“Agnes, my lass.” Duncan Armstrong put an arm about the woman. “Come and meet someone very special,” he said with a grin.
“You and your brother had best be back in the hall with the prince for the feast,” Elsbeth said sternly. Then she turned to Agnes Carr. “Come with us, Mistress Carr, and join the wedding feast. You can meet the prince at the keep.” Her look dared Duncan to argue, and he laughed.
“We’re coming now, Elsbeth,” he promised her. “You are a fierce old dragon, but you cook like an angel. I’d marry you myself, if you would have me,” he teased her.
“Well, I won’t!” she told him, chortling. “Why, a fine lad like you would be the death of me, though to die so would be wonderful, I’m thinking.” Then she let him help her into the wagon, shrieking with surprise when he pinched her bottom.
Laughing, Duncan Armstrong left the giggling
women, rejoining his brother and the prince. “Elsbeth didn’t want us to be late to the feast,” he explained to James Stewart. “But, mindful of your wicked nature, she invited Agnes Carr to the feast. There are plenty of nooks and crannies in the keep where you may take Agnes for your pleasure. She’s a grand lass with a big heart and a great appetite for loving, Jamie.”
The prince grinned, delighted. “She’s a buxom lass,”
he noted. “I’ll look forward to meeting her, Duncan.”
They returned to the keep, where the hall was ready to receive the wedding party. Elsbeth had hired several women from the village to aid them that day. Back in her kitchens she began to direct the service with the élan of a military commander at a battle. There was salmon, courtesy of the prince and Patrick Hepburn.
There was trout, freshwater mussels with a mustard sauce, and creamed dried cod. There was a whole boar that had been roasted with an apple in his mouth, a side of beef packed in rock salt and roasted over a slow fire, as well as venison. There were platters of grouse, and others of ducks roasted black and served in a sauce of pear and apple, as well as several capons stuffed with bread, sage, onion, and celery, and goose. There was braised lettuce and spinach. Fresh bread, butter, and two cheeses—one soft, the other hard. There were candied violets and rose petals as well as marzipan. The rich red wine never ceased flowing, and the October ale had only recently been brewed.
The guests were well fed and content when the men began to dance to the shrill wail of the pipes. They danced a dance celebrating the wedding, with the bridegroom leading them. They danced the sword dance,skipping nimbly between sharpened blades, their tartans in red, green, black, blue, white, and yellow swirling about them. And amid the celebration, Duncan Armstrong and Prince James sought out Agnes Carr, leading her from the hall.
“You can have the chamber I share with Murdoc,”
Duncan generously volunteered, grinning.
“Join us for a while,” the prince invited as they entered the room. He turned Agnes about to him, and smiled down into her face. “Would you mind?” he asked her.
Like so many women before her, Agnes Carr, normally practical and sensible for all her profession, melted beneath the prince’s gaze. “ ’Tis fine with me, my lord. I know Duncan Armstrong, and if you are his friend then I know you are a gentleman too.” Her mouth curled up in a smile as she slid her arms about his neck and pressed her generous bosom to his broad chest.
James Stewart smiled back at Agnes Carr. “I had been told you were a fine and welcoming lass, Aggie, and I am happy to see the truth was spoken of you.” He undid the laces of her skirt first, and then her petticoats, lifting her from them. He undid the ribbons of her shirt and drew it over her head, stepping back to view her nakedness. “Aye, Aggie,” he drawled. “You are indeed a fine figure of a woman,” he said as he admired her full hips and her large breasts. He turned to Duncan. “I’ll race you!” he said, laughing as he began to pull off his own garments, and the two men were quickly naked, tumbling onto the big bed Duncan usually shared with his younger brother, where Agnes was already awaiting them.
“Plenty for all!” she said, chortling as each of them reached for a breast, and soon the bed on which they lay was a tumbled mass of bedclothing and bodies.
The young prince had an insatiable appetite for female flesh, and a very large manhood with which to indulge that appetite. While Duncan held the woman firmly between his legs, his big hands playing with her large breasts, the prince slithered between Agnes’s plump thighs and began to forage between her nether lips with his practiced tongue.
Agnes was skilled at seduction, and she was skilled in the act of love, but she had never before entertained two men at once. Nor had she ever known such a lover as the young prince. She moaned her delight as the royal tongue drove her to ecstasy. Then the prince mounted her, and very shortly she was screaming her pleasure as his big manhood drove her almost mad with its skillful thrustings. And she had no time to recover herself, for as the prince rolled away from her, panting with his exertions, Duncan Armstrong was atop her, laboring fiercely.
“That’s my lass,” he whispered in her ear as he fucked her, and her nails raked down his long back. He pushed her legs over her head and plunged deeper, and she screamed her enjoyment as the prince watched, his own youthful libido roused once more to a fever pitch.
The older man howled with delight as his juices spewed forth, and once more the prince took his place.
Agnes Carr knew she had never been fucked so well or so enthusiastically in such a short period of time. The young prince atop her was tireless, it would seem. His thick and long cock plunged deeply again and again.
She could not help herself. Her nails raked the flesh of the royal back, and in response he fucked her harder until she was weeping her pleasure, and only then did he withdraw from her, kissing her tears and praising her for a fine lass. The trio rested for a brief time, and then Prince James was once again ready to enjoy Agnes Carr’s charms.
While the royal cock entertained itself in Agnes’s rear passage, Duncan Armstrong withdrew quietly, donning his garments swiftly and leaving the room. He returned to the hall and sought out his younger brother.
“We’re sleeping in the hall tonight,” he told Murdoc. “I gave the prince our bed. Agnes is with him. They are giving each other a very good time. He’ll not say the hospitality at Cleit was wanting,” Duncan said with a rich chuckle. “The lad is insatiable, but he’s kind with a woman. Agnes will owe us a debt after this night,” he said with a grin. “I doubt no man has ever fucked her quite so well as young Jamie Stewart, nor will any man equal him. This will be a night she long remembers.”
“I think Conal and Adair are about to leave the hall,”
Murdoc said. “Our sister-in-law seems not so angry now.” Then he smiled happily. “We’re a real family again, Duncan. There’s a lady of the keep as well as a lord, and soon we’ll have a wee nephew.”
“Or niece,” Duncan remarked. “Aye, it hasn’t been this good since Mam died.”
“She’d like Adair,” Murdoc said softly.
His eldest brother nodded in agreement.
