Page 58 of Dorchad

The laird’s gaze grew instantly shuttered. “You claimed thus openly before your tribe?”

Ah, there it was. Fifer had hidden his own penchant for males from his clan, he suspected, and suffered shame over it. He would have to go carefully from here.

“’Twasnae necessary, my lord. Look at me.” He flicked his fingers in a swirl before his face. “I’m neither lad nor lass, yet in some ways both. A wealthy man from outside the tribe came and offered the elders coin for me so I might serve as his bed slave.” He moved his shoulders. “The rest of what happened after that you ken.”

Fifer reached out and put his hand on Kiamh’s shoulder. “You yet desire make your way alone in the world, then, leannan?”

The air between them seemed to tremble as if fearing his answer. When Kiamh looked up into the laird’s crystalline gray eyes, he saw something kind and gentle, almost tender. For a moment it made his hands clench into fists.

Become what he desires.

Kiamh knelt down at Fifer’s feet. “I desire but to adore you, my lord.” He let his voice drop to a whisper before he added, “However you may allow such.”

The laird reached down, but not to draw him to his feet. He fondled Kiamh’s light brown hair, threading his fingers through the curls and caressing his scalp. Then he brought his head forward so that his cheek pressed against the big bulge in the front of his trews.

“Show me how you shall, then, lad,” Fifer murmured.

Kiamh let his hands shake as he released the laird’s laces, and eased down his trews to free his long, thick tadger. He didn’t have to feign his eyes widening; the MacAlen laird had one of the widest shafts he’d ever beheld. When he licked his lips and looked up at Fifer the older man smiled at him.

“Do as you wish,” he told him.

As he pressed his mouth to the laird’s plum-shaped cockhead Kiamh thought quickly of how he should refine his seduction. Only the velvety-soft steel of his thick cock completely distracted him. Could he even take such a monstrous member? His buttocks tightened at the notion, and he slowly engulfed the broad head with his lips, sweeping his tongue lazily over the weeping eye. Relishing the act made it all the more important that he secure his position.

I must bind him to me.

Slowly Kiamh released Fifer’s tadger, and then stood and folded his arms around his waist as he thought of all he’d been forced to relinquish to be with this man. Tears spilled over his lashes as he turned away.

“Forgive me, my lord.” The sob in his voice sounded quite convincing. “The slavers, they wished use me in the same fashion. I ken you’re no’ the same, but...”

“Say no more, lad.” Fifer lifted him into his arms and carried him over to his chair, where he sat with him on his lap. Ignoring his damp erection, he rubbed Kiamh’s arm as he cuddled him close. “I shallnae expect any more adoration, lad. Permit me instead to attend you.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned against the laird’s strong shoulder, his muscles tightening and then loosening as Fifer stroked his big hand over his arm, chest and then his belly. He couldn’t keep his own penis from swelling and rising as the laird rested his hand over the front of his trews.

“Permit me pleasure you?” the laird murmured. When he nodded against his neck he slipped his long fingers into his trews and curled them around his cock. “Look now at how lovely you thicken for me.”

Kiamh glanced down to see Fifer begin slowly stroking his cock from root to tip. It wasn’t how he’d planned to seduce him, but he had to convince the laird that he appreciated the attention.

After I give him what he wants, then he’ll never stop desiring more.

Had any ever touched him with such a gentle yet expert hand? If he’d been tentative it would have been like what he’d done in boyhood with other young druids, but Fifer also knew exactly how to stroke him. The laird watched his face as if seeing his pleasure mattered more than his own. Then he kissed Kiamh’s ear, and began to murmur to him.

“If you desire more of my attentions, then come to my bed chamber at night.” His hand tightened and moved faster. “I shall give you all you want. If you need my hand on your pretty cock, ’tis yours. My mouth as well. If you long to be taken, I shall come into you and stroke you until you spill, and then fill you with my cream.”

The notion of this big, important man offering to be his to command made Kiamh suddenly jerk and jet all over his fingers. Fifer kept gliding his slick hand over his shaft over and again until the last spurt left him.

With trembling hands Kiamh released his trews, shoving them down as he knelt on the floor before the laird, his legs spread and his bare buttocks quivering.

“Please,” he said, not having to feign the breathlessness in his voice. “Take me as your lover, my lord.”

The laird came down behind him, but then turned him over onto his back and hitched his legs up around his hips.

“I want to see your eyes as I take you,” Fifer said, rubbing his cock with his wet hand before working the head into his tight pucker.

Being spread open by the man’s giant cock made Kiamh gasp with delight and dread, for he truly didn’t know if he could take his girth. Then Fifer slowly inched into his opening, pumping slowly to make him take more and more of his thick cock. A moment before his size made it painful he penetrated him to his root, and held himself inside him.

“Dinnae cry,” he crooned, and kissed away the tears sliding down Kiamh’s cheeks. “I shallnae hurt you, leannan.”

He didn’t want him to be gentle, he wanted to be facked hard. Yet making the laird lose his iron-clad self-control might be as entertaining as getting what he truly wanted.