Duty of the Chieftain - a Highland 'Lord's Right of the First Night' novella (Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions #3) (12 page)

The Chief
finally let go his grasp of her loins and leaned forward to brace his hands either side of her.  He began rocking very gently, hardly an inch at a time, until he was occupying to capacity.  The pillow underneath her seemed to deepen his reach until she felt his sac come against her bottom, and she came to crave the feel of that as he touched her deepest places.

He
next took hold of the bedhead with one hand and put the other back lightly on her breast.  Elinor arched her back, pushing it right at him, for she never wanted to lose his touch there ever again.  And while she thought of that part of herself, the other part was being filled to the limit in competition for her attention.

"
…My hand on her tit brings her focus there and lets the cock do its work unresisted.  I would never put a finger to her bud at this stage, and I try to keep from nudging it when I'm full in.  A bride needs conditioned from the first into blissing from a cock alone, else she will employ her own finger in the hours of sunlight and deny her husband at night."

She clung to his cheeks, feeling the hard muscles tense one second and
relax along with her the next as he began moving within her.  The rhythm then changed.  He began to tweak at her nipples only sometimes, and stopped moving while he did it, so she came to crave the glory of the empty moments because it was then that he filled her full beyond bearing.

"It must be gently done
with a virgin, for her castle is unacquaint with such intrusion and will still be stinging from the breach.  It is more of a rocking motion than a thrust that I employ."

  He
kept feeding her his length and with each move the pleasures grew.  The separate sensations at her breast and her nether place fused together with all her body in a trembling that increased as the rhythm sped up.

"…
And here it begins," the Chief said rather seriously, narrowing his eyes.  "I now take my hand off her tit to divert her fullest attention to the cock inside her."

He took the
bedhead in both hands, and kept watch over Elinor's closed eyes and open mouth.  And he stretched back a little, continuing to stroke into her but denying her his total length.

"…Watch her hands
at work on my arse, for she'll demand the whole of me when she needs it."

Encouragement was not enough.  Demands be damned.  She
needed
him closer, all of him as deep as she could pull him into herself.  She took fresh hold of him and dug her fingers into his flesh, straining her hips off the pillow to meet him.  And the Chief seemed to know what she had to have, and rocked deeper into her.

"…Aye, aye, here it comes! 
I now take full control.  Ye'll hear from the bride if I time this exactly..."

T
he pleasure built in waves synchronized to each stroke.  He was far more insistent and moved faster in and out, conquering her into addiction to his mastery.  Her hands fell away to clutch at the bedsheet.  He knew where she must go now, and how to take her there.  She'd been anxious that he'd withhold his moving and here he was moving all the harder as if nothing would stop him.

Every slap of his sac against her was another step on the path
.  Her body left her own control and gave itself up to the delightful assault.  One moment it was loose and tingling and the next it began to tighten up in a most frightening manner.  She did not know what the peak was until her body began to seize hard and she squealed, her insides cramping to keep her in the bliss there.

"…god's
… teeth… she is the tightest… in her clenchings… I have known!" he exclaimed, finding it required much extra effort to move his cock now, yet keeping up the rhythm through her bliss even as her squealings began to fade into loud exhalations of every breath.

Only when she opened her eyes in amazement
did he slow his pace, just to talk to her.

"
Ye've come back to us now, have ye, Elinor?"

He
stroked a long one, this time a full shocking thrust.

"
…And how do ye feel, sample bride?"

Again
he gave her a fast thrust from near out to beyond full in and watched it jolt her up the bed.

Elinor could
think of nothing sensible to say, for words were none so important as the feelings stirring again inside her.

She clutched
at his hair, and her eyes were hungry.  "
…More…"

"Nay, nay
!  I stay in ye only because this would be yer husband's time to spend, and he would be moving a whole lot harder in his urges.  A bride must realise that, and obey his needs."

The Chief
gave her one more battering thrust of the kind she should expect, just by way of education, and then pushed at her hips to free himself.  He clambered off the bed and fetched a carved basin of warmed water from the fireside, and some cloths from the neatly folded stack beside it.  He paid no mind to his cock, though it pulsed yet and glistened.

Elinor lay quiet as the Chief
replaced the pillow under her bottom with a cloth.  He washed her as gently as he'd taken her at first, and her skin tingled as he worked in all the places his hands and manhood had been.

"
Take note, Ishbel, that I have spoken no words while I washed her parts and everywhere I have touched.  I just smile at her, as if we share a secret, and hush her if she speaks. And then I would kiss her for the last, and call for Ginny to come in and dress her and tidy her up for sending home."

"And yerself, milord?" said Hessa.  "Do ye dress yerself at the same time?"

"Nay, I stay bared until both have left the chamber.  The sight of the Chief in his regalia so soon after the breach would embarrass her something hellish.  I just lay on the bed while she is being dressed and tell her again how bonnie she is, and wish her well and suchlike."

Hessa peered at Ishbel's list, checking the phrasing of the final question.  "And what about your lustful condition, milord?  Does it usually recede during the time of the washing and dressing, or do you leave it upstanding?"

