The Scottish Princess

Reunited

When we woke up the next morning, Graham’s arms were still firmly wrapped around my waist, I could hear his gently snoring in my ear and the smell of breakfast wafted in from the fire. My mouth started to water and my stomach began to rumble, the sound was loud enough to wake Graham up. “Are you hungry prìseil?” I carefully turned towards his chest, I didn’t want to disturb his injured arm. 

“Just a tad, but I really want to redress your wound first, it looks like you have soaked through the bandage.” He looked over at his arm through squinted eyes, “I’m fine lass, let’s get cleaned up and eat something. We will need to continue our journey home as soon as we’re finished.” 

“We are not going anywhere until I look at your arm.” His eyes shot open at my demand. A wicked smile spread across his lips and there was a glimmer sparkling in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, did you just assert your dominance? You know I’m the only one that is allowed to do that.” He quickly shifted his body weight so he was on top of me, I knew that I was strong but he was much stronger. I tried to thrash underneath him, hoping that he would let up, it was no use, I was pinned to the ground. 

“I will let you look at my arm, but when I say so. Now stop moving.” There was a warning in his voice so I stopped immediately. “Much better, now lift up your skirts, we will have to make this fast.” Graham still had his devilish smile as he swung his legs off of me. I lifted my skirts and he shifted down between my legs. He took a deep inhale before he nipped at my swell spot. I jumped at the surprise. He looked up at me, “You will not release, do you understand?” I batted my lashes at him. 

“Yes, my lord.” He blew air on top of my center, making me squirm, it almost tickled. He used his thumb and pointer finger to spread my lips before digging in. He sucked and nipped at me, making my body release more fluid. He began licking the entirety of me, starting from the bottom and swiping up to the top, lingering on my bean. It was overwhelming how slow he was going, I felt every second of ecstasy that he was providing. I tilted my head back as he increased his speed and made my body clench. 

“Do not release lass. Things will get much worse for you.” He returned to my center, with his hands still gripped firmly on my wrists. The ache in my belly was unbearable, as much as I wanted his tongue to continue, I still had something else in mind. He release my wrists and hooked his forearms under my hips and pulled me down closer to his lips. I could feel how wet I was and how much my body was responding to his twists and turns. 

I tilted my head back as all my nerve endings exploded. My body was clenched so much that the muscles in my legs began to cramp. I wanted to let go so badly, but I tried my best to obey. I knew that my next punishment would most likely involve rope and a belt.

 He started to moan as he ate at me, he made it sound like I was the most delectable thing that he had ever tasted, it only spurred me on more. I was about to start begging for him to let me finish when I heard him.

 “On the count of three. One...two...three.” I let go, my body was flexing as it emptied itself. I looked down at Graham as he continued to lap up my juices. I coated his face and it dripped down his chin, it looked like he had just taken a big bite out of a juicy peach. My body kept convulsing as I came down from my high. It was like seeing the light after the blackest of nights. I felt warm and then cold again. My body was returning to reality. The warmth returned to my cheeks when I noticed the mess that I had created. 

Graham sat up on his knees and looked down at me. “Now that’s a good lass.” He took his palm and cleaned off his chin. He was one of the only men in his guard that didn’t have a beard, I guess it’s a good thing, it’s easier for the clean up. “I bet you’re starving now prìseil. Come on let’s get you some food.” 

Graham stood up and reached down for my hands. He pulled me to my feet and I straightened myself before heading out into the sunlight. I knew my hair was all over the place from the friction on the blanket that was underneath my head. I tried desperately to wrap it up as we reached the circle. All eyes were on us, I knew that they could tell that I was flustered. They all just smirked at me as I sat on a nearby log.

“Enough. Now go finishing packing. Madam and I would like to eat breakfast in peace.” Without another word, the men scattered and finished strapping down the bags and supplies to our horses. 

Graham and I ate in comfortable silence, my mind was still swirling. I had never felt like that before, he was showing me a whole new euphoria that I wasn’t aware of. I knew that it was something that I craved now, it was a mind altering change, one that I knew that I never wanted to give up. 

Once we were finished with breakfast, I turned to Graham. “Now may I take a look at your arm my lord?” He smiled at my obedience. He squared off on the log and pushed his arm closer to me. I looked up at him with caution in my eyes, I didn’t want to hurt him, I tried to be as soft as possible. He took a deep inhale as I began to unravel the soaked fabric, I knew that he would need some stitches, I would need my knitting bag. I turned to look at the men bustling about. “Dugan!” I called to him as he was strapping Fergus’s saddle around his stomach. He turned to me at attention.

