Ghis (closed)

Brogan relaxed into the chair with a long, soft moan as his vixen of a wife teased him. "Gods..." he sighed. Going so long without her in the late months of her pregnancy and her recovery had left him aching for her. He reached out a warm, slightly shaky hand to caress her cheek and slip down her slender neck. "You lovely lass..." he encouraged lovingly.


"There is," Kitty nodded, but her smile grew wider as little Ciaran was placed in her arms. "Aw, now here's the darlin'..." She smiled to Annie, "Your little brother, Ciaran Julius Ghis."
 
Julia took him deep between her lips, suckling and pleasing him as he liked. Her eyes held his, the feel of his warm hand on her cheek made her sigh. Her husband was an amazing man, one that filled her heart with love. She bobbed her head at the pace that he liked, moaning for his pleasure as she felt him hitting the back of her throat.

Annie quickly climbed into Vincenzo’s lap, looking down at Ciaran as Kitty held him. Her blue eyes looked over his tiny face, regarding him for a moment before she smiled shyly. “Hello, Ciaran. I’m your sister Annie.” She then leaned over the infant and kissed his forehead gently.

The infant's green eyes turned towards his sister, grunting as she kissed him. He soon yawned and fussed against his swaddling. Like all Ghis babies, he hated having his limbs so tightly restrained. He let out a happy little sigh as Kitty released the blankets, letting his tiny arms free. Sarah watched the whole scene with a biting sense of jealousy. That should have been her infant and Annie should be her daughter. The entire situation was incredibly unfair.
 
When she brought him all the way to the back of her throat, Brogan had to stifle himself from a loud groan, biting his knuckle. He let out a shaky breath- she'd never done that before! "Christ Almighty, love," he whispered because he couldn't trust his voice any louder. "Ohhh, Gods..." he groaned, and he couldn't take much more, but he tried to hold out against her.
 
Julia watched him intently, knowing that he was about to release. She couldn’t wait to taste that salty hot cum on her tongue and she redoubled her efforts, bobbing along his length before she took him back in her throat. She moaned and whimpered for him, her fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers as she struggled to keep herself under control.
 
Brogan tensed completely when his cock re-entered her throat, and he covered his mouth to quiet a howl of absolute exstacy when his orgasm hit him like a battering ram and he came incredibly hard. His seed shot into Julia's throat like lightning, coating her tongue too.

Slowly, Brogan melted into the chair, and she noticed his knuckle was actually bleeding a bit from biting down to keep quiet and control himself and all the other urges he had. He was panting heavily, his climax having taken his breath away. He tried to compose himself, but he just couldn't yet.
 
Julia kissed and licked at his cock after he was finished, cleaning it before she gently tucked it back into his pants. She smiled at he husband as he tried to compose himself, unable to as he panted heavily. She kissed his lips gently, soothing him as she settled in his lap, resting against his chest with a smile of complete pleasure upon her face.

“Did you enjoy that, love?” She asked him softly, whispering against his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close.
 
"Tha'..." he tried to speak, but had to start again with a deep breath. "Tha'... is th'biggest understatement... I've ever 'eard..." And with that, he kissed her suddenly with all the appreciation and fire he could convey, his hands rising to her cheeks. The kiss must've lasted longer than thirty seconds, and Brogan must've forgotten he needed to breathe. When the kiss broke, he took in a gasp of breath and laid his head against her shoulder as his intensity faded to a light feeling of sleepiness.

"I ain' e'er done somethin' so amazin' as t'deserve you..." he whispered, worshiping her in his mind. "I didn' know Goddesses could come down t'Earth..."
 
“Ah, love, you make me a very happy woman.” She murmured softly, nuzzling against her husband’s cheek as they basked in the aftermath of his intense orgasm. “I have a loving family and a husband who would move the moon and stars for me. What more could I ask for?”

She pulled his head back from her shoulder and she smiled as she pressed her forehead against his. “Let’s go get our children and show Annie to her new room. Then, we can have a nice quiet dinner in our room with our little loves.”
 
"I think tha' sounds amazin'," Brogan smiled back, scooping her up in his powerful arms as he regained his strength and rose. He carried her away, only setting her on her feet just before they entered the great hall. He caught Annie up in his arms, picking her up out of her chair. "Evenin' darlin'," he grinned as the little girl giggled uncontrollably.

Kitty rose to place Ciaran in Julia's arms, "He's been an angel, love."
 
“Thank you for watching him, Kitty.” Julia said, kissing her mother-in-law’s cheek. “And thank you, Vincenzo, for keeping Kitty company.”

