Chapter 5: Dunadd

I sat at the fire a while longer, reviewing the past two days and putting off joining the young beauty. I realised I had been very lucky so far. Two men had managed to come within a hundred yards of my camp and if it hadn't been for Kirsty's screams I would have been unaware. I was under no illusions that winning the fight was down more to the fact that they were both drunk and I had taken them by surprise than any prowess I might have.

There was much less guilt about the two deaths than there had been with the first. That could be down to the fact that they were intent on raping Kirsty or my little mind trick could be helping me adjust. I didn't know. What I was clear about was that I needed a lot more luck if I was going to survive long enough to learn what I needed to. Kirsty had told me that it was the year of our Lord 872AD and I wasn't sure what the average life expectancy was during that time but it wouldn't be high.

Just knowing that my theory about being thrown back in time was correct was somehow re-assuring though. I had some definite reference points, something concrete to hold onto. But I knew my squeamishness about stabbing somebody in the back had meant that the first guy had time to rape Kirsty. It had also meant I had to take on the two of them. In future I would have to get over any sense of behaving honourably and just get on with it. I should have crept up quietly and nailed the bastard between the shoulder blades before he knew I was even there. Toughen up to survive I thought.

I was still feeling the effects of the day spent on horseback. My ass and thighs ached terribly and I realised I was very tired too. I was nervous at the prospect of joining Kirsty. I wasn't sure what her expectations were of me but the fact that she had made the bed up the way she had surely meant she expected me to share it with her? Deciding I had put it off long enough I pulled my boots off and stripped down to my boxers. I turned towards the bed and found that she was watching me, a little smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes. In the sunlight of morning I had noticed her hair was jet black and that her eyes were a deep brown.

I moved over to the bed and draped my plaid over the top of the sleeping bag for additional warmth. Kirsty held the covers up to let me slip in beside her and I gulped as I realised she was completely naked. She had obviously not been wearing any panties, I wasn't even sure they were a common thing in this time.

"Scott, are you okay? You're very quiet." She whispered.

"I'm fine, really, just tired and really sore from riding all day. Listen Kirsty, I don't know what you expect of me but I will not try to take advantage of your situation. I will do my best to keep us both unharmed until you can return safely to your father."

"But Scott, my father gave us his blessing. He knows well the danger that I am in and could see the need for me to leave. The poor of this land need to deal with the harsh realities of life each and every day and my going with you was the only option. So, now I am yours, your woman. Do you not find me attractive?"

I was stunned by her revelation and didn't reply right away. Her father had given us his blessing and she was now my woman? What had I got myself into now? The sound of her sobbing brought me back to the moment. She had buried her face into the plaid and was clearly upset.

"Kirsty, what's wrong?" I asked.

"You don't want me." She sobbed. "When I watched you staring at me last night I was sure you liked me. I knew I would need to leave my father's protection and when you turned over I smiled to myself because I thought that there was a chance I could go with you. Now it is clear I was wrong. I'm sorry, I should have known better. Why would you want me, a lowly farm-maid, not even a virgin?"

"Why do you think I don't want you? I'm surprised to be honest. Last night you were raped, I was ashamed that I was looking at you the way I did. Today you seem to be giving yourself to me yet you hardly know me. It's all so sudden and so casual. How can you do that? You don't seem bothered by it at all."

She turned her face towards me and there was a fierce look in her eyes.

"You know nothing about what I am feeling!" she said harshly. "Last night was not the first time I have been taken by my Lord's men. Nor am I the first or last farm-maid to be taken so. It is a fact of life and we learn to live with it. Women of my station have very few choices. Finding a mate as strong and, and as handsome! (she stuttered slightly but said this last almost breathlessly) as you would normally be beyond my dreams I can assure you. Even highborn women have no choice in who they are given to. The reality for me is that I give myself to you or I will likely die quickly."

She looked at me defiantly, as if challenging me to disagree with her.

"You might be overestimating your chances of survival being with me," I responded. "In any event, as I have already said, I will try to look after you without the need for you to give yourself to me. You need have no concern that I will take advantage of you."