“Yes my lady.” He had worry in his eyes once he registered the urgency.

“I need something from my trunk. There is a small red, velvet bag near the top of the trunk. Grab that and bring it to me straight away.” Without saying a word, he gave me a tight nod and went off towards the wagons. I continued to unwrap Graham’s arm, he would occasionally wince as I worked closer to his skin.

 “I know my lord, I know it hurts but I need to see it.” Then I realized that I would need some sterilizer. “Angus!” Angus stepped out from behind a nearby horse. “I need some alcohol. Vodka is preferred.” Angus disappeared momentarily and came running over with a large jug of clear liquid. 

“Here you are my lady.” I smiled up at him before pushing the cork out of the top with a pop. 

“Thank you Angus.” Moments later, Dugan came over with my knitting bag and placed it next to me on the log. “Now I need some clean cloth, make sure it’s sizable please.” Dugan jogged over to the awaiting supplies as Angus stood nearby in case I needed something else. I looked over at Graham, he would probably want to have a little buzz for this. 

“My lord, I will need you to take a generous swig of Vodka, this will hurt, it will dull the pain a bit.” He looked at me sternly. 

“I’m sure I’ll be fine lass.” I shrugged my shoulders, suit yourself. “If you say so, now here we go.” I tossed the bloody bandage off to the side and started rummaging through my bag. I found a needle, thread, some small scissors and scrap fabric. I laid the small square of fabric on the log and lined up the other implements in the order of which I would need them. I picked up the needle and handed it to Angus. “Pour some vodka over this.” Angus picked up the jug and poured a little over my fingers. I flicked my wrist to shake off the access before setting it back down on the cloth. I reached out for the jug, Angus handed it over without hesitation. Dugan returned with the cloth. “Hang onto that Dugan, I will need it in just a few minutes.” I turned my attention back to Graham’s wound, I could feel three sets of eyes watching me curiously. What they didn’t know was that I have had to stitch up my two brothers my whole life. I looked over at Graham, “This is going to hurt, are you sure you don’t want a gulp?” Graham’s muscles constricted for a moment before releasing the tension, he was trying to prepare himself. I gently poured the clear liquid over his severe cut and he screamed in pain. I looked over at Angus and Dugan. “Restrain him please.” They both rushed over and held on tight as I continued to pour the vodka on the wound. Graham was almost convulsing from the pain. If Graham wouldn’t drink, I knew that it was only a matter of time before he passed out from the pain, I knew that I had to work quickly.

I reached down for the needle and threaded it, I grabbed the small scissors and cut off a large string. I tied it tight and turned to sew up the gash. Graham began to wiggle as the needle passed through his skin. He screamed out once more, I had to yell louder than him just so he could hear me. “My lord, you must stay still. I know that this hurts, but I need you to keep still. I felt Graham tense and steady himself at my instruction. I glanced up to see that his jaw had locked in place. 

Once he was stable, I made quick work of my stitches, it was incredibly satisfying to see the loose skin come together as I worked. Soon enough I was all the way across the gash. I grabbed for the scissors and cut close after the knot. Once I was done, I ripped off a small chunk of fabric that Dugan had brought and soaked it with vodka. I poured a little on the cloth and used it to finish cleaning Graham’s arm. He didn’t react as much to this round of sterilization. I pressed it lightly on his skin until the area smelled of alcohol. I reached for the last of the fabric and began wrapping Graham’s arm. Once I was finished I lightly tied the outside so it would stay in place. I leaned back with my arms up in front of my chest to signal that I was finally finished. Angus and Dugan slowly stepped away and Graham’s body slumped forward, they were quick to catch him before his body hit the ground. I was expecting him to pass out, but not after I was finished. I heard Angus cuss under his breath as Graham’s limp body hit his shoulder. I stood up and looked at the two of them. 

“This is completely normal, he will be just fine when he wakes. I suggest that my lord and I sit in the back of the wagon. We can still keep on with our journey, and when he wakes, I will be right there. I am afraid that we will be sitting ducks while we wait for his to arise. Now carry him over to the wagon, I will be along in a moment.” They both nodded their heads and started to carry Graham towards the throng of men on the edge of the trees. I quickly gathered my supplies and threw then back into my bag. I flung the satchel over my shoulder and bent down to grab the jug of vodka from the ground. 

