Rependo
"You are a fool! She has no chance of living! You killed her." Gavin raged on.
"Gavin, I did nothing of the sort. She is not dying because of me." Fergus didn't believe it was his or Corsica's fault. But what if she was a witch?
"I'm leaving, there's nothing left for me here! You killed my mother. You are not my father. You are a monster, and you destroyed your family." Gavin told his father.
"No, stay for your mother. She needs you to be here with her." He begged for Gavin to stay with his mother.
"Why, so you can go back with your sorceress and I can watch her wither and die? No, I'm not doing that." He yelled, furiously, at his father.
"Do not do it for me, boy. Do it for your mother, the woman who gave you life and kept you alive and well. She deserves your company if she is to die." Fergus pressed, trying to convince his son to stay.
"Fine, I'll stay for her. But I will not stay forever." Gavin glared at his father with hate filled eyes as he slowly walked back into the house with his mother.
Fergus sighed as he followed his son into the house to help care for his ailing wife.
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As Fergus waited in the shack for Corsica to show up he wondered about what he would say. What are you? Have you killed my wife? Are you going to kill me? Too late, he felt her hot breath on the nape of his neck as she leaned forward to kiss him. He froze as her lips touched gently to his skin and then were removed.
She felt him tense when she kissed him, "What's wrong?"
He turned to face her, "My wife is dying." He looked more ashamed than upset.
"I'm sorry?" She said, confused by his expression.
"Have you done anything to cause her to die?" He asked as he swallowed hard after his last word.
"What?" She looked up at him, searching his face for an answer.
"My son, he said he saw us last time. Also said he saw your eyes, said they turned white. I looked at my penis, it is bigger, noticeably so." His whole body tensed as he braced himself incase she tried to kill him.
"I'm a demon, Fergus, we made a deal. You got three inches and I get your soul, in ten years, of course." She spoke softly and soothingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him.
"What? What are you talking about?" His face scrunched in confusion and disbelief.
She kissed him, their lips puckered at the sense of each other touching until their tongues became involved. They laced their fingers together in both hands as their bodies came closer and their kiss deepened and steamed up.
Her hands snaked under his kilt and began to stroke his full length. He gasped and groaned as she made each pass faster and squeezing harder. She moved his kilt out of the way as she examined his new length, she placed the head in her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue.
As she began to focus her mouth on him, he sucked air between his teeth and bucked his hips a little as he watched her work on him. He grabbed under her arms, forcing her high up into the air and brought her down fast as her skirt flew up around her. As she came down he wrapped his arms around her and held her entrance just on the tip of himself. She spread her legs further, inviting him to glide himself within her aching, tender canal as she wove her legs around and behind him.
His member throbbed with excitement for her, she could feel he was entirely hers which excited her even more as heat rushed down between her legs. He thrust hard and fast as he held onto her body for leverage, she whimpered in his ear with pain and pleasure, he plummeted harder still. A loud groan filled the shack as she came, he could feel her juices cover him and drip down his thighs. He became more animalistic as he vigorously rammed himself into her repeatedly, trying to please them both.
Her eyes went back into her head as another wave of pleasure made her spasm again in his arms. He was about to lose it as her body tensed around his swollen, enlarged penis for a third time. He came, loudly grunting as he still pumped away inside her, filling her cavity with him and his excrements.
As he slowed they shared another hot kiss, breathlessly heaving into each others mouths with satisfaction. She stepped down off of him and sighed, "Fergus McLeod, you make me the happiest I've ever been, in any life." She spoke the truth. Her life as a human had been a very long time ago and it had been horrible, but nothing compared to what Hell had done to her. She looked into his eyes as she displayed her white eyes for him to gaze into.
His eyes widened at seeing her eyes, all white as they seemed to glow a little in the darkness of their love shack. He had never seen anything more beautiful than this creature in front of him, he didn't care what she was or what she had done. He had fallen deeply in love with her, whatever she was.
