The Collector 3: Cauldron Page 12

  A collective sign sounded from the crowd as the warrior fell, his life fleeing. The man’s head was half severed, and he looked up at the smiling sunlit sky with his head cocked, a look of pain and anger etched into his face for all time.

  Maeve walked over to Matt with measured stride, the flounces of her long skirts kicking out with each step. She spared a glance at her former bed-partner then took Matt’s hand and raised it high. “Matt O’Brien has won the right to my bed and that which he seeks!” she pronounced. “Thus have I spoken!”

  The crowd raised a cheer. Matt, his head buzzing from the declining adrenaline rush, grinned around at them. The civilized man inside him burned in shame, but that ancient, primitive part gloried in his success. The look in Maeve’s eyes as she smiled at him promised much to come. Exhausted as he felt, he wondered if he was up to the challenge of bedding the queen for the cause.

  He looked over and saw Kate with Fergus Mac Nessa beside her. She nodded, her gaze darting from him to the queen. She wouldn’t approach with Maeve standing beside Matt. “Majesty, when do you require my, ah, services?” he asked her.

  Maeve grinned, a predator’s smile. “Not just yet, my handsome lad! Look at you; you’re all bloody and sweaty, so.” She flicked her fingers in the direction of Kate. “Go to your woman and get cleaned up. There’ll be a feast to celebrate your success this day, and after that,” she licked her lips, “you’re all mine!”

  Matt returned to his seconds, the sword dangling loose in his hand. To his surprise and pleasure Kate flung her arms around him and held him tight. “Damn, I was so worried for you there!” she said.

  “It’s over now, Kate,” he said stroking her back.

  She drew back her head and cupped his face between her hands. “I’m glad,” she said and kissed him quickly on the lips.

  He blinked and smiled and felt his face grow warm. “Thanks.”

  Her fine dark skin grew darker yet as she blushed and she stepped back and cleared her throat. “You’re welcome.” She glanced at Fergus. “Right, let’s get Matt out of this gear and get him a stiff drink. Come to that, we could all use one.”

  He handed the sword to the bard, then held his arms up to allow Kate to work on the crude leather ties that held the two halves of the cuirass together around his torso. She worked at the knots with deft fingers, swearing under her breath as one proved stubborn. Matt smiled. Kate wouldn’t meet his eye but on an instinctive level he knew she was thinking the same as he – a boundary had been crossed and nothing between them would be the same again. Then his mind turned to the problem of Maeve. How the hell was he going to deal with her? He glanced at the sky, judging the time. There were some hours to dark and he’d have that long to come up with an idea.

  * * * * *

  Kate was shopping for clothes and goods amongst the stalls set outside the crofts when Matt found her later that day. He took her out to a shaded place among the trees near the settlement, and there made a proposition that stunned her. “You want me to do what?” Kate stared at him.

  “Oh, come on, Kate!” He spread his hands. “It’s not as if you haven’t seen it before.”

  “I don’t know if I can ... you know.” She flapped her fingers in the direction of his crotch. “Why do you want your cock enlarged anyway? It’s fine the way it is.”

  Her dusky face turned a darker shade as she blushed on realizing what she’d said. He did the gentlemanly thing and ignored it. “I’ve got to please Queen Maeve. She expects me to fuck her, and I thought the best way to do so would be to have a bigger cock.”

  “Men!” She sighed and shook her head. “It’s all about size with you, isn’t it? Why don’t you work on technique instead; actually go so far and ask your partner what she likes?”

  “Maeve strikes me as the straightforward kind. I doubt technique will work much around her; she’s too earthy.”

  “I don’t know; you might be surprised. Look, okay, I’ll give it a try. Get your cock out where I can see it.”

  He unlaced the belt and dropped his pants, revealing his manhood to her gaze for the second time in their short acquaintance. It was tumescent, she guessed he was feeling excited at the weird suggestion he’d made. She smiled in spite of the situation. “It’s a fine looking cock, Matt. Are you sure you want me to tamper with nature?”