By the time I made it back over to the men, they were all mounted and secured. Dugan was one of the last to mount his horse. He extended his hand and helped me up into the back. Graham looked oddly comfortable already. I settled in next to him as Dugan slapped the back of the wagon to signal Angus and Fergus that we were secured. I knew that Graham would be in for a rude awakening when his brain finally decided to turn back on. For now, I wanted to enjoy the journey, the scenery was just gorgeous. We tried to stay out of sight in case another ambush was waiting for us. Before I knew it, it was the middle of the day, we were almost half way home. I knew that we had at least another day and a half. Once we made it to Loch Ness, we would only have about a days worth to go, I was hoping that Graham would wake soon. I snuggled in close to his chest, I could hear his strong heart beat and shallowed breathing, it was calming to listen to as I let sleep take me.

I felt Graham stir underneath me, I sat up and examine his face. It started to contort from the memories that played through his head. I knew that my face would be the first that he wanted to see. I leaned over just enough so his eyes would find mine quickly. His lids fluttered a bit before his gorgeous blue gray eyes were revealed. He softened immediately when he took me in. He tried to sit up, so I quickly and gently pushed him back down.

 “Oh no you don’t. Everything is fine, you’ve been out for a couple hours. We are in the back of the wagon, you passed out after I stitched up your arm. We have been traveling for most of the day. We will be stopping soon to make camp for the night. Now hush and lay back down, you need rest.” Now I was the one with the stern look in my eyes, he knew not to f**k with me on this. He complied and laid back down. He raised his arm and winked at me, I laid down and rested my head on his chest. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, I’m sorry that I scared you yesterday.” I tilted my head up and rested my chin on his chest and looked up into his eyes. 

“That’s how this works, I take care of you and you take care of me. Now, are you going to tell me what happened last night?” I knew that he didn’t need to include me on any of that information, women weren’t normally privy to the clan’s actions. 

“I will tell you, just not now. I feel like I need to rest a bit longer. I’ll tell you before bed.” He leaned forward and kissed my nose. “Hush now, let’s just enjoy the silence.” I nodded my head and rested it back down on his chest. 

The sun was just beginning to set when we finally stopped to camp for the night. I offered to cook for the men, if they provided the meat. They scattered into the trees and about an hour later, they had provided me with a large buck and several rabbits and squirrels, we were going to eat well tonight. I started with the smaller animals as the boys started working on the deer. They were able to salvage his pelts and antlers, they would work well for other resources. I was thankful to be surrounded by the MacKenzie men, if they were anything like the rest of the clan, I knew that I would be just fine. 

Once the rest of them were settled, I grabbed myself a plate. I walked over and sat next to Graham as he devoured his supper. “Thank you lass, it is delicious. The kitchen back home could use your expertise.” I smiled like a goon at his compliment, although, I would hate to step on any toes, maybe not at first anyway.  

We all sat around the fire, goofing off and singing. It was nice to laugh and be myself, I can’t remember the last time that I was allowed to let loose. I knew in that moment, that leaving like we did was the best decision that I could have made. I knew that I was heading off to a place that I truly belonged. 

When the fire started to dwindle, the circle became more and more scarce. Soon enough, it was just Angus, Dugan, Graham and I. The men were fading fast, I on the other hand had lots of energy left, so when Graham suggested we turn in, I fought back a bit. All it took was one stern look and I knew that it wasn’t up for discussion.  

I knew that I needed to release some energy but I knew that Graham didn’t have a lot left from today. I guess that means that it’s my turn to taste him. Once I saw his eyes close, I quietly sat up and positioned myself down by his waist. I softly lifted his kilt as I heard a light snore escape his lips, I guess I was going to surprise him. Thanks to his relaxed state, he was already standing at attention. I wrapped my lips around him and started to slowly lick up and down his shaft, it wasn’t enough sensation to make him stir just yet. I sucked in my cheeks and decided to just enjoy myself, there was something about pleasing my lord that made me hot and heavy. 

I took my time licking and sucking, I kept my motions fluid and constant. I could hear the change from snoring to moaning, he was coming to realize what I was doing. His hand subconsciously worked its way up to my bun, he grabbed tight and started making my head bob up and down. He pushed in deeper with each motion. Soon enough, I could feel his tip in the back of my throat, I took a deep breath and widened my throat so I could take every inch. 

