Immortality Has Its Perks

By Donna and ABs

Roland woke and looked around.  He was alone.  Sighing, he wondered if she
had left because he hadn't pleased her.  Then he smiled.  Who was he kidding? He knew he'd pleased her.  The wonder was that she could still *walk* to leave him alone!

Sure he was still in the running for her affections after that night-long
debauch, he put the worry over her absence out of his mind and, getting up,
gathered his clothing and left.  He was whistling happily.

Yvonne was sitting in her sister's room.  Dressed in a brief, bikini type
leather outfit, she was ecstatic about her new "hobby", and was effusive
about Roland.  Robin, she decided, was okay, but he had "pooped out" too
quickly.  "How's that handsome hubby of yours?" she asked, not the slightest bit worried about being nosey.

Melissa laughed.  She was brushing her long blonde hair, dressed in a filmy
gown that showed off her blossoming pregnancy while still managing to make
her look sexy.  "I am very happy with Giles," was all she would say. 

Yvonne pouted.  Then she sighed, realizing her sister was not going to be
forthcoming, and began on Roland again.  "At least he managed to get a bit
done before it went soft!  Once it does that . . ."  She made a face.  "It's
all over."

"Oh, I don't know about that," said Melissa.  "That other one . . . the
Immortal one . . . he was able to . . ."  She blushed.  "It got hard again,"
she said, turning to the mirror quickly and adding, "A lot."

"Really?  I didn't know they could do that.  Is it an Immortal thing?"

Melissa shrugged.  Yvonne seemed to think for a long time.  Then she asked if there were any other Immortals near Camelot.

When she heard that there were at least four of them, she smiled. And they
were all down in the village outside the castle! They ranged in age from just
18 to over a thousand!

"I think I'd take the eighteen year old," said Yvonne.  "Don't they say a guy
hits his peak then?"  Melissa told her Methos was over a thousand, and still
virile, but of course, he had died at a young age the first time, and that
might have something to do with it.

Yvonne hugged her sister and went out in search of the younger MacLeod
cousin. She found him washing off the sweat from his bare chest. He had just finished a good workout with Ramirez, who was now repeating the same session with Duncan.

Yvonne looked over the younger men.  Duncan was definitely a possibility, but of course, he was busy now, and he was older than this one.  The other guy she pretty much ignored.  Going up to Connor, she purred, "You missed a spot. Want me to get it?"

He looked at her and chuckled wickedly. "Aye, lass, I wa' like that."

"Oh, you'll like it, alright," she said softly as she reached up under his
kilt and gave him a quick check.  He was regimental. Moaning softly, he
leaned into her touch.  She felt him growing harder and leaned in to ask,
"Does it stay that way?"

"Ah wa' most certainly hope so!" he laughed. It was getting bigger and harder by the second, and she could feel his blood pulsing through the velvety smooth skin of his shaft.

"Show me, then," she crooned in his ear.  "Show me how hard you can get, and how it can please me."

He leaned forward, his mouth meeting hers in a hungry kiss. "Over here,
then," he said, motioning with his chin to the stables nearby. Laughing, they
raced over to it, and once inside, he pressed her up against the wall, his
loins grinding against hers as he kissed her urgently.

"Yes," she sighed.  "I do love a good arrow!"  He laughed his odd laugh at
this as he lifted her skirt and she lifted his! His shaft was right on
target. Pushing up inside of her, his hips started automatically to thrust
deep and hard, pressing her even more firmly back against the wall.  She
groaned, gasping, her nails digging into his strong shoulders.  They sure
were right when they said young men had a lot of energy, and that was what
she wanted!

"Remember," she said, "I want more than a quickie!"  Her tongue teased his as she said, "I want to do it over and over . ."

He chuckled again. "No problem, lass," he chuckled. "I can ha' it up again in
just a moment or two."  He had found that out the night he had arrived, when one of the handmaidens had given him a very warm welcome.

"Umn," she sighed, closing in on his thick hard shaft, "I think I may learn
to love you!"  She wriggled against him, adept in one night at finding her
own pleasure, and quickly fell over the abyss for the first time.

He chuckled, plunging into her with even more force, sending her over again
almost immediately. This time he went with her.  She kissed him deeply, still
hungry even after such fulfillment, and then, pushing him back slightly, she
moved toward a soft pile of hay.  "That was okay for the appetizer," she said pulling her clothes completely off.  "Now I want to feel all of you."

He reached down and with one quick motion, undid his kilt and tossed it
aside. His manhood was already starting to fill out again. Lying down on top
of her, he started to shower her face and body with hot, hungry kisses.

She was definitely loving this.  She was learning as she went about the male
body, and now knowing that they could do that, a whole other world was
opening to her!  She wondered if Roland could do it - they had prolonged it
so long the two sessions she had had with him that they were both exhausted
at the end.  But it certainly made it worth *their* while if the man could
keep going as long as she could.  "Is it just an Immortal thing?" she asked
him between steamy kisses.

"Wa'?" he asked, raising his head from her breast. "Ye mean havin' it up and
ready again? Nae, lass, it isn't. But Ramirez says that Immortals recover
quicker than mortal men." He leaned down and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth once more.

"Then I like men, but I looooooove Immortal men!" She pulled him toward her, aching for his touch, her legs wide as her hips snuggled up to him.  "You can have all you can take, my bonny lad!"

Laughing, he did just that.