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“I must go, else I stay and lock us away from the world,” Dorchad said, looking down into her misty eyes. “Come to me tonight as soon as you may.”

She caught his hand, bringing it to her swollen lips so she could kiss his knuckles. “As you command, my lord.”

Dorchad left, but as he closed the door quietly behind him he saw Lochran standing at the other end of the passage. The blind man inclined his head to him before he walked off.

Chapter Twelve

Kiamh watched from the shadows as a cloaked and veiled female entered the shepherd’s shelter. Slipping out of the MacAlen stronghold had been difficult at first, but now he’d become an expert at the best times to avoid much notice. Fifer still believed he kept to his chamber while recovering from his fall and the imaginary wounds it had inflicted, and a little dark magic had allowed him to slip in and out of the gates with others while appearing as their shadows.

Today he had to take vengeance, and then use it to further his schemes.

According to the gossip he’d collected, Malvina Duff had been meeting her lovers there for months since coming to the highlands with the new magistrate. Sometimes she had entertained two or three swains at once, but then she’d suddenly and mysteriously lost her insatiable appetite for facking. Most believed her husband had something to do with that, but he knew better. Since learning why she’d stopped spreading her legs for every man who wished use her he’d become entirely disgusted.

Did she truly believe her unchecked hooring would have no consequences?

He walked to the back of the shelter, standing beside the open window that gave him a complete view of the interior. Malvina had already shed her cloak and veil, and had spread the former over some old fleeces she’d mounded on the dirt floor. The stink of animals seemed not to bother her as she unlaced her bodice, removing it and her skirts to reveal the thin shift she’d worn beneath the costly gown. The back of the undergarment showed the skin of her back, now made smooth again. Doubtless her greedy quim would match the flawless flesh. Thanks to the Fae magic she had used to heal herself, she would never again have to worry about catching inconvenient and unsightly diseases, or bearing bairns for that matter.

His hands fisted at his sides as he thought of the suffering she had caused with her licentious ways and unquenchable hungers. She doesnae deserve to live on and fack as she pleases.

The man who came in a moment later remained cloaked as he seized and forced her onto her hands and knees. Clamping a hand over her mouth, he muffled her screeches as he unfastened his trews and produced an obscenely large tadger, which he stuffed into her as she struggled under him. His hood fell to one side, revealing his long white hair. Kiamh knew of only one man in the vicinity with such unusual locks.

Lomond, the MacAlen’s seneschal.

Kiamh watched as Lomond violated Malvina, who seemed to be enjoying it toward the end. He grunted as he ejaculated into her, and then drew out and carelessly wiped his member on the back of her skirts before straightening and lacing his trews. She collapsed, curled up on her side and sobbed soundlessly into her hands.

“You neednae feign such with me,” the seneschal told her. “As I told you before, I’m happy to play your attacker when you wish. You’ve but to summon me by dove.”

She wiped her face and sat up, holding her torn shift to her breasts. “Truly? I’ve been so lonely these past months.”

“I shall assure you never wish again to be ravished. Fair day, my lady.” Lomond patted her on top of the head before he left.

Kiamh watched as she lay on her back and absently rubbed her chebs with her hands. The fat tears creeping down her face slid faster due to the violent tremors of her delight. That, more than anything else she had done, utterly revolted him.

’Tis the last fool she shall ever swive.

When he came into the shelter Malvina looked up at him with eyes still dazed with her bliss.

“Did my lover send you back to take care of me?” she asked, yawning. “I’ve never lain with a druid lad.”

She sounded drunk, Kiamh thought as he kicked her in the head, knocking her out. He picked up her clothes and then used the cloak under her to drag her out of the shelter and through the forest. Deadfall and dirt collected on her, as if in mute testimony to the fact that she would never again be clean. He stopped finally at an old root cellar overgrown by brush, which he’d cleared out for this very purpose. Hauling her inside the dark, musty underground chamber, he dropped her in the center and then lit the lamp he’d left on a high shelf.

When Malvina stirred a short time later Kiamh knelt down beside her. She didn’t realize she had been gagged and staked out for several moments, and then she stared at him with lust in her eyes. Even after he’d attacked her and abducted her, she reckoned it all a game for her pleasure.

“’Tis all you ever desire, I reckon.” Kiamh gently stroked the hair back from her wet, dirty face. She smelled of twinflowers and Lomond, and the hem of her shift had risen to reveal her legs sprawled open and the insides of her thighs covered with the remnants of her lover’s seed. “Only these days I’ve no desire for females. Diseased hoors, even less.”

Dawning fear erased her desirous expression, and then she tried with frantic jerks to free herself.

“You cannae escape,” he promised her as he pulled down her gag. “Tell me, why dinnae you ever tire of spreading your legs for any bastart with a stiff rod?”

“Why dinnae you?” Malvina shot back. “I ken you, druid. You’re the one Fifer MacAlen swives like a wench.”

He chuckled, for she had no idea who he was. “No’ yet, but soon.”

“He shall tire of you, and give you to his garrison,” the magistrate’s wife predicted. “Then your holes shall be stuffed every hour of the night, for the MacAlen warriors like skinny eejits like you. Free me, and I shall take you into my household–”

“Liar,” he murmured as he gripped her throat to silence her. “I should cut out your tongue.”

Malvina’s face darkened as she shook her head and tried to breathe, producing a strangled, wheezing sound. At the same time her body trembled as if in anticipation of yet another ravishment.