Flame Of The Highlands

Flame Of The Highlands

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Sexy,Scottish historical period drama set in the 17th Century which focuses on the trials and tribulations of "The Marquis Of Montrose" and his gorgeous wife Isabelle. He inherits the family title from his late father after his sudden demise.This romantic yarn takes the reader on a historical journey to a time when clans were at war with each other. The young Marquis has his work cut out sorting feuding families and arresting the persecution of the Quakers who are a religious group imprisoned in Aberdeen's notorious tolbooth prison.

Summary

Sexy,Scottish historical period drama set in the 17th Century which focuses on the trials and tribulations of "The Marquis Of Montrose" and his gorgeous wife Isabelle.

He inherits the family title from his late father after his sudden demise.This romantic yarn takes the reader on a historical journey to a time when clans were at war with each other.

The young Marquis has his work cut out sorting feuding families and arresting the persecution of the Quakers who are a religious group imprisoned in Aberdeen's notorious tolbooth prison.


Chapter1 (v.1) - Isabelle Satisfies My Sexual Desires

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Sexy,Scottish historical period drama set in the 17th Century which focuses on the trials and tribulations of "The Marquis Of Montrose" and his gorgeous wife Isabelle. He inherits the family title from his late father after his sudden demise.This romantic yarn takes the reader on a historical journey to a time when clans were at war with each other. The young Marquis has his work cut out sorting feuding families and arresting the persecution of the Quakers who are a religious group imprisoned in Aberdeen's notorious tollbooth prison.

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Submitted: September 25, 2015

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Flame Of The Highlands Chapter 1  - Isabelle Satisfies My Sexual Desires
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In the year 1675  i was assigned the task of becoming "Marquis Of Montrose",this was a prestigious title bestowed to my father before me.I would carry on in this role for the sake of his passing.
 
There were many responsibilities in holding this title not least in keeping together a community and it's people in some semblance of order.
 
 
I was only a wean (young) when my new dawn had arrived providing me with this new challenge.
 
At first it would prove a little unco (strange) and i would have be a little canny (clever) and get to know my people and their roles within my community.
 
We had always lived in Muchalls castle which had a splendid setting over looking the north sea in the countryside of Kincardine And Means.
 
 
The castle itself could be traced back to the 13th century built in the shape of a tower house structure by the Frasers of Muchalls in the 17th century just before i was born.
 
Although it was started by Alexander Burnett it was completed by his son Sir Thomas First Baronet.
 
 
The day began like no other i would have to assemble all the members of the household and as i had been on business in the granite city of Aberdeen.
 
I would  make my way by horse and carriage to the said location perched by the footholds.
 
The coast surrounding my home is bold and rocky and with little indentation but the land is in a good state of cultivation yet mountainous and hilly.
 
From the south side of the castle one can see spectacular views which incorporate Ben Macduhi rising to 4296 feet and the chief river Ythan.
 
 
It was the day after my fathers funeral that i had been summoned to the city to be sworn in as the new Marquis of Montrose,this had been the reason why i had spent my first and only night away from my family home.
 
A good friend of my father had put me up in his castle in nearby Huntly and it proved a most amenable location,not to mention the hospitality and deep sympathy which his family had afforded me.
 
 
I left Upperkirkgate at about 10 o'clock that morning by horse and carriage through some rather unpleasant weather.
 
Before i had even set foot in the carriage i was indeed drookit (dripping wet) but no matter or palaver were made of this chitterin (shivering from the cold).
 
I was soon on my way home to get organised with the new tasks that lay ahead of me.
 
 
My father had suffered many a blight in his time as Marquis including losing half of his company and staff through the terrible plague of 1647.This killed a quarter of the population of Aberdeenshire.
 
Prior to this the town and it's people had also been slain (killed) in 1644 when the previous incumbent had led his royalist troops against the city.
 
A little drummer boy was shot and all hell let loose and indeed the town refused at first to surrender before being plundered.
 
Later the town would have it's revenge as the culprit was executed after his capture and his arm was put on display in the town for all to see.
 
 
The journey from Aberdeen would take at least 3 hours weather permitting and one would stop for a brief rest bite in order to take refreshment.
 
I was now only in to the first hour of the journey when i noticed the bulwark which was built on the south part of the estuary.
 
 It had been built so when the tide came in it would scour the harbour and make it deeper.
 
Although i was safely encased within the perimeter of my carriage,there was a fair amount of dirt which on occasion would spurt up toward me when the wind picked up so i felt a little mocket (dirty).
 
 
One of my first tasks as Marquis would be to address the issues concerning the imprisonment of the local quakers who were now kept in the tolbooth which was the notorious cruel dungeon of the city.
 
These poor unfortunate souls had been incarcerated for their beliefs and kept in darkness night and day.
 
Yet crowds had flocked to hear of their preachings when they had been allowed a little break from this distressing ordeal.
 
 
One of the family's main business's was in hosiery, a trade which consisted of coats being made of crombie cloth.
 
The production of this was essential in order to protect the local economy and large amounts were made for export to the new world and the The Indies.
 
I had been gane (gone) now 3 hours on the journey and had not stopped as was first anticipated and began to become irritated by this.
 
