Isla watched as warriors from a neighboring clan entered the village. The men seemed to be looking over the maidens as if choosing them for something. The fiercest warrior brought his steed up to her. He thrust his lance into the ground at her feet. His eyes roved over her body and her breasts. Their inspection seemed to lay possession of her. Little did he know, her mind and her heart would be much harder to claim.
This dark-haired, handsome intruder proffered his hand to her. His stare was compelling. She knew if she didn't give him her hand, he would certainly take it by force. So, Isla placed her trembling hand in his. He swung her up onto his horse in front of him. The arm that he put around her waist was as strong as a band of steel. He turned his horse and spurred it to flee the village at a breakneck pace.
Isla was having a hard time breathing with his punishing hold on her. In a waspish voice she declared, "Ye need not hold me so tight. I am not about to throw myself to the ground from this demon of a horse. What right do you have, coming in our village and steeling women?"
"I was given the right, when your warriors attacked our village and killed our women. They did nae kill our bairns though. And the wee babes are starving to death without their mamas' milk. You will replace my bairn's mama in every sense of the word."
"Ye fool. I may have large breasts, but they have no milk. I am a maiden."
"I'll see to both of those problems."
Hearing those words, Isla contemplated throwing herself from the horse. As if he read her thoughts, he tightened his hold on her and moved it up to where his arms were touching the underside of her breasts. Much to her dismay, her nipples became erect with this contact. She closed her eyes in shame. Much to her dismay, her nipples were ultra sensitive to touch. She heard his mocking chuckle.
They rode throughout the day and walked their horses at night. Toward the end of the second day of this terrifying trek, they came to the warriors' home. All the warriors and their captives gathered in the great hall of a castle.
Isla's warrior took her up onto a dais and shouted for the witch to be brought in. She was an old women who had white hair and light grey eyes. She stirred the contents of a cauldron and then ladled some golden liquid into a chalice. She lifted the chalice up to the ceiling and said some words from an unknown language.
The witch drank from the chalice and then bared her breasts. For such an elderly woman they were young and beautiful. They were full orbs with plump nipples. The witch pointed her breasts to the ceiling and pinched her nipples. White milk quirted from those plump nipples and the crowd cheered. She modestly covered her breasts and handed Isla's warrior the chalice.
"Laird. I expect you to keep your promise when you see that my potion is true."
"Yes. Until that time, you will remain here."
The laird pulled on Isla's hand to get her to follow him up the steps to the laird's chambers. He undressed Isla and gave her a drink from the chalice. Then he placed his lips upon her nipple and suckled from her heavy breast.
The sensation to Isla was new and intoxicating. He suckled harder and harder. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if the laird had not caught her. When he removed his lips from her breast, milk dripped from the nipple. Isla was confused. She thought, 'How could this be?'
The laird left the room and returned with a crying infant. "This is my son," he said. "You will feed him."
As much as Isla did not want to obey this laird, she couldn't stand to hear the heart wrenching cries from the babe. She took the baby from the laird and sat in the chair by the fireplace. She held the babe to her breast and he began to feed. The sensations were pleasant, but nothing like the all-consuming lust she felt when the laird had suckled her.
The laird stood over her and watched her nurse his child. Isla shifted the baby to her other breast and continued to nurse the baby. The laird's eyes never left her exposed breasts. If she wasn't preoccupied with nursing the baby, Isla would have felt anger and humiliation.
The baby was finally satisfied and ready to sleep. The laird took the babe from her arms. He left the room and returned in a moment. Isla was buttoning her dress when he reappeared before her.
Isla said, "I want to go home."
The laird said, "You are home. You will live here in my clan, feed my child and bear more bairns for me."
"And I'm supposed to just accept this? I had family and friends. I had the hopes of marrying and having my own children."
"Now you will have our children."
"But, I don't love you. I don't even know your name."
"What does love have to do with our world? I'm Gavin Stewart. I am laird. As my woman you would live in the castle and have my protection."
"And if I refuse?"
"You'll still be here feeding my son and any other baby that needs a wet nurse. But I will be free to find another woman as my mate. And she will have my protection."
"You bastard!"
"You have a choice here. Until you don't. Take a day to think about what I have said."
"Just a second, if I am not your woman, you will not be taking me to your bed."
"I didn't say that. I will be bedding you and likely many of the other women as well."
Islay picked up a pottery pitcher and threw it at his head. Gavin batted it away and left the room laughing at her.
Isla threw herself on the bed and cried. Her mother and father didn't know what had happened to her. Some of her friends had been taken as well. She supposed if she accepted Gavin's offer, she would probably fair better than some of them. She would be the laird's woman who lived in the protection of the castle. After a good, long cry, Isla fell asleep on the bed. She was shaken awake an hour later.
