First Thirst (Craving 1)

Women were luscious things meant to be revered and enjoyed, and I had enjoyed them.

Drink? Well, that allowed me to forget that I had lost all that was dear.

M’uncle’s passing changed everything. It was as though I woke up from an unending nightmare.

His passing made me realize how much I had to make up for.

I had been irresponsible and it was now time to be the man both m’father and uncle would wish me to be.

Ah, good intentions. Aye, but mine were pure and I was on the right road.

Those first months I set everything in order at m’late father’s estate. It was m’duty to make certain m’tenants had what they needed for their farms to thrive. It was m’duty to make certain m’father’s legacy was carried on as he would wish, and I did just that.

MacLeod Castle was only a half day away and I was busy between m’manor and the castle in those first months. Too busy for anything else becaus

e I dove right in and worked with m’late uncle’s estate man and MacLeod Castle continued to thrive, as did its tenants.

All was well, though…I couldna resist the charm of a barmaid now and then. Aye, I was only human, after all.

It was with the intention of taking the pretty Miss Sue, the Red Bull’s very fine barmaid, into the barn after a pint or two that I went there that damned night.

I wanted her lovely tits and ass beneath me. It was as simple as that, nothing more. I was a man wanting the feel of a woman in m’arms. She was a woman who wanted m’attentions.

I was enjoying a pint at a small table near the door and Miss Sue called out to me, with a smile and a wink. I raised m’glass to her.

Taking a sip of ale, I glanced towards the open double doors and went very still on the seat of m’chair. Aye, but there stood a beauty…oh, such a beauty. She was stunning!

She stood inside the doorway of the tavern and when our eyes met, she pushed her long blonde hair away from her shoulder and her cloak opened and came apart. I stared at her full swelling breasts nearly falling out of the low scooped bodice of her black velvet gown.

Our eyes had already met, and I found I couldna look away from her.

M’dick was hard and throbbing and m’brain was oddly fuzzy.

Her eyes sparkled deep hazel, and I fancied I saw a hint of amber in their recesses.

Her lips were cherry red and she licked them as I stared, and she smiled at me. She seemed, however, hesitant about entering the tavern.

I got to m’feet and as I moved towards her, her eyes never wavered from m’face. M’body was on fire, but I remember thinking it dinnae feel natural.

But a young man doesna always think when his cock does it for him. All I knew, all I saw was the beauty looking helpless and in need of help.

As I approached, I asked gently, lest I frighten her, “Are ye in need of assistance?”

“Yes, I am,” she said softly, so softly, with a glint in those amber tinged eyes.

I noted that her accent was English and I smiled, I hoped, reassuringly. “Far away from home?”

She gave me a quirky look but answered, “Very far. My coach has lost a wheel and my driver has been unable to repair the damage. He went up the road towards a nearby farm, but I came here in the hopes that I could acquire lodgings for my maid and myself for the night. But…I see this is only a tavern.”

I was surprised. “And yer maid left ye to walk here alone?”

“My maid remained in the coach. She is elderly and I did not know how far I would have to walk…”

“There is an inn just a bit farther down the road...in the center of the village. It is small, but quite clean and respectable. It should do for a night. Allow me to walk ye there,” I offered. It is what any gentleman would do, but to be honest, I dinnae have gentlemanly thoughts, or even plans in m’head right then. I was on fire for the lovely.

“Oh, would you? Thank you so very much,” she said, and put her gloved fingers on my bent arm.

Aye, I was unnaturally taken with her. But I gave that notion no thought.