Ghis (closed)

“I’ve done nothing to you, love.” She said with a sigh as he kissed her neck once more, a smile crossing her features as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You simply fell in love. It doesn’t make you soft. In fact, I’ve never seen a man get so hard before.”

She smiled, giggling like a child as he bit her neck at her joke. “I love you, Brogan. With all my heart. Never forget that, love.”
 
"I won' ferget if you won' ferget 'ow I love you," Brogan growled softly like a big cat and his tongue caressed her throat just once. He was going to get her back, and soon.

The next morning, his chance came. Kitty was resting in bed a bit longer this morning by Valentina's advice, and Brogan and Julia alone sat at the upper table with a large tablecloth laid over as they ate breakfast. They were holding hands beneath the table as always, but Julia soon felt Brogan's fingers slip from hers and skim over her thigh. He pulled up the edge of her dress and his fingers came in contact with her bare leg, caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh while he kept a straight appearance as he ate breakfast.
 
Julia was near exhausted that morning. She had woken before dawn to tend to Seamus who had started crying for a clean diaper and food. The little infant had a cry that rivaled any grown man and he was not happy until all of his needs had been tended to. The other children she sent to breakfast on their own, the cook promising to give them something good to eat before she sent them out to play with the other children in the kitchen.

She had left Seamus with Valentina so that she herself could dress for breakfast. She had put on the dress that Brogan always seemed to like and as she sat beside him at the breakfast table, holding his hand and enjoying his company, she knew that she had made the right choice. She let out a little gasp as she felt his hand pull from hers, pulling her gown until her legs were bare and his fingers caressed her inner thigh.

“Brogan…” She whispered to him with a scolding look on his face as he seemed intent on not stopping. “Love, someone will see…”
 
Brogan flashed her a smirk only for a moment. With the long tablecloth in front and no one having any reason to walk behind them, he knew he was safe to get her back for the night before. He kept right on going, his fingers finding their way further inward til they were skimming over her blossom through the fabric of her undergarment. And he looked entirely composed and normal from what anyone else could see.
 
Julia gasped, shivering as his thick fingers pressed against her pussy over the fine fabric of her undergarments. She looked at him, her green eyes promising retribution for what he was about to do. She knew that behind the composed look was a man that would do whatever he pleased, whenever he wanted. She parted her thighs for him a little bit more, wondering if he would be so bold.
 
Indeed he was so bold as his hand slipped into her underclothes and began to slowly caress her folds, pressing inward bit by bit with each stroke of his fingers, almost painfully slow to tease as much as possible. The tips of his fingers soon found her budded clit and massaged slow, terribly torturous little circles around it.
 
Julia struggled so hard to keep herself under control in the crowded great hall. Her eyes were on her husbands, her lips parted as she trembled while his fingers found her clit and petted the little bud with small circles. She whimpered softly for him, the sound one of pure joy and need as her hands moved to grip the edge of the table in an impossibly tight hold.

“Can I get you anything else, my lord? My lady?” A servant asked as they appeared out of nowhere, Julia’s startled gaze moved towards her.

“A glass of water, please, Ina.” Julia said in a quick tone, her lips and mouth suddenly so dry that she would have drank the entire loch if possible.
 
"Nothin' fer me, love," Brogan nodded to Ina with a smile, not letting Julia free of his torture for even a moment. He returned to his meal while his fingers slipped lower and plunged painfully slow, into his wife's folds toward her core, pumping in and out slowly without moving the rest of his arm so as to not alert anyone to what he might be doing.
 
“Love…” Julia whimpered at the torture, trying so very hard to keep her features schooled as his fingers slipped lower into her wet and waiting folds.

He teased her slowly, his fingers filling her body almost as much as his cock did. She shook like a leaf, struggling to bring enough breath into her lungs to function without panting harshly. His huge palm cupped her pussy warmly, covering every piece of her.

“Kiss me, Brogan.” She whimpered softly, her head turning towards his as she offered her lips to him.
 
Brogan did kiss her, but not the kind of kiss she really wanted. Just another part of his awful plan for her. And as she was coming up to the edge of her climax, he pulled away, letting her deal with the pressure of wanting to release, but unable to without more stimulation. He finished his breakfast and sat back, giving her another secret smirk. He knew he was in trouble, but it was worth it.
 
Julia moaned softly in frustration as Brogan kissed her chastely, completely unlike the searing kisses that she’d come to expect from him. She wanted him to steal the very breath from her lungs, but he seemed intent on teasing her. It was also as she was about to crest that he pulled his hand away, leaving her hips bucking slightly, needing more.

She looked at him with a look of shock as he continued to finish his breakfast, sitting back and giving her a smirk. Two could play at this game, she thought to herself as she pushed herself back from the table and looked down at her husband as she stood.

“I think I will help Valentina with your mother, love.” She said softly, bending to give him a peck on the cheek before she made her way out of the great hall.
 
But Brogan followed and she heard him come up close behind her as they nearly passed their room. His hot breath ghosted across her ear as he caught her in his huge arms, "Are y'sure, darlin'?" He brought her back against his chest and she could feel he was about half-hard against her bottom. He nibbled the edge of her ear teasingly and let one hand massage her thigh slowly.
 
