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Julia whimpered like an animal in heat as her husband’s strong hands trapped her wrists, stretching her across the surface of the dresser. She moaned as her breasts pressed against the cool surface, her husband pressing against her from behind as he whispered hotly against her ear. She moaned, unable to put into words what she wanted as he continued to grind against her bottom.

“I need you, love. I need you to fuck me like the animal I know you are.” She whispered, turning her head to look at him with a small, seductive smile. “Fuck me, Brogan Ghis.”

She had come a long way since leaving Chester but she knew that her husband loved every single moment of what she had to give him. It was all for him and Julia wouldn’t have it any other way.
 
If Brogan hadn't been so consumed by lust, he'd have been surprised and even more aroused by her words. But in his sexual frenzy, he was ready to make her beg and plead, even try to take control of him to get what she wanted. So he egged her on, "I'm no' sure I will jus' yet... I think I like this," he gave her another, firmer thrust to tease her ruthlessly, feeling how wet she was through the cloth of his trousers. He hadn't known it was possible for his cock to be this hard.
 
He thrust against her body again and Julia let out a moan of frustration. She wanted his cock, not this teasing. She looked over her shoulder at him, her hands pulling against his strong grip as she struggled to move to get what she wanted. She gave him a seductive grin, whimpering as she felt him thrust against her again.

“Please, Brogan. I need you.” She whimpered, knowing that it had been far too long for both of them. “I will do whatever you want…”
 
"Anythin'?" He asked, keeping both her hands trapped with one of his own while his other hand reached down to free his raging cock from the binding of his kilt and trousers. The head touched her folds but he kept her pinned a moment more, while he leaned in and growled adoringly, "Be mine forever... beyon' forever... be my Goddess..."
 
“Always, my love. I’ll always be yours.” She moaned as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her wet folds. “Forever and beyond, Brogan. For all eternity. Just please…put you cock in me!”

Julia shivered at the sound of his growl, whimpering as he held her pinned. He was an animal then, one intent on claiming his mate. She couldn’t wait…
 
With her words, Brogan couldn't hold back anymore, and his shaft plunged into her depths with a tidal wave of force behind it, his strong hips and thighs and the solid side of the dresser trapping her within his grasp. One hand found her hip whilst the other cupped her breast possessively. He leaned back, freeing her upper body from his pin to move and arch as she wished while he pounded into her with reckless abandon far greater than ever in the past. A year had turned them both into experts on one another, so Brogan knew how to work into her core bit by bit, and when was the perfect time to seek out that elusive little spot. But he was intent to make this round last.
 
Julia arched her back as he plunged deeply inside her core, filling her tight passage with the thick shaft that she had come to love and enjoy. She moaned loudly, crying out as he gripped her hip tightly and cupped one of her full breasts. They were tender, sensitive and when he massaged his hand against it, she felt her pussy grow incredibly wet. Squirming in his arms, their love making was a battle between them. He fought to please her and she fought to bring him pleasure as well.

Turning her head to the side, she sought his lips and she was not disappointed as his lips crashed down against hers in a show of supreme dominance. Her lips parted and he took control, showing her what she had missed all those long months of her pregnancy.
 
Brogan was entirely relentless in the thrusts of his lusting cock, his kisses of fire, and of his extra touches to her breasts and, now and again, her equally-sensitive clit. He wanted to hear all those sounds from her he missed so dearly, he wanted to feel her cum for him again and again. Above all, he wanted to spill his seed in her belly and brand her womb with it again and claim her in the most powerful and resolute way possible.

His tongue fought her own as their bodies rocked hard against the strong dresser, and he found he quickly wanted more, so he pulled from her body and turned her around. Pressing her back to the dresser, he squeezed her hips lustfully and plunged again into her pussy with a wild snarl and with more energy before at a new, much more pleasing angle. He growled in her ear dangerously, "Moan for me, darlin'... Don' 'old a thing back..."
 