She adored Kitty’s betrothed and she’d never seen Kitty happier then she was right now. Cuddling Ciaran tightly, she kissed her son’s forehead, a little sigh issuing from his lips as he snuggled up against her warm chest. She glanced over at Annie as she giggled in her father’s arms. It seemed that all the fears Brogan had about Annie had dissolved the moment the two were reunited.

“Annie, would you like to come and see your new room? Your Da and I have worked very hard on it.” Julia said with a grin as Annie nodded and looked excited.

Sarah silently stewed, watching the happy little family with a sour taste in her mouth. She would have Brogan, whether he liked it or not…
 
(Feel free to skip ahead a bit if you like.)

Brogan gladly escorted his little family to Annie's new room, just as excited as she was to show her that he remembered her favorite things from his last visit to Ireland, even her favorite color and animals. As a father, Brogan was a child at heart and it was so easy for Annie to feel right at home with him around again.
 
A few weeks later the first snow of the season began. For Julia it was a happy time as he son grew and Annie turned into a loving daughter. Christmas was especially heartfelt for the little family as Brogan doted on his daughter and son, giving them both more gifts then they could ever use in their lives. Julia simply laughed at her husband and told him he was a good man.

Kitty and Vincenzo were married during the holiday and Emma made the happy announcement that she was again with child. It seemed that everything was falling into place for the Ghis family. Julia was sitting in her room that day as the snow fell heavy over the highlands, rocking Ciaran as he fussed while Annie sat beside her in a little chair, reading to her from one of her books of fairy tales. The little girl had a clear voice, speaking without faltering once.

Julia glanced up as Brogan stepped into the room, his hair damp with melting snow and a troubled look on his face. “What’s the matter, love?” Julia asked softly.
 
"Nothin'," he answered calmly so not to trouble Annie, but the look in his eyes told Julia he needed to talk to her the moment she could leave the children with Val or Kitty. He went to a spare room, shaking off the snow on his cloak and crouching before the fire, letting it dry his damp cloak and coat. Gods, how could the new king of Wick have suddenly turned into his father...?
 
Julia took her husband’s cue and looked over at Annie with a smile. “Love, how about we take that book and you can go read to Gram and Vincenzo? I’m sure they would love to hear the stories.” She said as Annie nodded and agreed.

Julia stood and made sure that Ciaran was warm enough for a walk through the chilled halls. Annie followed dutifully with the book and as soon as she had the children in their grandparents care, she was back in the room with Brogan.

“What has happened, Brogan?” She asked him, nervous for the answers that he might give.
 
"It's Wick... 'e's taken th'border, an' 'e's not stopping." Brogan shook his head, "Did I do somethin' t'him...? Did I break th'treaty? 'E was a proper noble gentleman when I met 'im, sane an' polite an' kind as could be. Why's 'e doin' this?" He stood to face her, hoping there was some answer.

Of course, they'd never suspect the real answer... Family simply couldn't do that to them.
 
Julia said in her chair, watching her husband fret that he had done something wrong to break the treaty. “Love, you didn’t do anything to breach the treaty that you had drawn up. It is all him.”

She reached over and took his hand, holding it tightly. “I pray that this won’t lead to war, but I know if it does that you are the stronger man. Especially with Boar and Durban at your side. You know they’ll fight with you.”
 
"I don' wan' t'fight anymore, love..." Brogan said softly. "I know it ain' like a real Scot t'not wan' t'fight, but... I jus' want t'stay 'ome with my family... With my people, an' jus'... live." He kissed her hand and laid it against his cheek, his own still gloved. "If I 'ave t'go away t'fight... will ya forgive me if I'm away long...?" He asked with a truly genuine fear that he'd hurt her with his absence.

In the Keep of Wick, King Arland Wick sat on his throne with his new prize on his lap, stroking his slender fingers down her arm possessively. "Wha' a lucky man I am," he commented with a smirk on his clean-shaven face. "An' what a beauty y'are, m'sweet."
 
“Of course, I’ll forgive you, love.” She said softly, a smile on her face as she kissed him gently. “And Annie and Ciaran will forgive you as well. Annie knows that it’s her Da’s duty to protect Inverness.”

Julia saw that her husband was tired of the fight and wanted to give in, but with Wick threatening them yet again, she knew that he needed to think about their safety. “We’ll write letters if we have to, but we will be in contact.”

