Chapter 85

Proud to be making her moan over him and scream his name in pleasure, he plunged harder into her, banging his tiny cock into her cunt. She barely felt it. She squeezed down as hard as she could to increase the pressure on his prick. He was starting to grunt with a little more regularity and Teárlag sensed he might be close to his release. Rather than let him pull out and push into her ass where he preferred to cum, she wrapped her legs around him and rode him hard, squeezing him to her.

"You're making me cum, Master. You feel so good. Oooh, Oooh. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh, God! I'm cumming!"

He was trying to pull out, on the precipice of his orgasm, but she clenched to him with all the strength of her legs and rode him hard until she heard him scream and felt his cock squirting into her sex. Just in case, she thought. I can claim any child is his.

"I climaxed in you. Why didn't you let me pull out?" Blackthorne yelled. "You can't get pregnant yet. Our plans are not complete."

"I couldn't help myself, Master. Never has anyone made me feel that way. It felt so good to feel you fuck me that way. Feel how aroused I am."

"That's my cum," Blackthorne said.

"No, I'm wetter than with just yours, Master." Of course, she thought, I was imagining another, larger cock plunging into me; not your piddling little toy.

He reached down and felt her moisture. As she said, it seemed there was more than what he'd left in her.

"Never have I been taken so forcefully, so masterfully, my Master. As I said, I could not help myself."

"Well, let's hope you don't get pregnant before our plan is finished," Blackthorne said, proudly. "I won't take a pregnant wife down the aisle and I certainly don't want any more bastards."

Don't worry, you sadistic swine, I no longer plan on marrying you.

"I'm positive it will be okay, Master," Teárlag said. "Women very seldom catch on the first time. It may not even be my fertile time of the month. I'm not sure. If you release me, I can clean your cock, Master. Perhaps you can even fuck me again. I shall be more careful next time."

"Very well."

Blackthorne released her and Teárlag went to her knees to clean his pathetic cock. With a little effort, she was able to get him hard again. She lay back on the bed and waited for him to climb between her legs. He was able to couple with her for fifteen minutes. When she realized he was getting close to a second orgasm, she started moaning and screaming as she had before.

"Never have I so enjoyed the act of sex with a man. You drive me crazy. I'm climaxing again. You're a stallion."

He gave a few more thrusts in her, thrusts she barely felt, preparatory to his pulling out of her and spraying his seed all over her stomach. He allowed her to get up and wipe herself off. She climbed back into bed with him and ran her hand over his chest.

"Master, you have truly shown me what it is to be a woman. I can hardly wait for the time when you make me your wife and I can enjoy being with you every night. May I lie here with you and enjoy your company. Perhaps you can show me pleasure once more before I leave."

"Yes, you may."

"Thank you, Master."

She snuggled up to him and held his cock, praying he wouldn't get hard again. She considered how long she'd been here and how far Màiri may have gotten in the time she had. She hoped it was enough, but she couldn't avoid talking about it any longer.

"When did your female captive die, Master?"

"Dead? She's not dead."

"When I saw her empty cage downstairs, I assumed she died and you buried her body."

"Her cage is empty? And you said nothing before this?" Blackthorne said, getting up to put on his breeches. Teárlag put on nothing, she had not yet been granted leave to dress. He went to his passage, started heading down the stairs, Teárlag trailing after.

"When last I saw her, she was nearly dead. She could barely speak. Didn't she die?" Teárlag asked.

"No, she was alive this morning. Alive and caged." He nearly stumbled in his haste to get down the stairs. Teárlag was tempted to push him, but feared if she were unsuccessful. "Why didn't you speak before this?"

"I surmised you would not wish this discussed in front of others, Master. And then you were making such passionate love to me, I forgot to ask, but if I believed her dead, why would I ask about her. She could barely move, barely speak, when last I saw her. That was over a week ago. Why wouldn't she be dead?"

"Because I didn't want her dead, you fool. They don't die unless I want them dead."

He lit a couple torches and rushed over to her cage. She was gone, just as Teárlag said. He examined the latch. It didn't appear broken.

"How could she have escaped? There is no way."

"Was she being fed? Perhaps those feeding her were careless with the latch," Teárlag surmised. I hope she got away, she thought. Far, far away, where this bastard can never get her again.

"If those imbeciles let her escape, I'll have their hides!" Blackthorne said. "I will not stand for such incompetence."

"She can't have gone far in her condition, Master. I'm sure you can recover her. She may be lying dead in the tunnel, it's the only way she could have gotten out."

"Did you see her?"

"No, Master, but a candle doesn't cast much light. I walk along the wall and the other side is in shadows. If she was there, I might not have seen her. You can send men into the tunnel with torches, search both sides. Even if she's not there, she can't get far. Where would she go? How far could she go in her condition?"

"Back to the damn Cameron's is where!" He exclaimed. "Go on, get out of here. You need to leave before I send searchers out. I don't want you seen."

"Immediately, Master."

Teárlag rushed back to his room and quickly dressed, coming back down as soon as she was ready.

"When is your carriage due to return?" Blackthorne asked. "I'll have to wait until you're gone before I send searchers out."

"In about an hour. It will take me half that to get back to the pick up point. I will walk the opposite side of the tunnel as I leave, and if I find her, I will rush right back and tell you, Master. I'm sorry. If I'd but realized she'd escaped, I would have spoken sooner."

"Go, go. The sooner you're gone, the sooner I can look for her."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master, again; for giving me such pleasure. I'll hurry as fast as I can. They may be back early."

Teárlag lit a candle and left, appearing to look carefully along the right side of the tunnel until he closed the door behind her, then she hurried, hoping not to find Màiri in the tunnel unless she were dead, else Teárlag may end up in Blackthorne's cage begging some stranger to kill her. The thought made her shudder. Unfortunately, being close to Midsummer meant it was light later than usual. It might be after nine before it was totally dark. It still gave Blackthorne's men several hours to search for her.

Please God, she prayed, protect us both from Blackthorne.