Below The Belt

“Hold on, Merida, you can’t be serious,” Mark shouted as he was being dragged into an alleyway.

“I warned ye whit wad happen if ye were aw doon in the mooth, an' ye're in a considerably mair miserable mood than when ye turned up. Noo, mind that ither point I tell't ye aboot. When ane o' us gie's ye somethin' ye actually fancy, shut yer gob an' tak' the offer. Unless you are sayin' you am nae keen on me giein' ye a beejer. At which point I think I micht tak' offense.”

“Merida!” Mark pulled his wrist free from her grasp, and she turned on him, “Look, I like the idea—”

“Then shut up! Whit pairt o' I want tae gie ye whit you want did ye no' get? Ye've got the memories, which means ye ken that ye can at least partially feel the feelin's. It isnae like they're pictures or a film, an' you're juist sittin' back watchin', you're in yer othersel's place. I thocht ye were a wee daftie growin' up, but a fun wee daftie. Why dae you think I hung aroond you sae much despite bein' twa years aulder? Dae ye ken hoo much I got teased for hangin' aroond wi' ye? It wis a lot. A' ma pals thocht I had a wee crush on ye, an' they could tell ye had mair than a wee ane on me. I didnae think I did, but I guess I did, because I got a memory frae aboot twa months efter movin' awa where I finally askit ye oot because ye wuidnae ask me. Which would hae been a month efter ma da died, for us. So, I've liked ye, I still like ye. Then I got tae feel hoo dae ither mae felt on her weddin' day an' nicht. So, shut up an' let me dae whit we baith wad like tae dae.” Merida had reclosed the distance and pushed him up against a wall, with a fiery determination in her eyes. Then pulled his shirt so she could kiss him. Then slowly moved her hand down along his sides and grabbed the waist of his pants.

Mark grabbed her wrists, not pulling them away from his body, or grabbing tight, but making Merida pause as they continued to make out. “Mark... are ye for real, haudin' me back here?”

“Look, I have no problem doing this if you’re really that keen on it. But two things first, we aren’t doing it in some alley. Not my thing. Second, I want to be able to have a taste of you at the same time. If that is a problem for you, then you can wait until later tonight.”

“Awe richt, whaur dae ye want tae go? Dinnae reckon that we can use ony o' the rooms doon here. So, yer room? Or ane o' the buildings?”

“My room, I think, and then instead of taking the carriage back, we can go exploring from there.”

“Fine wi' me, let's get a move on. I cannae hae ye gang changin' yer mind on me.” Practically dragging Mark to the edge of town, where the carriage waited.

“Heya Mark, you and the lassie heading up to your suite? Just can’t wait, can you?” Hilde said, and her manner of speech had changed a bit.

Merida dragged him into the carriage as he responded. “I guess, and what no bossman? Guess that was some sort of speech restriction?”

“That’s right.” Hilde began as she started the carriage up to the suite. “Imagine the lassie here can tell you just how annoying it is to have your words or thoughts altered as you say them. Honestly, I’ll still probably slip back into it on occasion, simply out of habit.”

“Wait, Merida, do you not have control over exactly what you say? I thought it was just that it changed the mannerisms and gave you the accent.”

“A wee bit o' baith, I hae a pretty guid grip on it an' a'. But aye, some idioms an' metaphors juist pop oot an' I get the meanin' but no' the oreegin'. An' it's no' like it's alterin' the meanin' o' whit I'm talkin' aboot. But ma way o' think has changt an' a', so it is simply mair natural for me tae speak like this noo, an' I cannae richtly feel it except when I use some turn o' phrase that juist disnae sit richt wi' the accent.”

“I’m sorry, that must be rough.”

“Ay, naw, no' really, an' I sort o' like the way I soond the noo. A bonnie wee soond, ye'd agree. I'm glad ye like the accent, an' can get the gist o' it, but I'm pretty sure that if we wasnae tied like we are I could drive a few lads back hame stark ravin' mad wi' juist ma voice, maybe some lassies an' aw.”

“Alright, here we are bossman!” Hilde said as they pulled up to the door of the palace. “Darn, still there, but thanks, seriously, Mark. Means a lot to be able to regain a bit of our old selves.”

“Not a problem, and if you can think of anything else like that I can do let me know. Thanks for the ride.”

“Will do and tis my job.”

“Aye, this is a helluva fine big place.” Merida said as she walked through the glass doors. “Sae glittery frae far awa, didnae truly get a handle on hoo big it wis. I dinnae ken why ye're left strandit oot here a' by yersel'.”

“Probably to make sure that any after-hours activities aren’t disrupted. Cassandra probably doesn’t want people just barging in on me whenever.” They walked down the hall to Mark’s suite, and he held the door for her. She walked in and had a quick glance around. Then Mark surprised her and picked her up and moved over and threw her onto the bed, jumping on after her, straddling her waist, and kissed her.

