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

he bent one of her legs up and moved into her, and turned slightly for a better joining, and started to thrust.  He had a good grip of her, and still his two hands could reach her breasts.
    This could no' be easy for her, having a second man invade her and a third yet to come.  He kept thrusting hard, Pushing in the Spend and working her breasts till her head came onto his shoulder and he moved his fingers to her nipples, rolling them atween finger and thumb  and rasping over them with his palms.  When he felt her trembling he pulled her tighter against him and concentrated hard on working her to this second blissing.
    He could feel her backside quivering with every thrust now, with a looseness about her that spoke of her time being near.  His big hands took a stronger grasp on her breasts and worked her nipples harder.  He quickened his rhythm, ramming in deep the Spend that must reach her womb and the bloodline, and she came apart with a wail.  The goddess reached her bliss, and her clenching was enough to tip him over the limit.
    Ruaridh pulled away and dropped to his knees.  The goddess was gone from him forever, replaced by the vision of a Wisewoman's lusciousness when his seed flowed out of him onto the carved Horn of Plenty and among its fruits.
    That same Wisewoman fetched a cloth from under her own star .  It felt right to Ruaridh that the task of cleansing the spend from himself and the floor should be hers, a fitting end to what he'd asked her to begin.  Hilde walked to the fire where the other two Wisewomen awaited her.  And the bees' song was heard again as the cloth was placed on the burning log in the centre of the fire arch itself.
    Niall came to t he arch to be with Sorcha again, and put a hand on his brother's back in thanks.   The brother kissed the Tall Wife lightly on the cheek and left them.
    There was but one more part to enact of the Remedy for Wives Too Tall, and the Chamber of the Green Man was charged with its own sizzling enchantment.
    As Ruaridh strode back to his star, he saw a changed wife.  Mirren looked ill, with the greenness of bellyache about her.  Speaking out would have her banished from the clan, for her whinings had been dealt with in the Vault and she'd still had the energy to make venomous assault on others here.
    Ruaridh looked to Oona, directing her attention to Mirren and hoping this would no' sabotage the final bit of the remedy.
    Oona was on the star beside Mirren's, purposely planned so she could keep an eye on the besom – and a restraining arm, if necessary.  She'd been buffeted by the waves of harmful thoughts coming off Mirren since Ruaridh had taken his honey elsewhere, and knew that the greenness came as much from jealousy as from bellyache.  Mirren had just watched her husband with two different women.  Without care for the importance of the clan's Traditions, and having an active interest in the Heir's Cradle being empty, all Mirren could see was her own humiliation.
    From under the cover of her own star, Oona chose a flagon from her array of supplies and encouraged Mirren to drink it all at once.  The besom would no' be spoiling anything else for a wee while.
    Oona now looked to Hector and bowed her head.  She received in return a most respectful bow, and then an eyeful of his gigantic chest as he took off his shirt.  A good man, that.  Oona was champing at the bit to see if he'd need rousing, for the only fertile women left to do it now were Cecily and Mirren, and Mirren would fall asleep on the job.
    Hector MacKrannan could ha ve chosen not to need rousing.  After seeing Hilde at her task, and realizing that the Wisewomen were eligible for this, he chose to be completely flaccid when his kilt followed his shirt onto the floor, a feat only managed by the discipline of his mind when he watched Sorcha full frontal being tupped by Ruaridh.
    He lifted th e cover from his star and picked up his pot of honey, leaving its lid behind.

    The fertility