburn! You're so big, so big. You fill me up. It feels so good."

"I'm glad you like it, lass. I like slipping it to you."

"Well, if you like slipping it to me, you can start moving now. I'm accustomed to your size now. I want you to fuck me, Lord Cameron, fuck me good."

"You're sure I won't hurt you by going too quick and too hard?"

"I want to be able to remember you in my ass tomorrow, Thorburn; maybe even the day after that."

"If that's what you want, I think I can guarantee that."

"Please."

Thorburn started stroking hard into her tight little ass. The sensation of tightness as she squeezed down on him was exquisite. After the stroking he'd given her slit, being in her bum would have him climaxing soon. He certainly didn't want to disappoint Teárlag, though. If she wanted to remember this tomorrow, he determined to make her feel it. After starting slow, he gradually increased the force and speed of his thrusting. Teárlag moaned delightfully. He wanted her to orgasm while he was in her bottom, so he used his hands to play with her womanly folds and caress her clitoris. Her bum was thrusting back against him and moving about so vigorously, he was hard pressed to stay within her on the out stroke. She put her mouth against to covers on the bed and let out a loud scream, thankfully muffled by the material and he felt her spasms on his cock as she surrendered to another climax. Given she had reached her release, Thorburn was willing to surrender to his own pleasure and he plunged deep into her fundament and released a torrent of his creamy essence. He fell to his side, pulling her with him so they continued to spoon with his prick still pulsing his release in her.

When their breathing had returned to normal, Thorburn asked, "Is that what you had in mind?"

"Aye, Lord. You've made me yours and claimed me for all time."

Thorburn felt himself shrinking and she gave another squeeze on her rectum and it forced him out with a generous portion of his seed. Teárlag got up, rinsed a cloth in her wash basin and washed them both. She kissed his limp cock when she was done, then lay down beside him, clinging tightly to him, plastering her naked form against him.

"It's been most enjoyable to renew our relationship again, Lady Mackintosh, but it's getting late. I will have to leave soon."

"Don't go yet, Thorburn. I have to tell you something. You're going to hate me; deservedly so, but I have to tell you as I can't live with myself any longer. I'm afraid this will be the last time we'll be together."

"Has someone offered their hand in marriage?" Thorburn asked. "Are you leaving? Why will this be our last time together?"

Teárlag broke into tears and Thorburn brushed them away from her cheeks.

"Lass, you can tell me anything. I'm no child."