Deepest Betrayal

Passion in the Woods

          Blair stirred and stretched, reaching her hands over her head as she yawned.She reached out to place her hand on Camilla's lap and her hand hit empty air. This startled her as she could have sworn she had fallen asleep with her head resting against her shoulder. She looked around the carriage and saw that she was indeed alone inside. She began to feel a slight tremor of fear rise up before she quickly tamped it down. She was no shivering, fragile damsel in distress damn it. These new feelings of fear and uncertainty would not do, and were most unwelcome. She put her hand on the door of the carriage and pushed, but it didn't budge. She pushed harder, but it still wouldn't open. She slid to the other side and again found it wouldn't budge. 

   "LET ME OUT," she screamed, " LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!", and began kicking at the door with her feet.

     "Ack, settle yourself down in there. Duncan gave us orders to guard this carriage while the remaining man scout the forest. We are under strict orders to not let ye out til his return!" screamed the one currently barring the left door. 

   " Aye," chimed in the other guarding the right door, " We'll not be losing our head because we didn't follow orders, lassie, best you get comfy til your man comes back." 

   Blair was getting frustrated and what's more she felt a sudden familiar pain in her abdomen. She really needed to go. Surely, they didn't expect her to wet herself, did they?

   " Look, if you don't let me out right this very second I am going to piss all over your precious Duncan's red fox fur seats. Which do you think he'd be more mad at? You letting me out or smelling soured piss for the next three to four days?" 

      Blair heard muttering back and forth as the guard debated what exactly should be done. 

   " I'll give you til the count of five and then I'm letting loose... 1...2...3...," she stopped as the door was yanked open and a very angry Duncan glared in at her.

     " You piss on my seats and I'll ram the biggest branch I can find right up your ass!"

 Blair just smiled and flounced down from the carriage and into the woods, looking for a decently concealed spot to relieve herself. She turned when she heard a twig snap and inwardly groaned. Of course the brute would have followed her. 

     " Are you kidding me? Are you planning on watching me piss now? I think it's obvious I'm not going to run away. Wouldn't do me much good to even try." 

      Duncan laughed, " No I won't watch you relieve your self but I am going to be near by just in case you need me, by the way there's a relatively large bush about five steps ahead, behind it is a log that makes it more comfortable to as you so eloquently put it let loose." 

     Blair stuck her tongue out at Duncan but walked towards the bush nonetheless, hiking her skirts up and sitting on the log. She looked up and let the gentle rain fall on her face as she went. She quickly finished and walked up to Duncan. 

    "Better?." he asked and she shook her head yes. He reached his hand towards her and she only hesitated for a minute before she took it. He drew her close and tucked her under his arm. 

   " Tonight will be the first night we share a bed, Blair," he said and she could hear a slight tremor in his voice. She pulled away aghast. They had not said their vows and he expected her to lay with him in the same bed. Her heart raced. Tis was a sin! She could not act as his wife without facing eternal damnation.He lowered his mouth to her ear, his voice husky and laced with desire. 

    "Fret not, I do not plan on having my way with you on the cold ground, even if our bed will be of the softest furs, nah I plan on bedding you proper," he whispered and licked her neck, " but be warned, Princess I sleep in the nude, and I do not intend to be left cold and alone."

     Blair shivered, the sudden image flashing before her eyes sending a flame licking through her and a sweltering heat began to pulse between her legs. Heaven help her, but she did not find the thought as repulsive as she once did. She looked up, her breathing heavy, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her tunic. She studied his face for a moment. He was actually quite handsome now that she thought of it. His hair looked like spun silk, she reached up and slowly wrapped a strand around her index finger. Duncan groaned and pushed her up against a tree. His mouth came crashing down on hers, hard and demanding. His tongue darted out pushing far into her mouth swallowing a gasp from her. His right hand wound itself in her hair and his left reached around grabbing her tightly around the waist. He kissed her deeper and more passionately. his hand lowered to the laces of her tunic and he loosened them exposing a pale smooth breast with a perky and erect pink n****e. He trailed little light kisses all down her neck until he reached her breast then he slowly licked down to the n****e and first flicked it with his tongue eliciting a moan from Blair. Blair grabbed his hair and held tightly to him as he took the n****e in his mouth and began to suckle it. Red hot desire built in her and she found herself arching her back and gasping. His left hand trailed down further and crept under her skirt, slowly running itself up the side of her thigh coming within but a few spaces away from her most intimate area and then moving away. Duncan repeated this process a few times. She could feel herself becoming wet. She desperately fought to regain control but he was assailing her her senses with gentle caresses and kisses. He pressed himself against her and she could feel him, hard and rigid against her. He ground against her and she moaned again. Then suddenly he pulled away and put his hand into his hair. She took a step back, steadying herself against the tree. He gave a rueful smile. 