  “Go ahead ‑‑ only don’t make it too big!”

  “I won’t. Okay, ready?”

  He nodded and looked down as she reached out and closed her fingers around his shaft. She stroked it, feeling the heat of his skin in her clasp, feeling the steady, rapid pulse that ran through it. “The will and the word,” she said and took a deep breath. “I want your cock to grow until I say otherwise.”

  The strange tingle rose in her chest and spread out into her arm. “It’s coming!” she said. The pins-and-needles feeling flowed down her arm and into his cock, and she felt it twitch.

  Matt drew a sharp breath and stared. “I can feel something happening!” he said, excitement in his voice.

  “It’s growing!” she said, marveling at the sight.

  Matt’s cock was growing at a steady rate. It was quite slender but long; now it was filling out, becoming thicker and even longer. “Nine inches ... ten inches ... eleven! Shit, we’d better hold it at that!”

  He grunted, his eyes wide, and his hand came up and fumbled for a grip on her shoulder.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, for his face was pale.

  “I think the blood in my body is finding the new space and filling it!” he gasped, and she giggled.

  “Yeah. God only gave men enough blood to work your brains or your cocks, but not both at the same time!”

  His cock stopped growing longer; instead filling out even more. “Okay, it’s about six inches around. Time to stop, I think.”

  She released her grasp and stepped back. Matt let his hand fall and stood staring down at his newly modified member. “Dear god! I’m going to need a license to pack this kind of weapon!”

  “Not in these parts you ain’t,” she grinned. “Whoo-ee! I think I did you proud. Poor Maeve’s going to faint when she gets a load of you!”

  “Are you sure it’s permanent? Or at least last until tomorrow, right?”

  “Yeah, as far as my wide knowledge of the weird shit I can now do goes.” She shrugged and reached out to clasp it once more. “One final check ...” Stepping close she kissed him on the lips, as she stroked his engorged prick. “We need to make sure it’s fully functional, right?”

  “Oh, Kate!” He looked stunned. “I didn’t think you wanted to know me like that.”

  “Fuck it all, Matt,” she sighed. “Once I thought you had your head so far up your ass you couldn’t see daylight. Now ...” She stroked his cock. “Now, I think I see things differently.”

  “I feel different too,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “Back there, during that fight, nothing was certain. One slip and it would’ve been all over. I didn’t have time to think about anything other than the combat, but I could still feel ...” He sighed and cupped her chin in his fingers. “I felt it would be a huge tragedy if I died and we lost the chance to get to know each other, to explore where these feelings would take us.”

  “You didn’t die, Matt, and I’m glad, really glad!”

  Tears prickled her eyes, but they went unshed when his arms came up and enfolded her, and together they sank down into the long, soft grass. She put a hand behind his head and drew it down so she could kiss him again, her tongue sliding between his lips to meet his tongue in moist conjunction. Matt’s firm, muscular body pressed against her, his hands wandering, exploring, finding and cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples began to perk, and she felt her face and throat grow hot to match the growing heat between her legs.

  Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs in open invitation, thankful that the new kilt she’d bought presented no obstacle to his questing hand. It slid under the hem of the skirt, lifting it up an
d bunching it around her hips, before sliding down and between her legs. “Mmm!” she grunted into his mouth as his fingertips stroked her pussy lips, his touch so light and delicate it was as if a breeze caressed her there. “You’re good!” she said.

  “What were you saying about technique?” he grinned.

  “Furgedaboutit!” She stroked his hair as he stroked her sex. “Maeve’s got a real treat coming to her, and cumming in her!”

  “I’ll aim to please.”

  “So long as you don’t fall for the red-haired wench I don’t mind.”

  Matt blinked and stared at her. “You think I’m going to fall in love with that royal harlot from hell?”

  “Stranger things have happened at sea,” she said.

