The Glade Ambush

Lorne’s large hand trailed lazily up and down her ribs, tracing the damp, flushed skin of her waist. His chest heaved next to hers in the quiet aftermath of their shared release.

"Aye, that was some fine fucking," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling vibration against her skin. "I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did, love."

Rowena panted, a breathless smile curving her lips. "It was better than I had been led to believe by my mother."

"Well, I wanted it to be good," he said, turning his head to look at her. "Your first time and all. No point in it being painful when, with a little effort and care, you can enjoy it as much as me."

"Oh, husband, it was wonderful. I have never felt such pleasure." She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his limp prick. It was thick, heavy, and slick with the sticky mess of their mixed juices. "Is it always like this?"

"It can be. It is certainly my goal to make it so with you." Lorne chuckled, glancing down at her messy hand. "It might be a little while before the wee laddie is ready for more. You have worked him over very well tonight. We should grab some sleep while we are able."

Rowena shifted closer. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the blunt tip of his cock, tasting her own wetness and his lingering salt, before snuggling into the crook of his arm. "I can hardly wait for the next time," she whispered against his bare chest.

He smiled, pulling her tight against his side and dragging the thick furs over their naked bodies as the fire died down into glowing embers.

They did not wait long. She woke him hours later, her mouth sliding down his shaft, her tongue swirling and sucking over his rapidly rising cock. They consummated their marriage twice more before the morning sun broke through the trees. The first time, Lorne pulled her over his lap, teaching her to ride his thick erection like a horse, her hips bouncing and grinding against his pelvis. The second time, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, parting her thighs and mounting her from behind like a dog. Each brutal plunge was as raw and wonderful as the first. Her marriage had already surpassed every wild expectation she held.

In the days that followed, their secluded camp became a playground for their carnal lust. They stripped away all inhibitions. Rowena watched him stroke his own stiff prick, mesmerized by the way his heavy semen squirted high up his torso when he came. She learned the weight of his balls and the heat of his skin. She used her hands, her bare breasts, her inner thighs, and her wet mouth to draw out his pleasure.

Lorne pushed boundaries she never knew existed. During one frenzied session, as his cock plundered her dripping cunt from behind, he slipped a thick finger into the tight, puckered entrance of her ass. The alien intrusion made her squeal in shock, but the forbidden friction sent her over the edge. She climaxed harder than she ever had in her life, her cunt gushing hot fluids over his driving shaft. Later, Lorne whispered that one day, he would fuck her ass properly. The promise shocked her. The thought of his thick, rigid prick stretching that tiny hole both repelled and fascinated her. Surrendering every part of her body to her husband held a dark, gripping appeal.

Now, lying alone on the furs in the sunlit glade while Lorne was off checking their perimeter, those explicit memories flooded her mind. The air was warm against her bare skin. Her breathing grew shallow.

Her hand trailed down her own body. Her fingers brushed over her left breast, pinching the stiff, aching nipple before drifting down her stomach. She parted her thighs. Her other hand was already waiting between her legs, the fingertips rubbing slick circles over the swollen nub of her clitoris. Her sex was drenched. She slipped two fingers deep into her tight, wet cunt, stretching her own slick walls.

Rowena whimpered, her hips lifting off the furs. She pulled her fingers out, coating them in her own thick juices, and reached back toward the crease of her buttocks. She found the tight ring of her ass and pressed her slippery middle finger inside. The muscle clamped around her digit. She closed her eyes, panting heavily. She visualized Lorne’s massive, rock-hard cock pressing against that same spot, slowly forcing its way inside, stretching her tight orifice wide. The phantom image sent a rush of scalding heat straight to her core. Her clitoris throbbed under her relentless rubbing. Her fingers pumped in and out of her ass and cunt.

Her breath hitched into a high, keening moan. Her hips bucked. A massive orgasm crashed through her body, her internal muscles spasming and milking her own fingers in a blind rush of pure, private euphoria.

"My, my. What have we got here?"

A harsh, deep male voice grated through the quiet clearing.

The euphoric haze shattered instantly. A spike of pure, suffocating terror pierced Rowena’s chest. Her eyes snapped open. She scrambled backward, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. She snatched the heavy woolen skirts, shoving them down her bare legs, and desperately pulled the bodice of her shift over her exposed breasts. She shot to her feet, spinning toward the trees.

"Don't cover yourself up, lassie," a second voice rasped. "We were both enjoying the view."

Two men stepped out from the brush. Rowena knew the faces of the MacKinnon men, but these two were strangers. They were filthy. Their ragged clothes were caked in mud and grease. The first man was pudgy, with dirty brown hair and a thick, solid build. The second man stood to his right. He was cadaverously thin, his scalp balding, sporting a matted black beard speckled with rotting crumbs of old food. The stench of unwashed bodies and stale sweat hit her like a physical blow.

"Who are you?" Rowena demanded, her voice shaking. "What do you want?"

The pudgy man leered, his gaze fixed on her chest. "We are just a couple of lonely men who haven't been with a woman for a while. And you look like you are a little lonely yourself, lassie."

"Nae," Rowena said. She took a slow step backward, her white-knuckled grip twisting her bodice tighter. "I was just thinking of my husband with fondness. I am lonely nary at all."

The men did not stop. They fanned out, advancing on her.

The gaunt man with the dirty beard sneered. He reached down and blatantly grabbed his own crotch, rubbing the rising bulge beneath his filthy breeches. "Aye, well, you may be getting sufficient fucking, lass. But it has been a long time since I sank my cock into anything as bonnie as you."

The explicit threat snapped her paralysis. Rowena turned and bolted.

She lunged toward the tree line, but the heavy fabric of her dress tangled around her ankles. She barely made it five steps before a rough hand clamped onto the back of her stays. A massive yank hauled her backward.

Rowena hit the dirt hard. The impact knocked the wind from her lungs in a sharp gasp. Before she could roll over, a crushing weight slammed down on top of her. The pudgy man pinned her spine to the ground. She thrashed, kicking her legs, but he shifted his heavy knees directly onto her wrists, trapping her arms.

His grubby, calloused fingers dug into her chest. He yanked her stays apart with a brutal tear, exposing her bare breasts to the cold air. He grabbed her soft flesh, squeezing and twisting her tender breasts with malicious, bruising force.

"Stop it!" Rowena screamed, thrashing wildly under his bulk. Her throat burned with fury and rising panic. "You animals! I am the wife of Lorne MacKinnon! You are trespassing on his land!"

The thin man stepped up. He dropped to his knees beside her thrashing hips. He ignored her frantic screams, his hollow eyes flicking from his partner’s rough mauling of her breasts down to her legs. He reached out and grabbed the thick hem of her dress.

With a harsh yank, he hauled the fabric all the way up her bare thighs, exposing her naked sex to the open air.

"What care we whose land we are trespassing on?" the thin man sneered, his gaze locked on her crotch. "We are outlaws anyway. We can expect nothing less than a noose if we are caught." He leaned closer, a sinister, rotting grin splitting his bearded face. "What is one more crime like rape?"