The Taking of the Moon Maiden Ch. 04

"We are going to be married." Emmaline snapped her head in the direction of her daughters excited voice. "The priest is here and Daddy said I was to come and get you." Rhyle looked at Daniel who stood quietly behind Moira. She knew that Ronen had sent him to make sure she came. Emmaline reached out and took the chattering Moira's hand to let her lead her back to Ronen.

Emmaline felt as though the whole world was weighing on her. She looked at Ronen silently begging him not to make her go through with this. Ronen simply smiled at her and took her hand from Moira clasp.

Moira gave a gleeful laugh and ran to Grothaus raising her arms for him to pick her up. He smiled down at her and scooped her up, tossing her in the air before settling her down on his hip.

The priest began speaking and for the rest of Emmaline life she would not be able to remember what it was that he said. She knew she had been given a cup to drink from and Ronen had drank from the same spot on the cups brim.

She remembered them placing a wreath of flowers from Ronens head to hers and then placing it on the bible. At one point everyone had grown quiet staring at her. Her mind was too confused to understand why.

She looked to Ronen and only he seemed to understand she was lost. He put his hand on the side of her face and passed his thumb across her lips. "Say yes, sweetling." She blinked at him not quite understanding his meaning.

His thumb touching her lips was doing strange things to her insides. "Say yes, my luv." She felt herself whisper yes against his thumb.

The priest seemed to be relieved and there was an audible sigh from the group. Ronen slipped a ring on her finger and turned her to face ever one. He raised her hand in the air and everyone cheered.

Ronen turned her towards him. He grasped her chin hard like he was afraid she might try and deny him, he planted a kiss hard on her lips. He gathered a robe and wrapped it around her shoulders.

He walked from the camp stopping at the banks of a stream. She still had not said anything. He left her standing on the bank of the stream and stripped down naked. He walked in the stream and turned where he could face her. He washed every bit of his body.

Her eyes never left him, but still she did not say anything. He walked over and used her hair ribbon to tie her hair on top of her head.

He began unlacing her ties on her dress. He caught the dress by its skirt and started to pull it up.

"Lift up your arms." She felt herself obey his command as though she had not thoughts of her own. He left her shift on her slim form and walked her into the stream. He rinsed her with water, careful not to startle her.

The sun was setting but he could still see her shape perfectly in the water. She rose slowly out of the water, her white shift clinging to her, the pink of her nipples showing through the flimsy material. He could not stop his eyes from traveling to the darkened area between her legs where the shift outlined the junction were her legs met at the heart of her womenhood. She did not flinch from his stare nor did she try and cover herself.

She simply stood quietly letting him administer to her. Even in the cold water he could feel himself getting rock hard. The coldness of the water should have had more sway over his cock than she did, but it did not. He could feel his cock harden and thrust forward.

She looked down at him and finally spoke, "it will never work." He laughed. He did not know if she meant their marriage, or the fact he was so large compared to how small she was.

"I will make it work." His answer applied to either question and he picked her up and led her to the bank. He wrapped her in a robe and walking naked he carried her back to the camp and straight into a tent.

"Best you get ready wife." Ronens the words seemed jarring compared to the soft moment they had just shared. She stopped and looked at him for a second. She had to have time to think about what was happening. She slowly moved around the tent giving an imitation of someone interested in their surroundings.

There was a pallet of skins in at the side of the room with muslin sheets laid over them. A warm fire was burning and the smoke was rising up and out through a hole at the top of the tent. Emmaline barely registered these things as she tried to calm herself before turning to Ronen. While she had been observing the tent Ronen had been dressing.

The futility of it all began to weigh on her. She covered her face with her hands and bowed her head. Ronen stood there. He had watched the play of emotions that had danced across her face at his words.

When she turned from him and had covered her face, his want to protect her rose as hard as his shaft. He walked over to her and without touching her spoke his last offer.

"I will get you food, ready yourself for me." Ronen left the tent leaving Emmaline with her thoughts. Ronen walked over to where the women were serving dinner, daring by his stride and his glare for anyone to make a remark about what had just transpired. He grabbed some food and some wine from the silent women and headed towards his tent.

