The Woman on the Lake Ch. 12

Note from the Writer: Sorry for the stupid-long wait. Sometimes, you just want to lay back and have sexy fantasies for six months without worrying about your prose... but not anymore. Now, all my self-love includes spell-check.

BTW: There is a lot of sex in this chapter, so if you like wordy descriptions of oral sex... break out the tissues.

Chapter Twelve

Leda slept deeply that night and when she woke up she was falling. It was not her dreams. She felt herself spiralling into a gyre of pleasure, moaning desperately as her eyes shot open. Brandon was watching her, his blue eyes bright as his fingers played in the dampness between her legs. A few more quick circles around her most sensitive flesh was all it took. Her body arched away from the ground and she came.

Brandon kissed her neck as she caught her breath, her eyes closed as the final ripples of pleasure moved through her. When she felt his body cover hers, his hands moving her thighs apart, she moved her lips to his, parting his mouth so she might slip his tongue inside him.

It was a quick, intimate coupling. He kissed her as his entered her, and his cheeks brushed against hers as he thrust in and out. As he came closer to his release, he moved his fingers between them and played with her bud again until she cried out, shaking underneath him as she came again. He pushed into her harder than, and gave her one last kiss before he pulled out of her, spilling his seed on her belly.

He wiped her off with his shirt before collapsing beside her, laying down as soon as Leda shot up.

"It's time to ride," she threw his shirt at him. "Get dressed."

Brandon groaned and sat up. "I'll ride, but not in that shirt."

Leda stepped into her dress, but her promptness was foiled by the gown's complex laces. She contorted her arms around her back, trying desperately to find some way to tighten the thing around her.

"Here, let me," Brandon stood up, unaffected by his own nakedness.

"It's fine," Leda said, still struggling. "It came off easily enough."

"But putting it back on is always the hard part isn't it?"

He came behind her and straightened her dress in one aggressive movement. She could feel the heat of his breath on the back of her neck as, with a few harsh tugs of the lace, he tied her into the fabric.

It made no sense for Leda to feel vulnerable in that moment. She had decided to trust him, she had even told him she loved him, but feeling his strong hands cage her in the thick fabric made her feel small and helpless. Was she so stupid that she couldn't lace her own dress? Was he so much more worldly that he knew more about everything, including women's clothes?

"You know if you're too sore to ride," Brandon tied the knots around her tightly, and smiled. "I'd be happy to sling your over my knee."

Leda looked at him sideways, summoning glint of fire in her eyes. "I don't know who told you it was attractive to be smug, but I disagree with him."

"Don't pretend you don't think I'm attractive," Brandon turned her body to face him. "And of course I'm smug. Look at you."

He leaned down to kiss her, but Leda dodged his lips.

"When you act like won something, I feel like I've lost something." Leda took the laces from her hand, and tied the dress herself, leaving enough room for the fabric to move comfortably. "And I don't like losing."

"Then stop seeing me as a rival," Brandon caught her as she tried to walk away, spinning her towards him again, holding her fast has she tried to wriggle out of his grip. When she stopped fighting him, he brought his hands to her waist, his fingers resting on the curve of her hip. "And I am not the kind of man who thinks you should feel shame in pleasure. That's not me. You've mistaken me with someone else."

Of course, he wasn't Gerald. But he was still a man.

She leaned towards him then, wrapped her arms around his neck. Then, standing on her toes, she kissed him.

Brandon returned the kiss her hungrily, but stopped as she soon as she began to she pressed her body against his cock, which has stiffened under his breaches.

"We do need to get moving," he pressed his hands against her shoulders.

"Then put on your clothes."

***

As soon as they left their camp behind them, they fought. It felt bizarrely comforting to bicker with Brandon. When it was their ideas that clashed, Leda felt on firm footing, much more his equal than when they fought with their bodies.

Ned wanted to meet them at the west peninsula, a common place for Rangers to gather, being easy to find and defend against Highland raids. But it was too public for Leda. Showing her face made it all the more likely for her trade to be sacked, or for her to be taken to a caravan. He could go to the peninsula to meet Ned. She would take Horace home.

"What if they're already there?"

"If they are, they're not alone."

"What do you mean?"

Leda choose her words carefully.