Aye, this is mair like it. Reckon I juit had tae get him aw fired up, for him tae tak' chairge, a bit, an' tak' whit he fancies. Merida started to grind her pelvis against his crotch. She could feel him stiffen. She grabbed at his hair and pulled him into the kiss more. Pulling his body closer. After a solid minute or more, he stopped to catch his breath.

“I’m not going to ask if you still want this because that’s clear. But I still want to know how you would like to do this and if it’s all you want right now.”

“Guid, glad tae see ye can learn. If we're daein' that sixty-nine business, I’d prefer tae be abuin ye. I dinnae want ye accidentally rammin' that monster doon ma throat wi' naewhaur tae go. An' I dinnae ken if it’s aw I'm lookin' for, but I’ll mak' it clear when I’ve had ma fill. So get on wi' it an' tak' whit ye fancy.”

“Alright, well, you asked for it.” Mark rolled over, moving Merida on top of him. Looked at her somewhat baggy T-shirt. “You said you wanted to know what tickles my fancy on your body?” He grabbed the collar of her shirt and tore it down the front.

+2VP Stripped by the Master

“Ach!” Christ abuin, that wis ragin' hot. Merida leaned back and held herself still, locking her gaze with Mark. By God, the way he's lookin' at me is pure gettin' me gaun' richt noo.

“Well, it isn’t loose-fitting t-shirts like that. Now get those leggings off, or I'll tear them off you, too.”

Merida bit her lip and quickly got her leggings and panties off, and Mark got his own pants and underwear off as well. Mark repositioned her, pulling her legs to either side of his head and kissed her lower lips.

+2 VP Showed Pussy to Master

“Eep.” Ach, by hell, is he quick at turnin' frae bein' quiet tae tellin' folk whit's whit. Aw, for muck's sake, he's enormous. I thocht his dingus wis supposed tae be ma spot-on size. Hoo in the name o' God is that supposed tae be ideal? I thocht folk said that porn was full o' it on the length. Merida felt shivers as Mark continued to taste her sweet nectar. When he stopped for a moment.

“Hey, what happened? I thought you were all gungho for my dick not that long ago. Can’t enjoy two things at the same time? Or are you just losin' yer nerve?” Mark teased her, trying to mimic her own accent.

Merida looked down at him between her legs. “Oi, whit the hell's goin' on wi' this monster, I thocht you said you were seven bloody inches.”

“Hey, not my fault, some of you are bloody size queens. I was my normal size with Allie, maybe even slightly shorter, guess you just gotta accept that you want them big, might be all that smut making you fantasize about a foot-long cock. Now are you going to follow through on that promise, or do I need to teach, a tease, a lesson?”

“Och, ye're bloody weel on, first tae cum owes the ither a favour.” Merida took the tip of his cock into her mouth and began twirling her tongue around it.

+1 VP Touch Penis

God, I feel like that dug that chased the car. Whit the hell am I meant tae dae here? Porn made it seem pure easy, but there's nae chance I can get this inside ma mooth. She licked up his shaft from near the base to the tip a few times, and as Mark started focusing on her clit, she returned, taking what she could of his member into her mouth.

I can barely manage tae get hauf o' this inside o' me, whit the hell. Holy hell, his tongue's inside o' me. That feels pure guid. It was at this that she flinched slightly in pleasure, leaning forward, causing Mark to have a similar reaction and buck his hips up slightly as she took in more of his cock into her mouth. She backed off him coughing, “ACH! tae far.”

“Sorry about that, it just felt real good when you bucked forward, I couldn’t help it. Are you okay?”

“Aye, grand, but we'll need tae sort this oot later on because I cannae be coughin' an' splutterin' on ye constant.” And quickly went back to working on Mark, determined to get that favor out of him.

Mark grabbed her by her buttcheeks and pulled her down on him and went to town. Both were moaning in delight, enjoying pleasing each other.

By God, I'm sae close. Hoo is he managein' tae be this guid, or am I juist pure raw at this? And she climaxed, pulling back, arching her back in pleasure. After a few seconds, she leaned down, putting her head on one of his thighs and licked him, not having the strength to support herself. _Aw, hell, I've never feenished that fierce afore. Wait, hoo come he's no stoppin'? Is he juist gonnae keep at it 'til I finish him aff? I can hardly bring masel' tae ask him tae stop, I feel sae wabbit. _She stopped trying to lick him and just tapped his leg a couple of times.

+3 VP Cunnilingus by the Master

“Tapping out? Merida nodded, not lifting her head, just leaving it on Mark’s thigh as she collapsed to one side of him.

By Christ, I feel like a richt eejit, goin' on aboot it but I can't even mak' him cum.

Mark could see the disappointment on her face. He moved to reposition himself so his head was lying near hers. “Hey, you got nothing to feel bad about, okay.”

“Uh huh, if ye say sae. But I didnae bring ye tae the boil the way ye did me. I feel a fule for sayin' a' that stuff.”

