The Children of Zzthethpezemos

Turlogh Dubh O'Brien spent the next three days making minor repairs to his little ship, and making much love to his woman. Terrilara was not at all happy that her newfound lover was about to leave her so soon. She did her best to understand, and put on a brave face for the Gael. Turlogh was not blind however, more than once he noticed moisture in the lovely green eyes....and deep sadness. He tried to dismiss this as the worry that came naturally to a woman who'd already lost a husband. Turlogh meditated on the fact that no female had ever demonstrated such remorse upon his leaving. He held her tightly and made a vow, "nothing other than the blackness of death will prevent my return, and I have no plans to die anytime within the next thirty or forty years!" Terrilara smiled and stroked her man's dark features.

The day for departure finally came. Turlogh roused himself before dawn. There was one last frenzied love-making session before the warrior made his final preparations to leave. Afterwards Terrilara cried despite the Gael's attempts to comfort her. The entire village gathered on the beach where the little sailing craft waited. Brenne Mac Art was the first to break the grim silence. "Let me ask yet again, allow me to accompany you my friend. Two strong arms are much better than one should a host fall upon ye."

"True enough," said Turlogh. "But my mind could never be clear were not at least one strong Gaelic sword here to protect my beloved family....and yours, proud Brenne. Nay, stay here and make certain that when I return, I return to find all is whole."

"Well spoke," the young warrior replied as his eyes strayed to the appealing Ka. "Still, would that I could come along, truly it is a worthy venture that takes you away Black Turlogh Dubh O'Brien."

Zzthethpezemos came forward and gave the heavy bag of precious stones to his champion. "I'll safeguard them with my life," promised the Dalcassian.

"Oh no, your life is worth far more than a mountain of these babbles, just return safely, and if you can, bring that fabled bird of peace with you. Whatever you do, return to us great Turlogh." The old man touched the warrior's arm with the love of a father. He was not happy that this thing needed to be done.

Turlogh stroked his deadly axe. "Don't worry, with this old companion, I'll not be alone."

"Oh, I almost forgot about your guide," gasped Zzthethpezemos. "Come forward Theasmina, show yourself."

Turlogh was startled to learn that his guide was a young woman, and a very comely one at that. From out of the crowd stepped a female that, to the amazement of the Gael, had skin much the same tone as his own. His eyes registered much surprise. Zzthethpezemos quickly attempted to explain.

"Theasmina is not of our people...which you can clearly see. She grew up in a small village on that same Mountain of Wonders that you now seek. Her people were attacked by the hateful giants that roam there. She and her father escaped by boat and managed to make it to Torn some five years ago. Unfortunately, she is alone now since her sire has recently passed from the world of the living. Theasmina can help you set course for the Mountain and once there, you will need her to point you towards a path that shall carry you to the witch's abode."

Turlogh felt uncomfortable about taking the woman along. His eyes sought out those of Terrilara. He found her smiling back at him. "It is not our way to be jealous my much loved one. Theasmina has come to make your way easier for you. She will cook for you and see.....to any of your other needs. With her help, you shall return to me more quickly my love." Turlogh shrugged, it was difficult to comprehend the culture of his new island home, try as he might. For certain, the women of green Errin were hardly so understanding.

"Very well, I suppose there is nothing more to be said. Let us begone, I wish to make quick work of this. I promise that the good people of Torn will not suffer long the agony of not looking upon my ugly head." Having spoke thus, the warrior hastily made to depart. In truth, a moistness was gathering in one of his eyes and the Gael had no intention of delaying further. The woman helped him push the boat away. They climbed aboard and Turlogh manned the oars. Theasmina waved as the lights from the torches grew dimmer with each passing second. The Gael felt a darkness sweep over his mind, but his strong arms did not waver. The dawn found him steadily rowing far out to sea.

"With a fair wind, the Mountain of Wonders is one long day's sail due north," Theasmina informed her brooding companion. "I was told you are a man with good sailor's skills."

"I'm no stranger to the sea and I thank you for your help," said Turlogh. The wind has picked up and he unfurled the sail. The day promised to be a glorious one, the warrior sat by the rudder and breathed deeply of the salty air. His spirits began to rise, it felt good to be sea bound again. "I'm wondering Theasmina if you might not fill my pipe with a bit of non. It could make a good day even better."

"Yes, that's a wonderful idea," the woman said. Then she made herself busy. In due time they both enjoyed the sweet emissions of the herb. As he smoked, Turlogh's thoughts turned to Terrilara again. He recalled tenderly their passionate love-making of last night. He scarcely cherished the knowledge that he would be lacking the soft touch of his woman's splendid body. Turlogh's eyes settled on his companion. She was a young girl, but not to young. Her thighs were thick and strong. While her breasts were not nearly as large as Terrilara's, they were certainly firm, with proud nipples standing at attention. Theasmina carried a thick blanket with her but she wore no clothing whatsoever, not even the simple thong that was popular on Torn. The novelty of a woman without yellow skin was also not lost on the dark Gael.

Theasmina's hair was long and very black. The wind tossed it back and forth. Her lips were full and seemed set in a semi-smile. When she noticed Turlogh's eyes on her breasts her smile broadened. "Aren't you afraid of returning to your former home? You received rough treatment there before?" The Gael inquired.

Theasmina shrugged, "I was afraid at first because of those vile giants that roam thereabouts. But when I learned of your great battle fury, my fears lessened much. You are a truly a legend already on Torn."

"I see," said Turlogh. He was not one that sought out flattery but he poked his chest out slightly despite himself. His mood had brightened considerably, thanks in part to the non he'd smoked so generously. Theasmina began to sing in the language of Torn, albeit with a accent pleasingly different. It was a whimsical song about young lovers and how they would steal away at every chance to engage in various sexual acts. Turlogh found it amusing and melodic. The girl was young and restless, she fidgeted this way and that, exposing her physical charms to the warrior in ways innocent...or perhaps not.