Julia whimpered as he kissed the back of her neck, his half hard cock pressing against her bottom through the layers of their clothing. Her husband wanted her so very much and she wanted him more than she could say. She melted against him as he massaged her thigh slowly, the hem of her gown rising in the very public hallway as he nibbled on her ear in the most sinful of ways.

“I want you to take me roughly, Brogan. To pull me into the nearest room and take me against the wall.” She whispered to him, her face blushing hotly at her little confession.
 
"Yer wish is my command, m'lady," Brogan growled darkly, and he drew her into their room beside them before pinning her tightly to the wall. He practically tore away her lower undergarment and unbuttoned the front of his trousers after abandoning his kilt. The huge man wasted no time in wrapping Julia up in his arms, guiding her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck as he lifted her up and plunged into her He practically snarled at how hot and wet and welcoming she was, and silenced himself by indulging in the searing kiss Julia had wanted so badly before.
 
Julia gasped as her strong husband pulled her into the nearest room with a dark growl, his strong hands pulling the undergarments from her body with a loud rip. She had never seen this side of him before and she had to admit that she liked it very much. Her dress was pulled up to her hips and his kilt was dropped to the floor. Soon, she was wrapped around his body as he sank deeply into her own.

“Bro…” She word was cut short as he kissed her with that searing passion that she so desperately wanted in the great hall. Her lips clung to his, her tongue fighting his as they each strove to control the situation.
 
He really took his revenge for the previous night now, racking her body with pleasure, though he was certain not to be too rough for the sake of the baby. His thrusts were quick and impossibly deep, searching for that one perfect spot that would have her screaming in release. He'd found it before, but it was difficult to reach. Neither would last long at this rate.
 
Julia clung to her husband, her heels pressing into his flexing bottom as if she were riding a fine stallion. She supposed in some strange way she was. Her husband was a beast, the best kind their was. He loved her completely and strove to please her even more completely.

She whimpered and moaned beneath his searing kiss, gasping as the head of his cock pressed against the spot within her body that he’d only found once before. She tightened around him, her eyes flying open in surprise. The more the head of his cock rubbed against it, each punishing stroke touch it, she knew she wouldn’t last long.

She came for him soon after that, her damp folds growing impossibly slick as she ripped her lips from her husband’s and buried her face against the crook of his throat, screaming her release against his skin to muffle the noise.
 
Silently with only a great release of breath, Brogan's own orgasm answered hers, filling her with his seed as he had so many times, but in a way that never got old. His hips kept pumping into her as he released, slowing down little by little until he fell still. His strong arms still supported her off the floor and did for nearly a minute more while they recovered. Rather than setting her on her feet, Brogan actually sank to the floor, his chest heaving against her body as his lungs made up for the lack of breath in their fast coupling. He wasn't entirely certain if he'd breathed at all that whole time.
 
Julia was still clinging to him, unsure that she could actually move as they both sank to the floor. She whimpered as Brogan started to breath again, his breath stirring the hairs at the nape of her neck. She moment they had just shared had been beautiful and soon she was pulling her face from his throat, looking him in the eyes before she started to laugh with abandon. Her eyes were shimmering with happy tears, her lips finding his in a sweet little kiss.

“I would have never thought that a woman would bring Brogan Ghis to his knees.” She said softly, as she pressed her forehead against his.
 
Brogan heard her but he wasn't able to really think for a moment, til a smile met his lips when her forehead touched his. "Neither would I..." He whispered, and then he released her hips from his hands and lifted them to her cheeks, kissing her with all he had. Neither knew how long it lasted, it seemed like forever, before Brogan pulled back and spoke again, "But I'm so glad it's you tha' did..."
 
Julia could feel his cock softening within her, his seed dripping down her thighs. She could do with another bath, but she knew that there was no time for that today. It made her feel incredibly naughty to know that she was marked with her husband’s seed.

“I would be happy to bring you to your knees any time you like, my lord.” She said with a cheeky smile, looking into her husband’s gaze with complete love and joy.
 
"Wicked," he muttered softly, laying his head against her shoulder with a chuckle. That seemed to be his favorite new word when thinking of her. "Perfect. But wicked as a witch..." he kissed her neck and let his body relax against hers slowly, though he didn't let much weight rest against her. He was still incredibly careful with her.
 
“Maybe I am a witch, Brogan. One that has bewitched your heart.” She murmured as he kissed her neck, making her sigh softly. “I love your lips upon my neck, love.”

She finally found the strength to move her hands from his neck, clenching them in his long dark hair until she felt that rumble of pleasure from his chest. She loved the way that he made her feel so small and loved at the same time.
 
He simply couldn't help how he began to harden within her again with how she loved him so warmly and spoke so sweetly. Now all he wanted was to make love to her in the sweetest way he knew how. So he turned them about, sitting with his back against the wall and Julia straddling his lap. "Gods, love," he commented softly, "yer jus' ne'er gonna let me rest, are ya?" He gave her an endearing smile, reaching up to touch her cheek.
 
“Never, if I have my way, love.” She said with a sweet smile as he changed their position and she was straddling his lap. “Especially if I want a houseful of children.”

Julia kissed him then, her lips sweetly clinging to his as she slowly start to ride her husband. She rose and fell on his hardening shaft, knowing that he would last longer this time. She swirled her hips, encouraging his hands to hold on to her bottom. Her love making was sweet and tender, showing him the love that she held for him.
 
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