Ghis (closed)

Durban reveled in her orgasm in a way he hadn't in a few years, his fire for her rekindled. It'd never gone out, but fallen to an ember in the trying times. He kept pounding into her through her climax, making it last a good long while before he let loose his own. He unbound her hands, pulling her in tight with one last powerful thrust. As their bodies tangled together impossibly tight, he let loose a wave of his branding seed into her belly. It'd been so long that it was almost an unfamiliar feeling now. His lips locked against hers again in a shattering kiss.
 
The feel of his seed flooding her body made Marri whimper. She felt like she was finally home. Durban's arms wrapped so tightly around her made her feel safe and loved and all the fears and worry and frustration of the past years melted away. She loved her husband an that love was suddenly renewed all over again.

"Oh Durban Ghis, what am I to do with you?" She asked softly, smiling up at her husband with tears of joy in her eyes. "You already have two strapping lads and a beautiful daughter. We don't need another."

She loved to tease him and she was probably the only person in the world that could and get away with it. Her fingers trailed through his thick hard as they enjoyed the aftermath of their love making.
 
"Oh, is tha' so?" He raised any eyebrow with a smirk. "Then maybe we don' need t'steal away time fer ourselves," he teased right back, and shifted as if he were going to get up from their bed so soon. He wouldn't, of course, but he could play.
 
“Don’t you dare, Ban.” Marri growled playfully, pulling him back firmly against her body. “I’m not through with you yet.”

Another passionate kiss pressed to his lips would get the ball rolling again and she was pleased to spend the afternoon wrapped up in her husband’s strong arms, pleasure theirs to take and give freely. She would be in Julia’s debt for a long time, she decided, but right now, she just wanted to focus on her loving husband.

As the day wore on and it looked like Marri and Durban would not be returning any time soon, Julia sprang into her role as a doting aunt. Taking care of the three children became her prime objective. She got them all fed and as evening started to set, she ushered them into her room. Seamus was tightly swaddled on the bed, sleeping peacefully. After a bedroll had been placed on the floor and warm blankets given, Gabriel curled up with one of her cherished books, losing himself in a world of fairy tales and adventures. Elise she found was a delightful little girl who liked to play dress up and make believe.

That was how she found them sitting at her vanity, Elise dressed in one of her robes as she tended to the little girl’s every wish. She was placing just a little bit of blush on the little girl’s lips as her niece smiled broadly.

“Am I a princess, Aunt Julia?” She asked, struggling to keep her pouting lips still for her aunt.

“Well, you’re uncle is the king, so I suppose you could be. In England, we would call you a Lady. You would be Lady Elise of Inverness.” Julia said with a smile, placing the blush away once she was finished and picking up the emerald necklace Brogan had given her their first night together.

She placed it around her tiny throat and then picked up her silver circlet, pinning it to the little girl’s braded hair. “Now you can be a princess.” Julia said with a smile as she heard the door to their room open and Brogan finally stepped in.

“Look, Uncle Brogan! I’m a princess!” Elise exclaimed brightly, the widest smile on her face that anyone had ever seen.
 
A hearty laugh escaped Brogan's lips and he came to kneel before Elise and spoke in an even and regal tone; "Why, yer 'ighness, it's an honor an' a privilege. I'd say y'could give th' queen a run fer beauty." He kissed Elise's hand before scooping her into his arms. "Y'look lovely, sweet'eart."
 
Elise suddenly turned shy, her smile never lessening as she turned her face into her uncle's broad shoulder at his compliment. She thanked him in a soft voice, giggling in the way that only a little girl could. Julia smiled as she watched them, her hand gentle cradling her belly for moment. Brogan would be an excellent father, so unlike the one that she had grown up with.

"Alright. I think it's about time for all children to be in bed. Gabriel would you please put the book away?" Julia asked, glancing down at her nephew.

"Yes, ma'am." He said without hesitation before he rose to place the book back on the shelf.

She soon had Elise tucked into the bedroll beside her brother and after kisses to both their foreheads, she sank back into her chair with a tired sigh. The children were all soon peacefully asleep. She looked up at Brogan and gave him a smile.

"A kiss would do me a world of good right now, my lord."
 
"Ye've more than earned it, m'lady," Brogan's smile was nothing short of adoring as he rose from the floor to come and grant her that kiss, warm and welcoming as could be. "So I see Marri an' Durban ran off a while. Can't blame 'em, ain' 'ardly 'ad time fer each other this past winter." He settled in a chair beside her, looking down at the two children like a lordly lion watching over cubs of his pride. And in a way, he was.
 
"Let them have some time alone. They needed it." Julia said, taking Brogan's hand and squeezing it gently. "Besides they can return the favor and watch our little ones from time to time."

"Did you get all your business done today, love?" She asked him quietly, not wanting to wake any of the children.
 
"I did." He nodded. "So... Apparently Vincenzo travels pretty fast, so 'e may well be 'ere th'day after t'morrow, I 'ear." He then smiled to himself, "Ma'll be over th'moon t'see 'im, I know 'ow she feels fer 'im." He then grinned over at her, "She thinks none o' us know Val's our 'alf sister."
 
