Duty of the Chieftain - a Highland 'Lord's Right of the First Night' novella (Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions #3) by Jonnet Carmichael
Authors: Jonnet Carmichael
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she wasn't there, and she lay shimmering in the last throes of her bliss and intimate washing while the featherbed began jerking around her.
She could not think how Lady Agatha could bear to do such a thing in front of others. This had nothing to do with the Bride's Right , which had officially ended. The Chief was merely using his wife to provide him with ease as an afterthought.
Mercy, could they not go to their own chamber? Elinor's whole body was now being jostled around on the bed, and her humiliation knew no bounds.
The Chief spoke throughout the time his wife took in her manual ministrations.
" …A pity to waste… more of yer input… since ye are here… Aye, that way and harder…"
The women heard his breathing grow increasingly laboured.
"…My goodly wife… hard as ye can manage, my dear… AYE, like that… and a tremendous help ye were… Agatha with the rousing… AYE!"
All in the chamber saw the Chief's back stiffen and heard his teeth click shut, and a gutteral gnashing escape his throat as Lady Agatha reached for a kerchief with one hand and pumped all the harder with the other. And in the calm of the aftermath, when the Chief's shoulders had slumped forward and then straightened back to normal, they also heard an exchange they were perhaps not supposed to, it being muttered so low.
" …Little wonder that our Ranald spent in her, him being exhausted and no' at his best. I had a hell of a job myself to keep from spending when she blissed."
" There's both of ye have now said of her tightness."
" And his control as fine already as mine will ever be! I will bid him do the duty of the First Night more often, for the practise."
And then the rustle of Lady Agatha's robes as she stood, and some kerchiefs discarded, and the tilted heads of kissing in between the naked Chief's growling words of love to his much-appreciated wife.
The Wisewomen again sighed like a choir .
Elinor did not join them. She felt quite the harlot to even be present in the chamber during this tawdry ending, let alone right next to it on the bed. The Bride's Right had been a beautiful ritual made of purity and learning and bliss, and then suddenly this vulgar act! What she had shared with the Chief was special. She'd hold onto that.
Hessa the Grandam's cottage was so hectic that she'd started an appointment system. The Chief ignored such impudence and strode in during the Wisewomen's evaluation of his own performance.
Ranald was fair glad to see his father, for the indicators were marked so high out of ten that his own failings with Elinor were becoming more apparent by the minute . Even worse, Elinor was there discussing the Chief's deflowering program test phase like a professional and comparing the detail with his own real activity.
"We were just talking about the oil, Sir Thommas," said Elinor. "Hessa says that the full body oiling seemed to take much extra time to remove when you washed me. I have no comparison with that, of course, not having being washed by Ranald."
Ranald had no' even got ten as far as the washing. Elinor had been out the door the minute he'd spent in her... aye, spent, to his shame, yet his father had withdrawn after the bride had blissed. Blissed, b'god. He had no' even given her that. Several times damned.
"I wouldna worry yersel ves," said the Chief. "Times I will take longer at the washing than I take for the breach and bliss anyway. It's the winding down time, and making sure the bride is recovered from her ordeal and ready for her husband..."
H e turned to Elinor and asked, "And how is our sample bride this fine day?"
Elinor did not even blush , for her expression was one of contentment after an exceptionally sound sleep. Although still a little piqued at what Thommas had done at the end, the memories of the bliss which had taken over her body had been more than enough to ensure her dreams were pleasant.
"I am well, Sir Thommas. Very
She could not think how Lady Agatha could bear to do such a thing in front of others. This had nothing to do with the Bride's Right , which had officially ended. The Chief was merely using his wife to provide him with ease as an afterthought.
Mercy, could they not go to their own chamber? Elinor's whole body was now being jostled around on the bed, and her humiliation knew no bounds.
The Chief spoke throughout the time his wife took in her manual ministrations.
" …A pity to waste… more of yer input… since ye are here… Aye, that way and harder…"
The women heard his breathing grow increasingly laboured.
"…My goodly wife… hard as ye can manage, my dear… AYE, like that… and a tremendous help ye were… Agatha with the rousing… AYE!"
All in the chamber saw the Chief's back stiffen and heard his teeth click shut, and a gutteral gnashing escape his throat as Lady Agatha reached for a kerchief with one hand and pumped all the harder with the other. And in the calm of the aftermath, when the Chief's shoulders had slumped forward and then straightened back to normal, they also heard an exchange they were perhaps not supposed to, it being muttered so low.
" …Little wonder that our Ranald spent in her, him being exhausted and no' at his best. I had a hell of a job myself to keep from spending when she blissed."
" There's both of ye have now said of her tightness."
" And his control as fine already as mine will ever be! I will bid him do the duty of the First Night more often, for the practise."
And then the rustle of Lady Agatha's robes as she stood, and some kerchiefs discarded, and the tilted heads of kissing in between the naked Chief's growling words of love to his much-appreciated wife.
The Wisewomen again sighed like a choir .
Elinor did not join them. She felt quite the harlot to even be present in the chamber during this tawdry ending, let alone right next to it on the bed. The Bride's Right had been a beautiful ritual made of purity and learning and bliss, and then suddenly this vulgar act! What she had shared with the Chief was special. She'd hold onto that.
Hessa the Grandam's cottage was so hectic that she'd started an appointment system. The Chief ignored such impudence and strode in during the Wisewomen's evaluation of his own performance.
Ranald was fair glad to see his father, for the indicators were marked so high out of ten that his own failings with Elinor were becoming more apparent by the minute . Even worse, Elinor was there discussing the Chief's deflowering program test phase like a professional and comparing the detail with his own real activity.
"We were just talking about the oil, Sir Thommas," said Elinor. "Hessa says that the full body oiling seemed to take much extra time to remove when you washed me. I have no comparison with that, of course, not having being washed by Ranald."
Ranald had no' even got ten as far as the washing. Elinor had been out the door the minute he'd spent in her... aye, spent, to his shame, yet his father had withdrawn after the bride had blissed. Blissed, b'god. He had no' even given her that. Several times damned.
"I wouldna worry yersel ves," said the Chief. "Times I will take longer at the washing than I take for the breach and bliss anyway. It's the winding down time, and making sure the bride is recovered from her ordeal and ready for her husband..."
H e turned to Elinor and asked, "And how is our sample bride this fine day?"
Elinor did not even blush , for her expression was one of contentment after an exceptionally sound sleep. Although still a little piqued at what Thommas had done at the end, the memories of the bliss which had taken over her body had been more than enough to ensure her dreams were pleasant.
"I am well, Sir Thommas. Very
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