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.
"It is time for the evening meal. Come lass, you need food."
Isla dressed and followed Gavin down the stairs to the great hall. She was going to sit beside one of her friends, but Gavin took her elbow and steered her to the dais where the laird and his most trusted men ate. He waited for her to sit before he sat beside her. Food was brought to the table and handed to the laird first. He passed it to Isla and then it was a free for all for the other men at the table. There were no manners that she could see.
Isla managed to eat some food. She watched a few of her friends as they managed to choke down a few bites of food. They looked as alienated as she felt. Perhaps she would be allowed to spend time with them if she acquiesced to Gavin's demands. She couldn't believe she had just entertained that thought. However, she knew she didn't really have a choice.
As men were starting to leave the great hall. Gavin told her she could spend a few minutes with the women from the raid.
"Don't fool yourself into thinking you can leave. There are guards posted and those that attempt to leave will be punished."
"I understand."
Isla managed to speak with Rona and Norrie before Gavin told her it was time to go upstairs. They felt that accepting their fates was their only choice. It was wild country between the two clans and trying to return home on foot would end in death by one way or another.
Upstairs, Gavin motioned her to follow him into the adjoining room. It was a nursery. The baby was in a cradle. A young girl was with him. Gavin picked up the bairn and led Isla back to his bedroom. Isla sat in the chair by the fire. She unbuttoned her dress and raised her arms to receive the baby. He latched on and began to suckle.
"This is my son, Brodie. The young girl in the next room is Fiona, my niece. She has been caring for Brodie. Be kind to her. She lost her mother recently."
"How old is she?"
"Nine years."
Gavin sat in the other chair and watched Brodie nurse. When she struggled to put him on the other breast, Gavin held the baby and set him back in her arms when she exposed the other breast. Isla attempted to cover the first breast, but Gavin stopped her. He sat back down and watched Brodie and stared at the exposed breasts. Isla blushed with her embarrassment.
When Brodie finished, Gavin took him back to Fiona. He returned to lead Isla to the bed and undress her. She trembled with fear.
"Lass, I'm not going to hurt ye. Get into bed." He went to the other side of the bed and undressed. Isla watched out of curiosity. He was a hulk of a man. He got into bed and climbed on top of her. He lifted a breast to his mouth and suckled like Brodie had. The suction was harder and it tickled Isla down below.
He stopped now and again to suck, kiss and lick her nipple. She heard her breathing speed and someone moan. He switched to the other breast and continued the pleasurable torture. He kissed her lips and licked her neck. He was pushing something up against her below. He spread her legs with his own and pressed that something agains her secret parts. With his hand he was pinching and pulling a nipple.
Isla felt something inside her. It was pinching and it hurt. She tried to push Gavin away to no effect. He pushed harder and there was an end to the pain. She was filled with something that moved in and out of her. The room was getting hot and someone kept moaning. Gavin lowered his lips to her breast and suckled again. Isla tried to push him away but realized she had her hands behind his neck pulling him closer toward herself.
She heard Gavin say, "That's right, hinny. Ye feel so good. You have a beautiful body and it's mine now. I'll pleasure you every night." Gavin increased the tempo and force of his thrusts. There were high pitched cries in the room and finally the pleasure overtook her and Isla trembled in ecstasy. Gavin growled a low erotic sound.