Julia did just that, moaning for him loudly as he changed their positions. Her legs locked around his hips, her heels digging into flexing bottom as he growled against her ear in the most dangerous tone she had ever heard before. Her husband was an animal, one that was claiming his mate that evening. With each punishing thrust, her breasts bounced on her chest, leaking the milk which had been for Ciaran. The dresser beneath them creaked and groaned under his punishing pace.

“Love!” She cried out as his fingers settled on her clit, rubbing it with the same punishing pace that he was taking her with. “No, love. Not yet!” She was begging him, not wanting this moment to end with her climax just yet.
 
Brogan didn't listen, only because he knew he was going to give her another, much more amazing orgasm if he had his way, and he smirked at her. The glint of his eyes alone told her his wicked plan. He didn't relent, and brought her right to the edge without slowing. And once her first orgasm passed, he slowed just a bit, but his thrusts became firmer, deeper, far more incredible and mind-bending. He purposely found that special spot within her core, and he thrust into it with perfect aim, heating her body as if she'd gone from just fire to the surface of the sun.
 
Julia swore he was trying to kill her with pleasure. Her first orgasm had hit her hard and fast, making her shake and shiver as he pushed her towards her next. She cried out and whined in pleasure, her hips bucking against his as he hit that special spot in her body that only he knew, riding it hard until she felt her back arch up the dresser, her pleasure threatening to break across her skin in the most frightening way.

She held her breath as the pleasure built, his wicked fingers flicking her throbbing nub as he forced the pleasure from her. Julia parted her lips, her eyes wide as she exploded, her breath released in a scream of pleasure as the entire room seemed to pulse and dance with pleasure. She was unleashed, bucking and moving beneath her husband like a horse that had yet to be broken.
 
That second climax destroyed Brogan's concentration, and he let out a wolfish snarl and howling groan as he came. Let loose into her body was wave after wave of his seed that had been lusting for months for her. He was trembling from cumming so hard, and he sank down to the floor with her still gripped possessively in his arms, and he actually fell back with his love laying on his chest. He was gasping for breath, unable to see straight or speak or really do much other than pant like a dog that had run miles.
 
Julia moaned loudly as her husband came, filling her with wave after wave of his scalding seed. She then felt his strength leave, pulling her towards the floor until they were both in a heap on the floor. She panted, her cheek resting against her husband’s chest as she listened to his heart race from their activity.

“Love…” She whimpered, pressing her lips against his, nuzzling against his nose as she started to giggle with joy. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, love.”
 
Once their kiss broke, Brogan chuckled breathlessly along with her and wrapped her up in his embrace as a little bit of strength came back after the initial collapse. "I 'ope tha's a good return fer all th'times ya took care o' me while I couldn' do anythin' fer you," he murmured, clearly exhausted beyond what she'd ever seen. "How'd I get so bloody lucky..." came his rumbling voice as he kissed her again before he just couldn't hold his head up anymore and let it rest on the stone floor.
 
Julia kissed and caressed him as he lay on the floor, unable to move. She laughed at the masculine pride in his voice, letting her know that he was very excited over what he’d just done. She nuzzled against him, peppering his throat with kisses as they both basked in the aftermath of the most explosive loving they’d ever had.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” She whispered against his ear. “Thank you for a loving home, for two beautiful children, and for more love then I can handle.”
 
Brogan finally managed to sit up with Julia on his lap, and he shook his head, "No, love... thank you." He met her eyes, his own filled with honesty and reverence for her. "Y'gave Annie back t'me in th'beginnin', askin' me if I'd bring 'er 'ome. Y'carried Ciaran fer almos' nine months... Y'brought love back into my 'ome when there wasn' any left. I r'member it all, everyday. I don' think I can ever repay ya... An' tha's why I'm yer loyal servant fer th'rest o' eternity, because I don' know what I could possibly do in return." He looked upon her as if he were a lowly mortal peasant looking upon the Queen of all Goddesses, of all Creation.
 