"I'm coming in, alone." Ronens words caused Emmaline to smile. Did he think she was expecting him to bring guests?

"I am ready." Upon hearing her reply Ronen walked in the tent. He had not time to formulate what he was expecting, but he knew he had not expected this.

Emmaline fearing that Ronen would know by her nervousness that she was still a virgin she had taken her wet shift off and laid it to the side. She sat in the middle of the furs naked, except the muslin sheeting wrapped around her.

Her shoulders were bare and the sheet was open to show an expanse of her leg up to the top of the thigh and the curve of her buttock.

She had been afraid that Ronen might want her to remove her clothing in one of the many ways Duncan had told her of in the years he verbally tormented her with 'things for her to learn.'

She knew she might be able to lay on her back and fake experience, but there was no way she could easily strip with a man's eyes watching her, especially not a man such as Ronen.

"Did you bring us dinner?" She said pointing to the food he had in his hand. She hoped he did not notice how her voice trembled or how her hands shook when she motioned towards the food.

"Yes, we should eat first before I fuck you." The bluntness of his words stunned her and his stance frightened her. She looked away because she did not want him to see how unsure she actually was of herself.

Ronen saw the girl flinch at his words. He stared at the vision of womanly softness in front of him. It was obvious from her reaction that she was used to flowery words and soft handed lovers. She would have to get used to his ways as he knew of no other way. She needed to be prepared.

"Understand I am no like your soft English lovers. When you leave from my bed, you will know what it is like to be rode hard enough you may no sit easy for a week."

She did not say anything in response to his words, but bowed her head in her acknowledgment of their meaning and took the wine he offered.

They said nothing else for awhile, he eating his bread and drinking wine standing there looking down at her; she sitting at his feet on the skins, eating her bread and drinking her wine.

Actually she was drinking a lot of wine for her. She had never been allowed more than one glass in the evening. Duncan believed that it dulled the senses. She knew from watching the women in camp last night and this afternoon during the midday meal that these Scottish women could drink.

So when she took another long drink of wine a secret smile slipped across her face, Ronen had no idea that she was getting quite tipsy.

Ronen had seen the little smile play across her face, but could not tell its cause. "Enough for now." He reached for what was left of her meal and drink and put them over to the side by the entrance of tent. He took his boots and sporran off and left them by the tent door as well. She had watched him move towards the door. When he had bent over to take his boots off the firelight had played across his skin so she could see the backs of his masculine thighs as they curved into his buttocks.

She did not know if it was the wine, or the knowledge that the time had finally come. Released tension flowed through her at the knowledge would not be with Duncan, but this huge Scot that would have her first. The thought of it what was to come was causing the warm pooling between her legs grow.

She had always feared this moment before, but now it seemed she couldn't wait to have him on her, in her. Her head was spinning and her breath was ragged. She needed him to come back over to her right then.

As if sensing her urgency he turned to her his loins stiffening at the pleasure on her face. He moved to her and stood looked down at her.

She slowly reached up and took his kilt in one hand and with her teeth pulled the rest of the kilt off of him and tossed it to the floor. His eyes widened and then narrowed at her actions.

She moved forward and curled her fingers around his shaft. Duncan had told her this would be expected of her and she had always cringed at the thought before, but now with Ronen his hard cock right there in front of her, she could think of no other purpose in life for her hands but to explore this magnificent man.

A trickle of excitement shuddered through her as his staff swelled in her hands, she wondered at the size of him. Duncan had always made her feel that when the time came it would he who held all the power, but as she looked up at Ronen she realized she had power too.

Ronens eyes were half open and his breath was labored, he started to sway when he suddenly grabbed her shoulders to push her back. She would have none of that, she was still in control.

Before he realized what she meant to do, she pulled his shaft into her mouth. Her actions rocked him to his core, she heard him make a noise in his throat akin to pain. Her warm moist mouth softly suckling him, pulling gently with her lips and cradling his ballsack in her hands, she was driving him slowly into pleasure induced insanity.

