Young lad saves and is saved by beautiful Highland Lady.
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Lady Anne Mackintosh was a real, historic figure from the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745. She was a true heroine and brave, married to the head of her clan, who was a redcoat officer in the government army, however she herself led-out her Highland clansmen as "Colonel Anne" in support of the rebel Young Pretender, Charles Edward Stuart, often known as Bonnie Prince Charlie. Some readers, particularly in America, may know of the '45 Rebellion in Scotland if you're familiar with the Outlander series of books and TV.
This story is not about Lady Anne herself, but her little known cousin Lady Mary MacGillivray, a widow in her late 30s, who was also a beautiful Highland noblewoman supporting the Jacobite cause. Because the action takes place in the wild Highlands of Scotland, our characters would generally be speaking Scots Gallic as their first language rather than English, but for the sake of fantasy and to appease you Sassenachs, the dialogue here will be in the English tongue (thank heavens, because I can't speak Gallic!):
Shouts and a loud bang, followed by the fizz of a musket ball flying past his head, shocked Lachlan into spurring his horse towards the nearby stone tower. Dismounting at the entrance steps, he ran upwards to the solid oak door, banging furiously at the knocker. Within a few seconds, a barred hatch opened and old servant Mackay peered out into the gloom. On recognizing the young man, he unbolted the heavy door, opening just wide enough for Lachlan to enter with his basket-hilted, broad-sword at his side. Once safely inside, Mackay locked the door and Lachlan greeted the lady of the house coming fast down the spiral staircase, alerted by the commotion.
"What is it Lachy?" she asked breathlessly, for she knew the lad, as he was the son of her estate factor.
"The redcoats are coming to arrest you" said Lachlan: "they're fast on my heels".
Without hesitation, she grabbed Lachlan by the arm, dragging him upwards round the stone staircase, calling for Mackay to run home as fast as he could, securing the tower behind him.
"Hurry" she said to Lachlan: "we have a secret place, a priest-hole near the top of the tower, where we'll be safe". Nearing the top of the stairs, Lady Mary stopped suddenly, reaching-up to take a lit candle and pulling downwards on the candle-stick secured to the wall. There was a click, springing a narrow opening, cunningly hidden in the stone. "Quickly, inside" she said, leading him into the darkness.
"My sword" he exclaimed, unbuckling his belt so that he and the scabbard could fit through the narrow doorway. Once they were both safely inside, Lady Mary pushed the door closed and placed the flickering candle into a small lantern above them.
Just in time, for they could hear through the thick walls of their hiding place, the muffled thumps of what was probably an axe at the tower door below, faint shouting and the unmistakable dull banging of musket fire.
The priest hole was a simple narrow cell of only five feet in length and three wide, just tall enough for them to stand upright. It was a tight fit for the two fugitives with Lachlan and Lady Mary facing each other, huddled closely in the semi-darkness.
Soon they could hear the faint sounds of soldiers having breached the door, searching and ransacking the tower. "Don't worry, they'll never find us in here" whispered Mary.
Half an hour passed and things quietened a bit outside, but it sounded like the redcoats had left a small guard, perhaps intending to catch their prey if they returned to the tower from which it seemed they had escaped.
Mary stood silently, pressed against the young Jacobite’s chest. She had been married since childhood, now sadly widowed, but After about 10 minutes of the Redcoats’ futile ransacking, She was completely engrossed by the virile masculinity pressed up against her nipples. His hefting chest and encircling arms awoke her sensual memories of the departed husband of her youth. Lachlan embodied his manliness and his chivalry.
This strapping young buck just laid his life down, to seek to spare her of her life & liberty. While he was always a constant image of her private lusts, She had no idea how requited her desires might be.
Now he was literally shielding her body from harm. She’d never dreamed she could, at nearly 40 years of age, could be the preferred mate of a younger man in his mid-twenties.
Lachlan became increasingly aware of the lovely lady sharing his confinement, feeling her body breathing in and out gently, as her fine round breasts pressed against him above her tight corset. He had always thought she was beautiful and shapely for a slightly older woman; and often had fond thoughts of her, some of which while stroking his youthful releases at home in his bed at night.
