Aardfear The Visitor Ch. 03

Aardfear the Visitor 3

The older Celtic languages (Celtic with a hard K sound, not sel-tic) of Scotland and Ireland are called Gaelic. Irish Gaelic is pronounced, 'Gay-lick.' Scottish Gaelic is 'Gah-lick. No emphasis on either syllable.

There will be some Scottish words in this story, just think, 'Outlander.' I will give you the proper way to pronounce certain names, or explain words you may not be familiar with, beginning with his name. 'Malcolm,' the second 'L,' is silent, so it sounds like 'Malcome,' neither syllable is stressed. 'Aardfear,' from Scottish Gaelic, pronounced Aard-far. 'Aard,' means high, 'fear,' means man. 'High-man,' is he an angel, or a supernatural being from a higher place this 'Malcolm of Aardfar?'

Brae = Hill. Glen = Valley. Laird = Lord. Mairi = A woman's name pronounced Marry, the Gaelic form of Mary.

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Breakfast: Malcolm woke up thirsty and hungry. Given all the energy he'd expended during his long, love making session with Lady Elizabeth it was little wonder he mused. He hurriedly washed her fragrant essence from his own body using the ewer and bowl provided and made his way downstairs. He had no sooner reached the bottom of the grand staircase than he saw Mrs McDonald, the housekeeper. She smiled at him and even blushed a little.

'Good morning, sir,' she said keeping it formal, for appearances sake he presumed. 'You'll be wanting breakfast I expect?' and when he replied that he was hoping that something may be available, she led him back through to the same room where he had dined with Lady Elizabeth and Lady Caroline the night before.

'If you wait here sir, I'll bring you breakfast as soon as I can,' she said. He stepped forward, caught her round the waist and pulled her closer.

'There's no need to be so formal when we're alone Jean,' he said, smiling down at her. She smiled in return but wriggled out of his grasp and stepped back.

'Please Malcolm, not here for god's sake,' she pleaded. 'I have a position to maintain and do not wish to start rumours or to be dismissed by her ladyship. I fear she may be somewhat jealous after last night,' she said looking over her shoulder to check they were not being overheard.

'Last night?' he queried, and she nodded. 'You know?' and she smiled back.

'I am the housekeeper, Malcolm. It's my business to know everything that goes on in this house. I am the first awake, the last to sleep. I know your room was empty long after you supposedly went to bed.'.

'I'm sorry Jean,' he said, feeling just that little bit ashamed of himself, knowing she must be feeling hurt and rejected.

'No need for apologies,' she said, a slight smile on her face. 'I told you already, what my lady wants, my lady gets. I understand completely. Now, I'd better go and fetch your breakfast before you die of hunger... sir,' she added mischievously, with a twinkle in her eyes, and off she went.

It seemed barely moments later when Elizabeth swept into the room, with a maid behind her.

'Ah there you are Aardfar,' she said, reverting to the formal address in front of the maid. 'May I join you for breakfast?' she asked politely, but since it was her house, her food, it was merely a well-mannered courtesy on her behalf.

'I would be honoured m'lady,' he said standing up, acknowledging her presence and status as was only right. She turned to her maid.

'Inform the kitchen that I am here,' she said, and the maid turned and left. She reached across the table and took hold of his hand, smiling affectionately at him.

'I thank you once again for our romantic dalliance last night,' she said quietly. 'I haven't slept so soundly in years, and I woke up feeling wonderfully refreshed, although a little sore from such unaccustomed usage sir.' She laughed, and he smiled in return.

'Your ladyship inspired and spurred me on to greater efforts in our mutual pursuit of happiness,' he whispered across the table.

'I would that we could revisit the scene of our happiness once more,' she said looking into his eyes again.

'Perhaps if m'lady complains of a headache or some such,' he said, thinking quickly as to how they may arrange such a meeting. 'If m'lady retires to her room with strict orders not to be disturbed on any account I may be able to slip into your bedroom secretly... and slip into your ladyship too,' he joked. She actually blushed Malcolm noticed, but her eyes told him she was ready for more wickedness.

'Oh, Malcolm, you take my breath away. Such a bold and impetuous young man,' she breathed, pretending to be scandalised by the very thought, but Malcolm knew it was his proposal that was exciting her all the more.

'Is m'lady's quim moist and eager for more of the same?' he asked being deliberately crude. She nodded.