Julia kissed her husband and sighed softly, her head resting against his shoulder as they both basked in the afterglow of their love. She was content and so in love with her husband. The very thought made her smile and nuzzle against his throat. They would soon return to their bed, making love until the wee hours of the morning and then real life would invade again, but they always had one another to lean upon when times were tough

A week later, Julia worked to get Ciaran bundled in the little wolf skin blanket that Marri had given her. The snow had let up and she was going stir crazy. She had promised Annie a trip to the market and she had a pocket of coins that she was ready to spend on things for the children. Ciaran fussed as she swaddled his little arms, a dark look on his little face as he looked at her with an accusing stare.

“Now, now, my heart, you need to be a good boy today.” Julia said as she kissed his forehead and the little baby cooed happily.

“Annie, are you ready to go, love?” Julia called out, turning to look at her step-daughter as the little girl bounded into the room with her heavy cloak on. “Well, don’t you look lovely today, love.”

Annie blushed, looking shyly down at her new blue gown. It had been a gift from Kitty at Christmas and the little girl seemed to love it dearly. Julia smoothed down the little girl’s hair with her hand as she lifted Ciaran into her arms and tucked him warmly beneath her fur cloak. Taking Annie’s hand, they made their way from the keep and down the snowy path towards the market.
 
As they went, villagers bowed their heads or tipped hats with a smile to the three royals, and everyone they passed was incredibly kind and polite. There were some travelling performers in the village square, and one did a series of front flips before landing perfectly in front of Annie. He smiled, his mask obscuring all but his mouth and eyes, and he presented Annie with a flower. Who knew where he'd found a live flower this time of year.

He bolted away soon, rejoining his troupe. A troupe master appeared from a canvas tent and announced in a booming voice, "Ladies and gentlemen of fair Inverness! Gather round, my friends!" He bolted out onto a raised platform. "Feast your eyes upon great acts of death-defying bravery performed by the Takao brothers of China! See the immense strength of the Beast from the African Jungle! And most of all, my dear people, come and witness true magic from the Prophet, the Witch-man of Vatican City!"
 
“Mummy, can we go watch? Please?” Annie asked, pulling at Julia’s hand as she pointed towards the performers with an excited glance. “Please?”

Julia looked towards their set up, sighing softly. She didn’t want to keep Ciaran out in the cold for too long, but Annie seemed so excited. The hard decision was made as she smiled down at Annie and nodded, letting the little girl pull her closer to the performers. She held Ciaran tightly against her warm chest, keeping her son as comfortable as she possibly could.

“But not for too long, Annie. We can to get a few things from the market and Ciaran can’t stay in the cold for too much longer.” Julia told her step-daughter, drawing a dutiful nod from the little girl.
 
Luckily for little Annie, the acts were short, so that the performers could repeat them a few times through the day. She saw five small, quick men tumbling, walking ropes, stacking on top of each other and so on, then a massive man with deep ebony skin like she'd never seen, who lifted an entire wagon with those five men in it. After a few more quick acts, a mysterious man in a dark cloak and a mask over his eyes appeared on the stage.

"I am Samhain Altarus, Lord of the magicians and Seers in service to the Goddess Chloe. I come to Inverness to show all who wish to see, the magicks and powers my Lady has bestowed upon me, for I know many of you are believers. Come forth!"

He cast something to the floor and a huge cloud of smoke rose around the stage. When it was gone, ten other robed men stood on the stage.

"I am to understand that we are graced with the presence of royalty!" The Prophet announced, and he turned with a smile to the royals. He leapt from the stage and from thin air he drew three cards. "Ah, the queen of hearts," he gave this one to Julia. "A jack of diamonds, for a dashing prince," he let Julia take that one for Ciaran. "Oh... and this is quite interesting... a seven of spades!" He knelt before Annie, "This, my dear princess, is the luckiest card in the entire fifty-two, luckier than a four-leaf clover ten times over." He laid the card in her hand. "Would you like to see something disappear before your very eyes, Princess?"
 