His hands locked into her hair, "unless you want to finish this before it is started, you had best halt now."

Before she could stop him he had her on her back her spreading her legs; he began to move onto her. The wine she drank earlier helped to make her more pliable and less tense.

His mouth moved to her breast, licking them and nibbling at them. His hands were all over her, feeling the smallness of her waist, the gentle flare of her hips, his fingers began kneading the small swollen bud in the heart of femininity. He tried to stroke her gently but his passion was driving him hard. She gasped and he raised to cover her lips with his. He plundered her lips, thrusting his warm tongue into her soft mouth. He began to suck and nibble at her bottom lip causing her to tremble from head to toe.

Emmaline body was practically humming from the pure pleasure that Ronen was giving her. Emmaline grabbed at Ronen crushing his lips harder to her. He rumbled his pleasure at the back of his throat as moved back to her breast and began to nip them with his hard teeth.

She pressed him harder to her, whimpering with pleasure at the feel of Ronens fingers driving into her flesh at her hips. Why had she been so scared of this, it was wonderful. She never wanted this to stop.

Tiny little sighs were escaping her lips and driving Ronen crazy. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as the wine and the moment spun the room around her head.

"Open your eyes." He demanded. She tried to open her eyes to look up at him but something wonderful was causing her whole bode to feel languid and she could not open her eyes any more than she could stop the soft moan from her lips.

"Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at me. I am the only man in your bed now." She smiled at him and widened her legs. She was so wet and warm for him. Why must he make her wait? "Please," she whispered.

Ronen growled at her and moved to take what she offered to him. His mind began to swim in his lust and his pleasure grew so intense he did not even notice the tightness of her sheath.

He thrust forward and felt her stiffen to his need. He tried to push forward again and felt her bare his entrance. His desire filled mind did not register what her virginal body was trying to tell him.

He pulled hard on her hair, thinking she meant to deny him he growled at her, "now is no the time for you to change your mind and try to deny me what is mine." His words barely penetrated Emmaline sensuous haze as his fingers dug into her shoulders.

He ground his lips into sensitive curve of her neck, sucking and raking his teeth against her skin. She knew she was feeling pressure below, but the wine, Ronens lips, and Ronens hands were causing her mind to float in and out of euphoria.

Her fragrance whirled around him causing him to lose any of his remaining control. Not knowing what she was doing, when she released Ronens unconstrained passion upon her delicate frame as she rolled her head until her lips were at Ronens ears.

"Finish me" she whispered.

Her words sighed so softly against his ear was Ronen's undoing. He grabbed her hips and slammed his hard cock deep into her. Ripping through her maidenhead and tearing her inside and out. Pain stripped through her as he pumped and bucked into her, slashing through any resistance as he bucked and strained into her. His mind was lost to anything but the pleasure he found inside her body.

Her eyes flew wide with distress and she cried out and tried to get him to stop.

Shards of glass seemed to lance through her as he plunged himself as far as her torn opening would allow. He pulled his cock almost completely away from her tender flesh, giving her but a moment of relief only to rock back into her harder, pushing in further with each stroke.

The pull and suck of her tight flesh against his cock was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Each thrust stretching and tearing her untried passage throwing her into spasms of pain. She was so tight and exquisite he could not control himself.

He was ramming into her with such strength he was moving her body up amongst the skins. He grabbed at her, holding her down to keep her still and hold her to him.

His mind so on fire could not registering her struggles as those of pain. Thinking she was trying to reject him because he had not the tenderness of her other lovers, "I told you I was not one of your soft men. When we are done you will know that you have been fucked by a Highlander." He drove into her so hard that she felt her stomach swell forward with each of this thrusts.

"Submit to me as your master." Ronen wanted everything. Her body and soul. "Submit damn you."

His lust filled mind was so fogged he could not register her innocence as he pump into her harder and faster. Riding her with a timeless rhythm of male domination over his female.