"Well, perhaps her sons should encourage her to follow her heart and rekindle her romance." Julia suggested, grinning at the look on Brogan's face. "Oh come on love. You and your brothers shouldn't be the only ones happy."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. If they weren't surrounded by children at the moment, she had no doubt that they would end up in bed. While she was a bit disappointed it was nice to simply spend a peaceful night with her husband.

Julia lifted herself from her chair and settle in Brogan's lap, his warm chest comforting as her head foun her favorite spot on his shoulder. "Tell me what name you like for a boy, love."
 
"... I'm really no' sure. I know plenty of 'em, but I don' know tha' any'd be right fer my son. I know it's been a tradition in our family t'name a son after 'is great-granddad... but there ain' no way I'm doin' that." He sighed then, trying to come up with something that sounded right.
 
Julia was quiet for a long moment, letting that information sink in. As her fingers absently traced patterns on his chest, Julia posed what might be an explosive statement.

"What about Ciaran?" She asked softly, unable to look him in the eye as she suggested it.

The fact was he had been their friend despite what had happened between himself and Julia. She knew that they both missed him dearly. The thought was always there in her head.
 
Brogan fell still at that suggestion. The first thing he registered was intense pain from his heart at the betrayal and Ciaran's death, then rage. He took a deep, steadying breath, and answered honestly; "I... I don't know... I miss 'im, I'll give 'im that... but... I'm ain' sure I can ne'er forgive 'im or forget what 'appened..."
 
"It's okay, love." Julia said softly as she felt Brogan tense. "It was just a thought."

She wrappe her arms around his chest and hugged him tightly, thanking God that he had forgiven her after the betrayal. She couldn't imagine her life without him in it.

"What about William? I've always liked that name."
 
"Hm... I don' know, love. I think we jus' need t'come up with as many names tha' we can, an' see which one fits when we see 'im... whether 'e comes this time 'r another." He laid a light kiss at her temple and then rested his head against hers, watching over the two children.
 
Julia sighed softly as Brogan pressed his head against hers, their eyes on the sleeping children. It felt so right to share this moment with him, watching over the kids as if they were their own. They were sleeping soundly and Julia suddenly go a truly wicked idea.

She reached between their bodies, her hand cupping the bulge between his thighs and she gave Brogan a shy little smile. "There must be something about carrying a child, my lord. I cannot keep my hands to myself..."

She kissed him gently as her hands were soon working to open his kilt and trousers. "Let me please you, love."
 
Brogan bit back a small growl as she was so easily able to arouse him. He buried his face against her shoulder and muttered, "But th'kids're right 'ere, love..." he didn't try to resist, though. His hands found their way to her hips instinctively and he kissed at her slender throat lovingly. He just couldn't help it. Once, he'd been in control, and now it seemed to be all Julia lately.
 
"Shhhhh....love, they'll never know." She whispered as her fingers were met with a rock hard cock and she smiled to herself as he buried his face against her throat.

"God, Brogan, you always amaze me." She murmured, her lips teasing his ear as she wrapped he fingers around his cock and slowly started to stroke him.
 
The Scotsman had one hell of a time silencing his own groans of pleasure, but he growled softly, "An'... 'ow is it I amaze you...?" It was hard to keep the soft moaning tone out of his voice. His kisses to her neck and shoulders grew hungrier and hotter, even fierce. He was amazed with her, rather, at her boldness.
 
"I'm amazed that you love me so." She murmured, sighin in pleasure as her husband kissed her skin fiercely. "That you forgave me and you chose me to be your wife. That your seed is growing within my belly and in a few months we will have our own bundle of joy sleeping on the bed as I please you..."

Her fingers clenched his cock, massaging it as he struggled to contain himself. "Will you spend your seed for me, love? All over my fingers? I'll lick them clean if you do..."
 
"Yer a bloody wicked woman..." Brogan growled darkly, nipping at her skin possessively before locking his lips against hers. He held out against her pleasuring still, wanting to absorb every second. "Gods..." he whispered against her lips.
 
His kiss practically stole he soul. Julia knew that there would neve be another man in her life that made her toes curl from a simple kiss like Brogan did. She whimpered hotly as he kissed her deeply, her hand still working his cock as he growled and shivered. She smiled as he whimpered against her lips, her big strong husband like putty in her hand.

"I expect you to return the favor one day, love." She whispered, her forehead pressed against his as she waited for that moment that he found his pleasure.
 
Brogan couldn't even speak to tell her when he was about to cum, but she felt the tension in his body when he was ready to release. His seed spilled out over her hand freely and a small, restrained groan escaped his lips. He stifled it by kissing her again, his cock slowly softening before her. "Bloody wicked," he murmured again.
 
"But you love me." Julia said, returning her husbands kiss with a pleased sigh.

She stroked his softening cock for a moment more before she gently tucked him away. Another kiss to his lips was followed by her binging his seed to her lips an slowly cleaning it from her fingers under hi dark gaze. She couldn't help but giggle as he made her feel so incredibly giddy.
 
Brogan watched with interest, finding it to be rather a turn-on despite having never thought it would be. What he really wanted to do was bend her over the back of the chair and not make love to her, but rather ride her and give her the finest fuck of her life as rough as she liked, but such a thing would have to wait until after the baby was born and they were alone. "What're ya doin' t'me, lass... y'turned me soft an' unchained some beast at th'same time," he whispered, kissing at her neck once more.
 
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