Page 45 of Highlander’s False Identity

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“Yer chamber awaits!” Beathan said proudly, as he carried Edme into the main upper bedchamber.

The room was large and grand, with a shining silver candelabra in the center and an ornate looking-glass facing them. Their reflection was the first thing that they saw when they stepped inside, giving Beathan a slight surprise. He almost had to pinch himself as he looked at the beautiful woman in his arms.

“Och, Beathan!” Edme said, looking about her, “this is braw!” But she quickly turned her attention back to him, kissing him softly as he lifted her down onto the bed.

Despite the emptiness in the castle, the room had been neatly made up, with everything in order. And the bed did not disappoint, its opulent silks beckoning them both to slide in between its crisp sheets.

“Well, it certainly beats sleeping on the floor!” Edme said with a wink. “Even if there are one or two spiders!” She gave him a second, enquiring kiss that lingered deliciously on his cheek. Beathan could feel himself heating up.

“Och, dinnae say yer scared of a few spiders, are ye, Edme, the fearless?” he teased. The scent of the girl was all around him, exciting his senses and urging him to draw closer.

“Ye’ll see just how fearless I am if ye keep that up!” Edme said, and before he could take a breath, she was kissing him fiercely. “The English might be here by tomorrow, but ye’ll soon discover they’re nae half as scary as me!”

“Och,” murmured Beathan, amazed at her advance. “I dinnae doubt it, lassie! But tomorrow is another day, an’ we need to grab what we’ve got now!”

Edme’s passion had built up from the kiss, and she began running her hands over his torso and shoulders. As her desire built, Beathan caught her sweet scent unfurling into the room.

Teasingly, she unbelted his plaid. Unable to hold back any longer, Beathan brought his face close and kissed her deeply, his passion rising.

“Edme!” Beathan murmured, noticing she was still dressed.

“Come here, ye wee minx!” he said, grabbing the loose shirt and pulling it off. “Ye get the rest off now!” he commanded, disposing of her léine. Then, he stopped, entranced by the sight of her bosoms pushing out from beneath her stays.

“I did say the boy look suits ye,” he teased her, “but now it’s time for ye to be a woman…,” his voice trailed off as he squeezed her ample bosom. Next, his hands ran down to her trews. He pulled them down with one hand, while the other lasciviously began stroking her soft mounds.

“I’m always a woman, Beathan,” said Edme, tilting her head back and moaning in delight. “…mmm…do that to me again,” she urged him.

Beathan needed no second invitation, immediately getting to work on her stays. Edme shivered in delight, as Beathan slowly unlaced them, electrified by the sight of her body. Then, he cupped his hands around her breasts, marveling at their alabaster luster.

Edme offered herself to him, standing still and allowing him to drink in her beauty.

Beathan feasted his eyes upon her naked body, running his fingers over her curves. “Ye shouldnae keep them so well hid!” he told her, caressing her breasts, and then moving his head down to suck them gently.

Edme smiled, bringing her hands to rest on his thighs, and then exploring the muscles that wrapped around to his backside.

Beathan felt himself harden immediately.

The heat from Edme’s gaze made him feel hotter still. In her eyes, he could see her passion and longing.

She stared at his naked body as she moved her fingers from his firm butt to his lower back. She then ran her hands back around to the front of him and cupped his balls in her hand, tugging gently on each one.

“Och,” groaned Beathan, as she teased him to submission. Now both of them were looking at his erect member, growing ever harder from her ministrations.

“Ye want to?” he whispered, staring into her sweet smiling eyes. Edme just nodded.

“Aye,” she said. “If ye do?”

It was a question that didn’t need answering. Beathan was already kissing her softly, in a shower of passion, his lips pressed against hers.

Feeling her temperature rise, Edme guided him in, and he filled her slowly.

He started gently and eventually worked up to a vigorous pace, thrusting harder as she moaned louder. The sight of this beautiful girl, in such a state of ecstasy, sent shivers through him.

“More,” she mouthed. Beathan could feel himself being overwhelmed. Never in his life had he come across a girl as sensual or as self-assured as Edme.

Shivers of ecstasy rippled through him. Edme placed her hands on his butt and squeezed it tight, sending an orgasmic rush right through him.