Chapter 124

Thorburn found Frang and asked him if Isobel and he could pack extra food when they prepared theirs later and leave it outside the postern gate.

"Pack enough for two people to eat through breakfast day after tomorrow. Nothing that might spoil. No one will pay much attention to you preparing food as you must for the trip to Lady Luck anyway. A little extra won't be noticed."

"Going hunting, brother?"

"Aye."

"Good luck and be careful."

"That we will. Work the ladies hard; life's becoming a bit more difficult." He pulled Frang in for a big hug. "Make them hard to kill," Thorburn whispered.

"We'll speak later," Frang said.

Stuart found Ailene and he grabbed her hand, leading her to their bedroom. Ailene laughed and let herself be shepherded.

"My, my, husband. A little eager are we?"

"Very eager, love. You leave tomorrow and we still have unfinished business to attend to."

"What business is that, my love?"

"Planting a baby in here," he patted her tummy. "Need to make sure it's taken care of before you leave."

As soon as they were in the room, Stuart kicked the door shut and kissed his wife soundly, taking her breath away. She clutched him fiercely, putting all her love into her arms, clinging to him. Stuart returned her embrace with equal fervor. After several minutes, he pushed her away and began undoing the laces of her bodice. She started unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers frantically moving to keep pace with him. Laces undone, he pushed the material aside exposing her breasts, clamping his mouth over the exposed nipple, moving from one to the other. She pushed his shirt aside and started working on his buckle. Releasing it, she pushed his kilt down, exposing his hard cock. Moaning at the attention of his tongue on her blood engorged points, she gripped his tumescent organ, stroking it to rigid inflexibility. Stuart fumbled at the drawstring of her dress, not wanting to take his eyes or mouth off her plump mounds.

"Damn," he said, yanking it over her hips, hearing the fabric tear.

"Patience, husband. We have until tomorrow morning."

"Nay, love," he whispered. "I have to leave an hour after sunset, and I'll need to sleep a little. This is it. No one must know we're leaving."

"Then we mustn't waste a minute."

She stripped off her slippers and stockings, pulling Stuart down to the bed on top of her, the sensations of their naked flesh clinging to one another so sublime. She turned to face his legs and yanked off his shoes and socks, finally having him fully nude. Stuart lifted her off his stomach and positioned her sheath over his cock, her hand steering it to her entrance before he plunged up into her, already wet and ready, Ailene gasping as she felt herself filled with his lovely prick. She began to ride his cock, his hands caressing her bare buttocks. Her hand dropped to his sack and fondled the lumps of flesh inside. It was the first time she'd ever been taken this way and she found it stimulating her in different ways. She could touch herself and feel his shaft as he moved in and out of her body. The inexorable climb to her peak, the savage pleasure of her release, the wonderful contractions of her tunnel over Stuart's cock, her whimpers of relief as she crested, all followed his driving thrusts.

"Oooh, husband. I cum."

"I'll not be far behind, love. It's wonderful."

She rolled the spongy balls inside the hairy pouch, gently encouraging his own release as he continued pumping inside her. She noticed an increased energy to his thrusts and felt his cock swell within her moments before she felt a hot gush of liquid filling her womb. Continuing to rock on his spurting shaft, clasping tightly with her inner muscles to milk every drop of his creamy discharge from his balls.

"Ugh," he grunted. "Tis indescribable to feel your cunt cling to my cock so."

"It's beyond words on my side as well, Stuart. There's so much joy and pleasure to be found in it. My heart swells when I feel you cum in me. It's a merging beyond measure. More than the sensations themselves, tis a whole ocean of feeling wells up in me."

Stuarts prick began to shrink and he turned her and pulled her down in his arms. "Lie beside me, wife. Rest with me and wake me at sunset. By then I should be inclined and able to couple with you again."

"Don't you need me to pack your meals?"

"Thorburn's arranging for food so no one will realize we're leaving. Frang and Isobel will take care of it."

"Then I'll stay with you husband. Rest now." Ailene smoothed the hair over his forehead and pulled him to her bosom. Her heart beat strong and steady in his ear until he fell asleep.

Ailene rested, though unable to sleep as he did. She watched him, his breathing deep and peaceful, his arms about her. "Be careful, Stuart," Ailene whispered under her breath. "May God watch over you and keep you in the palm of his hand. Be silent and invisible and let no harm befall you. Come back to me."

She woke him just before sunset, their lovemaking slower and more languid the second time around. They petted each other, stroking and caressing, memorizing the moment, locking it inside their hearts. When Stuart finally rose from the bed, having shared his seed once more, Ailene watched as he dressed. He found his darkest clothing. Having no shirts but light colored, he put on a dark green coat over what he had. It would help with the night chill as well. He girdled his sword about his waist and grabbed his bow and a quiver full of arrows. There was a soft tap on the door. Ailene covered herself and Stuart let Thorburn in.

"Are you ready, Stuart?"

"Aye, but for one thing."

Stuart went to Ailene and gave her soft kiss. "Look after yourself, lass." She pulled him close and whispered, "You're precious to me. Don't let anything happen to you, husband."

"Bjarkë will stay here until we return," Thorburn whispered. "He'll send word to Lady Luck Farm should anything happen."

"Take good care of my husband, Thorburn. I want him returned to me in good shape."

"I'll do my best to keep him safe, Ailene."

"Your best is all I ask," Ailene said. "Your best is the best I know."

"Will we be leaving by the postern gate, Thorburn?" Stuart asked.

"Nay, brother. The postern will be watched as well and we don't know if our own guards are fully trustworthy. Have you never snuck out of the Keep to visit a lass outside it's walls?"

"Can't say I have."

"Perhaps I was a bit more wayward than you," Thorburn said. "I did it fairly often."