"I couldn't leave my animals without someone to feed them," she took a breath. "And Rob couldn't very well leave."

"The highlander is still in your cottage?" Brandon's voice was low, controlled.

"He couldn't leave."

"Because we'd hunt him down and kill him like an animal?" Brandon brought his horse closer to hers. "That animal killed my Rangers."

"In order to escape slavery in the mines, yes. You would have done the same thing."

"I would never be a slave. I'm an Outlander."

"I am an Outlander too, and I was a slave until I escaped."

"He killed Rangers."

"And now Rangers are coming to kill me."

Leda kicked her heels, bringing Horace out in front of Beast until Brandon was forced to stop his horse.

"You say this man is a killer? Fine," Leda continued to block Brandon as he tried to move around her. "Maybe he'll kill for me."

"Why would he do that?"

"I saved his life."

"And I saved your life," Brandon said angrily. "I've been saving your life everyday for five years by keeping your secret and keeping you safe."

"You brought your Rangers to me for a reason. I gave you food, I gave you a place to sleep. A connection to goods from Cliffhouse that the Generals would have never allowed. It was your secret too. And now look at what your men, your Rangers, are trying to do!"

Leda didn't know why she was yelling at him. Whatever they had originally disagreed about felt far away. She took a moment to calm herself, and brought her voice down

"Brandon, I'm going home. Rob will help us. I promise.

"How can you be so sure?" Brandon's eyes penetrated hers. "He doesn't know you."

"He does, in a way."

"Not my way."

"Well, you're right about that," Leda smiled softly. "You don't have to trust him. You just have to trust me."

Brandon nodded silently, and Leda brought out of his way.

"Tell Ned thank you for me." She said.

"Make arrangements, I'll be at your cottage by nightfall."

He met her eyes and for the first time ever, she saw fear in them.

"I feel like I should ask you to kiss me."

She smiled and did what he asked, bringing Horace close, and leaning over to touch his lips softly with her own. He held the back of her head and kissed her deeply. Like it was the last time.

"Take care on the road," Leda's voice was low, unsteady. "Don't die."

"Of course not, I'm a survivor," He smiled that funny half smile. "Like you."

***

It was midday when she reached her barn, and Leda was relieved to see it standing. She had beat whomever was coming. As she rode up to her property, she could hear the bleating of goats, and when she entered her barn she noticed it looked... different somehow. She looked to her feet, and noticed that the ground was covered in a new, dry bed of hay. Everything was dry; No drainage problem.

She took her time giving Horace and the other horses food and water. Then she explored the property tentatively. Everything seemed in good order. The goats where clean and fed, the chickens were not surrounded by eggs and the crops appeared to have been watered. It was a sunny day, and everything around her seemed idyllic. The only thing breaking the pastoral tableau was a loud thumping sound at the back of the cottage.

She rounded the corner to see Rob splitting wood with an ax. He wore nothing but his ratty breeches, and his body glistened with sweat in the sunlight. He was huge, and hairy, standing barefoot as he wielded the ax effortlessly. Leda's mind went to her old stories once more. Here was Herakles, a demi-God among men - something bigger than more powerful than a human, bursting out of a human skin.

You are begging to be mounted and fucked.

What would it be like to be mounted fucked by this man? This monster? Part animal, art God?

Rob saw her looking at him and stopped, mid-swing, putting his ax to the side as he wiped sweat off his brow.

"You're back," he said. His voice was gruff, deep.

"Yes," Leda inched closer, afraid to approach him with any sudden movements. "You should wear shoes when you're swinging an ax."

He grunted. "The ax goes where I tell it to."

Rob watched as she approached him tentatively, and he felt his body humming once again.

The woman was back.

For the last three days, he wandered through her empty space, trying to piece the idea of her together. She wasn't like any woman he knew in the Highland villages, nor what she what he had been told about Outlander women. Porridge faced and spiritless, he'd heard. Made for breeding but barely worth the fuck.

But his woman was something else. A strange sort of loner, living by herself at the end of the world. He still had no idea where he was, and he supposed that was the point. This woman had created a village for herself out of nothing. If she had been a Highlander, this would have been admired, revered even. Her lands might be small, but she would have been a Queen.

And he wanted to fuck her until she screamed.