"Scott, I do not know you, you're right but I find you pleasing to my eye, intelligent and sensitive. When you turned away last night I knew there was something different about you. I sensed you can be gentle as well as strong and I knew even then that I wanted to be with you. Can you not find it in your heart to like me a little? Even my Lord's men must have found me a little attractive to have carried me off. Can you not also?"

"Ah Kirsty, you are truly beautiful and I didn't realise just how harsh life for you must be. I would be honoured to have you but not because you felt that it was what you needed to do, were obliged to do to survive. Rather I would have it that it was what you wanted to do."

"You fool, you are not listening to me. I have already told you I want you. When my father blessed us you became as good as my husband and I am happy about that. We shall grow to be the closer perhaps? For now, I am offering myself to you. Will you refuse me?"

She raised her hand, placing her palm on my cheek. In doing so she raised the covers and once more I could see her perfect little breasts. I sucked in my breath and turned my head to lightly kiss her palm. I reached for her, putting my arm around her, my hand behind her head and pulled her face to mine, answering her with a kiss.

"I will have you my darling, and consider myself most fortunate."

Our second kiss was deeper, more passionate. I kissed each of her lips softly, nipping them between my own lips before letting my tongue trail lightly across them. I tried to press my tongue between hers and she hesitantly opened to allow me in, moaning quietly as I did so. When I drew back she seemed almost disappointed the kiss had ended.

"No-one has ever done that to me," she whispered. "Again please Scott, kiss me like that again."

I repeated the kiss before moving to kiss and lick down her neck, below her ear. I heard her gasp and continued lower, kissing down the slope of her right breast, licking round the areola and sucking her nipple into my mouth. I suckled gently on her hardening teat and let my hand drop to the other nipple, teasing it to hardness and rubbing across it gently.

Kirsty was moaning constantly now and I continued to pay homage to her breasts for some time before she bucked under me and let out a loud cry. It seemed that I had managed to bring her off just by playing with her titties.

"Well," I thought, "if that's all it takes to get you off you're in for a treat now."

I slid lower, trailing kisses over her stomach and down her abdomen.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, "Scott, what are you doing? Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

As I licked her hard little clit for the first time she stopped asking her silly questions and responded to what I was doing instead. I felt her hands grip my hair painfully as I continued to lick down her slit. She was leaking juices at an incredible rate and I lapped them up as fast as I could, enjoying the tangy taste of her. I began to concentrate on her clit, lashing it with my tongue and grazing it with my teeth.

"Nnnnnnnggggggggg, aaahhhhhhhhhh, nnnnnnnggggggggg." She moaned.

I slid two fingers into her, hooking them upward to find that special spot with the rough surface on the walls of her passage. When I located it I began to rub and tap it gently and she reacted by exploding like a rocket on my face. She thrust her crotch into my mouth and pulled my face tightly against her as she screamed her release.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh, Scott, what are you doing to me, I've never aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhh."

She collapsed back onto the makeshift bed and I continued to kiss her little pussy softly for a few moments before pulling myself up beside her. Before I could wipe my face she grabbed me and planted kisses all over it. Pausing at the taste of herself, she put out her tongue and took a tentative lick.

"Mmmmmm, I taste good don't I? She asked. "What made you think of doing that Scott, I've never even heard of such a thing. It was truly wonderful."

I was impressed at how hotly wired she seemed to be. She had come twice in a matter of minutes and even my limited experience suggested this was very unusual. As she kissed and licked her own juices from my face I felt her hand steal over my chest and down towards where my hard cock was pressing up against the covers. Her fingers found me and wrapped themselves around my shaft. She gasped and sat up quickly, throwing the covers aside.

"St Columba save me! Oh Scott, you are a big man I know but, such a mighty staff, it's like to split me in two. It is bigger than two staffs combined. Oh lord, so big, so very big, so very, very big. Bigger than a bull."

As she whispered this she was moving closer to my cock, almost as if she was worshipping it. I was immensely pleased by her reaction, my ego inflating rapidly. I felt her kiss the shaft and run her tongue the length of me before she rose, flung one leg over me and lowered herself, holding my cock straight up with her hand.