'It may well be sir,' she half admitted coquettishly, 'but you must seek to discover that for yourself at the soonest opportunity.' Any further flirtatious talk was abandoned, as Mrs McDonald and another two maids brought in a range of breakfast dishes.

After breakfast, her ladyship withdrew leaving Malcolm to temporarily fend for himself. He looked at the range of books on the bookshelf and took one down, not really interested, merely passing the time. He intended leaving a reasonable gap before heading back upstairs to slip into her bedroom again, but his attempts at subterfuge were uncovered my Mrs MacDonald.

'Ah there you are sir,' she declared as she came into the room to tidy away the breakfast dishes. 'Are you going up to visit her lady ship?' she said quietly. 'She doesn't like to be kept waiting,' she said matter of factly.

'I thought her ladyship had a headache or some such, and intended resting,' he said, trying to reinforce the lie and cover up their intended rendezvous. Mrs McDonald laughed quietly.

'Oh, dear Malcolm,' she began, 'in all the years I've been in her service I have never known her ladyship to be "indisposed." The woman has the constitution of an ox.' She looked at him and shook her head. 'Just go, and go now. The earlier you visit her the earlier you can leave and the less chance you have of being discovered if the Laird should return. If you are discovered it will mean death, have no doubt, and a very painful ending Malcolm. I would not have that for you.' He tried to speak but she hushed him.

'I will make sure no maids or retainers are anywhere near m'lady's bedroom, and I will give orders that I am to be informed immediately if the laird's retinue is seen approaching the castle, so I may give you early warning of his return, now go and attend my lady.'

Malcolm thanked and kissed her briefly before leaving her, still clearing away the dishes and making his way upstairs he quickly headed for Elizabeth's room. Still cautious, he checked carefully to see if he was being observed, but saw nobody, and without knocking he slipped into her bedroom and locked the door behind him. She was sitting as he entered, but rose immediately and came to him, into his arms, kissing his lips, caressing his face.

'Unlike last night we may have little time Malcolm,' she whispered in his ear as he fondled and played with her breasts through the fabric of her bodice. She went away from him and sat on the couch and lifted the voluminous fabric and layers of her long skirt. She was wearing white stockings gartered just above her knees which only added to his excitement and fervour.

She wore no undergarments as was the custom in those long-ago times. Now her natural, hairy pussy was on display and immediately available, not only to his eyes, but to his hands, his cock.

'A favour dearest Malcolm, I beg of you,' she said, her voice husky with arousal as he came and sat beside her on the couch. His hand slipped between her legs, feeling the abundant wetness already pooling there. She whimpered helplessly.

'Anything for you Elizabeth,' he said, 'anything my lady desires, name it and it shall be yours,' he promised.

'Last night,' she hesitated, breathing deeply, 'last night you drove me wild with your most... intimate kisses. I have never known... never known the like before. When I remembered... and thought of it this morning... well... I thought I must have dreamed it... please will... will you please... pleasure me the same way again?' Halfway through her request Malcolm knew what she wanted and had slipped off the couch and was kneeling between her outspread thighs.

Seeing her request was about to be granted Elizabeth lay back further on the couch and spread her legs that little bit wider in anticipation. Malcolm grinned up at her from his position on the floor.

'Anything to please my lady love,' he assured her, kissing and licking the soft, soft skin on the inside of her thighs, just two or three inches from her fragrant sex. Her pussy lips leaked and drooled her sexual juices. She was ready, more than ready for another encounter, and Malcom remembered Mrs McDonald's wise words. 'What my lady wants, my lady gets.'

He looked at her for a moment, studying her pussy. A fine natural bush of light brown, curly hair covered her pubic mound. Her labia, well-formed and generous, best described as voluptuous, peeked wetly through the hair. Her inner pinkness just visible.

'Oh, please Malcolm... please... please... touch me,' she half whispered, half groaned, pushing herself higher, offering herself, unashamedly offering him the prize. He sniffed her fragrant cunt and then a little lower, the tip of his tongue parting her nether lips. Elizabeth wantonly pushed herself harder, her hands instinctively reaching down and holding his head as she began to grind herself against the source of her pleasure.

'Dear god Malcolm,' she moaned, 'such depraved bliss... I have never... known... the like,' she moaned, echoing her words of just a few moments before as her hips undulated rubbing herself up, down and across his dear sweet face.

This time Malcolm did not just pleasure her orally, but slipped first one, then two fingers deep inside her cunt, stirring and stretching her a little, delving as deeply as possible into her sensual depths.

