Ghis (closed)

“You’re not glad, Ciaran.” She said softly, reaching up to touch his keep gently. “Love, he’s my husband. I will be his queen, bear his children, and try to make his life a good one. Don’t you think that all of that would be made a bit easier if I shared some sort of affection with him?”

“I still love you though, Ciaran.” She nibbled on her bottom lip as she looked at the man that still held a claim on her heart. “I love you.”

She leaned forward then, pressing her lips against his gently. She sighed as they made contact and suddenly Julia’s world was turned back into the confusing whirlwind that it had been.
 
Ciaran couldn't protest at first, losing his pain a moment as he lost himself in her kiss, drawing her close in his embrace. But as they parted, he whispered, "I'm sorry... I don' mean t' make ya feel guilty. I can' believe I'm gettin' jealous... I knew from th' beginnin' that I can't keep ya t' myself, as much as I wish i could..."
 
Julia smiled softly at her lover as he apologized for making her feel guilty. She simply leaned in and kissed him again, sighing at the lovely moment that they shared together. As the kiss broke and she leaned against his strong chest, she gave him a shy smile.

“I still think about the beautiful moment we had together in your home.” She whispered softly. “And I wonder when we will share another moment like that…”
 
"Soon, I promise," he spoke ever so lovingly in her ear and kissed her once more. He couldn't help the passion creeping into his kiss. She had that effect on him. His hands rested on her hips, pulling them flush to his own. He then grinned mischievously, "Y'know... they've got plenty o' ale up there... No one'll be comin' down 'ere fer quite a while..." He knew there was a good chance she wouldn't go for it, but it was an idea.
 
She gasped as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling them against his own. She could feel the desire building within him and she blushed at the very thought of what he was suggesting. She nibbled on her lower lip before she gave him a shy smile.

“What you suggest is scandalous, my lord.” Julia said softly, already pulling her lover down for a passionate kiss, letting him know just what she thought about his little idea.
 
Ciaran smirked into the kiss, slowly leading Julia to the furthest part of the cellar, around a corner. He knew they couldn't take too long nor risk leaving too much evidence of their coupling, so he didn't bother removing her entire dress. His hands slowly lifted the folds of the dress to access the one piece of clothing truly in his way: the bottom of her undergarments. All the while, he kissed her like he always did, like it was their last moment on Earth. He pressed her back to the wall gently, finally sliding down the bottom piece of her undergarment.
 
Julia’s heart was hammering at the thought of being caught, but it seemed Ciaran had thought about that as he pulled her into a more secluded section and instantly raised the skirt of her gown to get at the undergarments beneath. She whimpered as he pushed them down towards her feet as her back was pressed against the rough wall behind her.

“How will we do this?” Julia whispered in her naïve way, completely unaware that sex could be done outside of a bedroom.
 
"Jus' leave it t'me," Ciaran assured her softly with an encouraging kiss. Seeing to it that the shed garment was entirely out of the way, Ciaran let his kilt fall away, unbuttoning his trousers. His shaft was already fully erect, straining for her. "Wrap yer arms 'round m'neck, love," he said softly, and once she did, he lifted her up, bringing her legs around his waist, and he lowered her slowly onto his throbbing erection. With a muted groan, he set her back to the wall once more, thrusting gently to begin with. It was certainly a new experience, passion tinged with great risk.
 
Julia melted in the kisses that Ciaran shared with her, moaning softly as he pulled his kilt free and unbuttoned his trousers, giving her a perfect view of the thick cock that had given her so much joy already. She did as he said and wrapped he around his neck, pulling herself close to his body as he lifted her like she weighed nothing at all.

“Oh!” She gasped as he wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly lowered her onto that throbbing shaft. “Oh, Ciaran…” She murmured, kissing him passionately as he pressed her back against the wall and began thrusting into her wet folds.
 
