the success of a dominant woman and submissive man as lovers, though his parents hadn’t been wed. Deciding then he wanted that for himself, he’d been disappointed time and time again by women who expected him to demand, to enforce, to take in the bedchamber as he did on the battlefield. They’d never cared enough to ask or even tried to see into his soul and discover his true desires.

Until Lady Janet, in the Stirling Castle hallway. Again by the campfire at Loch Leven, in his bedchamber here at St. Andrews. And now in this sun-drenched sanctuary, at her command, he had not one but two women pleasuring him.

A truly great time to be alive.

He grunted. All the speech he could manage.

Lady Janet laughed and trailed her fingertips down to the small of his back. “I believe that was an answer of sorts. Now, Marjorie dear, kiss his cock. Take the tip in your mouth and give it a little lick. Ah, yes, clever lass. That’s the way…”

He gasped, his hands tightening on his head as Lady Marjorie’s little pink tongue flicked back and forth across the sensitive head of his cock. “God’s blood…”

“Such blasphemy!” Lady Janet teased as she kissed his shoulder, then gently bit it, making him pant. “But you’ve been such an obedient and helpful Beast, and this requires a reward. I know you need to spend soon. Tell me, pet. Should I assist?”

“How?”

Almost idly, she caressed the hard, muscled curve of his backside. “Have you ever been touched here? The way you touched me by the campfire at the loch?”

“No,” he croaked.

“Would you like to be?” she asked softly before going up on her toes and pressing her mouth to his ear. “Would you like me inside you?”

Lachlan shuddered so hard that Marjorie squeaked in protest at the disruption to her play.

“Please,” he said, unashamed to beg for something he’d wanted, something he’d needed, for so long: complete and utter ownership of his body by this woman. “Please.”

“Very well. You’ll feel wetness. My own cunt juices. I’ll start with a fingertip.” Janet kissed his shoulder before peering around it. “Marjorie dear, can you manage two tasks at once? I should like to watch you touch yourself while you suck Lachlan’s cock.”

“My shift is in the way,” said Lady Marjorie uncertainly.

“Do you wish to remove it?”

The younger woman glanced at him and bit her lip. “Um…”

“I know it is awkward to be naked in front of a man for the first time,” said Lady Janet. “But I feel quite confident in stating that my Beast feels as much admiration for your curves as I do. Lachlan?”

“Beautiful,” he rasped. “So beautiful.”

Marjorie blinked in surprise, but moments later she took a deep breath, then tugged her shift over her head and tossed it away. He couldn’t help but stare at the bounty revealed: the soft, rounded lushness of her breasts and belly and hips; the tangle of brown bush covering her mound; the glimpse of delicate pink flesh between her stocking-clad thighs. It would be a fortunate husband indeed who rested his weary head on such fine pillows.

Yet as though the vision of naked perfection on her knees and kissing his cock wasn’t enough to heat his blood to boiling, the next thing he heard was the rustle of fabric behind him and the rubbing of slick flesh. He couldn’t see Lady Janet wetting her finger with her own honey, but he knew the exquisite clasp of that hot cunt, and just the sound of her arousal, her purpose, dampened the end of his cock with seed.

“Are you ready for me?” asked Lady Janet.

Only forever.

“Aye,” he replied. “Please.”

Her fingertips caressed his arse before delving between the cheeks to rim his back entrance, smearing it with her fragrant wetness. Then slowly, so slowly, one finger began to penetrate him. Lachlan groaned at the odd new sensation, the slight burn as she stretched him, the way his body both resisted the intrusion and teased his senses with the promise of a greater pleasure than he’d ever known. “More.”

Lady Janet nipped his neck. “Did you hear that, Marjorie? My Beast wishes for more. Because he has been so obliging, we must grant his request. See if you can take his cock a little deeper in your mouth. Suck a little harder. And do not stop touching yourself.”

His low roar near rattled the furniture in the solar as Lady Marjorie dutifully did as she was bidden, and Lady Janet’s honey-wet finger pressed onward into his arse.

In. Out. In. Out. A rhythm, a friction to steal his wits.

“Can’t…hold on…” Lachlan gritted out, his whole body shaking.

“Marjorie,” said Lady Janet sharply. “Rest his cock between your breasts and squeeze it hard.” As Marjorie obeyed, Janet commanded, “Lachlan, you shall anoint those sweet pink nipples with your seed. Do it. Now.”

With a feral snarl, Lachlan’s back arched, and seed gushed from his cock onto Lady Marjorie’s breasts, covering them in a pearly, sticky mess. The younger woman continued to rub herself frantically between her legs and moments later reached her own release, her sobbing cry echoing in the solar.

When he and Lady Marjorie recovered their senses, and Lady Janet carefully removed her finger from his body, they both looked at her, awaiting their next instruction.

“Lady,” he said uncertainly, sure she must also need release. “You have not…”

“A truth,” replied Janet, stumbling over to the chaise. “Help me undress.”

Even in their post-release lethargy, he and Lady Marjorie obeyed with haste. Soon Lady Janet’s hood, girdle, dark-blue gown, kirtle, and shift lay draped over large floor cushions, leaving her clad in nothing but her stockings.

She arranged herself on the chaise, spread her thighs, and trailed a slow hand down from neck to jutting nipple to glistening mound with its flaming tangle of bush. All he and Lady Marjorie could do was watch, their gazes hungry.

“What must we do?” asked Marjorie in a hushed, reverent tone.

Janet smiled. “Lachlan is going to pleasure my cunt. Aren’t you, pet?”

“Aye,” he said

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