****
Later, that day she was sitting behind her
desk typing into her laptop as quickly as her nimble fingers could
go. The story was unfolding before her eyes. The Hero, Colin, was a
massive Highlander, defending his land against those who wanted to
take his title and his fiancée. He was accused of impregnating a
neighbor’s daughter, and he was now embroiled in an all-out war to
save his land and his bride.
The words seemed to form on paper right
before her eyes, and she knew that she had found her muse. It was
incredible to finally feel a story come free and flow quickly. She
had done an amazing amount of research before coming to Scotland
and about Campbell's manor, and with her current house workers and
a delicious Highlander giving her inspiration for dialect and
accent she was set. However, truth be told, Missus King had said to
her that she was the one with an accent, which they had a good
laugh over dinner this evening.
She sat at the table with the couple and ate
a robust meal of Scottish Beef Fillet with Wild Mushroom &
Tarragon Mash and Broken Biscuit Cake for dessert. It was a
delicious meal that contained many laughs.
They discussed the idea of her going to a
close-by pub, so she could ask more locals about the history to her
home, which, brought up her next question before the couple went to
bed.
“Do you know who this property belonged to
before the Campbell’s purchased the land?”
The couple looked at each other and slowly
shook their heads. And then Missus King replied, “The land bordered
the MacLaren keep. ‘Twas always used as a summer retreat fer the
Campbell family. The story was told tha’ the Viscount an' the
countess wanted the match from ‘er cradle. Their son, Gregory, was
set tae marry an Irish lass whom he lo’ed since they were both
small. So the match ‘twas set in stone. Howbeit, they were vera
worried abou’ Addie and Conall. He was no’ happy abou’ marryin’
her, until she came of age.”
Addie processed their knowledge and decided
that she was going to ask Conall this evening what he knew about
the land's property.
Addie finished her dinner and bid the couple
good night. As she walked the stairs and the hallway to her room,
she opened the door and decided to get a nap in before she met with
Conall at midnight. She had a lot of questions. She just hoped she
could remember them if he kissed her.
****
Midnight came, and Conall found his Addie
standing by the window with her back turned to him.
“Sweetin’, are ye all right?”
Addie turned from the window and smiled at
him. It was a smile of pure happiness to see him. His heart tumbled
within his breast at the sight of her perfect teeth. Whatever deity
allowed him to see his angeal again, was a wise one indeed.
He walked over to her and clasped her arms
and brought her into his embrace. He kissed her lips slowly, and
with purpose.
“Conall…” he silenced her with his mouth.
He wanted her desperately, and he only had an
hour in which to make love to her. He knew her vow to stay pure for
her husband, but he was to be that man. He did not know how. He did
not know when, but he would be her husband.
He kissed her along her throat and her breast
line. She was indeed a tempting gel that set his loins to fire.
Her hands pressed into his scalp, and he
heard her hiss in pleasure.
Conall would not stop for he wanted her naked
and writhing under his touch. He may not be able to slip his turgid
cock inside of her slit, but he would find satisfaction in her
release.
He released the front buttons of her shirt
and saw her undergarment was a thin back laced brassier that showed
her stiffened nipples.
Growling in anticipation, he ripped the
garment from her body. Her hands tried to cover her nudity, but he
would not let her.
“I want tae see ye, Addie. I want tae see ye
naked an' wet beneath me,” he coerced.
Addie was shaking, but she nodded her head in
acceptance.
“Ken I willna’ take yer innocence. We are tae
sa'e tha’ honor fer yer weddin' night.”
Freeing her from her pants next, he had her
stark naked in the cool room. Taking off his plaid, he laid the
linen down on the floor and placed his sweet angeal on the
garment.
“Ye be perfect, gel.”
And with that said he came down upon her
naked body, fusing their mutual flesh together. He kissed her sweet
lips as she moaned against his mouth. He then placed his hands at
her waist and began to roam over her supple body. Her hips began to
buck beneath his, and he had to call on the self-control he learned
on the battle field to stay his cock from entering her wet
pussy.