Annie watched the scene with the wide eye wonderment that only a small child could have. Julia kept her close as the men performed their tricks. It made her smile to see Annie so entertained, but it was also time for them to leave. She was just about to reach for the little girl when another man walked out, introducing himself to the crowd before he cast something to the floor and ten more men appeared. Julia suddenly felt uneasy and her hand settled on Annie’s shoulder, pulling the little girl back against her.

The man presented Julia with two cards, one for her and one for Ciaran. She took them and gave him a smile, still feeling something wrong in the pit of her belly. As Annie was presented her card, she looked over the crowd, her heart racing with ill omen.

Annie nodded frantically, her eyes wide and a smile on her face. “What will disappear?”
 
"It's a surprise, but I promise it'll be something you'd never expect." The man smiled brightly and reached into his cloak, taking out a small vial and pouring some strange powder on the ground. "Now watch closely, little Princess, you won't believe your eyes."

Little did they know, there were secretly more men working with the magician in the crowd that had come up behind and around the royals and secretly dropped similar powder around them. The magician rose, and raised his hand to the sky, where suddenly flames appeared across his glove, making everyone gasp in astonishment. "Now! Vanish!" He suddenly dropped to the ground, and the three royals were surrounded in smoke when the powder ignited in the circle. It expanded outward, enveloping the performers and secret helpers, and before Julia knew it, Ciaran was torn from her arms and something was pressed to her face that suddenly made her world darken around her. The same was done to Annie.

When the smoke cleared, all three royals were missing, and none of them had ever made a sound, not even little Ciaran. The magician and his helpers were gone too, and the ringmaster up on stage looked horrified.

"Someone tell the king! The Queen and her children have been kidnapped!" The strongman roared. The other performers of the little traveling circus had had no idea their magician was a criminal.
 
“Annie…” Julia said, pulling on the little girl’s shoulder as Ciaran started to fuss. “I think it’s time to go…”

She let out a gasp as the magician dropped the flame towards the ground, everything going hazy as smoke billowed around them. She kept her grip on Annie’s shoulder when she suddenly felt Ciaran yanked from her arms. She started to scream, holding onto his little blanket as a strong arm wrapped around her waist and held a cloth to her face. Instantly the world started to go dark and Julia struggled until there was nothing.

Marri was the one that was dispatched to tell Brogan the horrible news. Kitty was in a state, only comforted by Vincenzo and Val and Durban was ready to kill someone. It was Boar who kept his brother from hasty action and Emma who helped to calm him. That left Marri as she ran along the snow covered path towards the lumber camp.

“Brogan!” She called out as soon as she saw him. “You must come quick. Something has happened. Julia and the children have been taken.”
 
Brogan looked up as he heard his name, but when he heard the news, his axe dropped to the ground. He bolted from the camp and past Marri, and when he came upon the site of the commotion and heard what happened from a townswoman, he suddenly leapt up on the stage with his claymore drawn and he grabbed the ringmaster, pinning him to a beam.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!!!" Brogan roared, causing the entire square to go silent.

"I-I don't know, Your Highness, I-"

"Don't lie t'me, y'bloody rat! Tha' magician was with ya!"

"I swear, sir! He's new, he just joined us a week ago!"

"Who is 'e, then?!"

"He said his real name was Orlando Elmetti from Assisi, my lord! His helpers are from Italy too!"

Brogan let go of him and faced the next nearest performer, the strongman. "You! Is 'e tellin' th'truth?!"

"Yessir," the muscleman nodded. "Italian, they was. But that Orlando... didn't sound Italian to me, sir."

"What did 'e soun' like then?"

"Scotsman, sir. Northern Scotsman."

Brogan's breath hitched in his throat. "Wick... Oh, Gods..." His sword clattered to the floor as he suddenly shut down. It was happening again... but this time, Wick had gotten his children too...
 
Marri was quick at her brother-in-law’s side, taking his arm as he started to sag. She looped his arm around her shoulders, keeping him upright as she looked into his anguished gaze. “Stay strong, Brogan. Julia needs you now more than ever.” She said softly as she spotted Durban hurrying towards them. “You know she’ll fight like you taught her to.”
 
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