His cock immediately got hard when he saw her, with her cheeks and lips flushed pink and her hair tussled from the ride. She was a hot-blooded thing. A female animal with a firm round ass and a pretty cunt. She had left him to find her Ranger, but now she was back, looking at the bulge of his cock as her eyes became dark and her lips parted.

He moved closer to her, and Leda could smell his sweat, feel the heat radiating off his giant body.

He looked down at his erection, then back at her.

"You in heat, girl?"

The words came out like a growl.

Leda shook her head.

"I'm don't.. I'm not —"

"Let me check for you." He went to his knees and pulled up her skirts.

"Hold this." he said. And for some reason, Leda did has she was told.

His rough fingers brushed her cunt,

"You're dripping, girl."

He stood up and showed her his fingers, coated in her wetness.

"Taste," he brought his hand to her lips and she nodded, shaking. Then she parted her lips and let him put his wet fingers in her mouth.

Her eyes met his as she stroked his callouses with her tongue. His eyes were black as watched her taste herself, pushing in deeper as she sucked his fingers one by one.

"I want this mouth on my cock."

She nodded, oblivious everything but the fierce desire overpowering her.

He pulled her to him roughly, and pressed his lips against hers. She had forgotten how rough his kisses were. Unlike Brandon, who kisses were part of his seduction, part of the pleasure he wanted to give, Rob's kisses were demanding, aggressive. She tried to take control, pressing her tongue in his mouth harshly, but it only made him fiercer as his mouth overpowered hers.

Then he pulled away. Looking her in the eye he took her face in his massive hands and took her lower between his teeth and bit her there. It didn't hurt her, it only made her weak as her thighs became slick.

She fell to her knees and fumbled with his breeches, trying to free his cock, whimpering impatiently as his groin was too far above her to suck comfortably. Rob stumbled down on the stump behind him, took out his cock and watched Leda crawl towards him.

She didn't know how to take it. It was too large. But he eased her towards him, taking his massive cock in his hands before easing the tip between her lips. She licked him softly, looking up at him with her large green eyes as he shuddered with pleasure. She began to explore him with her tongue, licking up and down each side of his thick shaft. He held her head softly and pushed his cock inside her more, straining her mouth as he pushed his length between her pink lips. Even as the tears pricked in the corner of her eyes she sucked him keenly, bobbing up and down on his cock until she could feel him at the back of her throat. Her mouth was overwhelmed with him, she could barely breath and her throat rebelled against her, and still only half his cock was wet. She gagged.

"Careful, girl," he said, taking control of her head to slow her pace. When she found a more comfortable rhythm she looked up at him again, her lips straining around his thick shaft.

Rob couldn't take it. He wanted to pound her face with his cock until she choked, but he knew he could never hurt her like that. He pulled her off his cock.

Leda moaned for the loss of him. But then he picked her up off the ground, pulling her legs around his waist so she straddled him.

"Let me fuck you," he said. Leda had just enough sense left to shake her head.

"No."

"Alright," He hosted her body up to his chest like it was nothing, holding her up with one hand, and moving her skirts with another. Then he began to raise her higher. "Then you're going to cum on my face."

"Rob, you doing mean to —"

"Eat you standing? Yes," he put her legs over his shoulder as she struggled against him.

"Put me down."

Rob sighed. She didn't know how strong he truly was, and the animalistic things he was capable of. She didn't know that he could throw her around like a doll while he made her cum like a waterfall and howl like a bitch in heat.

Soon she would know, he thought as put her on her feet, pushed her against the wall of her cottage and kneeled in front of her. But for now, he would wait until she was ready.

He flipped her shirts over her shoulder and immediately put his tongue inside her. No kissing of her thighs this time, no preparation, he simply ate her cunt like it belonged to him. Leda pushed against his head in shock, but he held her legs open roughly as he plundered her with his tongue and soon she was moaning and squirming in ecstasy. When her body arched away, he grabbed her knees and pulled them over his shoulders, forcing her to kneeling over his face while he fucked her with his tongue. He was greedy for her, his hands reached for her ass, gripping the cheeks with his rough hands while and pulled her against him, hard, and the only way for Leda to balance on top of him was to push her cunt into his face. He growled like a wolf as she pressed against him, messily sucking at her folds, running his bearded chin over her as he ran his teeth lightly over her. She moaning uncontrollably when he did that, she was loud and wild and totally unleashed. So, he found her numb and, as lightly as he could, he softly, gently bit down.

