Saved by the Highlander (17 page)

He spread her legs and kissed her between them. He reached up and fondled her perfect little breasts gently, taking her strawberry nipples between thumb and forefinger, one after the other. Alice cried out loud, but Niall did not stop until he had brought her to her first spend.

Then he assumed what Alice knew as a husband’s proper place and duty. She had closed her eyes as her body shuddered in her climax, but now she opened them when she felt his weight come upon her. Niall kissed her fiercely, not allowing her to turn away from the taste of her own cunny upon his lips, at which she felt herself blush again, though she finally returned his kisses with eagerness, loving the shame of being made to taste her private places by the man to whom she belonged.

Gently he lodged the head of his cock in the narrow place where it must enter. Alice smiled up at him at the feeling. “I know it will hurt, my love,” she said. “But you must not spare me. I must be all yours, this instant.”

She bit her lip as he pushed, and cried out as he pushed harder. It felt like a burning brand inside her, like he might rip her apart. She looked up and saw that the tightness of her maiden cunt pleased him, and that only with difficulty could he keep himself from thrusting in at full length, and she loved him for his restrain amidst the burning pain. He went slowly, and Alice closed her eyes tightly, wondering if—even strangely hoping that—the submissive expression on her face as she underwent her defloration by the highland barbarian excited him.

She felt herself begin to breathe harder as the pain seemed to grow less. “Fuck me, my lord,” she whispered, searching his eyes for his approval of her wantonness, and seeing there how much he approved of his lusty bride.

Niall began to move in and out then, seeming hardly to know what he did, lost in the marvelous sensation of his bride’s tightness; the cunt that Alice felt was made for him, that she wanted him to know belonged to him. Alice moaned with mingled pleasure and discomfort, and hoped that the sound made him think of spanking his young wife, of strapping her, and of… of fucking… her… bottom.

For her bottom belonged to him, too, now, and he
would
fuck it, if she had anything to say about it. She felt him begin to spend just as she had that barbaric thought, as if he could see into her thoughts. Alice loved the look upon Niall’s face as she felt his cock pumping inside her, pouring her husband’s noble barbarian seed into her womb.

They lay motionless for long moments, both breathing very hard. Then at last Alice whispered, “So that is fucking?”

Niall laughed, and could not, it seemed, hold his place. He rolled off her onto his back beside her. He propped himself on his elbow and gazed at her. “Yes, sweetling, that is fucking.”

“And you will do it in my bottom, too?” She had closed her eyes, and she felt yet another blush suffuse her face.

“I will, my lady, but…” Niall sounded rather mystified by the way Alice must seem so desirous of the delights of Sodom. “I do not understand why you seem to wish it so.”

Alice rolled upon her own side and looked at him, surveying his whole form and smiling secretively at the sight of his soft prick, which bore a little of her maiden blood.

“I suppose,” she said softly, placing her hand upon his belly and smiling into his eyes, feeling mischievously that her light touch claimed her husband as her own and bound him to do as she wished, “that from the moment you spanked me, I knew that my bottom belonged to you. Do you like it?” She rolled abruptly onto her other side and pushed out her backside a little, to display it to its owner.

Niall laughed. “Yes, very much, sweetling.”

“You will spank it often?”

“Indeed I shall.” He gave her a little spank right then, like a foretaste, and Alice let out an ambiguous yelp, not sure whether it hurt her or excited her. “Whenever you are naughty.”

“I was naughty to lift your kilt without permission, was I not?” she asked, still turned away. “Should you not spank my bottom, and then fuck it, to teach me?”

He spanked her again. She turned her head back over her shoulder to look at him with a smile that she thought might never leave her face now. He gave her another spank and she heard herself emit a submissive little whimper.

“I think, rather,” Niall said, “that I should spank this bottom now, and every morning and night we are here in the South, and make you wait until we return to the highlands to have it fucked.”

Alice pouted. Niall spanked her again three times, very hard, and then, while she still cried out at the spanks, he lifted her knee very firmly and began to caress her wonderfully wet cunny.

“Would that not be barbaric of me?” he murmured.

“Yes, my lord,” Alice sighed. “Oh, yes.”

The End

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