Chapter 117

Ailene woke up the next morning before daybreak. Her sleep had been uncertain and disquiet. Stuart was still asleep though he looked restless as well. She lay still, listening to him breathe. Life was so unpredictable. This war with Blackthorne was sapping them. They didn't know who to trust anymore. Friends and acquaintances, it made no difference; Blackthorne was finding ways to bring pressure on them and turn them against the Camerons. She had no idea when it would end. Stuart could be killed at any time, a surprise attack on the road, an arrow from the bushes, poison in his tea or wine. She would have nothing left of him if he died. Gone, snuffed out like a flame, a brief flicker in her life and puff. She wanted something; anything of him to go on, past his death. She'd not sought to avoid pregnancy, letting matters take their course, but it was time to push for a child. She brushed a lock of his hair off his forehead. He stirred slightly, but did not waken.

She slowly pushed the sheets lower, exposing his fine body. He worked hard, at swords, archery, running the estate. It showed. Thick, muscular legs and arms, flat stomach, good chest dusted by hairs. His cock was flaccid, but thick and traced with veins. He was a handsome man, her husband, and so loving, kind and thoughtful, the kind of man to raise strong sons and daughters. He would be a good father, serious and responsible, but funny and a tease at the same time. He knew when to have fun and when to be serious and could separate the two. It was a shame McTavish was having a son through Isobel, but not Frang or Stuart. McTavish was unfit to have a child, but was having one anyway. None of the Cameron's yet had a child.

If any were to have a child now, it would have to be her and Stuart. Frang and Isobel may have another child, but the first would be another man's. Thorburn might have married Teárlag, but his romance was ended. Ailene leaned over her husband's cock and lifting it, sucked it into her mouth. He started to stir, as did his manhood. Ailene sucked and licked his cock until he awakened.

"Good morning, Ailene. To what do I owe this pleasure."

She held is cock firmly in hand and lifted off him. "It's time to have a baby, Stuart. I want to have your child."

"Haven't we been trying for a child?" Stuart asked.

"We have, but not to the exclusion of all else. Many times, we waste your seed in my mouth or my bum. If we are to have a baby, it must end. We must concentrate our efforts in such a way it will result in a child. Starting today, you will plant your seed where it will do the most good. I want your offspring to fill my home and heart in the worst way, Stuart. We are engaged in a dangerous undertaking and if you should die, I want a piece of you to live." She continued to stroke his cock, keeping it hard. As she finished speaking, she climbed over him and putting him at the entrance to sheathe, slid down over his rampant prick, letting him split her apart.

She rode him, up and down, feeling the joy of being filled by her husband. Rocking on him, grinding against him, striving for every inch of his cock. I'm going to make a baby with him. Ailene said a small prayer for her and Stuart. My love, may God grant his blessings on your semen, may He ensure the fertility of my loins, and bless our union to grant us a strong son to carry on my love's name. May God make Holy what we do here and protect the blessings of our union. Amen. Ailene clenched around him, seeking to draw forth his offering. Stuart moaned in response, enjoying her tightness, her warmth, her wetness. Not content to let her ride him, he started driving up into her, thrusting into the heat he knew so well. She clamped down again and he grabbed her breasts, squeezing and massaging the spongy tissue, thumbing her erect nipples to return the pleasure he experienced. She reached behind her and stroked his balls, fondling the sensitive orbs. He was so hard, so very hard. Ailene felt them move in her hand, drawing tight to his body, preparing to pump his liquid essence into her womb.

He pulsed and the wetness, the warmth, filled her. He pulsed again and she climaxed, spasming on his cock, mixing her fluids with his, collapsing on his chest, breathless and filled with so much love. He continued to spurt his life giving fluid into her womb, every one filled with portent, each drop the one which might bless their joining. When he was finished and gushing no more, they kissed, stroking the other. Ailene bent back, took his face in her hands and looked into his loving green eyes.

"I will now and forever, love you, Stuart Cameron, should we die tomorrow or a million years from now. You're my heart, and my soul and the part of me I never knew I had until I met you." She kissed him again.

"Ailene Cameron, my wife, the first thing I see in the morning and the last I see at night, the best part of me, the guiding star of my life. You are my most precious love and the thing I treasure most in my life. May we never forget this moment and how much we care for one another." He folded her back into his arms.

Ailene expected Stuart to begin to shrink now their coupling was past and he'd planted his offering but there was still an unexpected thickness to him and he remained inside her folds. Stuart rolled her over onto her back and began moving inside her, sliding back and forth in his familiar way, encouraging her answering response.

"Again, husband? You're not usually ready so quickly after our first."

"And we're not usually parted for days at a time. I don't know now when you'll be returning to Lady Luck Farm with Frang and Isobel, but I mean to assert my husbandly rights as many times as I'm able before you leave."

"My thoughts exactly," Ailene declared. "More times. Lots more." She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her heels behind his ass and encouraged him to drive deeper. "Many, many more."