Elizabeth was now in a world of her own, all thoughts except the wonderous sensations between her legs were driven from her head as each new sensation drove her harder and wilder toward her climax. Her hip thrusting speeded up, and then realising her orgasm was on its way she reached for a cushion to muffle her ecstatic moans, and Malcolm was left in no doubt whatsoever that she was coming.

Her orgasm broke over her in waves, driving her higher and higher still, then burst forth again and then again leaving her shuddering, trembling with her passions temporarily sated, coming down slowly, fading with each tremor until at last she lay at rest. She laid the cushion to one side, and sat up, holding his face between her hands. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his mouth, licking her own essence from his cheeks and chin.

'You are a wonder darling Malcolm,' she virtually whispered. 'I wish I could let you feel a tenth of the pleasure you have given me with your mouth.' He nodded, standing up and exposed his swollen cock to her. She reached for it, her elegant hand encircling his girth, slowly stroking him playfully.

'Your mouth could give me such pleasure easily m'lady,' he suggested. She seemed perplexed, puzzled until he pulled her head closer and aimed his cock at her face. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, then at his cock, going almost cross eyed as she tried to focus on it.

'Oh, dear god,' she gulped, as realisation dawned upon her, 'depravity upon depravity. No... no Malcolm... I swear... I cannot... do... it,' she protested, and yet her mouth opened wider as Malcom's member touched her lips, and she took him into the warm, wet depths of her mouth. Just the tip, but it was enough, and then she filled her mouth as much as she was able, looking up at him, her eyes wide. She didn't look at all distressed, her hand moving along his length, her grip firmer, no longer playful. She pulled away after a moment or two, removing his cock from her mouth, breathless, her eyes scanning his face.

'Is that good my love?' she asked, gasping for breath, her arousal growing again with every passing moment.

'Absolutely sublime my lady,' he told her, 'but wonderful as it felt I have other destinations in mind for my manhood today.' She nodded, knowing full well what that destination was.

'One more favour Malcolm,' she asked, and in response to his eyebrows raised in silent query, she said. 'Take me from behind again please. I loved it, it was something new to me, and I'd like to try it like that one more time. My husband will never think to partake of me that way. It will be special to you and I Malcolm... very special,' she promised.

Without waiting for his answer she stood up, walked over to the bed and knelt on the edge as she had done the night before. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled.

'Please Malcolm,' she pleaded, 'do this for me. You must leave me I know, but leave me with such fond, loving, memories that last me a lifetime.' He went to her and lifted her dress and petticoats, pushing them up and over her back, exposing her bare bottom, her legs apart, the wetness oozing from her pussy glistening in the morning light flooding through the large windows.

'Elizabeth, my dear lady, I wish it was otherwise and we could revisit these moments daily, but we are not foolish, we know our ways must part. Who knows?' he added, 'perhaps the cardinal will return me to you in due course, but until then...' his words trailed off and he left it unsaid as he rubbed his cock against her opening. He slowly inserted his member between the expectant pussy lips, sinking deeper a little at a time until he was fully seated in her sublime depths. She groaned and pushed back harder.

'Be my stallion Malcolm,' she moaned. 'Ride me, and ride me hard,' she implored him. Malcolm thought there was nothing he would like more, and so he began to ride her. A gentle walk at first and then a trot as he increased the pace. She went right along with him, her enthusiasm apparent in her whimpers and moans, and then it was her who took the lead and increased the pace next, her arousal rising higher, a little out of control, and then they were galloping. All gentleness forgotten in a no finesse, desperate fuck!

'Oh, yes... that's it... ride me, fuck me,' she pleaded, grinding out her words through the haze of pleasure that now flooded her brain making coherent speech harder to form.

'Oh, my dear lord... forgive me... my wickedness,' she wailed before grabbing a pillow once more and burying her face in it to dampen the sounds of her passion as she came.

Her orgasm was explosive, lifting her higher, each wave of sheer, purest, pleasure crashed through her, emanating from her needy cunt, spreading through her body. Soon, far too soon it began to fade, and she thought for a moment it was all over, but Malcolm continued, he was not stopping. It was almost unbearable, she felt... too much... down there, too sensitive almost painful and she pleaded with him.

'Have a care sir... please I can stand it no longer, please... no more,' but Malcolm was not for stopping, not letting up for a second, continuing to fuck her, ride her, and within a few more strokes her momentary concerns were swamped in the resurrected pleasures rising within her again.