This well-bred woman of society was known for her understanding of trade & politics. Something he had little insights of. Her fashion and allure set a high standard which the other women of the county would scarcely admit following. But no one could interrupt the market street crowds as she walked by.
This woman was rumored to have rebuffed the suitors above her station in life. For nearly 3 years she remained a widow. Lachlan was the first man that Mary had even been in a private rooms with, since the morning of her late husband’s last departure from the estate..
The lady herself had also on occasion admired this handsome young man, with his strong body and she had observed coyly his sturdy thighs and the good sized bulge under his plaid. Having his large masculine frame so close and the musky smell of a man made her lower parts open slightly and moisten as nature had intended.
The lady secretly kept a collection of huge wooden and ceramic dildos under her mattress. It was by accident that Lady Mary discovered her 13 year fetish for monster phallic satisfaction. The couple inherited a bedroom suit from her mother-in-law. The baseboard was hand-carved and rather low-profile, made of Walnut. and the corner posts rose a bit higher, but only to the top of the mattress. Each post had 3-inch rounded spires with a triple helix indented swirl, which started at the bottom of the 6 inch finials, and tapered to a point, which appeared to have a more weathered and re-oiled look, than the other parts of the woodwork.
One night, Mary was excited for bedtime with her husband. She had a skimpy lace chemise which her husband had never seen. It was racy revealing. Barely covering her ass, and allowing her dark nipples to poke through the bodice lace.
Lusty and climbing into bed early. Her husband said he’d be 20 minutes behind her. She placed a knee onto the bottom corner of the mattress. As she raised her other leg up, her first knee slipped of the edge and slid off the mattress just as she was ‘spread eagle’ over the finial of the bedpost.
Her legs found the floor, but just after her cunt was impaled by the bedpost, sinking to just beyond the thickest girth of the walnut phallus. It was as she slowly raised her body upward, that she noticed the brief pleasure on her g-spot.
Continuing more carefully into the bed, she pondered the clumsy accident. Then she thought about how she always caught the scent of her mother, when she stood near that baseboard.
After a few more minutes under the sheets, waiting on her tardy husband, Mary’s randy instincts and aroused desire drove her to throw off the duvet’ and stand at the corner of the bed.
She scooted up against the corner and laid her chest down flat on the mattress and tilted her pelvis to make gentle contact with the finial. A fetish was born. It was a reliable and ‘stand-in’ for when her hubby was away. But it also relieved him of the sole source to pleasure her.
It even helped her focus more on her hubby’s sexual needs, now that she knew she’d always get herself off when her couldn’t. His slender cock was easy on her throat, but not optimal to get her the ‘stuffed’ feel in her nethers.
For the past couple years she’s been watching the young stags like Lachlan. Once when he was caught in a summer storm, he sought shelter in her alcove. When she looked out the window, she saw him just as the wind whipped his kilt up and she saw his turgid thickness for a moment. His shaft was nearly as thick as her wrist.
She was startled back to the present by Lachlan’s fumbling efforts to secure his loins.
Without a belt holding his Great Kilt (feileadh mor) together, Lachlan's tartan plaid began to unravel as he stood rubbing gently against Lady Mary; it was gradually revealing his nakedness and increasing tumescence below. Lachlan tried to hold it together, but without room to maneuvers, he could not stop it falling open to revealing his muscular torso and swelling appendage. His large prick was swaying slightly, rubbing against the lady through her fine silk dress and petticoats.
Lady Mary was well experienced in the ways of men, so at feeling Lachy's man-pole throbbing at her groin, her lower parts began to flood with desire and her breasts heave. Looking up into the eyes of the big Scot, she gently said; "Don't worry" she said: "it's nothing to be ashamed of" she gasped at the embarrassed laddie. "Grind into me, I'm loving it" she said shamelessly for a noble lady.
The priest hole was designed to hold one priest, and spare him from Protestant persecution. It can scarcely contain two, even if one is slight of frame. But with a tally whacker of Lachlan’s size, He either had to press it into her crotch, or risk prying the secret panel open and thus reveal them to the king’s soldiers.