Sarah grinned as she looked down at her lover, her arms wrapping around his neck and holding him close to her voluptuous body. “And I am a lucky woman to have a man such as you to warm my bed at night.” She purred, nuzzling against his throat as she nipped and suckled at his neck.

“But there would be something more that would make me even happier.” She said softly, turning her clear gaze towards his. “I want you to destroy the Ghis. I want Brogan to kneel at my feet and that precious little Annie will call you Da.”
 
"I love you," was all Brogan could say before kissing his wife adoringly, but then, he thought of something. "Aw, love... with 'ow busy t'day's been... we didn' get t'celebrate our anniversary." He kissed her again in apology, hoping she wasn't angry with him for it. It'd been a tough day for everyone, really.


Arland was so incredibly head-over-heels about Sarah that he didn't even question the insanity of her request or why she wanted it so badly. Instead, he smiled, "I've always wanted a li'l girl... an' tha' little lad, Ciaran, d'ya want 'im too? Or should 'e jus' be left?" He didn't even care about the cruelty of the idea.
 
Julia laughed softly as Brogan suddenly remembered that it was their anniversary. She didn’t care a bit that he had forgotten. He has his mind elsewhere. She simply kissed his sweet cheek and stood from her chair, moving towards their bed.

“I can think of many ways for you to make it up to me, husband.” She said, looking over her shoulder at him. “After all, Vincenzo did tell me today that I was free to do what I wished…in bed…”

She smiled him and wiggled her bottom slightly, trying to entice him to come to bed with her. She knew Kitty would watch the children gladly for as long as she needed, overnight even, and she was free to play with her husband all she wanted.

“I believe my husband once told me that he wanted a little girl that looked just like her mother…”

Sarah smiled brightly at Arland, her fingers playing in his hair as she pressed her lips firmly against his. “As long as Julia Ghis is dead, I don’t care what happens to that bastard child. You do know that it isn’t even Brogan’s, right? It’s named after its real father, a man who died in battle against your father.”
 
"Yer 'usband 'as good taste," Brogan smirked, catching her hips in his hands and grinding ever so slowly against her from behind. He leaned in to kiss at her neck, his troubles forgotten for the moment. He was willing to just let go and enjoy his wife for a night, their first in far too long. "Lead on, m'lady," he whispered in her ear, giving it a little nip by the way.


"Then I'll do one worse t' put tha' beast Ghis low. I'll put 'is son in an English work'ouse. E'en Satan wouldn' set foot in one o' those," Arland grinned darkly before robbing another kiss from the woman who'd seduced him into madness.
 
Julia giggled as Brogan captured her hips in his hands, grinding his hard cock against her bottom as he kissed her neck, his troubles melting away. She moaned softly as he nipped her ear, telling her to lead on. She wanted him so badly, her pussy so incredibly wet at just the thought of his shaft filling her body.

“I need you, love. It’s been far too long.” She said with a purr in her voice as her bottom ground back against his cock. “Undress me. I want to feel my husband’s full power tonight.”
 
At her plea, a dark smirk entered Brogan's features. "Full power, aye...? Are y'sure y'can 'andle it?" He asked, but before she could answer, he did just what he'd been craving to do for nearly three months. He pinned her roughly over the nearest surface, which happened to be the back of an armchair in the spare room. He was already working against her, like he was already thrusting into her with slow, wonderful strokes. His hands slid up her back to her dress laces as he kissed along the back and sides of her neck hungrily with a lust she'd rarely seen of him.
 
Julia gasped as she was bent over the back of a chair, her hands gripping the fabric tightly as her husband opened the back of her gown, grinding against her as if he were already inside her body. She moaned hotly at his hungry kisses, his warm hands caressing along her back as he stripped her clothing from her body with a sure hand.

“Yes, love. I need all of you tonight.” She said with a whimper as he thrust against her powerfully. The chair moved beneath her body, the legs scraping along the floor as she let out a groan.
 
The way Brogan was going, they were going to break the chair and he knew it. In only a moment of clarity in his lust, he decided on a new, stronger piece of furniture, being a box dresser set against the wall. He commanded her without words over to it, his animal side coming out for her. Now with an immovable object, Brogan's grinding against her was much more effective, especially when her dress and underclothes were gone in the blink of an eye. The fabric of his own clothing between them was unbearable, but Brogan was intent to tease more than ever.

He leaned over her, trapping her hands beneath his own calloused palms against the surface of the wide dresser, and he twisted the metaphorical, sweet knife as he growled in her ear, "How badly d'ya want me, Julia? What d'ya want me t'do t'you?"
 
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