Page 50 of Rory

It seemed odd that he wouldn’t meet her gaze, Una thought, and recalled her dream in which she had dark skin, and he’d tied her up and facked her for hours. “Did you dream of tying me up with silk sashing, Kelso?”

He gave her a startled glance. “How did you ken?”

“I had the same dream, you silly arse.” She went and gave him a good shove, knocking him off his feet and atop a heap of empty sacks. Kneeling down before him, she began unlacing her bodice. “I shall give you what you truly need, Kelso. You may take your pleasure of me as oft as you desire.”

The guard caught her hands, stopping her. “Did she send you to me? ’Tis part of a scheme to end my desire for her so she may swive those two tadger lovers?”

“Oh, lad.” Una almost laughed at him, but a surge of sympathy made her press her hands to his lean cheeks. “Do you reckon I’d offer myself to you for such? No’ even the headman of my village could force me to hoor myself when my da ran off and my mam died of pox.”

Kelso dragged her closer, almost bumping her nose with his as he searched her face and eyes as if expecting to find some sign of deceit. He couldn’t believe another woman would want him, which made her wonder if Elspeth had been his first woman.

“She’s no’ the only lass who shall want you,” Una said gently, and leaned in to brush her lips against his. “You’re a fine man, big and strong and kind to women. If my dream, ’twas true, then you’re a beast in bed. Aye, and you’re near as handsome as the war master.”

Doubt flickered through his dark eyes. “Liar.”

“In my eyes, you’re that and more.” Lifting her skirts, she straddled him. “Take your solace in me, lad. I’m no’ as pretty as Els, but I’m round and soft, and ever willing to please. I’ll make you happy you chose me as your new lover.”

Kelso’s eyes narrowed. “You mean to ravish me because no other man desires you?”

“I dinnae need to.” Slowly she finished untying her bodice laces, and pulled back the gusseted sides to bare her heavy chebs to his gaze. She’d always been proud of how full and plump they were, and knew most men appreciated them, too. “You need to fack hard and long, and I’d take you in me. We may pleasure each other as long as we wish.”

“I’m no’ kind,” he told her flatly, and took hold of her breasts to roughly caress them. “I’ll take what I want of you, and leave after ’tis done.”

Och, the lad was trying so hard to chase her off, yet under her the thick rise of his cock pressed against her quim with a frantic throbbing. Una smiled as she worked her hand under him, jerking at his trews laces until they loosened enough for her to free his broad, hard shaft.

“’Tis good I but wish to bed, then,” she said, rising up and pressing him between her folds. “Here, doesnae that please you?” Before she began to sink down she looked into his hot, furious eyes. “You’ve dreamt of coming into me, remember? ’Twas why you tied me up with silk, so I’d be helpless and take that big, stiff cock of yours. Only I’m no’ helpless, McKeran.”

“That mouth of yours, ’tis a weapon.” Kelso’s hands fisted at his sides, as if he were trying now to keep himself from touching her. “I should thrash you until you must stand at your meals for a moon.”

“If ’tis your wish.” Sinking down atop his broad, heavy cock was so good she nearly shattered to pieces atop him, especially when he made a rough sound. “There, aye, you’ve needed that, eh? We’re the same, you ken. I’ve no love waiting for me in the stronghold. You’re right, none of the men desire me anymore. Only you, Kel.”

Kelso clamped his big hands on her hips to stop her from sinking down on him a second time. “Think hard before you do anymore, for I didnae lie. I’ll use you and discard you.”

“Mayhap I shall do the same to you, lad.” She almost laughed as he rolled with her, putting her on her back beneath him and driving his swollen cock into her wet quim. “Ah, aye, such a pity you only wish do this once, ’tis so good.”

“You wanted me, take me.” He clenched his teeth, sparing her no gentleness as he plowed deep and hard into her. “I shall fack you as often as I wish, then. I’ll drag you to my room in the garrison hall for all my brothers to see, and tie you to my bed. I’ll take you so many times you’ll weep when you leave in the morning.”

“As you want, so do I.” For a moment Una wondered if he might do her some real harm, and then the flood of longing inside her became a torrent of sweetness. She might drown in that, and this man. No other in her memory had ever aroused and filled her as much as Kelso. Being pinned under his big body and filled over and again with his rampaging cock satisfied all the dark need inside her.

He jerked out of her, came up on his knees and hauled her to him, pressing her naked chebs against his chest as he looked into her eyes. “Beg me stop now, and I may. I can yet let you go, wench.”

“Beg? Very well.” She leaned forward, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders as she whispered, “Please, McKeran, give me more of your cock. Ravish me time and again. Use me however you wish.”

His expression darkened. “Never jest with me on such, lass.”

“I dinnae, McKeran.” She let her smile slip away. “I’ve been empty for too long, and sick of myself, and wanting only somewhere to lay my head. Take me as your lover, please.”

Una didn’t resist as he stood and lifted her on her knees, tangling his hand in her hair as he brought her mouth to his gleaming cock. He meant to frighten her, she knew, but this never could. In their time she had always preferred sucking a man, for such a thing meant she wouldn’t swell with a bairn. Over time she had grown adept at such but she also took much pleasure in the act. Taking him in her hands, she engulfed his cockhead with her lips and tugged him inside her mouth, beginning the slow, gliding strokes that would please him most while she locked her gaze with his.

“You dinnae shy from taking a man thus,” Kelso murmured, guiding the rhythm of her efforts with his hand in her hair. He even pulled off her cap and gathered her tresses back from her face. “You must suckle cock every night to possess such skill. Aye, take more, wench. Greedy wee thing. Gods, but your lips look so good on me.”

Most men choked her at the end of such loving, so eager were they to take their pleasure, but Una didn’t care. She wanted his seed to flood her mouth; she needed him to take from her what no other wench could or would give him. If that cost her a few coughs then she would gladly choke for him. Then Kelso pulled her up and put her on her back again, plowing into her with one mighty thrust.

“I shall come into your bed chamber after my duty ends,” he said, grunting as he pumped in and out of her clenching quim. At the same time he pushed his thumb between her lips. “Whether you wake or sleep, I shall climb atop you and do as I wish with you. You shall take me wherever I wish to fack you.”

She couldn’t speak as she sucked on his thumb, so she made a low humming sound of agreement.

“You shall never resist me,” Kelso told her, gripping her breast and lowering his head to suck at her peak. As she shook under him, he looked at her and released her reddened nipple to say, “If I desire you twelve times a night, you shall spread your thighs twelve times for me. I shall be as your husband. You shall never take another man while I bed you.”