“Put your hands on my stomach lass, don’t move them.” I felt goosebumps under my finger tips as I slide my fingers up his body, I placed my hands side by side on top of his abs. I felt my mouth moisten from all of my saliva pooling inside my inner lip, it began to spill out as he continued to force my head down. I closed my eyes and let him enjoy himself. I could feel his c**k flex and pulsate as he prepared to coat the back of my throat. He started to cuss under his breath and his abs tightened under my hands. Moments later, I felt his hot, salty liquid slide down my throat I changed the pressure of my lips as he unloaded into my mouth, I didn’t want to lose a single drop. His grip tightened in my curls, holding me still as his c**k flexed in my throat. I could feel my spit sliding down my chin and landing on my cleavage. I could feel my center moisten as I my thoughts wandered to all the possibilities. 

Once he was finished I wanted to try out a theory of mine. I slowly pulled back, watching his c**k flick as my lips released him. Quickly, I repositioned myself on his abs and lifted my skirt. My ass was just in front of c**k as I sat down, I could slip onto him in seconds. His eyes opened wide and looked directly into mine. “Don’t even think about it lass, this is not the time nor place for me to take you. It’s extremely tempting, but I will not take your virtue with my men in ear shot, your sounds of passion are sacred to me.” I gave him my best pouting lip, but he wasn’t budging on this. “If you want me to make you c*m, I have other ways of doing so. Lay on your back.” Before I could respond, I was pressed to the cold ground, with Graham’s body weight keeping me still. My senses started to tingle from anticipation.

Without breaking eye contact, he unlaced the top of my corset. My breasts toppled out into his awaiting hands. He nuzzled into my neck and hooked his foot in between mine, spreading my legs further apart. His hand was on my honey pot instantly. My breath hitched at the contact. “I want you to be a quiet as possible, your moans are for me and no one else. Now, I’m going to make you c*m quickly and I will not let up until I am satisfied.”

 Within seconds, his fingers were hooked inside of me and I could feel my walls clench around him. “My, my, my, you were ready for me.” His fingers slid in and out with ease, with the rate his fingers were moving, I could feel the wetness on the inside of my thighs. His face didn’t not break contact with my neck, it’s like he wanted to limit some senses and heightened the others. He wanted to hear me and feel me more than watch me. I surrendered to the sensation and orgasmed on loop. There was no beginning and no ending, it was constant. Once my body tightened, it would not loosen. Graham gripped me tighter and tighter the higher I got. I could feel his hard c**k pressed to the outside of my thigh, even though I was getting my sweet release, I secretly wanted to replace his fingers with his c**k. It drove me crazy knowing that that wasn’t going to happen for another couple weeks. 

I had lost count on the amount of tidal waves that took me, if I had to guess, it was close to 10 now. Graham never let up for one minute, he was enjoying watching me squirm from his touch. I was reaching my breaking point, my muscles were sore, my neck was stiff and my body began to quake. I was getting emotional, as much as I wanted him to continue, my brain couldn’t take it any longer. “Please stop, I’m done. I’m done.” I heard Graham chuckle against my neck. 

“One more lass, just one more time. I know that you have at least one left.” I shut my eyes tight and let the last orgasm rip through me, I gave him everything that I had. I let everything go, every ounce of energy, every drop of juice, my mind went black as I felt him bite down on my neck, making me shriek. It only intensified my climax, my body shuddered as I felt his fingers slip out of me. I felt the familiar gush of the aftermath. I was panting and clutching at my chest. Graham leaned over and kissed my nose, making me giggle. “You are such a Bonnie lass, I’m so proud of you. Now, I give you permission to clean yourself up. I will leave for a few minutes and when I return, I want you to be asleep. He kissed curls before standing and walking out into the cold, fall air. 

Once Graham was gone, I reached for the jug of water in the corner and some spare cloth. I lightly poured the water on the fibers and began to clean myself. The cold water felt incredible on my burning skin. I could feel the warmth from my peaks and valleys radiating through the top layer of my skin. Once I was clean enough, I grabbed another wet square and placed it on my forehead. I tried to calm my brain and cool my body temperature before my Lord returned. I heard his footsteps returning, so I quickly threw the blankets over my body and shut my eyes. I knew that he wouldn’t believe that I was actually sleeping, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. 

Graham entered the tent quietly. I felt his arms scoop under me and he pulled me to his chest, my nose was touching his sternum. I could smell the whiskey through his pores, I knew that he wasn’t drunk, he must have just needed a shot to settle his nerves. He pressed  his lips to my forehead and exhaled. I felt my muscles relax in his arms, I felt surrounded and comfortable. I felt safe and wanted, and most of all, I felt happy.