“Merida, I’m far more experienced than you, is all. Based upon what you said during your introduction, you’ve never touched a penis before. I might not have a lot of variety, but I have plenty of experience in going down on a lady. I really try my best not to leave my partner unsatisfied, but it took A LOT of trial and error before I figured out what did and did not work. I also may have a rather large amount of restraint on coming when I want to.”

Merida glanced down and noticed that his penis had gone flaccid. “It still disnae mak' me feel that much better, ken, knowin' I couldnae please ye.”

“Merida, do you realize how many women are left not totally satisfied after a guy cums and either has to take care of herself or just be frustrated. Supposedly, that is super common. I don’t want to talk too much about another woman on our date, but Allie and I had been together for a long time, years during which we were sexually active. I think it took me something like four, maybe five years, before I could sometimes get her off. So please don’t be embarrassed that you couldn’t immediately get me to come on your first ever time handling a dick, okay? Now I’m fine with ending it here, if you want. If you want to continue, we can do that too. Maybe try again later tonight if you want.”

“Gie me a second, ma legs feel like watter. An' I dinnae reckon I'm ready for takin' on the monster... no' yet anyway. An’ look, could ye stop gawkin' at me? I'm scared if ye dinnae, I'll go aff again afore I'm fit tae staun'.”

“Oh, please don’t tempt me like that. Let me go find us some fresh clothes.” Mark got up and went over to the wardrobes. Grabbed some cargo pants for himself along with a collarless shirt made of some synthetic material he wasn’t sure of, but seemed breathable. Then open Merida’s wardrobe.

“Look, it's proper oot o' order tae be rummagin' through a lady's bits an' pieces like that.”

“Oh, I thought I was supposed to embrace chaos, not order? And you seemed to like it just fine a moment ago when I was rummaging through your lady bits and pieces.”

“Ach, that wis a low blow, an' ye bloody weel ken it.”

“Oh, for sure a low blow, one might even say below the belt. That I had to get to the bottom of your things. That I needed to travel along the low road, to go downtown.”

“OCH, CHRIST ALMIGHTY, PUNS! YOU DAE PUNS! We're scunnered, scunnered, I tell ye!”

“Hoo in God's name is Allie still livin'? Hoo the hell has she survived this? Are ye sure she's no'... wi' bairn?” Merida immediately regretted joking about that, given what had happened earlier. “Richt, aye... ma bad. Probably went a wee bit far there. Wish I hadnae jested aboot it”

“It’s fine, Merida. Allie and I have both made that joke in some manner before. Hey, Merida, look, I know you’re a bit disappointed I didn’t come, but I’ll say this. You accomplished your original goal just fine because I am in a much better mood. So let’s see what we’re working with here, after all, with that transformation you had me get you, it’s just a matter of time before you’ll want to get rid of about…” Mark glanced through her wardrobe. “I’d say somewhere between a third and half of everything in here.”

“You've got tae be jokin', ower hauf the claes is juist ticht yoga shite.”

“Yeah, going to say that is the half that is likely to stay.”

“Oh, for the love o' Pete, whit have I gone an' done? I've gane an' creatit a monster. A richt randy monster. Tho' I reckon you commentin' on ma claes thae past wee while micht be pairtly why I wasnae bothered in the slightest when ye tore that t-shirt tae shreds. I had already sorta decidit I didnae like it much onyway, but I thocht a sport's bra an' yoga breeks wasnae exactly first date material. An' afore ye go an' get yer knickers in a twist, I'm fine wi' ma style changin', it pretty much juist wis yoga gear, an' bog staunard shirts an' breeks. It wis pure dreich, tae be honest.”

“Hey Merida, before when you said just do what I wanted… Were you serious or just frustrated with me?”

“A wee bittie o' baith, truth be telt. Mark, ye didnae ask for this ony mair than we did. We a' ken that. Some hae come tae terms wi' it mair than ithers. But ye shouldnae hae tae pit yersel' oot an' ignore whit ye want an' need juist for us, an' certainly no' 'cause ye feel like that's whit ye should be daein'. I'm no' sayin' there shouldnae be compromises here, but sometimes that needs tae come frae oor side, no' yours. Dinnae feel bad 'cause ye're enjoyin' bits o' this. We can a' tell ye care. Ye dinnae get that bealin' mad at Cassandra earlier if ye dinnae care. That's the kind o' reaction folks hae when someone hurts their ain faimily. At least, that's been ma experience.”

“I suppose you’re right there. Allie is definitely family. But I’m already seeing all of you that way to some degree. I think that might be why I overreacted with Flora. Even though all this just started then. I think I had already accepted that no matter how odd, perverse, or dysfunctional it would end up being. That all of you were family. Now, how adventurous are you feeling on this little outing?”

“Whit did ye hae in mind?"

Mark just gave her a sly grin in response.