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He removed his hand and resumed kissing her as he gently cupped and stroked her full breasts. He seemed to take great delight in them. The pad of his thumb skimmed across one of her nipples, a feather-light touch which caused it to tighten and send shivers of pleasure down her whole body.
‘These are perfect’ he whispered as his dark head moved downwards and Ailsa felt his mouth on them, soft and warm, then an exciting roughness as his stubbled face brushed against them. He started sucking and tugging ever so gently on her nipple, his tongue softly licking and stroking it until she gasped and dug her fingernails into his arms.
Ailsa felt each touch of his mouth as if it were directly between her legs, the heat growing in her face and a warm sensation all over as if her whole body was blushing. It went on a long time with his hands holding her firmly in place and she could feel his manhood hard against her belly. His hand moved down between her legs again and this time he would brook no resistance ignoring her attempts to remove him. ‘You must not…,’she began.
‘Yes I must,’ he insisted. ‘I am a big man Ailsa and you must be ready for me. Trust me, Ailsa, just trust me.’ His voice was so calm and sure that she relented and let herself be carried away by his touch. Ailsa felt his warm fingers open her like a flower and begin to circle softly against her, drawing delicious tantalising sensations that built to something much deeper - a ripeness, a wetness, a warm swelling feeling of lust.
She looked up at the carved ceiling of her chamber trying to take her mind away from the shocking thing that he was doing but the sensation was overwhelming her. With his fingers still moving against her, he rolled on top of her and resumed his kisses. He went on a long time with this, wordlessly, keeping his weight off of her but breathing heavily and kissing her harder and more urgently. Slowly he slid his fingers into her in the most shocking way and the throbbing need became undeniable, building and building inside of her. His thumb was stroking her softly and she moaned with the ecstasy of it and pushed herself against his hand greedily. ‘Oh please, please,’ she gasped, grabbing at him.
‘Let go Ailsa, just let go,’ he whispered breathlessly. She felt desire burning her up inside and she didn’t care anymore if she acted like his whore. There was a hunger and recklessness growing in her that she was yet to understand and suddenly it burst over her leaving her breathless.
‘Oh Duncan,’ she breathed. He held her tight for a moment until she lay calm in his arms.
‘I told you I could make you happy,’ he said smiling down at her. He looked very smug and handsome and there was a fierce desire in his eyes. ‘I mean to make you mine now Ailsa and I may have to hurt you a little. I am sorry for it, truly I am.’
He spread her legs apart and cupping her bottom with a firm hand he said, ‘I will be gentle and go slowly and if it hurts hold on to me,’ he said breathlessly. ‘I cannot delay or I will burst with the need of you.’
Duncan pushed himself into her steadily, tenderly. Ailsa felt a stinging pain as his hard body invaded hers causing her to cry out and dig her fingers into his back. Ailsa could scarce believe what he was doing. She was shocked at such intimate contact and the pain it caused. Why did he have to spoil the delicious feeling and replace it with this? His head was buried in the nape of her neck, his black hair falling against her face and his breath was coming hard and fast, his intense arousal obvious.
‘I’m sorry Ailsa,’ he said bringing his hand up to her forehead and stroking her hair. ‘It will not hurt for long I promise.’ As he started moving against her again the pain slowly receded and something sinful took its place.
Duncan was aware of Ailsa stiffening underneath him. He had not wanted to hurt her but it was necessary. He tried to delay his passion though it was all he could do not to push her hard, down into the bed and spill himself into her. He looked at her directly his eyes blazing.
‘I am sorry to cause you pain but it will subside. Move against me Ailsa, come with me lass.’ He kissed her softly and was still for a while in the hope that she would become accustomed to him. When she gasped a little and kissed him back he started to move inside her again very gently and slowly. Her kisses becoming more urgent as her body responded to his touch and she rose up hesitantly to meet him.
‘That’s good, lass, so good. You were made for this.’
As she slid over him Ailsa felt a yearning that surged in and out like the tide, emboldening her and moving her to tentatively push back against his gliding, thrusting hips. She was sore there but something else was stirring beyond that. The wanton feeling was building again and to her shame, she wanted to spread her legs wider and wider for him - to take all of him into her, to be full of him. It was a kind of beautiful agony, a primitive need that she could not control even if she had wanted to.
She no longer cared what he did. It was as if she had stepped outside of herself as if control of her body and mind had been relinquished to him. There was just this one sweet moment of release from everything, her confusion, her fear and her loneliness. All of it was washed away by his mouth and his hands all over her and his manhood deep within her, swelling and demanding and then she lost herself to pure blinding pleasure. ‘No, please no’ she cried.
Duncan heard her cry out, her fingernails digging into his back. His arousal burst over him and he lost control, pulling her tightly to him and pushing his head against her neck. He spilt his seed into her and cried out her name.
As his breathing calmed Duncan felt a surge of possessiveness. Her virginity was his and she had wanted him. As she lay trembling under him he triumphed in his victory. He raised his head to gaze at her and saw a face streaming with tears. She was sobbing quietly, great heaving sobs which she was trying to contain and his triumph melted away like a mist. He pulled himself out of her and tried to draw her to him.
‘Don’t touch me, please, please’ she begged, her arms outstretched in a defensive gesture.
Duncan was bewildered, any words of comfort dying on his lips as she regarded him with a look of such desolation that he felt he could not touch her. Had he hurt her that much? He had not intended to be rough but in his driving need had he lost control of his desire? She had not told him to stop. He was sure she had wanted him, every movement, every sigh, as he made love to her had told him that. But nowshe pulled the blankets around her and turned away from him and when he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, she flinched. Trying to overcome a crushing sense of disappointment Duncan said, ‘Lass what’s wrong? I had no wish to hurt you and if I did I am sorry for it.’
‘Please go’ she replied. ‘Please leave me alone.’
He reached for her again.
‘Don’t touch me, I can’t bear it’. She scuttled off the bed away from him. ‘Just leave me. Please. I beg you,’ she pleaded in a voice thick with tears.
‘I was sure….’ He trailed off not knowing what to do.
‘I did my duty as your wife and now I beg that you leave me alone.’
‘Ailsa forgive me. I thought you wanted me.’
‘No…I did not want this,’ she whispered.
Duncan looked from the anguished, tear-stained face to the bright smear of blood on the bed where he had lain with her. He had failed. She still thought him a filthy, lecherous animal and she was repelled by him. She hadn’t given him the gift of her virginity, he had taken it so that what he thought had been mutual passion had been ravishment and pain for her. He got up and wordlessly wrapped his kilt around his nakedness, a cold shame biting into his chest.
‘Ailsa I don’t understand,’ he said shaking his head.
She just stood there, looking at him warily.