At midday the weather became quite warm. Turlogh stripped to the waist, an act not lost on the girl. She continued to squirm and sing, often giving her companion ample visual access to her crotch, barely hidden by a rather sparse path of dark pubic hair. Sweat trickled down the length of her shapely form. It made for an interesting visual. Turlogh smoked more non and found it difficult to concentrate on steering the craft. The girl leaned far over the side of the boat and let her hand trail in the cool ocean wake. This act gave the very stoned Gael a full view of her lithe, muscular buttocks....and the slightly puckered rectum seated within those firm cheeks. The warrior grunted under his breath as his groin began to throb and swell ever so slightly.

The girl yawned dreamily...."my but old Zzthethpezemos grows the best non on Torn. It makes me feel so good....and so insanely horny! Can I ask you something good Turlogh?" The large, dark eyes focused intensely on the warrior.

"Of course," mumbled the Dalcassian as he tried to avert his eyes from the woman for a few moments, lest he lose control of his urges.

"I have heard that your pleasuring tool is as large as that of a mossund! Is that really true?"

Turlogh very rarely ever smiled. Still, this was one of the times that he did. He couldn't help but find this young woman charming in so many ways. "That is not true, and if it were, I should think that no female would desire such an instrument placed within their tender body."

Theasmina's features turned thoughtful. "Hmmmm, I suppose you're right. But it is very large isn't it?" She awaited his answer with a rather hopeful aspect.

Turlogh took another long draw from his pipe. He surprised himself a bit with his own words. "Perhaps tonight my sweet lass, you will see for yourself." The girl giggled with delight. Then she cupped both of her little breasts and squeezed them tightly. "Oh, I just feel so happy today handsome Turlogh!"

Turlogh thoughts were very taken by the non, that was as Theasmina had stated, some of the best of old Zzthethpezemos' personal cache. The heavy exertion earlier of manning the oars added to the potency of the herb. The girl continued to smile at the dark warrior in a most bewitching way. She lustily fondled her proud young breasts whilst inhaling huskily of the sweet ocean air. When Theasmina lowered her lips to her own nipple and sucked noisily of her own breast, it was an intoxicating scene. Turlogh felt aroused mightily and his strong warrior heart beat fast. A gentle wind had caught the sail and the Gael put down the oars.

"Come here girl, I'm of a mind to show you the object of your curiosity even now. I can see no sound reason for not making our little voyage as pleasant as possible." As the warrior spoke the girl's features took on an aspect of delight and she quickly obeyed the request.

The sun was warm. Turlogh stood and pulled his simple tunic over his head. The breeze on his great muscular arms and shoulders felt very good. He loosened his thick leather belt and let his legging slide down over his powerful thighs. Thus freed, his impressive male part bobbed and danced....already well erect.

Theasmina's eyes spoke volumes. Turlogh sat down and leaned backwards. He lifted an animal hide flask to his lips and drank deeply of gellum. Theasmina stroked his thighs vigorously, savoring the sensations beneath her palms. Tentatively, she reached for the huge nutsack of the Gael. Her grip was firm but gentle as she worked the heavy organs, giving much cause for the manly shaft to bounce its approval. The girl giggled at the sight in a most charming way. Then she took the great cock in her soft hand before jacking it up and down. Turlogh opened his hairy thighs even more in order to accord the young woman better access to her work a'pleasuring.

Theasmina spoke with trembling lips. "Oh, Great Turlogh, truly you have such a huge, lovely thing between your great legs! Please, might I kiss it?"

Turlogh nodded, "do as you like sweet lass. All I ask is that you suck it in the same fashion that you sucked your endearing titty."

Theasmina, thusly encouraged fell to properly nursing the thick cock. The Gael looked upwards at the bright blue of the ocean sky and moaned lustily. The young woman was talented in the ways of love. Turlogh soon felt his seed on the verge of bursting forth. Despite the hurt look in the girl's face, the warrior pushed her mouth away. Then he leaned backwards, his manly spear glistening with saliva. "Climb atop me child," he asked. "I have much desire to sample all your lovely delicacies!"

Surprising, Theasmina shook her head indicating disagreement. "If only I could Great Turlogh...but I'm to young to be tied down with a child. I want to enjoy life a little longer unburdened."

"Aaaargghhh!" Came the response from the dark Gael.

Theasmina spoke hurriedly. "Truly, I am sorry but there might be another way...depending on what fans your desires." Having thus spoke, the girl turned away from Turlogh and assumed a position with her hips thrust towards her lover. Then she looked back over her shoulder with a pleading expression in her beautiful dark eyes. "If it pleases you Great Turlogh, take me in this fashion. I believe you will enjoy it greatly. Others have told me it is wonderfully snug."

Turlogh grunted, he was past the point of protest. He mounted the woman, pressing the swollen head of his manly tool against that same tiny opening he peeked at only a short while before. As gently as possible he pressed his mighty cock deeply into the warm, juicy shithole of his companion. Theasmina shuddered and groaned as the first wave of a powerful orgasm assailed her youthful body. Others followed in steady succession as Turlogh plunged his heavy organ steadily into the stretched anus. This lasted for many minutes until the warrior's thighs began to tremble violently. At last his seed exploded far inside the tight rectum. Theasmina whimpered and moaned as the Gael withdrew slowly and fell back heavily in the small boat. He looked around for the flask of gellum, feeling the sudden urge to get drunk. Exhausted, the woman had dozed off to sleep. This indeed was one day of sailing the Gael was not likely to forget any time soon! He turned the flask up and considered that the beginning of his journey had been a good one.