With a deep, subdued groan into her kiss, Ciaran raised the pace with urgency, holding her kiss determinedly. Soon, he was rocking her body with some amount of force, though he was still incredibly gentle with her. Even as strong as he was, though, he couldn't hold her up forever. At one point, he pulled from her body, and introduced her to an entirely new position that felt incredibly scandalous. He turned her round, lifting her dress once more, and mounted her from behind with his hands on her hips. He leaned over her, kissing hotly at her slender neck.
 
Julia clung to her lover, whimpering and sighing softly with each hurried thrust into her wet folds. She would never have imagined that sex with a man could be like this. It felt so dirty and delicious at the same time.

When he placed her feet back on the ground, she looked at her with concern. Were they done so soon? She was surprised as he turned her around, her hands pressed against the wall, as her dress was lifted over her hips. She gasped and moaned as she felt his hard cock pressing into her from behind, his large hands circling her hips and rutting against her lips a beast in heat.

“Oh, love…that’s it.” She moaned, as he leaned over her body, kissing her neck with a hot passion that matched her own.
 
"You feel so incredible, Julia..." He grunted softly in her ear. With such a pace, he felt his release building quickly, but his head was still clear enough to remember that they couldn't risk giving her his child. After several more thrusts, he pulled from her and with a beastly groan, his seed spilled to the dirt floor of the cellar. But he didn't leave her unsatisfied, his fingers taking the place of his shaft, now thrusting into her while the opposite hand massaged her clitwith just enough pressure to make it unbearable.
 
Julia groaned as she felt Ciaran pull out, the grunt of his release echoing off the stone walls. She was soon gasping in pleasure as he pressed his fingers against her clit while the opposite hand plunged into her clutching pussy, pressing until she came. She gasped, moaning as her wet folds clenched and contracted in pleasure.

“Oh, my love…” She murmured softly, turning her head and staring at him with those emerald green eyes that were hazy with pleasure.
 
Ciaran drew her into his arms once more, kissing her for all he was worth. It was an incredibly fast fifteen minutes, but it was amazing all the same. "I love you..." he whispered in her ear, half-drunken off her love. "More than I can ever tell you..."
 
She was panting as he whispered in her ear that he loved her. Julia smiled and kissed him senseless. She truly did love Ciaran, but there was part of her heart that she had to give to Brogan.

“And I love you too, Ciaran.” She whispered back, kissing him one last time before she moved to right her clothing. “Go back to the party. I will return shortly.”
 
"I'll see you there," Ciaran smiled, fixing his own clothing as he went. He knew it'd be better for them to leave separately so no one would think they were there together. And to cover for her when Brogan was looking for her, Ciaran reasoned that she'd been talking with one of the ladies in the kitchen, and Brogan thought nothing of it.
 
When Julia finally returned, she made sure to have the bottles of wine and spirits that she had promised to retrieve. She smiled as she saw Brogan and stopped a moment to kiss him gently.

“For you, dear husband.” She said with a grin, placing a bottle of his best brew in front of him. “It took me a while to find it, but find it I did.”
 
"Thank ya, love," Brogan kissed her in return, entirely unaware of anything that'd just transpired.

The celebration went on into early evening before everyone headed home and the Keep settled down for dinner. Boar and Brogan were in a conversation over long-past triumphs and glories in Inverness and around Scotland. Many of their stories consisted of times they took control in their father's place or just after Brogan became king.
 
Julia settled next to the fire as the party ended. Eating her simple snack of potatoes and slices of meat, she knitted in the warmth of the flames as Brogan and Boar reminisced about times gone by. It made her smile to listen to their laughter and the excited chatter passing between them. She liked it when Brogan opened up and expressed himself.

She lifted her eyes from her knitting, taking another bite of her meal as she searched for Emma. It seemed her sister-in-law was not game for sitting by the fire after the party had ended. The woman was strange, she thought to herself, glancing up as a servant came into the room with a goblet of heated wine for her.

