Celtic Nights
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,233
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1
Recommended:
0
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Breakfast
Breakfast
Morning found him still in the guest room. The high priest had not intended to spend the night but his exertions had sapped him. His servants would think little of his absence for he often worked through the dark hours. He surfaced from reverie refreshed and aroused by the female beside him. Malwas ran his fingertip along the edge of one of her pointed ears. She shivered and opened dreaming eyes.
They mated slowly, a mutual massage not a passionate dance. He was pleased to discover the spark was still there though it was tempered by their leisurely pace. Malwas stretched as he moved on top of her and grinned when she wrapped her legs around him. Derryth was still half in reverie but aware enough of him to delight in his flesh. It was an opportune time to make a request.
“Do you wish to share my hearth?” He asked in archaic elven as he stroked her. The danaan slavishly held to the old ways passed down to them by the sidhe. Derryth was a druid from what had been a very traditional clan. If she named herself his guest, she would be bound by the laws of hospitality and be forbidden from offering violence under his roof.
“Oh, yes.” She breathed as she writhed. Not even a brehon could argue her promise was given under duress. Malwas laughed with the irony of it, which sent him into climax. The guest oath was one more sliver under her nails. He got out of bed while she was still fogged with pleasure, put on his robe, gathering his clothes and walked out of the room. He had much to do today.
Morning found him still in the guest room. The high priest had not intended to spend the night but his exertions had sapped him. His servants would think little of his absence for he often worked through the dark hours. He surfaced from reverie refreshed and aroused by the female beside him. Malwas ran his fingertip along the edge of one of her pointed ears. She shivered and opened dreaming eyes.
They mated slowly, a mutual massage not a passionate dance. He was pleased to discover the spark was still there though it was tempered by their leisurely pace. Malwas stretched as he moved on top of her and grinned when she wrapped her legs around him. Derryth was still half in reverie but aware enough of him to delight in his flesh. It was an opportune time to make a request.
“Do you wish to share my hearth?” He asked in archaic elven as he stroked her. The danaan slavishly held to the old ways passed down to them by the sidhe. Derryth was a druid from what had been a very traditional clan. If she named herself his guest, she would be bound by the laws of hospitality and be forbidden from offering violence under his roof.
“Oh, yes.” She breathed as she writhed. Not even a brehon could argue her promise was given under duress. Malwas laughed with the irony of it, which sent him into climax. The guest oath was one more sliver under her nails. He got out of bed while she was still fogged with pleasure, put on his robe, gathering his clothes and walked out of the room. He had much to do today.