Slowly Emmaline could feel the pain starting to subside. Something strange was happening; it was starting to cause her blood to pound in her center.

In between shafts of pain she could feel bits of pleasure trying to surface. It started to swirl around her and she could feel herself starting to swell tighter around his shaft.

She gasped when she felt his body respond. His cock seemed to expand even more, stretching her quivering inner walls before he rammed hard into her one last time to explode within her.

Gone was the tantalizing hint of pleasure; she screamed out in pain falling back into darkness and exhaustion. He threw back his head and roared his pleasure, bruising her tender flesh with his swollen member as hammered into her tight canal squeezing every last drop of his cum deep into her womb.

His mind had been so lost in the moment he did not feel the wind blow across him from the tent flap being thrown back.

"Stop, Ronen, you're killing her." Daniel jerked Ronen off the girl onto the floor beside the skins.

Ronen not yet himself went to grab Daniel and started screaming of Daniels impending death. Ronen turned to Emmaline, to tell her he would be back after he killed Daniel, when the sight in front of him left him motionless allowing Daniel to slip from his grasp.

Hilda was trying to calm Emmaline, her sobs were coming in great gasps. Emmaline moved across the pallet trying to cover her nakedness with the skins as though in a pain filled stupor.

Hilda pulled a cloth from between Emmaline thighs that was covered in blood. Hilda looked to Daniel and said, "this is too much blood have you a healer in the camp?" Daniel did not answer, but turned and ran from the tent to fetch the healer. Ronen went to Emmaline standing there looking at her slowly registering what had happened.

"I am going to be sick Hilda," Emmaline moaned tossing and turning on the pallet.

"Who is she?" Ronen put the question to Hilda.

"She was a virgin and could no have had a child, so she could no be the Lady Matilda. Tell me now, who is she?" Ronen s eyes had never left Emmaline form.

Daniel and the healer entered the tent. Stephen Douglas had entered the tent carrying a bag for the healer.

Hilda began sobbing. "She is the Lady Emmaline. Lady Matilda died with birth fever, Emmaline has been raising the wee one." She answered Ronen, but before he could respond she turned to the healer.

"She was a maid. I know it is normal to bleed but I fear this is too much blood." Hilda explained quickly to the healer.

Not even bothering to clear the room of the men, the healer moved the muslin sheet to examine the tender skin between Emmaline's legs.

Dark bruises and bloody bites were appearing all over the girls fair skin. Blood and seaman caked the inside of her thighs. She took the warm rag from Hilda and gently wiped the girl clean.

She paused at the crescent moon shaped birth mark low on her abdomen. Her thumb lightly smoothed over the mark as its meaning seemed to elude her for the moment, dancing on the fringes of her consciences' before she pulled the sheet back to cover Emmaline. To Hilda's relief as she told them all that the Emmaline would be fine.

The healer, a rough and round woman known to all as Gert, turned to Ronen. He was her laird but she had helped bring him into the world and she did not hesitate to speak her mind. "You should not have mounted your woman so. She be a maid and yet you mounted her like one of your tavern whores. You are the cause of the extra bleeding. She should not be bedded again for several days if you do not wish to cause her more pain." Gerts words washed over Ronen like ice. What had he done, why had Emmaline not let him know she was innocent?

Gert looked down at Ronen, "see to yourself, your cock is smeared in the virgin blood of your woman."

Ronen looked down at himself and the impact of all that had happened slammed him in the gut. His knees buckled and he found himself on the floor.

Ronen had always been the strongest of men but the knowledge of what he had just done to Emmaline left him week with worry for her. The healer was forcing some sleeping potion down Emmaline's throat to help her sleep, while Hilda wailed about how Ronen was the most merciless Laird in Scotland.

Having got enough sleeping potion down Emmaline, and not being able to stand Hilda's crying any longer, the healer took Stephen by the arm and together they turned and left tent.

Ronen gathered his kilt around himself covering his nakedness, and moved beside Emmaline on the bed. She jumped and started tremble. Ronen put a hand on her arm to steady her and reassure her, he was not going to punish her.