Chapter 88

Isobel lifted off him, continuing to stroke, and said, "When McTavish put his cock in my mouth, he'd push it in until I gagged. It was never pleasant. I always felt like I was choking and couldn't breathe. This isn't too bad."

She dipped her head again and took more of him this time. She felt him swell in her mouth as she tongued him. His hips were trying to thrust himself deeper in her mouth, but she held him down so could not.

"Isobel, it feels incredible," Frang panted. "You're doing great."

Isobel continued to bob her head over his cock, never taking him too deep, but her tongue and lips agile as she sucked his cock.

"You have me close to my climax, Isobel. I warn you if you're not prepared for it."

In response, she took him a little deeper, wringing another moan from him. Soon, she felt the head inflate in her mouth and it pulsed, sending his seed into her mouth. Ailene had been right. Having more control of the situation allowed Isobel to relax and enjoy this more. Even Frang cumming in her mouth had not bothered her. Not having a cock choking her throat when it released was a refreshing change as well. He was clean and smelled good. His seed had a salty taste, not interfered with by the stench of an rancid cock and sweaty, unclean balls. She continued to suck her husband until his cock stopped it's pulsing. She felt him shrinking in her mouth, his breathing ragged and heavy.

"Thank you," he whispered. "That was amazing."

She lifted up, licking her lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed that husband. I found more enjoyment in the act than I expected. Now perhaps you might lick me as you did this morning?"

"Are you going to release me?" Frang asked.

"Not yet," she whispered. "We're not done."

"How shall I do as you requested, Isobel?"

"I thought perhaps..." Isobel hiked up her nightgown and straddled his chest, her legs on either side of him. He was staring at her sex, mere inches from his mouth. "If you could make me wet so it doesn't hurt as we couple as you said is possible, Frang, I would seek to consummate our marriage."

Frang nodded, speechless. Isobel inched forward, parting herself for her husband. When she was right above him, he smelled her, the scent of her soap and the scent of her arousal. He lifted his head and kissed her, her parted lips. His tongue ran up her slit and she moaned, just as she'd made him moan. It gave him such gratification to be the source of her pleasure. He sought her core again, and she mewled at the ecstasy his tongue created in her. How was it possible she had never experienced this before? It seemed that all the Cameron men knew of this practice. All of the men she'd been forced to abide before, none of them had shown her this form of satisfaction before. Pain the only sensation they'd shown her. What men were the norm; the Cameron's or the McTavish's of the world?

She considered some of the other men she knew somewhat well. She gasped as Frang licked her pleasure button. Cyrus McTeague, a good man beloved of his wife. Bjarkë, unmarried, but the servant girls seemed to love him and he'd been kind and friendly to her. Other than those two and the Cameron's the only men she was familiar with were McTavish and his cronies. Perhaps she'd only been exposed to the wrong men. She moaned as his tongue penetrated her. She ground her hips against his mouth, panting, her nipples stiffened peaks almost painful in their tightness. She put her hands on her breasts, massaging them as Frang tantalized her molten center. She was so close to finding her peak.

Isobel was pressing so hard against Frang's mouth, rolling her hips against his lips to increase her pleasure. She gave a final moan as her orgasm overcame her, her legs shuddering as she spasmed over his mouth. He lapped up the fluids leaking from her sex and she mewled in excitement, overcome with emotions. She started crying.

"What is it, my love? Why are you crying?"

"Look at me; what a mess I am. I have to tie my husband in order to have sex with him, to consummate our marriage. Yet today, you've given me more satisfaction than I've ever had. It was astounding, what you've shared with me, but I'm afraid of you. I cannot imagine being with you, married again. I wonder which is the more accurate picture I have of men; the one I have of you and your family and Cyrus McTeague, or the one I have of McTavish and his friends. They were all I knew for years and now I've met you and I don't know which is real?"

"I'd try to hold you, my love, but I'm a little tied up right now, but can't we all be real?"

Isobel laughed. She slid down his body and kissed him, his lips damp with her fluids, extending even to the tip of his nose and down to his chin.

"What do you mean?" Isobel asked.

"Can't we all be real? That there are both good and bad people in this world and you can't judge all of us by a few. You can't judge every man you meet on the basis of McTavish, nor should you judge them all on the basis of me or my family. I would expect you to be cautious regarding anyone you met until you know who they are. Some will be worth knowing and others should be forgotten as soon as you meet them. I'm not perfect and I don't claim to be. I have made mistakes and I expect I'll make more. There is only one thing I would ask you to remember. Any mistake I make, any error of commission or omission won't be because I don't care for you, but because I'm human and will make slips. I will do my utmost to defend you, to guard you, to love you, and if I make a blunder, you will forgive me because I did not intend to harm you."

Isobel looked down at him; his face smeared and messy, a half-grin on his lips, love and earnestness in his eyes. She gave him another kiss.

She wiped her eyes. "So, I'm to forgive you if you mess up because it's unintentional on your part and because you love me?"

"Aye. Though it would help if you also loved me. It's always easier to forgive the ones you love."

"I see. It's not enough I take you as husband; you expect me to love you too."

"That would be the ideal outcome." Frang smiled up at her.

Isobel glanced behind her.

"I see you have found it within yourself to become erect again."

Frang grinned. "You may never know the joy it gives me to pleasure you, Isobel. It's difficult to see your look of ecstasy when you release and not become excited myself. The entire experience, the sight of you closing your eyes as you spend, the sounds you make, your taste, your scent, the feel of your warm, dampness against my lips and tongue. Those things combine to arouse me. I want you to feel it over and over again, until you melt."

"Melting; tis the word for it. You've made me melt for certain." She rubbed at the fluids on his face. "Seems I've melted all over you."

Isobel raised up and pulled the nightgown from her body, exposing herself fully to Frang. She stroked his cock perched at her backside until it was fully hard.

"It's time to make our marriage legal, my husband."

She centered his sword at the entrance to her sheath. She sank slowly over him, still expecting there to be some pain as he entered her, but there was no hurt. It was as God intended. She felt her lips part for him as she surrounded his cock, but without pain, merely a comfortable pressure as he easily slid into the wetness he'd created. Frang was correct. There could be pleasure between husband and wife if they but took the time to arouse the other and it felt so good as he penetrated her body; a pleasing fullness. Sliding farther on his cock, she was surprised when she was sitting on his hips, his instrument fully lodged in her without discomfort.

"Mmmm," she murmured, "It's never felt this good to have a cock in me before. It seems you were right, Frang. I am a normal woman who can couple with a man." She leaned down until her breasts swayed over his face. "Lick my breasts, husband."

Frang suckled first one nipple, then the other and Isobel began to rock on him, fucking him for the first time. There were no sounds but the squelching sounds of her liquefied cunt slapping against him as she rose and fell on his cock. Gradually, both began to moan as they felt their peaks get close. Isobel rocked harder on Frang, sliding back and forth, her hips rolling to capture every inch of him within her. Panting, she leaned down for another kiss, gasping as he touched a new part in her.