He placed his finger tips to her breast to
pluck her nipples into a frenzied tune. She was crazed with hunger
for him. He could tell she was beyond any coherent thought, and
that was the moment he knew for certain that he could give her
pleasure, and he could bring her to her peak without satisfying
himself. He loved her too much to spoil this for her.
Her hands began to roam his own body as he
moved his lips to the tips of her breasts. They were completely
in-tune with one another thought and desires.
His mouth moved from her beckoning nipples
and began to nip his way to her lower waist just above her cunt. It
was stirring to think he would soon be tasting heaven.
He swirled his tongue around her belly
button, as she moaned his name repeatedly. He moved his lips to her
slit and opened her pussy to his penetrating gaze. Her head nearly
came up off the floor when he sucked her into his mouth and began
to lick her.
He may have been cursed for two-hundred years
and had not touched a woman since Addie, but it would appear the
same techniques are just as viable now as they were then. She was
panting and sweating under his touch. It made him want to see her
come at least a dozen times.
Inserting his finger into her wet and tight
pussy, he groaned at the tightening of his ballocks. She was ready
to cum for him.
“Ach, sweetin’, I need ye tae come fer me,”
he encouraged.
He then placed his lips back to her clitoris
and began to move his fingers quickly within her twat. She bucked
her hips in rhythm with his ministrations. She was moving so
quickly that he had to place her knees upon his shoulders and hold
his hand to her stomach to keep her from moving.
Doubling his efforts to bring her to her
orgasm, he felt the tremors begin in her knees and then moved up to
her pussy, which granted him the sweetest nectar he had ever
tasted. She convulsed repeatedly as he milked her until the tremors
stopped, and she was left a sweaty, exhausted mess.
“Thank ye, sweetin’, ye brin' me much
pleasure.”
Sighing and panting, she waited for him to
situate himself next to her, she then placed her head upon his
chest. He felt her heart beat in rhythm with his own.
She then looked up into his eyes and said, “I
wanted to speak with you tonight about the manor.”
However, she did not look too displeased with
his interruption. When she shifted her delectable little body, her
knee came into contact with his cock, and he hissed.
“Are you all right?” she asked in
concern.
“Aye, I be fine, gel. ‘Tis jest a bit tender
an’ sore from its stiffenin',” he explained.
She looked down his body and saw that his
erection was still stiff, and she blushed at the sight.
Laughing a little, he pulled her close and
said, “Donna’ worry. 'Twill subsides.
She cleared her throat and said, “I could try
to help ease your tension.”
Feeling his cock grow even more under her
words, he replied, “Ye, would help ease me?”
She licked her lips and said, “I think I
can.”
Chapter Seven
Feeling bold and not caring whether or not
she could or should be placing the head of his cock within her
mouth, her tongue came out and licked the pearly liquid that was
coming from within his penis. It was her first taste of sperm and
cock, and she had to say that she found it to be very much to her
liking.
He groaned above her and placed his fingers
within her hair.
“Sweetin’, donna’ tease me. Me be hurtin’
with need,” he pleaded.
Hearing his words fueled her own want and
need to-fy-taste his essence, so she pulled her lips over his
tip and slid her mouth down his cock and could not get more than
halfway down the shaft.
He was a huge man, and she wanted to please
him. Whether it was right or wrong to sleep with her deceased
family member’s fiancée went into the back of her mind as she made
love to her Highlander.
She knew what she was doing for she had
written about it in her novels, so she placed her hand upon his
cock and pumped her hand in tandem with her mouth. She rotated her
palm, as her cheeks sucked him in.
“Ach, ye be a clever, lass. Ye ken exactly
how tae brin' a man tae his knees,”
The words of encouragement brought her
satisfaction. She wanted to bring her man to his knees. So she
doubled her efforts into bringing him to orgasm.
“Ye be a wicked gel, an’ ye are makin’ me
come!”
He pumped into her mouth as his cum spilled
onto her tongue. It was an emotional experience that she was not
willing to reflect on.
