Highland Wench

The Scribe rode through the gate of Raven's Roost a citadel high on the slopes of Glenfruin, a summer lodging for the Clan Straith.

It was early spring and only the advanced party had arrived, the main party would arrive in a few weeks bringing with it the large herds of beasts to graze on the lush mountain vegetation.

Lachlan had already brought up a few choice fillies that he was setting the stallion to, ready for them to go out on the hills once they were impregnated.

A small group of the serving wenches had gathered on the fence of the pen that housed the horses, giggling and pointing at the large phallus that hung between the stallions legs as it sniffed the mares hind quarters.

As one of the mares stood, the stallion took the opportunity and mounted it, thrusting its elongated cock into the mare which squealed at the sensation of the bulbous head entering her.

Shrieks of laughter came from the maids, earning them a dirty look from Lachlan who had taken months to get the mares ready to be sired and was in no mood to have the process disturbed by a bunch of wanton harlots, which he made plain as he chased them off swearing at them.

They ran off pulling their tartan skirts up and waving their naked behinds at him "Take me Lachlan, show me your hard cock" they teased.

One of the wenches noticed The Scribe on his horse and gave him a cheeky grin before flashing her behind at him.

"Fuckin hell" moaned Lachlan "It's the time of year! They are all in heat, if only the mares were as slutty as that lot!"

The Scribe gave him a wry smile and a nod of his head as he guided his horse to the stables.

In his chambers The Scribe had thrown off his cloak and riding gear, dropping them on the chair by the bed along with his saddle bags. By the door he dropped his long brown boots that were clarted in mud from the ride up the glen.

At his desk sat a large comfortable chair that was positioned so he had a good view down the glen, standing at the window he could watch the comings and goings in the courtyard as well as Lachlan caring for his horses in the pen.

He lent against the windowsill stretching out his legs to get the tightness out of them from the long ride. He heard the door clunk open and one of the maids backed in carrying a large bowl of steaming water for him to wash himself in, he knew it would be too hot to wash in so turned back to the window letting the maid set out the bowl and wash gear on the bench in the corner turret.

Closing his eyes he let his mind reach out feeling the breeze carrying the scent of the fresh heather up the glen, the call of the buzzards soaring in the sky, stags on the hillsides called to their hinds and the sounds of life in the castle as it was woken from it's winters slumber.

He gave a slight gasp of pleasure as he felt the back of his kilt move and a cool hand wrap around his manhood giving it a squeeze which started the blood pumping into it.

He didn't turn round, only spread his legs a bit further allowing the hand to stroke his hardening cock, fingertips traced the paths of the engorged veins, stroked his balls and pulled back his foreskin so they could tease the tip of his cock.

Now he felt a warm pressure against his back as the maid lent against him reaching around with her other hand and slipping it into his shirt to run her fingers through the hairs on his chest. Her pelvis rested against his hip pushing rubbing against the bunched material as she pleasured herself.

The Scribe could imagine her naked pussy under her skirt being rubbed by the course woollen material slowly swelling and dampening.

"OUCH!" her fingers had found his nipples and had given one a twist "you little bitch!"

The Scribe spun round catching her by the throat, for a moment there was panic in her eyes as his strong hand clamped around her windpipe.

As her head tilted back in his grip, her red hair slipped away from her face and The Scribe saw that it was the wench from the courtyard who had earlier flashed her naked rump at him.

His grip loosened slightly on her throat as he pushed her backwards against the desk.

Feeling his grip relax, her look of panic changed to a knowing smile and her hand slipped under his kilt once more feeling how hard his cock had become giving it another squeeze caused him to moan and slam her back so her bum rode up onto the desk knocking papers and pens onto the floor.

While one hand remained around her throat, his other travelled under her skirt running up the inside of her thighs, sending a shiver of pleasure through her, before it came to the damp folds between her legs.

This time it was her turn to moan as his fingers first traced the outline of her lips before parting them slightly on their quest to find her clit.

When the pad of his thumb pressed on her delicate nub she opened her mouth to moan but was cut off as his mouth closed over hers, his tongue circling her lips as her tongue rose up to meet his.

His hand slipped from around her throat to the back of her head, grasping a pile of her red locks, pulling them tight and pulling her head into his kiss.

The kiss was hard and savage, each of them trying to champion the other in the lust fuelled entwining of their tongues.

Pulling on her hair he dragged her head back, breaking the kiss, "you fucking wanton bitch, how long have you been craving a good cock?"