The feeling that shoot through Leda's body was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She screamed with the pure, painful

When he found her clit, at first he was gentle, barely kissing it with his lips as his tongue ran over it softly. She whimpered as he made tiny little circles, but then his pace changed. As her moans came louder his mouth became harder, as he focused his tongue on her most sensitive nub, moving it faster and faster until she was nearly screaming with pleasure. When he could feel her losing control, he too it between his lips and sucked.

Leda's cried out as she fell over that peak of elation. When she recovered, she felt herself being moved again, and this time when Rob put his cock near her mouth, she took it confidently.

His cock was different than Brandon's. Bigger, but uglier. She was sure it wouldn't bring her the pleasure that Brandon's did, but for some reason the thought of Rob splitting her apart on his massive rod made her wetter than anything. She moaned around the tip thinking about it, and went down as far as she could. As it got to the back of her throat, she found it impossible to breath, but the lack of air excited her. She took him in her throat and forced it deeper, deeper until she felt herself gagging. Then he took it out, and while she was moaning for more, he shot his seed onto her face.

Rob slumped down as Leda kneeled, motionless, in front of him. He was outside of himself, feeling the last vibrations of his pleasure until Leda coughed gently. He took his hands to her face and wiped the cum off gently.

Leda stood up, stumbling as she found her balance. Rob took her hand.

"You alright?"

She nodded, but in truth, she felt a bit melancholy as she felt what was left of his cum dry on her face, and the remnants of her own juices on her thigh, she couldn't help but feel something like shame.

"If you're not you can tell me, Leda."

Leda met Rob's eyes, and his expression was, almost soft. His hand still held hers, and he squeezed her fingers briefly.

"I just feel a bit guilty," the words spilled out of her. She didn't know what it was about Rob that made her want to confess her feelings - the creeping sense of shame that overtook her as soon as their sexual frenzy subsided - but she did want to confess to him. He might not know her, or understand anything about her life or her history but, he had something Brandon didn't. When he wasn't making her cum like a bitch in heat he was... sweet.

"In the Highlands, were you ever told that enjoying sex, or anything like it, was wrong?"

"Never,"

Leda laughed in spite of herself. "Well then, I guess we're at an impasse."

"Maybe," Rob smiled and brought her close to him. "But I know from experience that what happened just now was natural. I was cutting wood half naked, and you wanted to know my cock tasted like."

Leda laughed in spite of herself. "Is that what happened?"

"Yes,"

"And you played no part in it?"

"Well I was hard as a rock but you can hardly blame me for that."

"Can't I?"

"It was the first time I'd seen you in days, girl. And considering that all I've done since you left is think about you, and your sweet little cunt, seeing you standing there in front of me what a bit more than I could take."

Leda felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I guess you were living in my space, you couldn't help but think of me."

"That too but, Leda..." he took her hand and drew it to his chest, possessively. "You've got to admit there is something between us. I've never wanted to mount a woman so much as I've wanted you. I don't know if it's your pretty hips or your smell or the knowledge that you saved my life, but I've bonded to you."

Leda couldn't look up at him, so he sad down and lifted her onto his knee, making sure her eyes were level to his.

"If we were in the Highlands, I'd want you in my furs."

"What does that mean?"

"I fuck you and you have my children."

"Oh," Leda looked away from him. "You mean I'd be your mate."

"It's not like that in the Highlands. Men and women share their lives there," he brought her closer to him, trying to catch her eyes. They were glassy now, but the unspent tears made them softer somehow, and brighter then ever.

"I don't want to be owned by a man," she said softly.

"I'm not an Outlander."

Leda scoffed. "You're a man."

The edge in her voice was undeniable. She at Rob through the side of her eye, before turning to face him directly.

"This morning, I was with Brandon."

Rob had no reaction beyond a single grunt.

"You like cock," he shrugged. "That's fine."

Leda let out a single peal of laughter. Of all the things he might have said, that was his choice. Maybe all Highlanders were so frank and guileless, but she suspected they weren't. She suspected that Rob was something all together separate. Both a monster and an innocent.