'Damn you sir,' she moaned, as she fucked back onto his cock, her actions, her rising enthusiasm at odds with her words. 'You are using me most shamefully... and... oh dear god... I love... it,' she laughed as she impaled herself yet again, and then again.

Malcolm was enjoying his deep immersion in her ladyship's succulent, clinging hole. She was an amazing lover, uninhibited and impatient in her eagerness to be fucked. She was giving her all he realised, no barriers, nothing withheld, opening herself up to these new experiences, enjoying and being enjoyed.

He could tell by her reactions that she was close to coming again, and in truth he was the same. He knew he couldn't hold back for much longer and had no wish to. He wanted this, he wanted to spurt his seed, replenished again after last night's lovemaking, deep into her hole letting her know she had satisfied him as much as he had satisfied her.

He felt the first warning tickle and knew he was almost there. Nothing short of death itself could stop it and now, and he felt it surge the length of his cock, shooting, squirting deep into her body. Mingling his come with her own sexual secretions, her cunt now awash with their mutual body fluids.

It was enough to set her off too as she felt the warm flood deep within her, and her own orgasm took her and shook her. The spasms of pleasure rippling through her pussy sending her over the top. Once more she held the pillow to her face to muffle the screams of ecstasy as her orgasm ripped unchecked through her body like an out-of-control fire.

When it was over, he pulled out slowly, positive that he had given of his best and positive that she had been well and fully satisfied. She knelt there for a moment, and he watched her pussy lips twitch and quiver, and then a slow re-flow as some of his seed spewed back out from between her nether lips. She slowly and stiffly raised herself and stepped of the couch, turning and coming into his arms.

'You were bad to me sir, I should punish you for that' she pouted, 'but somehow in my heart I cannot find it in me to do so,' she laughed.

'Only in your heart?' he teased her. She answered by kissing him, and while they were locked in their embrace, they heard an urgent, insistent knocking on the door.

'Your ladyship, the Laird has been sighted, he will be here directly,' Mrs McDonald called through the door. Elizabeth called back that she would be downstairs and ready to welcome him home very soon.

'Do you think she knows?' Elizabeth asked him fearful of their possible discovery. He nodded.

'I'm positive she does my lady, but she loves you well, and our secret is safe with her. Place all your trust and affection in her, and rest assured, all will remain secret,' he advised. She looked at him speculatively, then slowly nodded, trusting his judgement.

'Go then Malcolm,' she said as she kissed him again. 'I must wash before he returns in case he is eager for me to perform my wifely duties,' she explained as she saw him to the door. She kissed him once more before he opened the door, looked carefully out and made his way back to his own room.

Malcolm washed himself too. Her ladyship's wonderful sexual aroma clung to his cock and balls, damning evidence to any with a sensitive nose, so he washed most thoroughly to remove it.

A little while later Malcolm heard a hubbub in the courtyard. Horses, iron shod hooves clattering on the cobblestones, the loud talking and laughing of men returned home once more. He prepared himself to go down to welcome the laird and going downstairs found himself standing behind servants and retainers gathered round the castle entrance.

He saw the laird dismount and take lady Elizabeth in his arms. He kissed her lips, the same lips that had sucked Malcolm's cock, not more than an hour ago. Malcolm smiled secretively to himself, and then they walked towards the castle entrance, behind them the horses were taken to be fed, watered and stabled, and the clansmen disbanded. They too would be fed before leaving, and then they could return to their own wives and families to prepare for the coming harvest.

As the servants parted to allow the laird and his wife admission to their own home, Malcolm suddenly found himself face to face with the laird, the clan chief, who turned to his wife and asked her.

'And who is this fine specimen, my lady?' his face held no animosity, but no great welcome either.

'This is Malcolm of Aardfar,' she whispered in his ear, 'an emissary sent with dispatches from the cardinal. He arrived yesterday just before noon and is waiting for any reply you may wish to convey to his Eminence once you have read the letter.' He nodded and looked up straight at Malcolm.

'Welcome Malcolm of Aardfar,' he finally said, a small grudging smile on his grim countenance. Malcolm thanked him but said nothing more. 'I shall send for you later after I have rested,' he said, and drawing closer still, voice low, 'once I have read the letter and decided on a reply if any.' Malcolm nodded.

