Worship Jules & White Witch of the Loch


Mac'IlleMhìcheil Estate – Heather Room

Sam and Jules had slept for a few hours and both woke feeling rested. Sam declared that he felt good and was nice and toasty warm.

Jules snuggled closer for a moment. Sam was her husband and she luxuriated in that knowledge. They both recalled last night's coupling, how after so much whisky she was not sure but they did.

Sam's hand lightly tracked on Jules' back. The thoughts of Jules as his wife filled him with a sense of wonder. Then the thoughts stirred other emotions. They were essentially on a honeymoon for the rest of this weeklong vacation.

His hand slipped under her shirt and he felt the warm, supple skin of his winsome bride. He felt the goosebumps rise as his fingers lightly traveled over her bare skin.

Wordlessly but within mere moments he and she were both naked. Sam found himself staring into Jules' welcoming and wanton eyes. Her beautiful sable brown eyes whispered 'now, I need you, I want you, I'm yours'. But his blue eyes responded 'this time will be slow, oh so very slow and I'm going to worship every last inch of your body'.

Sam leaned down and captured Jules' lips, his wanting increased as his tongue slipped in. He wedged his knee between her legs and he felt Jules wickedly rub against him. She was wet already and he could tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But he was in control and he was going to worship his wife's body.

He had Jules wriggling with need as he kissed up and down her entire body. On his path back up he stopped and breathed out a warm breath and watched Jules arch up to him. Sam inhaled her natural scent mixed with jasmine. It was a heady mixture. His mouth descended and his tongue and teeth work to bring Jules's to her release.

Jules' bucked as her hands held fast to the sheets in fists. "Oh god, oh god, Sam, please, please, Sam, Sam, Saaaammmm."

Sam stopped a moment and tilted his head up from its position between her legs and reveled in the glowing and passionate look on Jules' face. His face dipped down again and he set to work again driving Jules' into a wild frenzy of wanting. When her release came he moved upwards kissing her body all the way to her lips again.

Jules' floated down from heaven as Sam began kissing her lips again. She felt him enter her and wrapped her legs around him tightly. She felt the sensations growing again. Only with Sam had she ever experienced multiple orgasms; each one stronger and higher than the previous.

Sam took it slow wanting to feel himself in her as one. If he could be like this always it would be wonderful. They fit together perfectly like they were made for each other. He rocked his hips slowly and Jules moaned.

It was a wondrous feeling but his own need grew and he found his strokes became faster and deeper. Sam barely registered Jules' mewling whimpers of pleasure or his own deep grunts and groans as the intensity of their union grew.

His release was explosive and his body was wracked with wave after wave of shudders as he continued to drive into her. Never had Sam experienced a release like that. It was as if he was soaring through the air with wings widespread towards the sun. The heat was so intense he hoped his wings were not made of wax or else they would melt and he would crash to the ground.

Jules shattered again and again as Sam found his release. It took her by storm and she had never experienced back to back releases of such intensity. She felt as if they were woven together like a tartan. Their bodies were two threads weaving together to become one and stronger for it once the weaving was completed. Her releases were so intense that Jules' world faded after the third wave washed through her body.

Sam had given all of himself to Jules. Finishing with several more hard, deep thrusts Sam collapsed and rolled taking Jules with him. He lay on his back windless and gasping for wisps of air with Jules on his chest and their bodies still connected in the most intimate way possible.

Jules felt weightless as if freefalling but she was caught safely by Sam. Her world was wondrous; full of light and beauty all because of her love of Sam and his love for her. With him at her side they would walk this wonderful world and build a life that some could only wish for in their dreams.

Neither stirred for a long time, both were content to just be one with each other.


Mac'IlleMhìcheil Estate – Gathering Meadow

Sam and Jules wandered down to the gathering meadow a few hours later. After a warm and languid shower together they had gotten dressed. Sam dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a warm, black sweat shirt with the SRU logo on it. He was only wearing it at Jules insistence that he wear something warmer than the polo shirt he had planned to put on.

They had lazily walked hand in hand to the gathering meadow to see what all the others were up too. They found the group plus several others around a table enjoying a snack.

Hugs and greetings were exchanged and Jules asked "Is Lizzy planning on coming Blaze?"

Blaze shook his head "She was planning too. Lizzy shipped Ryan off to stay with Daphy and Ben in Montreal so she could travel here. But then yesterday Sammy woke up crying and Lizzy took him to the doctor. Seems the little one got a bad ear infection and the doctor says it would be too painful to fly. So unfortunately Lizzy will not make it."

Marsaili's voice was full of concern "I fully understand Lizzy staying home. I hope Sammy will be alright soon."

Blaze grinned "He takes after his name sake. Sammy will be back to healthy in no time flat."

Sam laughed at that then said "Ryan is staying with Daphy. Is she up to that? I bet Ryan and Ben have all sorts of plans for mischief."

Blaze looked at Sam and chuckled "Yeah, I'm sure they do. Daphy will keep them in line. You know, Lizzy did have to unpack Ryan's chemistry set he tried to take. If she hadn't found it, between those two boys they just might cook up a WMD."

