Gifted

Carriage

They sat in the covered carriage as it ascended to the castle. Magnus refused to have anyone else ride with them. Enough of their privacy was already being trod upon tonight. Fifteen people, including a giddy Elizabeth, squeezed into the procession of three carts behind them. Magnus forbade any more observers from the village than that.

Alina sat straddling Magnus's lap and had already removed her garters, shoes and stockings. She was unwinding the ribbons from her plaits while he undid the ties at the sides of her bliaut. She sighed in relief when the bliaut was finally loose enough to shimmy up and over her head.

Magnus covered her hands with his when she started trying to pull the kirtle off, too. He seemed enthralled by the pink material. She made a sound of frustration but decided to shift focus on getting him naked instead. While he brushed fingers up and down the lambswool sleeves covering her arms, she worked on getting his sporran off. She pushed her hands inside his gray coat and he assisted by leaning forward and shrugging it off. His belt came next. She then slid to the floor of the carriage to help him remove boots and long socks.

Alina asked, "Magnus?"

He was distracted, twining strands of her hair around his fingers, but he eventually responded with, "Hm?"

She continued, "What ye did this morning. With yer mouth. On my..."

His fingers stopped twining and he said, "Quim."

"Quim," she repeated, enjoying the shape of the word. "I think I should be able to do that to ye. Til ye finish. Tis only fair."

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat cushion, seeming to argue with himself.

She placed her hands on his knees and slowly pushed them up under his plaid and along his hairy thighs. It got warmer and warmer as her hands drew to center. He grabbed her wrists through the wool before she could arrive at her desired destination. She blew her hair out of her forehead and sat back on her heels, vexed.

"I want to see yer face," she said simply. "When I give ye pleasure, I want to see ye. Ye were behind me last night and this morning we got interrupted before we could get to ye."

He tipped her chin up to capture her gaze and said firmly, "Yer pleasure was mine, love. Even when I had yer mind blocked. Ye don't havetae return the favor. Ye did me the favor by letting me taste yer nectar. I'd have that on my tongue as often ye'd let me."

The combination of his deep voice and sweet words were making it hard for her to think clearly. Again. But she determined to have her way. She focused her mind on his.

"I want to do this, Magnus," she said. "For me. I want to taste ye, too."

"Alright," he finally said. "But we get ye off the hard carriage floor first."

She let him guide her back onto the seat. Then he took off his plaid and folded it into a cushion which he put on the floor between his feet. This left him in just his long tunic. It covered his lap but she would soon remedy that. Alina sank to her knees onto his makeshift cushion and eased the linen up to his waist.

The closed carriage curtains allowed just enough of the fading sun in to let Alina study the shaft jutting up toward her from a nest of dark bronze hair. She then added gentle explorations with fingertips, paying particular attention to the underside as it led to the pendulous weights at the base his manhood. She pressed her lips to that base then kissed up and down his length. The sensation of velvety skin laid over warm, thrumming iron utterly beguiled her.

She encircled the base with her hands then met his eyes, urging him to see how much she delighted in his body. Then, still holding his gaze, she opened her mouth and applied suction over the tip of his cock. His strangled groan sent a shiver through her. She wanted to take more of him in her mouth but his girth was such that she worried she'd scrape him with her teeth.

Show me how to take you in, Magnus, she pleaded with her mind.

"Stick out yer tongue, love, and open wide," he strained.

When she still looked concerned, he took one of the hands she'd wrapped around his cock and demonstrated. Lips still on his tip, she studied how his mouth and tongue fitted over three of her fingers and sucked. An eager student, she copied his movements, stroking her tongue under his shaft, making slurping noises as she sucked and bobbed her head up and down on him. She tried to take in more and more of him with each pass but started gagging and partially backed off to reconsider strategy.

Nay! She thought, eyes flashing, when Magnus reached a hand down to try to ease her back. Help me take more of ye. I want to take all of ye. Tell me what to do.

He kissed the palm of her hand fervently, pressed it against his jaw and gasped, "It's so good. Ye're so good, Alina."

Narrowing her eyes at him before deciding to figure it out for herself, she focused attention on her hand closed around the base of his shaft. Moving it in tandem with her mouth helped her feel less intimidated by his length. She eventually figured out that a little gagging helped slicken the inside of her mouth and throat so she could take more of him. He started nudging his hips toward her and she looked up to see him with his eyes squeezed tight and arms braced hard on either side of the carriage. He was muttering a litany of curses and praises and, sometimes, sheer nonsense. Satisfaction surged. She loved having this effect on him. She loved seeing him lose himself to pleasure in this way.

She'd only just figured out how to relax the back of her throat when Magnus roared and, frenzied, thrust himself into her face repeatedly while still gripping the carriage walls. Alina braced her hands on his thighs. Surges of salty warmth filled her mouth and Alina laved the substance around his cock. His hips left the seat entirely before he collapsed back down, withdrawing his shaft from her mouth. Bereft of him, she swallowed what he'd left behind.

Her jaw was sore from stretching wide open for that length time but Alina was rather pleased with herself. She looked up at Magnus and her heart melted at his dazed expression. She crawled up into his lap, picked up the plaid from the floor and spread the wool over them. His arms reflexively wrapped around her. Night had fallen around the glen and the December wind was seeping in through warmth of their carriage.

Alina didn't realize she'd fallen asleep until she woke to the sensation of callused fingers probing gently between her thighs. She rolled her hips in encouragement and nuzzled her face into Magnus's chest. It was too dark to see anything so she didn't bother opening her eyes. She bathed in other sensations: the heat and musk of her husband's body, the chill air pressing in from outside their woolen nest, the rumble of the carriage wheels, the earthy remnant of his seed on her tongue and, most of all, the contrast between the strength of his hand and the sensitivity with which it plied her womanhood.

"Christ, yer tight," he murmured. "I'm gonna make sure ye feel good, love, but there'll be pain first."

"I ken," she breathed, clinging to his neck. "It'll be worth it."

He probed shallowly at her opening, stretching with one then two fingers, while his thumb circled and teased the nub at the top of sex. She tried not to wince when he added a third finger but he backed off anyway. Probably no point in hiding anything with neither of them blocking his true sight.

"We're almost at the castle," he said. "I'll carry ye straight tae the bedchamber and tuck ye in under the covers before anyone has a chance tae ogle ye. We'll keep the ritual short."

"Ten minutes," she gasped as he hooked his fingers in a particularly stimulating manner.

He reassured her, "We can do anything we want with each other after."

This time she could only nod as gratified convulsions seized her body.