“Thank you.” Julia said with a smile, taking the goblet and watching as the servant moved on their way. She was taken back by how they seemed to care for her without knowing the littlest fact about her. They gave her food and drink without thinking about it and when she brought the goblet to her lips, she knew how truly lucky she was.
 
That evening as everyone headed to bed, Boar walked with Emma to their room, and once the door was closed, he looked over at her, "Y'don' seem like ya like it much 'ere. An' what was with all th' fuss o'er Brogan gettin' married again?"
 
“It’s not our home, Boar.” Emma said simply as she undressed and readied herself for bed. “As heir to all of this, doesn’t it bother you that your brother married an English woman? I think he’s certainly lost his mind after losing his first wife.”

If she could plant the seed of doubt in hre husband’s mind, then perhaps it would be enough to see him over throw his brother. Then she could be the queen she thought she would be when she married into the Ghis family.

“Besides, you have a child on the way and you need to start thinking more about things like that! It’s the legacy you will leave them.” She commented, tossing her gown onto the bed before she started to pull on her night clothes.

Julia had finished her snack and accompanied her husband towards their room. "Are you having a good time with your brother, Brogan?" She asked, giving him a smile as she sat at her new vanity to brush out her long hair.
 
"Brogan can marry whoe'er 'e wants," Boar answered confidently. "An' 'e's 'appy with 'er too. Tha's all I want. An' what d'ya mean 'legacy'? Ain' I leavin' m'child somethin' t'be proud of already?"

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"I am," Brogan nodded as he took off his belts with far less difficulty than before. "Not so sure 'bout 'is wife, though. Somethin' tells me she was expectin' somethin' different."
 
Emma stopped what she was doing, standing nude in the middle of the room and turned towards her husband. Hands on her hips, she looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Boar, your legacy is a drafty old keep in the highlands with a lot of land not suitable for any kind of growth! How is it far that Brogan gets the lion share with his little English wife while we scrape by? It’s our child worth more than that?” She asked him, her blue eyes blazing with an inner passion.


“Perhaps it’s just because she’s with child. Some women change when a baby is on the way.” Julia commented, turning towards him with her long hair flowing around her shoulders. “Take her with a grain of salt.”

“Or she just might be jealous of my handsome husband.” She said with a little smile as she teased him with ease.

Standing from her vanity, she stood and wrapped her arms around his strong chest, paying special attention to his wounds as she squeezed him gently. “Whatever the case, I am happy that you’re mine.”
 
"Brogan won th' throne fair 'n' square when 'e killed our father, t' save th' people 'ere from 'im. I can' ask 'im t'share it. An' ya know our land's plenty suitable fer all we need. Jus' 'cause we don' 'ave extra don' mean we need it..." But her hold on him, the same hold she'd won him over with, was beginning to sway him.

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"An' I'm so glad yer mine... Only thing I can say is tha' I wish I'd met ya sooner." Brogan placed a loving kiss on her cheek. "So what were ya up to t'day when ya disappeared so long?" He asked curiously. "Ciaran told me ya got t' talkin' with one o' the ladies o' th' kitchen."
 
“Boar, we have nothing of value. Isn’t your child worth so much more?” She asked, slowly stalking towards him, her hips swinging seductively as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders. “Aren’t I worth so much more?”

Emma pulled him in for a passionate kiss, moaning at the taste of her husband’s lips. He was a handsome man, easily swayed, just the way she liked him…


Julia nibbled on her lower lip for a moment and thought of what to tell him. She couldn’t tell him that she’d been making love to Ciaran deep in the cellar. She had been talking to a kitchen maid…

“Yes, I wanted to get the ale that you liked and she pointed me in the right direction. I didn’t know that your cellars were so large though! I got lost twice trying to find what I needed.” She said, leaning forward to brush her lips against his chin.

She nibbled on the stubble on his flesh, her nose nuzzling against his cheek as she tried to distract him from what had happened that afternoon.
 
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