At least 7 times, according to the chronicles of the estate, & the oral traditions of the family’s many generations; Priests were forced to seek refuge in this secret nook. One Monsignor McBirney became so fond of the solitude and the times of prayer he had inside that wall, that he often returned for Friday prayers and contrition. He even wrote scriptures and prayers on the timbers.
Lady Mary felt no shame for granting Lachlan’s cock to take refuge in her crotch, yet at that moment, their lust was indeed aflame, Lachlan pressed his mouth to Lady Mary kissing her passionately, their tongues dancing together, moans escaping from deep within them. Lachlan grasped his cock at full stand, placing it roughly between Mary's spreading thighs as they ground together. His large hands moved across their two pressed chests, slipping it into her bodice to reveal pert boobs with large pink nipples, which he fondled and tweaked until they rose in peaks at his attention.
The high gable of the attic let in just a trickle of light to faintly see, and even then, One needed several minutes to adjust to the darkness, before some details began to emerge. Just then Lady Mary looked over the man’s shoulder, to read;
But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him? 1 John 3:17
"Love me, NOW" cried Lady Mary, so Lachlan reached down between their legs to roughly drag-up her dress and petticoats.
She gasped again at the sheer size of him. She thanked heavens for having birthed three babies that helped her accommodate him.
Over Lachlan’s other shoulder, Mary read yet another scripture;
Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. Matthew 19:6
The new lovers held each other close, gasping and breathing heavily, stroking one another's faces, as if all the troubles of the world were gone-away and all they had was each other forever.
When they felt sure the danger had gone, Lady Mary reached around her young stag to release the latch and open the secret access panel. Lachlan carefully backed out to the stairwell and offered his hand to Mary.
She then saw a prayer that Monsignor McBirney wrote on the inside panel;
“As you leave here, remember that you’ve been in God’s presence, and that he’s blessed you with just what you need, to face the challenges you’re about to take on. Live in his blessing.”
Mary then looked out to the immensely bright stairwell Lachlan’s smiling face radiated. He’d been successful in his mission to save the Lady. She held his arm as they descended the stairwell.
“I owe you my life, my brave man. I do not wish to live without your protective presence. I believe God ordained our fateful time in the wall. I believe I’m yours, If you will have me?
Before he could respond, Servants rushed into the home. They’d been ordered out by the soldiers and they went to the parish priest to warn him.
As the soldiers rode out of town, the priest returned with the servants. Father O’Brien greeted Lady Mary warmly and asked her to join him in a prayer of thanks for God’s providential protection.
“Yes, oh yes, but May I first introduce you to my champion, Father?” Mary insisted. “This is Lachlan. He rushed to warn me, and is now a fugitive. Lachlan, please join Father O’Brien and me, in prayer.”
The three knelt and Pastor Obrien gave thanks. The prayer was a common one. Good priests had so many memorized prayers. But before he said; ‘Amen’, he added a prayer for God’s anointing on the young man. It was similar to the prayer for those entering military service.
Mary was holding Lachlan’s hands with both of her’s, during their prayer. As the priest said ‘Amen’, Mary reached out to stop him from doing ‘the sign of the cross’, and said, “Oh Father O’Brien. Could you pray another prayer for us? We need a sacrament.”
“Yes, what blessing are you seeking, my child?”
“Matrimony, Father.”
Lachlan was speechless. He knew he wanted this. He knew this was his destiny. But he also knew society would not tolerate a commoner marrying up; at least not that far up. So he simply smiled at Mary and nodded sincerely to the priest.
“When is the blessed sacrament to occur?” He seemed confused that he’d not heard of this engagement among the town folk.
“While we are here on our knees, Father.” Mary confidently said.
“I’m, I’m a bit confused and surprised.” The priest admitted.
Father, what I’ve witnessed these last few hours, is a divine act of God. His providence is on full display. The devotion of this honorable and brave man is a marvel. He is now a fugitive as are you, Father. I owe it to him, to protect him as he has protected me, and both of us are devoted to protecting you. As the savior said; ‘What God has therefore joined together, let no man put asunder.”
Two hours later, Father O’Brien walked back to the rectory. He and the Lady’s servants had sat at the wedding feast as the only invited guests.
The couple retired to the bed chamber early that night. A habit they kept for their entire lifetime.
By Stonemarten for Literotica