    " Oh god, baby, I'm.. I'm sorry. I lost control of myself.. You're really something you know that? Look what you do to me. God, I could f**k you raw right here, right now if only you'd let me, but that wouldn't be proper. I just... I just want you so damn bad, Blair. I think I've always wanted you. I don't know. I don't know what this is, really. You might find this hard to believe but I've never been with a woman, Blair, not one. I wanted to wait for you. I didn't want our wedding night spoiled because I had laid with another woman. I wanted to be pure for you. I think you deserved that at least. Sounds pretty stupid, huh?" 

    Blair looked up and tired to control her breathing. He had never laid with a woman? Not even one? That was indeed rare. Her brothers would laugh and brag about the very many woman they had thoroughly enjoyed. Describe to her in great detail how the threw themselves at them and begged for them to thrust inside them. They would even imitate the moans and squeals of their "Conquests". They had told her not to get her hopes up of being the only woman her groom had or would bed. That is was quite normal and even expected for men to have several women and only lay with their wives when it was time to further the blood line of the clan, and that the wife could not refuse. The thought absolutely sickened her that this was accepted, and that there were women with such loose morals. Often she had thought of running away and joining a nunnery, had she not been the only girl born to King Lionel. She found it comforting that Duncan was not this way. She placed her hand on his cheek. 

    "It's not stupid. It's not stupid at all." 

   "Even so, I changed my mind, I think it best I keep myself clothed tonight," he said and gave a chuckle. 

    Blair found herself smiling and took his arm as he led her towards their tent. It was bigger than she had expected, and of nicer material. She ran her hand over it. She believed it to be made of dyed silk or maybe even satin. Her father tents were always quite small and made of hemp or linen. It was apparent that Duncan was indeed quite wealthy. In one corner soft gray fur pelts were spread making a makeshift bed. a few pillows had been thrown on the floor to offer seating. Camilla stepped inside and offered a small bowl of delicious smelling stew. Blair took it and inhaled deeply. It smelled like rabbit. She was grateful for it for it had been quite some time since the big feast and her stomach was growling.  She sit down on one of the pillows and Camilla sit beside her calmly waiting while she ate. When she was done Camilla took her bowl and sit it aside. She gave Blair a hug and helped her to her feet, escorting her to the bed and pulled a blanket from a stack sitting beside the piles of fur. She helped Blair lay down and gently covered her up. She kissed her on the forehead as Duncan slid in next to her.

    "Sleep well you two and remember, no funny business.I mean it.," she giggled and playfully swatted at Duncan. Blair laughed and slid down further into the blanket. It was soft and elegantly embroidered with the Scottish Slayers coat of arms on it, The fur underneath her felt as if she had been placed upon a light and fluffy cloud. She yawned and fought to keep her eyes open, but soon fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

   Duncan sit beside her watching as she rolled onto her side and grabbed the pillow, tucking one hand under it to support her head. He smiled. Yes, she was truly something his Blair. He wriggled under the cover, he had only been teasing about sleeping nude but feeling her warmth beside him he was oddly tempted to do just that. The image of them in the words just a few minutes prior drifted up in his mind and he could feel himself getting hard again. If this kept up he would soon himself quite sore indeed, and this time it wouldn't be from the saddle. He wondered if she would notice if he slipped out of bed and into the woods to relieve himself as he did so often in his youth? He looked over and thought better of it. He'd never forgive himself if something happened to her while he was in the woods jerking it. He rolled on his side, and took a couple deep breaths steadying his heart beat and letting the blood slowly drain out of his p***s. When he felt he had control of himself once again he rolled over and snuggled up to Blair his arm encircling her waist. He buried his face in her hair breathing in a slightly floral scent. She smelt slightly sweaty from the days travels but not unpleasantly so. He snuggled in closer and sighed closing his eyes. He had his men scout five miles in every direction. Those who were able climbed the trees and searched in them as well. No signs of their enemies had been found. It seemed he attack at the monastery had been an isolated occurrence, orchestrated solely by Kendric. He opened his eyes for a few seconds and scanned the room, smiling when the shadow of Colin fell upon the wall of his tent. He had ordered him to sleep, but he knew he wouldn't. He knew he would position himself right outside the tent and there he would remain until the first rays of sun lit the sky and they were had passed safely through the darkness of night once again. He closed his eyes, snuggled closer and soon found himself joining Blair in a deep and peaceful sleep.