The Chieftain Needs an Heir - a Highland ménage novella (Clan MacKrannan's Secret Traditions) by Jonnet Carmichael

the back and work forward.
    By the time she reached the tip with her cleaning up she found it to be bulging out its skin, so she smeared more honey on that part.  The milestone reached, she switched to a combination of licking and sucking, taking much into her mouth, holding the remainder in her hands and pushing and pulling the skin backwards and forwards.  Hilde was sure she'd done everything in the right order, and it seemed to be working well.  She took her mouth away to check progress, and sure enough his manhood was about as big as Niall's had been just before coupling with Sorcha.
    And that's when she noticed Ruaridh shuddering, and his hands in her hair, and then taking her arm to pull her up to standing, and him staring at her as if she were a complete stranger.
    Ach… she'd forgotten to hum the bees' song any time her lips were sealed while she did it and Oona had said that was really important!  She closed her eyes and heard Oona and Cecily humming, and she realised they'd been covering for her all the time.
    Hilde began humming along.  She' d forgotten she was at her work, for her own body was singing to the moon.

    Ruaridh was reluctant to leave her.  He could put his own spend in her right this minute.  The painting of the arch was behind her, and she looked as if she belonged in it somehow.  Everything about choosing Hilde for this seemed right.  He lifted her chin and gave her a kiss on the lips, just a wee peck in gratitude, and she hummed like a bee all the louder.  He picked up her robe and helped her put it on before walking across to the arch.
    Just as his brother reached his own star, Ruaridh's hands went over Sorcha's among the leaves and vines.
    He had to do this from the back, and standing up, and bring her to bliss while her hands stretched out like sunrays to the arch.  And Niall and Mirren were looking directly at him now, and he couldna see Hilde at all.  He'd maybe be best just shutting his eyes and working by feel.  But past his own empty star was his own bit of landscape with the village and the clansfolk that had made him think to choose Hilde.  And next to it was the man's hands holding the babe with the one eagle feather, which yanked him back to the reason they were all here.  This was for Niall and Sorcha.  This was for the clan.
    Sorcha's golden hair was all down her back so he moved it in handfuls over each of her shoulders to give him a clear run.  She was a Tall Wife, right enough.  With the two of them barefoot and touching, the top of her head reached his chin.  She had blissed no' so long ago, and loudly too, so he had his work cut out.  But he remembered Niall had no' touched her tits much so there was fresh scope to be had there.  Kissing her neck or anywhere else would be out.  Touching her should be alright, though.
    Again he looked past So rcha's head to the painting of the clansfolk needing her to bear a son.   And he found himself looking at his two hands, and the oath cut on his palm, and he got to work.
    Stroking, that was the way.  In his mind he thought of the eagle feathers… three for the Chief, two for the chieftain and one for the new heir.  And the MacKrannan feathers became Ruaridh's fingers slowly stroking Sorcha's hands in the vines… along her arms that would hold the bairns… across the shoulders that would comfort them… down the strong spine she'd need when her sons grew old enough to go into battle…
    He stood confidant behind her, working his way over every inch of her body right down to her toes with his feather touch.  And then he slid his hands round the front, under her golden locks, and cupped her mothering breasts.  He heard a rustling noise, and saw the leaves of the arch being crushed.  He fondled and kneaded her breasts long enough to hear her give a wee moan, and that's when he knew it was time.
    Ruaridh worked her knees apart with his own, and rubbed his cockstand atween her nether cheeks till she squirmed.  And