'I shall await your deliberations my lord,' he said, bowed his head, and the laird walked on past, Elizabeth at his side. She did not look back. To all intents and purposes Malcolm was now just a stranger, lodged in their great house for no more than one more night. Malcolm had no doubt he'd be returning from whence he came first thing tomorrow morning.

The sooner he was away the better as far as he was concerned, there was always danger being in the orbit of men such as the Laird. Especially now that he had fucked his lady wife. If the Laird had one suspicion, one whiff of impropriety, Malcom would suffer a long, horrifying death, he had no doubt.

Later that morning Malcolm visited the stables to check on his beloved mare. She whinnied when she saw him and nuzzled his hand hoping for something, but Malcolm had nothing for her.

'She a fine quiet lass,' the stable hand commented. 'She's fit and ready to go. If you are staying much longer, I would suggest taking her out for a little exercise, so Malcolm arranged to take her out that afternoon before returning to the house.

Mrs McDonald came to his room a little later and said the family and a few of his Lordship's retainers would be eating in the main hall, and he should join them.

'I shall not be here much longer Jean,' he told her. 'I think I'll be on my way by tomorrow morning. I would like to see you before I go.' She looked up at him, smiled and nodded.

'I would like that, Malcolm,' she replied. 'God knows there has been little happiness in my life, but you have made it a little more bearable for a brief moment, and I thank you for that.'

Malcolm and Jean agreed to meet later, and then Malcolm made his way down to the great hall. He slipped in through the door behind a servant carrying a tray of food, hoping to remain unnoticed, and took a seat which placed him as far away from the main table as possible. Malcolm knew nobody there. The company seemed to consist of important clan members and allies, twenty or more in number, sub chiefs he presumed. It was a large, powerful clan and a loud, raucous company. It was noticeable that Lady Elizabeth and Lady Caroline were not in attendance in this all-male company.

The meal passed unremarkably for Malcolm, and he managed to slip away unnoticed. Unnoticed, but not forgotten. Later that evening he was once again summoned to the evening meal, and found the company much reduced, consisting of the Laird, Lady Elizabeth, Lady Caroline and the Laird's brother, Rory. The conversation was quite convivial, and more civilised with the ladies contributing a great deal of calm, and lightness.

As the meal drew to a close, the Laird addressed Malcolm personally.

'Stay a while Aardfar,' he requested, although Malcolm knew it was in fact a command. 'I would have words with you,' and Malcolm simply nodded his acquiescence. The ladies took their leave first, leaving Malcolm, the laird and Rory. The Laird stood, indicating that Malcolm should follow him.

A moment later they were in a smaller room Malcolm had not seen before. This was obviously where the laird carried on his business, with papers, books, etc, strewn everywhere. He sat down and invited Malcolm to sit down too, which Malcom did.

'Having read the Cardinal's letter, I have composed a reply. I have no need, I hope, to impress upon you the importance of the utmost secrecy in this matter.' Malcolm nodded his head.

'Certainly not your Lordship, but rest assured, the Cardinal does not lay his trust on his emissaries lightly. I am well aware of the discretion required of me in this matter, and I will guard your letter with my life,' he vowed. Seemingly satisfied, the Laird handed the document, sealed with red wax featuring the Laird's stamp.

'You will be on your way in the morning I trust,' the laird said. It was a command not a question as such, but Malcolm knew he had been dismissed and stood up to leave.

'Yes m'lord,' he answered, 'I have a long journey ahead of me. I wish you goodnight then,' and left the room. Outside the door Malcolm let out a sigh of relief and made his way back upstairs to his room. He packed what little belongings he had into his saddle bags, ready for departure in the morning.

He was desperate to be away, the atmosphere in the castle had changed with the return of the Laird. Maybe it was Malcolm's conscience bothering him after fucking the Laird's wife, the lovely Elizabeth, the grand lady of the castle, or a little touch of fear that somehow their liaison may have been discovered and reported. He wouldn't feel entirely safe until he was well out of the clan territory.

As he was thinking all these thoughts, he heard a light tap on the door, and the door opened and Jean entered. He stood up immediately and took her in his arms. She smiled up at him as he kissed her.

'You are leaving in the morning I believe?' she said, and he confirmed that was the case. 'Give me a little time until the castle settles down for the night, and if you still wish it, I'll come to you,' she promised.

