Chapter 80

Teárlag's ass still red and tender from his spanking, she felt every thrust as a smidgeon of pain along with the rush of pleasure. She climaxed a fourth time, just before Thorburn slammed a final time into her womb and his cock convulsed as he filled her with his seed; Thorburn shuddering with the force of his release and the resultant easing of tension.

Thorburn backed away, his cock falling from her cunt with a sodden plop, followed by a trail of their cum leaking from her folds and coursing into the crease of her bottom. He stared down at Teárlag, her breasts heaving, surprised by the intensity of their precipitous passion.

"Pray, forgive me for the fierceness of my lust," Thorburn panted.

"Nay, there's nothing to forgive. It's what I wanted; what I needed, my Lord. You are my Lord. I will never recognize another as my master."

"I've never been in such a frenzied state before. You enchant me, woman. I can't get enough of you."

"Nor I, you. We are matched in that way. Every time you leave my body, I feel such emptiness inside, like a part of me is missing. I want you all the time; in every way."

"I'm drained, Teárlag. I don't think I could take a piss now. You've taken every drop of moisture from my body."

She took his hand and rubbed it, pulling him downward, saying, "Lay beside me, Lord Cameron. Hold me, comfort me, visit me in my dreams."

He removed his kilt, shirt, boots and stockings, baring himself to her sultry gaze. He climbed into bed with her and spooned behind her, enveloping her with his body.

"Will you miss me while I'm gone, Thorburn? Even a little?"

"I'll miss you a great deal, Teárlag. Fortunately, it will give me some time to recover from your visit. I've not expended myself this way for years, if ever."

"If I took all the pleasure I've ever received as a woman before you and added it together, it would not match what I've received since I met you. Never have I felt so much a woman."

"Sleep now, little one. With a wee bit of rest, mayhap I can show you some more before you leave."

Teárlag curled against his hard body. She wanted to feel satisfied, to find restful sleep in his arms. But visions of a life with Blackthorne, cold and passionless and painful, and the anger and betrayal Thorburn would feel when he learned of her perfidy kept her from sleep for a long time. She finally dropped into a fitful sleep plagued by formless nightmares during which she stirred uneasily in his arms.

Thorburn woke early, disturbed again by Teárlag's uneasy restlessness. Several times he'd awaken to find her twitching restlessly, soft exhalations of "no, no, no" tumbling from her lips. It was clear she was having nightmares and he wondered what bogeyman so beset her dreams. Each time, he lightly stroked her hair, holding her close, whispering, "you're safe, darling. No one can harm you while you're in my arms" until she stilled again in fitful slumber. It seemed clear he wouldn't sleep again. He thought of getting up again, but found himself strangely satisfied to hold her naked form in his arms, feeling her breathe. For an hour she was somewhat restful, sleeping peacefully, but began to stir, still troubled by her nightmares.

Since she was clearly upset by her dreams, perhaps a new day and more coupling would be more to her liking. He disentangled himself from her back and slid down in the bed. She stirred as he left her and turned as if to find him. She wouldn't have to worry about finding him, he'd find her. Taking advantage of her new position, he slowly parted her legs to give himself access to her sex, still musky from their coupling the previous evening. His tongue darted out and took a long, slow lick of her slit. She shivered and her legs parted more of their own accord and he gave another swipe of his slick muscle up her folds. He gently nuzzled her soft flesh, licking, kissing, stroking.

"Mmmm, what a way to wake up in the morning," Teárlag whispered throatily. She grabbed his head in her hands, tousling his hair, intending to guide him.

Thorburn pulled away, looking up her slim body over the thatch of hair gracing her sex to her green eyes.

"Nay, Lady Mackintosh. Put your hands above your head and grab the bedpost. Spread your legs for me and you're not to move until I give you leave. If you disobey me, I'll tan your backside as I did last night and then tie you to the bed."

"Both of those sound good to me. Perhaps I'll disobey on purpose."

"You'll not regret it if you obey, and save yourself a bit of grief."

"Very well, Lord. Your wish is my command."

She grabbed the bedposts with her hand and spread herself before his burning gaze, his blue eyes flashing as she obeyed him. His mouth went back to her, engaging her core. Thorburn was well skilled in the art of pleasing a woman orally, taking pride in his skill. He teased and tantalized her, soon driving her to a frenzy. His tongue and lips teased at every part of her sex, from nibbling on the delicate folds, to tempting the stiff nubbin peaking from the top of her slit. His fingers soon joined his mouth in beguiling her, stirring her senses. They gently stroked the soft flesh about her sex and anus. She found her hips rocking, trying to capture a finger prodding the opening of her sheath, stroking the flesh guarding her slit. Teárlag found herself gasping as he brought her closer and closer to her peak. Just when she thought she'd explode, he stopped. She started to reach down to pull him against her and he growled, "Hands," and she gripped the bedpost again.

"Lord Cameron, please let me spend. I'm so close. Don't taunt me."

"Your pleasure belongs to me this morning, Teárlag. I shall determine when you climax."

His fingers lay loosely on her folds, now moist and parting as her body prepared to be entered. They moved, not to give her release, but to keep her from descending too far from her peak. When he judged her orgasm ebbed, he commenced licking her again. Her hands started going down to her breasts and with a sharp slap, he reminded her to put her hands back. She was squirming uncontrollably, her hips rolling up in an effort to apply more pressure, but without her legs to gain purchase, he controlled the length, strength and duration of each lick. Thankfully, she soon reached the cusp of her release, just a bit more and her orgasm would consume her. Thorburn noticed the same thing and ceased again, causing Teárlag to moan in anguish.

"Thorburn, why do you torture me so? Please, I need to orgasm. You're driving me mad."

"Perhaps you enjoyed your spanking too much last night. What good is a punishment if it does not punish. I think this one will be far more effective with you."

He waited for the signs of her pending climax to wane before starting again. Her cunt leaked copious fluid and her hole gapped, looking for something to fill it. She groaned in frustration, the tension building up in her body crying to be liberated. The slow climb to another peak, the cessation of arousal, the slow ebbing, followed by another bout of tantalizing but incomplete pleasure.

After the sixth time near climax, Teárlag panted, "Fuck me, Thorburn. Have me and get it over with. I can't take anymore."

"Aye, you can, and you will."

She was crying as she approached her crest the seventh time. Her nipples were hard little stones perched on the aching softness of her breasts, her legs quivered from unrelieved tension, her sex a soggy pudding. She was resigned to Thorburn thwarting her climax as she felt another one approach. So ready to accept another false alarm, she didn't notice Thorburn spreading her fluids around. She felt the throbbing, trembling, tremors preceding another orgasm, then Thorburn shoved fingers in her pussy and ass, while he furiously sucked her clit and she shattered into a thousand pieces, her scream of satisfied gratification resounding throughout the Keep.

Before her climax could end, Thorburn was between her legs and pushing his cock deep, so deep; filling her up, stretching her wide and she cried out again. His plundering cock rocked in concert with the contractions in her cunt, resonating; sympathetic vibrations building on her own, extending her orgasm past any normal ending, and still she throbbed. She felt his organ pulse and his seed erupted into her womb, creating a soupy mess squishing out past his prick plugging her sheath. He fell to the side, pulling her on top of him, and still her slit spasmed around him.