Chapter 17

Her ass was riding him pretty good now, sliding up and down over a hand's width on his rigid cock. Thorburn took his left hand and rubbed and massaged her lovely breasts, twisting and tweaking at the hardened little points of her nipple, while his right thumb continued to stroke and squeeze her clit. She shoved the edge of his cloak in her mouth to muffle her moans, her breath ragged and rapid, her eyes unfocused, staring at the ceiling, riding his cock harder and faster. Her sex was leaking copious amounts of fluid on the base of Thorburn's cock, soaking the hair and running down the crease of his ass. She was close, so close.

At that moment, Thorburn began flicking at the turgid shaft of her clit with his thumbnail and she exploded. She sank onto his cock to the balls and her ass twitched about his prick, sucking at it like she was trying to draw his cum from his balls, which is what it did. He thrust upwards against her, groaning softly as she felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum bathe her asshole with his milky cream.

Ailene put her head down on Thorburn's chest, gasping, trying to catch her breath.

"Okay, that was powerful," she panted. "Totally unexpected, but powerful. I canna believe you used the butter!"

"Well did you think I was going to eat it for a little snack when we were done?"

"I did nae think of it, really. I never would have thought of it for that. Who knew butter could be so useful in other ways."

Thorburn stood up and lifted Ailene to her feet, easily. He took some rags he'd brought with him and wiped them both off. She sat down and put on her stockings and shoes. After he was dressed, he helped her tie her stays and adjust her dress.

"I hoped you might be a little busy down here this afternoon. I made a list of our stores and what we need," Thorburn said, handing her a list. "You might want to add a little more butter to the list."

"I'll make note of it," she said dryly.

"Oh, I've got one other item for the list; give it here," he said, taking it back.

He scratched one other item on the list and handed it back. He left first. She stayed and patted down her hair, made sure that her clothes were straight and orderly. She blew out the candle and bringing the one she'd carried down with her, closed and locked the door. On the way up the stairs, she was aware of the fluids leaking down her legs from her sex and ass, both his and hers with maybe a little butter thrown in. She looked at the last item he'd added to the list.

2 silver coins.

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After leaving the armory, Stuart had gone out with 7 other men-at-arms, including Bjarke to several nearby crofts t to gather their tithings to the clan. While all were relatively close, it was after supper when they returned. After finding some food in the kitchen, Stuart went to his room. The fireplace was lit and warm. Ailene had a tub of water set up for him to wash the dust of the road off, with two pails of water heating by the fire.

Ailene was sitting on the edge of the bed in her shift with something in her hands, which it appeared she was squeezing.

"Evening my love. What are you doing?" he asked.

"Frang gave me these bags with seeds in them," showing him, "I'm to squeeze them each night to strengthen my wrists, hands and arms for the fencing," she replied.

"I can give you something else to squeeze, my wife," Stuart said, smiling.

"I'm sure you can, husband. You frequently do. Why don't you sit in the tub and I'll wash you off."

Stuart divested himself of his clothes and sat down in the tub. Ailene brought the warm water over and poured some in until Stuart indicated it was warm enough. She left the remainder by the fire, came over, knelt down beside him and with a wash cloth, wiped down his hair, face and neck. She rinsed the cloth, and started wiping down his chest and back. She rinsed again and reached for his genitalia. He grabbed her and lifted/pulled her into the tub, splashing water on the floors.

"Stuart! I'm wearing my shift!" she said, slapping at his shoulder.

"Aye, have you seen how lovely you are in the damp clothes? They hide and expose at the same time. Tis a most enjoyable contrast," he murmured, then kissing her while pulling her against him.

She kissed him back and she felt his arm under her shift, sliding up her legs to grasp her ass. She reached down and felt his growing cock, nearly half ripe for her.

"What do you plan to do with that thing, husband?" she whispered.

"Well, maybe you could start your squeezing exercises," Stuart said.

"I dinna know. Frang told me to squeeze as hard as I can for 20-30 seconds before I relax. I'm thinking I might squeeze a mite too hard and you'd pop like a strawberry."

"You could always squeeze with something other than your hand," he suggested. "You do that exercise quite well already."

"Aye. I do, and dinna you forget it. Give me a hand with this."

She reached for the bottom of her shift and pulled it to her waist, Stuart helping in the back. While he held it up to her breasts, she reached down for his erection and placing it at the entrance to her sex, slowly sank down on his shaft, sloshing water until she was at the root of his nice prick. Then she dropped the edge of her shift and placed his hand on her water dampened breast, the nipples already rising to stiffened buds. She put her hands around his neck and kissed his neck from shoulder to his ear. He shivered when her tongue tickled and her teeth nipped at the lobes.

"Start your exercises now," Stuart suggested. "A little squeezing would go very well right now."

She compressed the muscles in her sheath, rising up a bit, then loosening it's tight grip as she sank back down. This action was repeated again and again, although she kept increasing the length of the pressure so that she was riding his cock almost to the head.

"Aye," he said, "those are some exercises I can really appreciate."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring all the contours of her mouth while she plunged up and down on his hard cock. He bent his head and took a nipple between his teeth through the cloth of her shift and nipped at the engorged bud. She sighed against his neck, her breathing increasing as he stirred her sex into a seething cauldron of passion. Soon, so soon now, she would surrender herself on his cock. It dinna take long and she sank on him, moaning, calling his name, her sheath spasming on his prick.