'Yes Jean,' he replied, 'I can think of nothing better than being with you, even if only for a short while.' She kissed him lightly again and left him to his own devices, promising to return as soon as possible. He lay down up on the bed, and despite his worries fell asleep for a short while. He had not slept very long the night before thanks to his time spent with lady Elizabeth, and it was beginning to tell.

'Malcolm... Malcolm... waken up,' he heard as if from a distance, and then he was fully awake, with Jean leaning over him. He reached up and pulled her down onto the bed, rolling her over onto her back, making her laugh.

'Thank you for coming back Jean... I must have fallen asleep, but I'm fine now.' He kissed her, and she kissed him back, with him caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She sighed contentedly.

'Mmm, that feels good Malcolm,' she breathed quietly, and then she sat up abruptly, unlacing her bodice, freeing her breasts from their confinement. She slipped out of bed and began to divest herself of her clothing, Malcolm did likewise and then both naked they climbed back onto the bed, embracing feverishly. Malcolm had taken a moment to look at her in all her naked beauty.

With her long dark hair loose and hanging around her shoulders, her breasts, full and firm, dark areolae and pert nipples she radiated a complete womanly beauty and attraction that no man could have resisted. Malcolm had no intention of resisting as he glanced at the triangle of dark hair, concealing her labia

They both got back on the bed again, meeting in the middle, both eager to consummate their growing arousal. They kissed, their hands exploring, Malcolm's hand brushed through the dark, curly hair of her pubes, combing the luxuriant growth and found her pussy lips. Her excitement was already evident, leaking in wet profusion, and his fingers slid between her labia, sinking deep, then deeper still, making her gasp and moan with delight.

After a few minutes of fondling and finger fucking, with Jean stroking along the length of his cock in return, they both lay down. He switched some of his attention to her breasts. They were of a medium size, pleasing to his eyes, a nice handful, and his hands made good use of that fact. Her nipples were hard and erect with arousal, and he began to feast on them kissing and sucking. Jean writhed on the bed, the pleasure his fingers and mouth were inflicting was raising her to levels of arousal she had never known, and she was helpless to halt the quivering and trembling of her legs and body as these feelings grew ever stronger.

Jean lay there, not inactive, but helpless before the feelings that were sweeping over her. Her breasts were sending messages to her pussy, preparing it for what was to come, but even in her wildest dreams Jean had no inkling of just what was going to happen. She felt him leave her breasts, kissing lower, his fingers between her legs slipping back and forth bringing her to new heights of delirious pleasure as he kissed lower and yet lower still.

'Oh, god, what was he doing,' she thought and looked down towards where he was. He was lying between her legs now, still touching her, but looking intently at her... down there!

'Please Malcolm,' she pleaded, 'don't look at me... there... it's so shameful... please stop looking... so ugly... dirty.' He looked at her smiling and shook his head.

'No Jean, it's beautiful, you are beautiful, how can something created by god be considered ugly... you are mistaken,' he declared, trying to reassure her. 'Now that you know how good it feels, be proud, and never think it is dirty,' he continued making her feel a little better. 'It would only be, "dirty" if you didn't wash it, but I know you have washed recently, within the hour, so I'll not hear that it's dirty.' He could see by her doubtful expression that she was still not convinced.

'I'm going to show you how dirty I think it is,' he said, and as she watched in growing horror, his face drew even closer to her sex. She tried to shut her legs to prevent him looking any more, but it was impossible with him so close now, and he quite deliberately and firmly pushed her thighs wider, exposing her even more and then... and then he was kissing and sucking her sex.

All her protests, shame, and embarrassment disappeared with that first contact. His mouth on her sex was giving her undreamed-of pleasure, and all she could think of was that all-encompassing, wonderful, feelings spreading out from her centre.

'Oh, my god Malcolm... what are... you doing to me?' she moaned as she thrust her pussy up harder against his face in response... his wonderful, face, she looked down, shocked... amazed, his eyes watching her, and then she could no longer look. Her eyes closed as the sensations between her legs grew, stronger, more insistent, demanding her complete attention there, at her core, and then she felt it coming. She cried out, moaning helplessly as the waves of purest, undeniable pleasure lifted her higher draining away the sense of shame, embarrassment, replacing it with a grateful, delighted euphoria that seemed to permeate her entire body and mind.

When she was done Malcolm crawled back up the bed and took her in his arms again. Her breathing was beginning to come back to normal, and she was slowly calming down. She opened her eyes and looking at him adoringly.