When she finished, she crawled back up to his
shoulder and sighed her triumph.
“Ye be vera good at tha’, lass,” he said with
admiration.
“I have written books with sexual situations
in them, and I had to do research. I guess all my reading paid
off,” she laughed at the end.
“Aye, indeed, sweetin’,” he groaned.
“What is wrong, Conall?”
“I feel me hour comin' tae a close.”
“Oh,” was all she could say.
“Donna’ look sa sad, angeal. We will be
findin’ ou' how tae fixes this curse. I ken we will,” he said.
And suddenly Addie knew she wanted to help
him. So much so that she was willing to go back to the shop and
visit with the coven. Whether it was right or wrong, she wanted
Conall, and she wanted to solve her home's mystery.
Just as she was about to tell him about her
intentions he vanished under her head, and she felt cold and
alone.
She stood and put her clothes back on. She
felt a hand brush along her arm and then her cheek. Feeling
immediately better and set on her course, she left the room, but
before she did, she said, “Conall, please follow me to my room and
lay on the bed with me. I would very much like to have you with
me.”
Feeling him follow her down the stairs and
enter her room, she un-dressed and slipped between her sheets to
the feeling of a chill run up her spine. Feeling relaxed she fell
into a deep replete sleep.
****
The very next morning she got dressed
swiftly and ate a quick breakfast with the King couple. She
explained to them that she was going to go into the village to
receive inspiration for her new novel. It was a crisp clear morning
that brought an excitement to her body that she had never felt
before. Her feelings for Conall were confusing, but she knew one
thing for certain she wanted to help him, and the other souls
trapped within her home. And she knew the only way she was going to
do that was to speak with the coven.
Her walk became more brisk as she reached
the familiar smells and sounds. She walked around the corner in
which the tent still stood. She took a deep breath and walked into
the structure to find all the older women there and looking at her
expectantly.
“We ken ye’d be back, gel,” the lady
farthest to the right stated.
She had an eerie feeling they knew she was
coming this morning.
“I need your help. I know you said that I
was the key to lifting the curse. What do I need to do?”
“Ye needs tae embrace wha’ yer lon' dead
grandmother Campbell forsook. Ye needs tae learn the art o' the
coven. The man who put the curse o' the MacLaren still roams this
earth, but he is more demons then human flesh. We ‘ave tried tae
find 'im fer decades, bu' the dark arts ‘ave cloaked him with
darkness. Ye needs tae find him and send him tae Hell.”
Gulping she watched the women move as one to
bring her a massive book with mixing pot and other herbs and what
seemed to be spices.
“Ye will stay ‘ere with us and learn yer
birthright. ‘Twill take days tae prepare ye fer wha' is tae
come.”
Addie watched as the women set up their tools
in the middle of the large table. She suddenly felt a moment of
stupidity. Was this really real? And then she slapped herself
mentally. She had made love with a ghost last evening. This was not
a far-off idea from that.
So settling in, she listened to the women.
She read the sections during the day, then found that at almost ten
o’clock she was exhausted and called a halt. She had to see Conall
and tell him of their plans and what was to come.
As she walked back to the house, her mind was
in a whirl. She was indeed descended from witches and that her
ability to counter act McIntosh’s spell was her duty. It was what
she was born to do. The spells, castings, and potions she learned
this very day were overwhelming. Her head was pounding with what
seemed to be unreality. Her life as she knew it was over. She still
felt that something was missing, however. The puzzle was lacking a
connecting piece. She was the key, and Conall was cursed within the
walls for a very specific reason. An unplanned pregnancy conspiracy
was a good reason, but there had to another angle. And just as she
remembered to check her land for previous owners, she came to her
home and stepped inside. Noting the interior was dark, she assumed
the King couple had gone to bed.
Addie made the journey to the kitchen and
grabbed some simple bread, cheese, and a full glass of wine. Her
appetite had deserted her, when she recalled her day’s events and
the still lingering questions.