He pressed his lips to hers without another word and pulled back still breathing somewhat heavily, "I would never want you to be anything different than what you are, standing here in front of me, Corsica. I belong to you, with you, forever." He moved forward to kiss her again as she did to and their lips hit each other hard. So hard that his lip split a little. As they moved their lips together and slid their tongues against each other, they could taste his coppery blood taint their kiss. His pulse quickened again as she continued to lash her tongue to the side where his new wound still slowly bled.
She tangled her hands in his hair, allowing small curls to wrap around her fingers, once she got a good grip on his hair she yanked his head back with amazing strength. He gasped as she surprised him while she began kissing his neck then bit tenderly on the sensitive skin at his jaw line. He groaned as she continued to kiss and bite along his neck, jaw and ear.
"I love you as much as eternity, Fergus." She whispered into his ear.
Her sweet breath tickled his ear and nose as she continued to whisper.
"I will always love you. I will always want you. I will never allow harm to you. You are mine, I let it be known, my property." She gently slid a hand down the side of his face as she kissed him and they held each other in a long securing embrace.
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Not happy about leaving his mistress behind to continue her nightly rounds, Fergus finally headed home to his dying wife and child, that now hated him.
He had a hole in his heart for hurting his son that way, but he wouldn't understand if he explained his love for this woman, even if he went blue in the face. He walked in the darkness with a lantern to guide his way as he came to the clearing where his house was. The small, humble structure was dark, it looked cold, sad, and uninviting. He wondered for a brief moment if Malavina had died but quickly pushed the thought out of his conscious mind. He felt guilty, still, for thinking such things about her, she had always been so very good to him.
He opened the door to his tearful son lying across his mothers body, holding tight, to the woman who raised him and loved him. The doctor stood beside the bed as he felt for her pulse and shook his head side to side at Gavin. He let out a guttural cry and whimper, sorrow, loss, and agony hung like a thick fog in the room. Gavin looked to his father with puffy, red eyes, "You will pay for this." Was all he said as he rested his head back on his dead mothers stomach, soaking the blankets with tears. She wouldn't comfort him, or complain that his tears would stain the cloth, she was gone and things in the McLeod household had shifted.
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Late that night
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Gavin grabbed the sack he had filled with his belongings and snuck out of the cottage door, quietly making sure not to wake his father. He grabbed a lantern and headed to the port. He told his father he would pay, he meant that. If it took every last breath in him to make his father pay, so be it. As he walked, he would sometimes need to cry in mourning of his mother as he reminisced.
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Gavin walked into the pub with several enraged men, they searched the building for Corsica and her ladies. They had been informed of the witch and none of the men who had been with any of them were happy about witches tricking them into sex. Several of the men carries iron chains and some carried ropes, others held guns or branches. They were on a witch hunt and they wouldn't rest until their bloodlust was satisfied.
"Where are the whores?" One man yelled into the face of the bar tender.
"They aren't here!" He barked back, he wasn't happy about these men accusing him of housing these witches.
"No body's with them?" Another man asked.
"I don't know, find them before they bewitch us all!" The bar tender hollered at the crowd of angry men.
Gavin stood on a chair so the men could see and hear him. He felt strength build in him as he began, "That black haired, dark blue eyed sorceress, seduced my father, killed my mother, seduced many of you, and left me an orphan. My father will not be with me since this woman has beguiled him into her clutches. There's no way he can be freed. She must die for her acts which she has committed!" He finished as his voice sounded it's strongest in his life. At this moment, Gavin became a man, he was no longer a child, no longer needed his parents.
The men searched all over for hours to find the women of trickery but never came up with anything, not even a trail to follow. They had simply, vanished, into thin air as easily as they had appeared.
A/N: Promise, we're getting very close to present times with these two sultry characters. Thank you to everyone who reviews, you inspire us to get these chapters out quicker! And thank you to everyone who has followed or favorited this story.