So I started to tap on the top of the carriage to my driver who at first seemed ignorant to my pleas but eventually pulled up the horses and asked of my enquiry.
 
 
"Prey sir what can it be troubling you?",he said, I stopped to look at his ignorant expression and then announced that i was indeed in need of a call of nature and asked him to permit me to be released for this most urgent of needs.
 
At this he started to chuckle and blether (chat) i then made my way to hidden bush by the dirt track, did what one does in these circumstances, I was conscious of piercing eyes in the deep yonder.
 
When i returned wearie (exhausted) the driver began to blether(chat) once again and i exclaimed in an angry tone (haud yer wheesht) "be quiet".
 
I was anxious to be on my way and was not now far from the splendid surroundings of Muchalls Castle.
 
"Och aye",exclaimed I,here were the ruins of St.Machars Kirk just in front of us now,some of the stones had been removed by the English when they had decided to build a fort by a nearby castle.
 
 
At last the carriage approached the track leading up to front entrance of Muchalls castle,i noticed a welcome party had been assembled in the front entrance to where one entered the building.
 
The driver immediately stopped the two horses and opened the door leading to my chamber.
 
"Did you have a good trip sir? i hope it wasn't too bumpy" he exclaimed.
 
I ignored his question and frowned at his very presence before making my way to meet various family members and staff.
 
 
We made our way in to the great hallway and i was by now in deep conversation with my wife Isabelle.
 
She was a beautiful woman of tender years,we had met whilst i was abroad in Spain during the time of the conflict with France.
There were always many between these two neighbouring countries.
 
It had been unfortunate that our circumstances where we met had not been not of our own personal choosing but indeed arranged by our peers.
 
This gorgeous flower of fancy had been presented to me for her own protection and safe passage which was guaranteed by my father.
 
She was promised a new life here in Scotland, a safe haven from the dangers of war in her home land.
 
 
Although Isabelle had spent much of her life in Spain she was indeed of Scottish descent,as her mother had married a rich Spanish aristocrat and had emigrated out there when she was only 3 years of age.
 
Unfortunately both of her parents had been killed in a tragic circumstance when their carriage was hit by a stray cannon fire intended for the castle from where they were trying to escape.
 
The child was lucky enough to have survived at this time as she had been staying at a relative of the father for safe keeping,indeed the two parents were to join up with her but they didn't make it.
 
 
She had the most glorious green eyes and her hair radiant and red in colour she was fair skinned with a pale complexion.
 
I had to watch out for he fierce temper and i would joke on occasion."Be careful with that tongue dear it's so sharp you might end up cutting yourself with it", this always brought a smile to her face.
 
 
It was now early afternoon and both of us had lots to catch up with in terms of our tasks to organise the new house hold.
 
There would need to be many changes and there was also the feud between the Mcbriars and the Grants to sort out.
 
These waring clans had been at it for over a year now and neither side wanted to sort it out so i would arrange a meeting between the two chieftains.
 
This would have to wait until the end of the week as i had more taxing issues at hand like getting reacquainted with my wife.
 
 
We enjoyed a nice dinner with smoked salmon and cured kippers complimented by tatties and salad.
 
After which we consumed wild raspberries and a small drambuie in the lairds lug (listening room).This was used for spying in on members of staff in case they might be plotting a revolt one would always have to be canny about these issues.
 
 
It was now late afternoon and the shadows of sunlight were passing slowly over our love nest as we stepped in to our sleeping quarters.
 
We both embraced in a sumptuous kiss gripping each others bodies like for dear life before slowly undressing one another.
 
I held Isabelle's right hand so tightly in mine and with the other began to stroke her soft red hair,in so doing she glanced in to my gaze with her beautiful green eyes.
Not a word was spoken as both of us lay naked on the soft duck feathered bed.
 
I began to kiss her from head to toe and no part of her body remained untouched,my hand investigated all ideas of bringing lust and pleasure to this occasion.
 
Her large white breasts were now deeply embedded in my face as i began to kiss them one b one along with her two enlarged nipples which invited my tongue to test their firmness.
 
 
Our bodies became drenched in sweat, the windows steamed over and then we were ready for the hand-fasting (love making) to begin.
 
Slowly i came towards her and with firm penetration my love sword released the energy of my sexual desire in to her velvet love glove.
 
The expression on our faces must have painted a passionate picture before we climaxed and i rolled over to her loving gaze.
 
 
Our conversations were always brief but our love making lasted for hours and it was then that i usually began to come out with my little chestnuts of inspiration.
 
"That was fantastic sweetie i truly love you with all my heart and have missed you like a flower misses the rain but i knew soon enough we would be together once again.",I said.
 
Scottish by birth, british by law and a highlander by the grace of god", I said,we both chuckled before drifting off to sleep.
 
Indeed our efforts had proved a great strain on our energy resources.
 
Isabelle awoke briefly to make one tired request before she fell asleep once again for the duration.
 
"You don't fancy getting back in the saddle again do you?,it's just that i don't think you had quite finished your trotting through the forest" she said.
 
I had by now long since fallen asleep and her request fell on deaf ears.
 
 
Tomorrow was another day and for now there was some serious resting to be done before the challenges which lay ahead would need to be addressed.
 


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