[M4F] [GWA Script Offer] Like Horses, Ye Ken? [Outlander] [Fanfiction], [Historical]; [Rough] and [Romantic]; [Biting], [BJ]; [Scottish Accent], [Bilingual], [Scottish Gaelic]; one or two [‘I love it when you’]s and [‘I love to’]s

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Happy newlywed Frasers still on the road with the tax collecting party, one night Jamie proposes wild mating. Like horses, ye ken?

For the purposes of the story (like there actually is a story there, LOL) let’s think that they stay in an inn for the night and not in the woods by the fire.

Changes and improvisation are welcome; ad libbing in Scots or Scottish Gaelic is practically BEGGED for! :D When improvising, be kind to never take the Lord’s name in vain, LOL, it would break the character. ;D

About 1100 words. English words. I didn’t write in Scots, because I don’t know it well enough to do it justice and didn’t want to mess it up. Feel free to change anything to make it more authentic! :-)

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(Clothes rustling; a groan) Ugh, I think I’ve strained something today hurling all those sacks. Bad year – and you wish them to be heavier, good year – and you break your back. Ned Gowan can’t abide live pigs, and I could do with less grain…

(A small pause)

Oh, I am thankful all right! And, true, oats are so much better than grass. (Content, happy and playful) I guess now that I’ve settled down and married, I’m becoming this grumpy old man, plagued with rheumatism and gout and whatnot… Too fine for hurling chalders and chalders of grain for sure… (Stretches and groans again; frustrated mock protest) I am a laird, after all… that’s not what lairds do…

Will you kindly stop laughing at your lord and master, a' ghraidh?!

I just wanted a little warmth is all. Some compassion. A womanly touch. Healing hands of my Sassenach… (A long kiss, a sigh)

Still cannot believe you are finally mine, all of this finally mine, this mouth that works such wonders, too…

So much we haven’t tried yet… I need more lessons… more practice… You should teach me… really break me in… Or who will be breaking in whom?

(Intimately, in growly whisper, with a few kisses here and there) You told me you thought once that if you were a horse, you would let me ride you anywhere. What about really doing it… like horses tonight? Eh? My bonnie, bonnie wee filly…

(A light playful slap; chuckles)

If you didn’t take that as a compliment, you haven’t been around them much then… They are so beautiful, and graceful, and gentle, and strong, and clever…

They don’t usually wear as much, though… I love to undress you. Really makes me feel you’re mine… Unlacing your corset, peeling your chemise off, letting your skirts fall on the floor, undoing your hair… No one gets to do that but me, mo nighean donn… And the way you fumble with the buckle of my belt… The way your skirts and my kilt look on the floor in one heap!.. (Groan)

Some horses can be really skittish or restive, though. You must look out or you’ll get hurt badly. They would bolt, and rear, and bite. Takes long ground training to make them behave.

(Laughs) You can make anything sound dirty! And it is nothing like that! (Kisses and soft grunts and groans throughout, supposedly kissing the listener’s neck and ear :D) You cannot beat discipline into a horse, you must be patient, take your time, gain their trust and respect…

And by all means find that spot they like to have scratched… When you talk to them softly and scratch them in the right place… oh, do they love it… they roll back their eyes, bare their teeth, stretch out their neck wishing you’d never stop… Just like you now… Nach tu tha briagh… And then they’ll do whatever you want them to…

<--------A blowjob :D-------->

(Groans and little hisses) Oh, I love it when you bite and nip your way down my chest and stomach like that… A lion beag ìs bheagan, mar a dh' ith an cat an t-iasg… I know what it means… heaven… Bite more, bite harder… Yes! The things you do to me, mo nighean donn…

(More and more dominant, with groans and non-verbal encouragements throughout; feel free to improvise) Now and then they still will test you, challenge you, try to get their way… to see if they can get away with it… and you must be gentle and firm, or they’ll never accept you as their master… they submit, but only as long as you believe in yourself… It takes confidence… You must let a horse know who’s really in charge… Grab them by the mane, twist and pull it a bit…

(Groans in pain suddenly) UGH! Sassehach, easy with the teeth! You don’t want a gelding, do you? (Apologetically) Got it, got it… You just bring it all out… The beast in me… You know when a rider grabs a horse by the mane? When he’s not good at it and just tries to hold onto something for dear life when his mount bolts…

And now you've stopped… why didn’t I just hold my tongue?

<-------- /A blowjob -------->

<-------- Cowgirl :D -------->

Oh, you want to ride me now… I’m all yours… Oh yes, grab me like that, guide me into you…

(Hiss, chuckle, groan; breathing pattern suggests thrusting) I like a girl with a spirit… Do you kick, Sassenach? I think we’ll find out as our married life progresses… Your lord and master is bound to do something stupid at some point… and more than once…

Ride me, ride me, I’d take you anywhere, too… But I won’t rush, I know better now… Cha bhi luathas agus grinneas an cuideachd a' cheile… lean in, let me kiss you… (Moans, kissing sounds; feel free to improvise)

(Chuckles) Horses don’t scratch! You’ll play a cat next time! Why urge me on like that anyway? Cha chòir an t-each glan a chur uige.

<-------- /Cowgirl-------->

<-------- Doggie :D -------->

(Feverish) Turn over… It’s perfect… you… on all fours… so that I could ram into you, digging my fingers into your hips…

Or grab you by the hair, making you arch your back like that… and look back at me…

This way I can have my hands all over you, playing with you, teasing, stroking, grabbing… Really pleasuring you… It’s like grooming a horse… no spot must be left untouched… for the coat to be nice and shiny… I wish I had more hands…  two on your hips, slamming you onto me, one hand between your legs… two more on your nipples… squeezing, twisting… and yet another covering your mouth, making you suck on my fingers… feeling your tongue work, your cheeks get hollow… feeling you pant and bite…

I love this… Leaning over you, nuzzling and biting you neck… marking you as mine… breathing against your skin… losing myself in the smell of your hair…

And what if there were the whole… herd around… watching us, watching the stallion… and the lead mare… (growls) mating… aye, lass, push back onto me like that, harder, harder… Don’t bite down your moans, your screams, a' ghraidh, let them all hear, every last one of them…  Oh, I love it how tough you are… you could probably take a real stallion… (playful chuckle) Like that devil Donas back at Leoch… and then we’d bury what’s left of him… Oh, you are a wild one, a' ghraidh…

(Improvise to a supposedly simultaneous orgasm)

(Panting, licking lips; peaceful exhale; a small pause)

(Whispers, very curious and puzzled) Claire!.. Claire!.. Who’s Roosevelt?