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The Assault - Taking of the Mounds	By : outlawblue Category: M through R > Merry Gentry Views: 2481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Holly was upset that they had not gotten to the main cavern before the Tach had been killed. His little snake goblin mistress was doing her best to lift his gloom, her tongue finding every sensitive place on his pale golden body, but it wasn’t working. Kurag had promised them the Tach, and he had counted on it to prove that he and Ash were the greatest goblin warriors alive.

Ash, his ego not as fragile, was content to lie on his stomach and let his female rub his back with sweet smelling oils. Strong exertions compounded with strong emotions often made his muscles tight, and he did enjoy softer things on occasion.

“Why are you still growling over that?” he asked his brother without opening his eyes. “It is over and done.”

“Yes, it is,” Holly sulked. “And already they are saying that Sholto was one of the heroes, arriving in time to save the Seelie sidhe asses.

“They do that to annoy you,” Ash said and opened his legs a little when his mistress’ warm hands ran over his ass. She slipped an oily finger down the crack to the soft skin between his legs. He growled softly. This was very nice.

“Then they are doing a good job,” Holly hissed and pushed his little snake goblin with the golden eyes away. He was too disappointed to fuck her again.
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Aisling walked down the dark passage with Edain on his left, her arm in his and the princess on his right.

“I wish we had some light,” Edain remarked softly. “I still imagine things hiding in the corners.”

Aisling laughed and teased, “You’re not afraid of the dark are you?”

“Sometimes.”

“Well then, let there be light!” He was teasing, not expecting anything to happen, but the passage suddenly lit up as bright as day. They stopped, confused at first and then amused. “Well, that’s interesting,” he remarked.

“What else can you get it to do?” the princess asked.

“I did not know I could do that,” Aisling confessed.

“Not since the Brugh,” Edain added. “It’s answering to you.”

Aisling stopped and looked at his lover with suddenly serious eyes. “No,” he told her, a hint of danger in this single word. “It’s just the sith. I’m sure it will answer to both of you as well.”

The princess looked up and said, “I would like a mug of good ale.” She waited and nothing happened. Looking at Aisling, she said, “You ask it.”

“No, I don’t think that’s wise,” he cautioned her. “ I do not want it to get in the habit of responding to me.”

“Why?” she asked, her jeweled eyes fixed on his face.

“I am not king. It would be wrong for it to respond to me.”

“Oh.” She continued down the passage towards her room. “I don’t need your company now,” she called back over her shoulder.

Aisling and Edain retired to their room where readying for bed turned into erotic play. She was beautiful with milky white skin and breasts that begged for his attention. And he would have leaped upon her in a second if she would stop evading him. He finally sat on the bed and raised his foot to her. She grabbed the heel and pulled it off. And even that was playful as she yanked his leg up high and rolled him back flat. She grabbed his other boot and pulled it off, but with him lying flat, she could see the thick swelling pressing against his buckskin leggings. She crawled over him and ran her hand possessively over that swollen part of him so thick and warm in her hand. She caressed it with her nails and watched him writhe just a little under her touch. He was so beautiful it made her throat ache. Sitting on his thighs with him watching her, she unlaced his trousers until the tip of his cock pushed free. She slid back and leaned over him, her tongue teasing the engorged head with her tongue.

“You’re playing unfair,” he remarked hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Am I?” she asked, her attention on that bit of flesh that peeked out at her. Grabbing his leggings, she pulled. He raised his hips to help her get them down, and she came off the bed, dragging them with her. Throwing them on the floor, she crawled over him so low her breasts dragged along his body. He gasped loudly. Reaching his nipples, she stopped a moment and chewed on the left one just enough to create a little extra sensation in his already straining body. She loved teasing him, playing with him, touching him. Dropping her hand back to his cock, gently squeezing it, milking it, she bent back down and paid some extra attention to his nipples.

“Edain, you’ll make me come,” he gasped eagerly.

“I know, but we’ve got all night,” she purred. With so many sidhe women wanting to share his bed, she was sometimes driven to forget her own desires. He was achingly beautiful and she could not imagine living without him.

But she wanted him too much to simply take him. She sat up and moved back, her hungry body already wet with desire. She needed to feel him inside her. He was already starting that deep body glow, that melting of gold in his skin. She grabbed his cock, positioned it and sat down, the full length of him driving deep into her hitting bottom. He filled her so fully small spasms shook her body. He grabbed her breasts and toyed with her nipples as she started to ride him.

Every thrust made their glow brighter, their bodies hotter, their passions deeper. Edain was the goddess of horses; her lover had been a god of love and beauty. The fire they created lit the room and created dancing shadows on the wall. She came first, her orgasm igniting his. And Edain looked away least the beauty that was her lover drove her mad. How can one look upon Angus mac Og and not be driven to despair when he was not with her.

When the glow faded and she lay beside him, her head on his shoulder, her finger tracing a lazy pattern around one tired nipple, she asked, “Do you regret anything?”

“Sometimes I regret leaving the Brugh,” he whispered drowsily. “I wish we could have stayed.”
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Uar didn’t knock on the door, his boot slamming into the door and startling the occupants within a wake before they could do anything. One glimpse of the room told him his daughter was right. The sith was responding to Aisling, which was as good as treason.

The men with him grabbed the captain of the fianna and dragged him away before anyone could stop them. Some things were better left unknown. The sith should have stayed quiet.
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