The Chief's cock showed no sign of receding at all, she saw.  It had regained its full color after being blanched a little by the unusual tightness of the sample bride's channel, and had stayed upstanding ever since.  

"A fair
question, Hessa.  Too many factors dictate the outcome of that to give ye any standard answer.  What matters is that the lassies never bother either way, for a bride is by then consumed with thoughts of what awaits her at home with her new husband.  My duty is done, and my cock my own business."

He slapped his thigh.  "
And there ye have it, ladies.  This bride has been full readied for her husband in the way of the customary Lord's Right, with many MacKrannan additions, and yer own ideas now incorporated."

And before the Wisewomen could speak, the Chief said,
"…Agatha, a helping hand, if ye please."

He
dropped his legs over the far side of the bed, and sat with his back to Elinor and the Wisewomen.  Lady Agatha's cheeks bloomed a little as she arose and walked swiftly around the bedposts to kneel in front of him.  Seeing the Lady Agatha's position, Beatrix thoughtfully delivered a little basket of kerchiefs for which she was most courteously thanked before being abruptly dismissed.

The Wisewomen did not know where to look, but kept looking anyway, just in case this needed recorded.

Elinor's only recourse was to pretend she wasn't there, and she lay shimmering in the last throes of her bliss and intimate washing while the featherbed began jerking around her.

She could not think how Lady Agatha could bear to do such a thing in front of others.  This had nothing to do with the Bride's Right
, which had officially ended.  The Chief was merely using his wife to provide him with ease as an afterthought.

Mercy, could they not go to their own chamber?
  Elinor's whole body was now being jostled around on the bed, and her humiliation knew no bounds.

The Chief spoke throughout the time
his wife took in her manual ministrations.

"
…A pity to waste… more of yer input… since ye are here…  Aye, that way and harder…"

The women heard his breathing
grow increasingly laboured.

"…My
goodly wife… hard as ye can manage, my dear… AYE, like that…  and a tremendous help ye were… Agatha with the rousing…
AYE!"

All in the chamber saw
the Chief's back stiffen and heard his teeth click shut, and a gutteral gnashing escape his throat as Lady Agatha reached for a kerchief with one hand and pumped all the harder with the other.  And in the calm of the aftermath, when the Chief's shoulders had slumped forward and then straightened back to normal, they also heard an exchange they were perhaps not supposed to, it being muttered so low.

"
…Little wonder that our Ranald spent in her, him being exhausted and no' at his best.  I had a hell of a job myself to keep from spending when she blissed."

"
There's both of ye have now said of her tightness."

"
And his control as fine already as mine will ever be!  I will bid him do the duty of the First Night more often, for the practise."

And then the rustle of Lady Agatha's
robes as she stood, and some kerchiefs discarded, and the tilted heads of kissing in between the naked Chief's growling words of love to his much-appreciated wife.

The Wisewomen again sighed like a choir
.

Elinor did not join them. 
She felt quite the harlot to even be present in the chamber during this tawdry ending, let alone right next to it on the bed.  The Bride's Right had been a beautiful ritual made of purity and learning and bliss, and then suddenly this vulgar act!  What she had shared with the Chief was special.  She'd hold onto that.

Hessa the Grandam's cottage was so
hectic that she'd started an appointment system.  The Chief ignored such impudence and strode in during the Wisewomen's evaluation of his own performance.

Ranald was fair glad to see his father, for the indicators were marked so high out of ten that his own failings with Elinor were becoming more apparent by the minute
.  Even worse, Elinor was there discussing the Chief's deflowering program test phase like a professional and comparing the detail with his own real activity.

"We were just
talking about the oil, Sir Thommas," said Elinor.  "Hessa says that the full body oiling seemed to take much extra time to remove when you washed me.  I have no comparison with that, of course, not having being washed by Ranald."

Ranald had no' even got
ten as far as the washing.  Elinor had been out the door the minute he'd spent in her... aye, spent, to his shame, yet his father had withdrawn after the bride had blissed. 
Blissed,
b'god.  He had no' even given her that.  Several times damned.

"I wouldna worry yersel
ves," said the Chief.  "Times I will take longer at the washing than I take for the breach and bliss anyway.  It's the winding down time, and making sure the bride is recovered from her ordeal and ready for her husband..."

H
e turned to Elinor and asked, "And how is our sample bride this fine day?"

Elinor did not even blush
, for her expression was one of contentment after an exceptionally sound sleep.  Although still a little piqued at what Thommas had done at the end, the memories of the bliss which had taken over her body had been more than enough to ensure her dreams were pleasant.

"I am well, Sir Thommas.  Very well indeed
."

"Good.  Right, I believe the Wisewomen have questions on the finer points.  Fire away."

Ranald, by a simple process of elimination, had deduced long before the event that it must be his father who would test the Bride's Right with Elinor.  What Ranald had not foreseen was the swamp of jealousy he now felt at the easy way Elinor looked at his father, as if there was some secret between them.