Lightning Strikes Again

By Donna and Ev

As they drifted away from Edan over the farmland outside of it, the storm raged on around the two lovers. Down below, people were racing around to make sure animals were safely under cover and things were tied down. Katherine was with John in the barn, trying to keep the horses from getting too upset. Connor had gone out to the fields to bring in some of the animals that normally stayed out.

Holding onto the lead rope of a panicky mare, Connor led her and her colt into the barn just as the heavens opened up and it started to pour. "Looks like we are stuck here for a while," he chuckled as John helped him put the animals in a stall. "Good thing Gideon had come over to play with Doireann!"

Katherine flinched as thunder crashed again. Glancing around, she saw Connor climbing up into the hayloft to toss some feed down to the animals so she went up to help. As she grabbed an armload of the fragrant hay, she chuckled. "Hey, Connor, do you know what they used to say about thunderstorms?"

"People said a lot of things.  Which one are you thinking of?"  He tossed some more hay down then sat beside her in the sweet smelling loft. 

She tossed her own load into a manger, grinning down at John who was *talking* to the animals below them in an effort to calm them down. Turning, Katherine knelt beside the man who had been her lover on and off again for over 400 years. "They say," Kat said, her voice deepening as she ran her hand up the inside of Connor's thigh, "that it makes men hard." Her wandering hand found its target, causing him to yelp as she made sure that he was, storm or no storm.

Connor chuckled at her and his eyes lit up in a familiar way as he moved to slide an arm around her.  "And what do they say it does to women?" 

"They say," she started to say, her hands busy opening up his pants. She was wearing a skirt, and after kicking off her underwear, she straddled him, easing down on his erect manhood. The rest of the sentence was lost as she began to ride him, both of them moaning in pleasure. "They say," she gasped as he drove himself up deep inside of her body, "that not only does it make men hard, it makes women fertile!"

He smiled, not missing a beat.  "Do... they... now?" he breathed.  His expression softened as he realized what she meant.  "I hope so." 

“Aye, Captain, they do,” she said, silencing any further conversation with a deep kiss.

 They weren't making any effort to be quiet, which of course attracted the attention of John Clayton below them. He climbed up the ladder, arriving in time to watch as the two lovers both climaxed. Smiling, he stepped up behind Kat and as she leaned down to kiss Connor, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted them high. Katherine's gasp of surprise as he entered her from behind was smothered somewhat by the fact that she was being French kissed rather thoroughly.

Connor shifted a little to be sure Katherine was comfortable, but he didn't let up for an instant on the kiss or stop exploring her body with his hands.  At first, it had bothered him a little, sharing her with John, but now he enjoyed it.  She seemed to, as well.  John Clayton had no inhibitions at all when it came to sex, and Connor had learned a long time ago how to adjust and adapt whenever necessary. Katherine loved them both, and they knew it with all of their hearts.

A few moment later, the three of them all collapsed in the hay, trying to catch their breath as the storm continued to rage outside.