Mason smiled "I'm sure Lizzy told Ryan not to be trouble for Daphne or he would be facing a drill session with you when you return."

Winds smirked "I'll wager a month's pay that keeps the whippersnappers in line. Your drill sessions are killers Blaze."

Jim and Sam both nodded when Blaze started to contest that statement. Blaze stopped and just smiled. It was true really.

His drilling was hard but fair and typically used to bring out the best in his men and his boys. Only once had he used it to punish someone. Well two really; those wankers Murphy and Travis. He had been unmerciful on them that day. But they had deserved all of it and more. So much more, once he learned all of what they had done to Blondie.

Sam pulled out a chair for Jules and she smiled up at him as she sat down thinking Yvonne would be pleased with her son's manners. Sam was truly a white knight.

Then Sam went to grab Jules and him a mug of coffee from an adjacent table and returned. As he sat he asked "So what competitions did you all sign up for?"

Mason was seated with his arm causally draped around Marsaili's shoulders and he grinned "I signed you up for the caber toss."

Sam groaned "Mason I told you I climb trees. I don't toss them across fields. You trying to give me a hernia?"

Marsaili giggled "He did no such thing. But you are signed up for weight toss, shot put, hill run and the tug-o-war." Then she turned to Jules and said "I know I didn't ask but I signed you up to be on my team for the ladies tug-o-war and for the dessert competition. Mason says you make the best oatmeal, walnut raisin cookies."

Sam emphatically stated "Jules does indeed. Spike is always trying to steal my cookies when Jules makes them."

Mason agreed "Worth stealing."

Jules smiled "The tug-o-war sounds fun. I'd love to bake some cookies too. I will need to go shop for ingredients though."

Marsaili shook her head "I'm sure we have everything you might need in the kitchen. If not I'll ask the cook to get it because the dessert competition is in a few days."

Most of the rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing and socializing with members of the clan. It was getting near to dinnertime when the kids Sam saved all came up to him and thanked him as did their parents.

Sam was taken by little Wynona. She was Gillebrìde and Ailis oldest great-granddaughter from their son Tamhas's eldest daughter. She was only five years old. She had alabaster skin with freckles sprinkled over her cheeks and perky little nose and she had bright red hair. Her eyes were sea green with golden fleck that caught the rays of the sun and shone brightly with life and innocence.

Wynona timidly reached for Sam's hand and said "Thank you for saving me. I want you to have this." Wynona then handed Sam a small bouquet of heather and blooming thistle with a small plastic white knight tied to it.

Sam had thanked her and then set it down on the table. He began talking to her like they had always known each other. Jules was reminded of how Sam was wrapped around Allie's little finger. Wynona looked nothing like Allie but her demeanor was similar. She was sure that is what drew Sam to the little girl.

Soon Sam was running around with the kids and letting them crawl all over him.

Wynfreda turned to Jules while watching Sam play with the kids and said "He'll make a good father someday. Do you two plan on having kids?"

Jules sighed "We haven't talked about it yet but yeah I hope to have kids someday. You are right. Sam will be a wonderful dad."

Wallace finished off his soda and said "Sam is probably in for the fright of his life."

Jules and the guys turned to Wallace and Jules asked "Why what do you mean?"

Wallace loved having an audience for story telling he launched into his tale "Well you see, Sam saved innocents from the loch. Legend had it that the White Witch of the Loch visits those who have saved others from drowning in the loch."

"The White Witch of the Loch?" Heather asked.

"Yeah, but let me back up a bit. During the Great Scottish Witch Hunt of 1597 there were a series of nationwide witch trials. One such trial was held down by the loch. The Laird's wife was known as a healer and people came from far and wide to get her help. A group of traveling priests arrived with a sick brother when the Laird and warriors were away on a hunt."

"Lady Wilhemina tried but could not save him. The priests became upset when she was able to save many others. She tried to explain that there was only so much that she could do with her herbs and potions. That is when the priests decided that she must be a witch. That her potions had stolen his life away when their prayers were working to save him."

Wallace leaned forward having everyone's attention now "With only the women folk and children about there was not much they could do when Lady Wilhemina was dragged down to the loch. The trial was short and quick but inconclusive because the women all insisted she was not a witch. The priests decided that they would put her to the test."

"They tied nets loaded with heavy rocks to her waist and then bound her ankles and her hands behind her back. They put Lady Wilhemina in a boat and rowed her into the loch. They tossed her in. The priests said since witches spurned the sacrament of baptism the water would reject her body and prevent her from submerging. However, if she was innocent she would sink like a stone. They tied a rope to her waist to pull her up if she sank."

"Lady Wilhemina sank. They waited several moments before they began to draw her up. But the boat tipped over and the priests fell into the water too. None of the priests knew how to swim and in the end they all drowned."

His voice took on an airy quality as he said "Ever since then, Lady Wilhemina has been referred to as the White Witch of the Loch and she visits upon those that save others from drowning. So, Sam might just get the fright of his life if the White Witch comes to visit him."

Jules sat back and thought sardonically so much for getting away from ghosts. But at least this one was only a legend. She debated whether to tell Sam. Jules smiled and thought he would just laugh it off as nonsense. Neither one of them believed in ghosts.