'What have you done to me?' she whispered, but not in a bad way. Her smile and the look in her eyes told him she was happy. 'I would never have believed it possible... never thought... imagined such things... in my life before.' Malcolm laughed.

'Never imagined such a dirty thing Jean?' and she shook her head, laughing.

'Never,' she replied breathlessly. 'I see now... it's a beautiful thing... a loving thing... not dirty... not dirty at all,' she conceded, and then. 'Your face, your chin, it's all wet, was that me?' and without waiting for a reply, she kissed him again. 'You taste funny,' she smiled knowing she was tasting herself, 'and you smell funny too.' Now it was his turn to laugh.

'Make love to me... please,' she said very quietly, stroking his cock, her mood seeming to change. 'I have to be up early, and although I feel as if I want to stay in your arms and bed forever, time will not allow it so.'

Malcolm quickly hoisted himself up, moving over between her legs and let her take charge as she held him in her hand, rubbing his swollen knob against her pussy lips. She held him there; his weapon aimed directly at her opening and pushed herself up and onto it. She groaned as she felt her labia forced apart, and then he added his contribution by pushing down, dropping lower. Her pussy gave it up then, and opened, welcoming him inside where the warmth and the wetness covered and sucked at his length.

'Oh Jean, my bonnie Jean,' he half whispered, half groaned as he felt her pussy envelop him, completely. 'It's good to be here again, between your wonderful legs,' and she nodded vigorously.

'Yes... my love,' she returned, 'it is good... it's the best. You... make me feel... like a... like... a... queen... not a lowly house servant anymore,' she moaned a little as she said it. His movements within her were churning up the same pleasures and emotion as before. She moved against him, her hips undulating sensuously, driving herself onto his cock repeatedly, searching for her promised reward.

It wasn't long in coming, and although Malcolm was taking it easy, building her slowly, 'making love,' rather than going at it without restraint, it was Jean who began to move faster, losing control as the powerful feelings within her pussy drove her on more rapidly.

'Oh, Malcolm, my lord... I feel it coming again,' she groaned almost silently into his ear as she lost control completely, driving her pussy frantically against his invading member. Her orgasm was big, long, drawn out and totally debilitating. She reached new levels of arousal, her body shaking and trembling as if having a seizure, her mind totally numb to everything but the earth-shattering pulses of energy surging into and from her. The ultimate pleasure in her body, between her legs that reached its final release when she felt his seed gush and spurt from his cock deep into her love nest.

Malcolm too felt the searing pleasure in his cock as it pulsed and spewed his come into Jean's hole. She reacted wildly on feeling his emissions, by fucking his cock even faster until she peaked, higher still and then slowly drifted back to earth with each wave of pleasure growing weaker until at last there was nothing left except the happiness, the afterglow of pleasure that calmed and pacified her, body and mind.

He lay there atop her for what seemed a long time, but just a few moments in real time. He slowly rolled from her, his cock quickly softening in the aftermath of their mutual passion.

'That was so good my darling Jean,' he whispered in her ear as they lay arm in arm once more, 'so, wonderfully good.' She smiled at him lovingly

'Kiss me Malcolm, as if... as if you truly love me,' she said, then added. 'You must go in the morning. I will make sure you have a good breakfast to sustain you on your journey.' He tried to speak then, but she hushed him by placing a finger across her lips.

'I will sleep here, if you will have me, like a true wife with my husband for the rest of the night, for I know in my heart and soul I will never know such a thing again. Humour me Malcolm... please,' she said, her words tearing at his heart and emotions.

'I will Jean,' he said, and they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Hours later, Jean wakened slowly and gently extricated herself from Malcolm's embrace. The dim light of a new morning in the sky. She silently dressed, and leaving Malcolm's room she returned to her own quarters where she washed and readied herself for the new day.

An hour or so later she returned and woke Malcolm with a kiss. He tried to pull her down onto the bed, but she eluded his grasp.

'Rise Malcolm,' she chided him, 'It grieves me so... to see you leave. You will always be in my prayers and my heart, but now we must part, so arise and be on your way,' and she gently kissed his lips with great affection, then turned and hurriedly left the room, hiding her tears.

Malcolm dressed, then gathered his clothing and belongings, packing them away in the saddlebags. He took one last look around the room to check he had left nothing behind and closed the door behind him for the last time.

As he made his way to the grand staircase, he heard a noise, it was a small sound but in the quietness of the house it was unmistakeable. Another door opening, in the family wing of the house and Elizabeth appeared walking towards him. They met at the top of the stairs and just looked at each other for long moments.