  “It won’t happen,” he said with a decisive shake of his head. He stooped and planted a line of kisses up her neck to her cheek and lips. “There’s too much at stake to fool around with her.”

  “You don’t seem to mind our fooling around,” she whispered.

  “This is different. We’re strangers in a strange land, and we need to comfort each other. Right?”

  “Comfort away,” she murmured, “but I was under the impression we were becoming more than just strangers.”

  His eyes were serious as he regarded her. “Maybe we are more than that. Would you like to be?”

  “Would you?”

  “I asked first,” he grinned, and his fingers began to stroke deeper, running over her labia and then into her cleft. She grunted and shifted position to allow him free play, and grunted again as his fingers slid inside her and his thumb pressed her clit bud. “Ooh yeah!” she gasped, feeling it swell and heat up under his touch. “No fair though, distracting me like this! I do want to be more than just friends with you, Matt.”

  He withdrew his hand and rested it by his side. “I’d like that too. And you’re right; I don’t want to take advantage of you. I do care for you, Kate.”

  She smiled up at him. “Was that so hard to say?”

  “It’s not something I say every day, so yeah.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. And I care for you, Matt.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  The word love seemed to hover in the air between them but Kate felt it wasn’t quite time to utter such a thing. They gazed at each other and, in a sublime moment of empathy, recognized the same thought in the other’s mind. As one they laughed and then fell silent.

  Matt stroked her cheek, kissed her, and then his hand wandered down to her pussy once more. She shifted her butt and felt his fingers begin to explore her sex. Her juices eased his movements, and he added another finger, and another, until he was finger-fucking her with three up, lying close beside her, his arm pumping like a slow, strong piston. Flickers of light began to dance in her mind as the nerves in her pussy and clit began to send their messages to her brain. She clenched her pussy around his fingers, increasing the contact with them, drawing every last sensation from his play.

  Somehow he’d opened Kate's shirt without her being aware of it, and now his lips were closing on her breasts and nipples, seeking out each swollen nub and sucking on them, nipping them between lips and teeth and making the motes of fire dance all the harder in her mind.

  She came with a suddenness that shocked her, a spasm closing her pussy around his fingers and, grasping his wrist, she held him rigid inside her as she rode the wave of pleasure. “Ooouuuuuhhhh!”

  He waited, allowing her to control the moment as her orgasm spent, then he rolled between her thighs and sought entrance.

  The huge new cock slid inside, lubricated by her copious juices and she drew a sharp breath and her eyes popped wide open. “Dear god!” she gasped. “I feel like I’m back in that fucking henge, with two of you guys inside me!”

  “Colm isn’t needed now you’ve worked magic on me,” he whispered, stroking stray hairs from her face. He pecked her on the lips. “Now it’s my turn to work magic inside you.”

  “Why, go ahead, sugar!” she said. He laughed, and she wrapped her legs about his hips, keeping the clasp loose, allowing him to ply his huge new member. “Oh, my God!” she gasped as he slid home again and again. “Wow!”

  “Is it too much?” he asked, with anxious eyes.

  “No, no; not at all. I’m good and wet, and it’s not hurting ‑‑ much. Just go easy to begin with, tiger, and let me get used to my handiwork.”

  He nodded and took his weight on his elbows. The first few thrusts of his hips were tentative, exploring her elasticity, and she nodded approval. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to split her open he became more confident, and his thrusts grew longer, and deeper.

  “Oh, yeahhhh!” she said in a husky voice, clutching him tightly and wrapping her legs hard about his waist. “Go for it, Matt!”

  A peculiar expression crossed his face. He tensed and then sighed. She felt a torrent of cum explode inside her with shocking force and gasped at the heat and quantity of it. “What happened there?” she asked, and his face colored up.

  “I’m sorry! I think it’s the sheer size of my cock, now. There’s so much new area in contact with your cunt, it feels far more sensitive than before.”

  “We’ll have to do something about that,” she said, relaxing her hold. “There’s no way you’ll satisfy the queen-bitch if you premature every time. Let’s see ...”