She just smirked at him as his hand tightened in her hair pulling her head back exposing her throat and pushing her chest upwards.

Using his hips he spread her legs so that he stood between then, his hand came out of her folds and now clawed open her bodice, pulling her tits out, her nipples hard and erect.

Between her legs she could feel his manhood pushing against the material of his kilt and her skirt as it probed towards her hot cunt, she tried to push back against it rubbing her pussy against the bulge in the material which became damp with her own juices.

"Stop it you sex craved bitch!" he ordered yanking her head further back so she fell back to lay on the desk, legs hanging over the edge. His hand gripped one tit and gave it a crushing squeeze before slapping the nipple.

The pain brought tears to her eyes as she screamed in both pain and pleasure at his calloused hands rough treatment of her delicate flesh.

He grasped her other tit and pulled it up to his mouth, his tongue tracing around the areola and leaving damp traces over the nipple which he then blew on, chilling the tip before biting it sending another wave of sharp pain and pleasure coursing through her.

Her moans became louder and her thrusting more impassioned "uuhhh FUCK me!" she groaned.

His hand slapped the side of her face "you don't get to tell me what to do Harlot" he whispered into her ear as his hand went around her throat again "I'll fuck you when I know you good and ready to be taken."

Undoing his belt he looped it around her neck and through a loop on the far side of the desk pulling her head back so she could not see him, this left her spread across his desk her breasts rising and falling as she panted for breath and her legs hanging over the opposite edge. He pushed her arms out so she could grip the sides of the desk leaving her exposed and at his mercy.

Still she could feel his hard phallus pressing between her legs as now both hands played with her tits, teasing, licking and biting, she never knew what sensation she would experience next.

All the time her mound rubbed against his bulge soaking both her skirt and his kilt in her juices.

'Finally' he stepped back and lifted her skirt, pushing it up around her waist, the cool air from the window chilling the dampness on her crotch, sending little shivers though the flesh.

Now he started to torment her cunt, tracing the folds with his fingers and tongue, spreading her juices over the sensitive flesh of her mound, using it's lubrication to slip a finger in her arse which earned another moan and the bucking of her hips against his face.

But he would always pull back just at the key point, just before she went over the edge of ecstasy.

"Pleeeaase FUCK me!" she moaned as she thrashed back and forth on the desk.

Then it all stopped.

He had moved away from her "Nooo" she cried "Please I need it, I need you in me"

There was a rustle of material and the clunk of metal hitting the floor moments before she felt his hairy legs against the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs.

Then his cock pierced her opening travelling long and hard into her pussy which quivered at the sensation of his veiny cock ripping into her, its course texture sending shocks of ecstasy through her quim as he drew it out then pushed it back in. Her juices coated it's length, leaking out to soak his balls as they slapped against her arse.

The wave came rolling over her as her climax was finally released sending a hedonistic sensation through her, her eyesight dimmed as the blood pounded in her ears and the breath caught in her throat.

"Aaaaah" her pussy walls gripped his shaft clamping around the ridges as his veins pumped more blood into his shaft engorging it even further.

He yanked his length out of the grip, leaving a trail of juices dripping over the floor as her pussy tried to squeeze the now missing shaft.

His hand reached over her, releasing the belt and dragging her up by the hair, he flipped her over so her tits were now squashed against the papers on his desk which were already crumpled and stained from her sweat and juices.

With one hand still in her hair, the other smacked her arse, "there's a good mare, are you ready to take the Stallions cock?"

Her mind flicked to the great length that they had laughed about when they had been sat around the pen.

"Yes please Sir I want to feel your hot stallion cock take me like the mare I am"

This time her pussy was willing and open to take his length which he pushed in so that his balls were hard against her lips, he held it there only making small movements which sparked her nerve endings as the tremors in her pussy walls started to build again.

Now he rode her hard, thrusting deep into her, her juices squirting out with every push, her musk mixing with the scent of his fresh sweat, filling the chamber with the smell of their sex.

As her climax rose again he used some of the juices to lubricate two fingers which he slid into her arse sending her over the edge, bucking against him as she felt his hot seed pump deep into her filling her and mixing with her own juices.

Collapsing on top of her he twisted her head so he could kiss her hard "There's a good girl" he praised.

Extracting themselves from the crumpled mess on the desk, he led her to the corner turret, where he gently traced the curve of her neck with his fingers, undoing what was left of her clothes and taking a cloth of warm water, bathing her body tenderly.

He allowed her to do the same to him before they took to the bed holding each other in the post coital warmth touching and stroking each other in their sexual high.