He smiled, then made his grandest formal bow, she smiled in return.

'I came to say goodbye Malcolm of Aardfar,' she said gently and quietly. 'We shall never forget you, Mrs McDonald and I,' letting him know that she knew, or at the very least suspected his double liaison with her housekeeper.

'Yes, I knew,' she laughed, 'but how could I grudge her the happiness you have brought us both. She has had a hard life, she deserves better. She is loyal and true to me; you said just yesterday that she loves me. I know this well, and I have great affection for her too. We shall sustain each other in our mutual loss, I am sure.'

'My lady, you have a good... nay, a great heart. I would beg a favour of you,' she nodded assuring him that if it was within her powers, it would be granted.

'I ask only that when it becomes apparent that Jean is with child, you do not cast her nor the child out but sustain her and keep her by your side always,' he said. She nodded although looking somewhat surprised.

'I will, I promise Malcolm,' she swore, 'but how can you know such a thing?' He smiled at her again.

'I know the same way that I know the Laird shall have his heir, his longed-for son,' he confided. Lady Elizabeth's hand flew to her mouth and throat.

'It cannot be Malcolm... I am barren... I have long known it,' she said, her voice hushed, but he shook his head. 'I'm too old,' she said bitterly, a note of despair in her voice and again Malcolm shook his head.

'You are still young my sweet Elizabeth,' he reminded her, 'still of child-bearing age and you shall have a son in the springtime.' He drew a little closer, almost whispering now, 'this I promise.'

'Yours?' she hardly dared breathe, and he nodded. 'I pray it may be true,' she said, her mind full of conflicting emotions, the chief amongst these happiness and delight. 'Jean's too?' she asked, and he nodded.

'Then my promise to look after Jean shall be doubly honoured,' she promised. Then looking about her she indicated they should go down the staircase. They entered the room where they had dined just two nights before whereupon she rang the small brass bell. A few moments later Jean entered the room looking a little surprised to see her ladyship. She bowed her head a little

'Jean,' she began, 'have the kitchen prepare a substantial breakfast for Malcolm. He has a long journey ahead of him today.'

'Yes m'lady,' Jean answered and left to follow her ladyship's orders. As soon as the door closed Elizabeth threw herself into his arms.

'One... one brief parting kiss Malcolm,' she said, giving him her lips and tongue. She clung to him for a moment then parted reluctantly, opening the door again to observe propriety. It was inadvisable, scandalous to be in a shut room with a virtual stranger, and they both knew it. They sat apart, keeping themselves, 'right,' in the eyes of the world should any see them in the room.

After breakfast Malcolm went to the stables and told the groom that he would be leaving shortly and to prepare his horse, slipping him a few coins for his efforts, then he returned to the castle to say his farewells.

Elizabeth met him in the hallway and wished him well and a safe journey. It was all show for anyone watching, the servants, retainers, onlookers. They had already said their real goodbyes, and then Elizabeth turned her back and walked away as if he meant nothing when in fact, he meant everything and her heart was breaking.

Jean too came and wished him well and a safe journey. There was no outward display of affection, but their words were affectionate. Unheard by others, but most affectionate.

Malcolm mounted his horse, and looking back at Jean standing in the doorway waved goodbye once, then out through the castle gate and was gone. Although he hadn't reacted, he had seen Elizabeth at an upstairs window watching him leave, he had looked at her and bowed his head slightly acknowledging her small wave.

Later that day, Malcolm passed through the small village with no name where he had stayed overnight on his way to the castle. Once again Malcolm stopped there and was fed by Mairi who was delighted to see him. Her husband she informed him had not come home from the raid. His body was left where he and two had fallen as they were forced to retreat from an ambush. She could only hope that their enemies had at least given him a Christian burial.

When it finally came time for him to leave and resume his journey, he was not alone. The beautiful, red haired Mairi sat behind him, a small bundle of her belongings tied across her back. Her house, her rustic village life abandoned, and the horse double laden.

Her friend Kirstin, tears in her eyes wished her good fortune and happiness and watched as her lifelong friend rode away with Malcolm of Aardfar. They stopped and turned at the top of the ridge leading out of the glen. Mairi waved and then they were gone.

He had promised he would come back for her, and he had kept that promise. They were married less than a month later in Paris where Malcolm had returned to resume his position within the cardinal's service. The rest is lost to history.