  She closed her eyes and concentrated, picturing Matt’s cock nestling inside her pussy. It felt softer already; she could do something about that. Raising that tingling sensation again in her center, she guided it downwards, through her tummy and into her pussy. Now she could feel Matt’s cock as if she held it in her hand, and she wrapped the power around it and pushed it inside him.

  “Oh, wow!” he gasped, wide eyed. “What’re you doing?”

  “Hush!” she said, not opening her eyes. “I’m making you firmer.”

  “Go easy on that magic! I don’t want to walk around with a permanent boner!”

  “Don’t worry; you won’t ever be a teenager again.” His cock was now as stiff as it had been when he’d entered her, and she felt her muscles ache in protest. “That’s better. Now, let’s do something about your stamina.”

  She opened her eyes now and clasped his head between her hands. “I’ll give you the power to control the moment you come. I’m sure I can do that.”

  He nodded and closed his eyes. She kissed his brow. His eyelids flickered and he grinned. “Okay, so, control,” Kate said, and she shaped the thought of a faucet, and shaped that image into a cock. Pushing it into his mind, she felt his intellect seize it and draw it away into the deep dark recess where his sexuality lay.

  Matt opened his eyes, blinked a few times and sucked his cheek, as if trying to find something lodged in an impossible place. Then he grinned. “Thank you, my dear! I think that’s done the trick. Now, where were we?”

  She pulled her shirt up, exposing her breasts to the soft breeze blowing across the meadow. “We were right here, and you were fucking me, okay?”

  “Okay by me!”

  He began to thrust once more, long, slow, steady strokes. Once again Kate closed her eyes and savored the feeling of such a huge cock inside her. For a moment, she wondered if the changes she’d wrought in Matt would last beyond the blessed moment when they’d return to their own world. If they did, he’d sure be one popular guy ‑‑ not that she wanted to share him with anyone, she realized with a start. Matt felt good to her, both in the everyday sense and now, with him buried inside her up to the hilt. She clung to him, and wished the moment would never end.

  Soon her body was giving her mind other things to think about. Sensations of stretching, of being filled to capacity inundated her brain. She could feel the squish-squelch of his cum and her juices inside her pussy every time he thrust and withdrew. Heat surged in her belly, and she began to moan and then gasp, as her nails raked his broad back. She pushed her breasts hard against him, and he spared a hand to grasp one, to squeeze it and pinch her ni
pple.

  The sensation tipped her over the edge, and she clung to him as she screamed her release. He remained motionless, waiting out her flood of pleasure, until she began to subside. Then he began to thrust deeper, and harder, and faster, his hips pounding back and forth. Kate wailed with a mixture of surprise and delight and more than a touch of despair. With her magic powering his hardness and perfect control over his climax, she knew Matt was now quite capable of fucking her for hours.

  All of a sudden it seemed too much to contemplate. She allowed her body to react to his ministrations, and she soon came again ‑‑ hard.

  Matt held her in his arms until she began to breathe easily again. With a grin, he began to thrust once more, but she pushed at him. “Okay, enough already Matt.”

  “You don’t want to see how long we can go for?” he asked, sounding surprised.

  “It’s never about endurance, Matt,” she said, feeling cross at the typical male reaction. “It’s not even about giving me orgasm after orgasm. It’s about quality. I’m satisfied, right now. You’ve satisfied me, and now you’ve got nothing to prove.”

  “I do want to see if I can cum again, so soon after last time,” he muttered.

  She rolled her eyes. “Okay, go ahead, but do it quick!”

  He shook his head and gave her an exasperated look, before beginning to thrust and withdraw. Her legs ached, her pussy was one hot mass of discomfort now, and she longed to sit up and rest. Luckily he took her at her word, and it wasn’t long before his movements became urgent, needy. He held her tight against his chest, and once more, she felt the tidal rush of his cum flooding into her.