The press of his feet vibrated through the Earth. He walked carefully, aware of his surroundings. A shiver of desire travelled Etain’s spine as she caught his scent on the wind and she wondered how his bare skin would feel beneath her lips.
“Let me see,” she whispered, acknowledging the eagle who offered her its sight as she eyed the man who had awakened her from her slumber. His top stretched across a firm chest, shirt-sleeves rolled up to reveal toned muscles, his shorts snug around his tight backside.
Etain’s mouth watered. It had been decades since a man had walked upon her land, far too long.
Moments later she stood in the icy stream, naked except for a sheer gown that draped over her breasts and was tied at her waist. He headed her way and she perched herself on a rock so he would see her from behind, and brushed her long dark hair.
“You’re real,” he said.
“You know of me?” This had never happened before.
“I have read of a woman who lives in the forest and never grows old. If that is you, then yes, I know of you.”
“And you have reason to seek me out?”
His eyes roamed over her body.
“I’ve heard stories,” he said. “But I won’t take anything not freely offered.”
She was impressed. Any who knew Etain’s legend knew those who demanded her gifts ended up drowned in the river. Though she sometimes found force exciting she would not have them thinking such an act was acceptable and trying it out on mortal women weaker than themselves.
“I have many things to offer,” she said. “The air here is the cleanest anywhere. The water pure — drink and cleanse your soul.” She could not help but laugh at his disappointment. “That’s not what you’re after is it?” She ran her fingers through the dark curls below as his eyes drank in her actions and she saw the combined hope and frustration across his face.
“I brought gifts.” His gaze met hers again as he held out a basket.
She crossed the stony shore to stand in front of him. His heart raced, she could hear it through his skin. His lips parted, his breathing shallow, but his gaze never left hers.
She took the basket and examined the contents. There was a bottle of wine, and chocolates, flowers, and jewellery. Expensive, hard to get, items. Impressive. She set it aside. With gifts, it was the thought that counted, the effort that went into them. She didn’t actually need for anything.
“You are after something more physical?” She took his hand, resting it on her breast. His touch was warm through the fabric. He gasped as her nipples hardened under his touch, and she smiled. “Like this perhaps?”
“You won’t kill me when we’re done?” His voice was gruff.
“That depends on how it goes.”
He closed his eyes, and sucked in a deep breath. When he opened them again he leaned forward, brushing her cheek with his thumb, his gaze taking in every inch of her face.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Even more beautiful than the stories tell.”
“Show me how beautiful I am.”
He pressed his lips against hers. Soft at first, holding back the hunger she felt pulsing through his body. She rested a hand on his neck. His kiss deepened and he pulled her close, cupping her buttocks to bring her to his already rising cock, straining against the fabric of his shorts.
It had been so long since a mortal man had come her way Etain could not hold back as she liked to and she found her lips parting, her tongue reaching for his, her cleft grinding against his hips.
She could feel the heat rising in him, sense his every desire to hold her down and claim her with his cock. But still he held back.
He lowered her to the ground, moving to tease and nibble her ear before working his way down her neck to suckle one nipple and the other while his fingers found their way to her clit.
He teased the tiny button as he placed a series of kisses down her abdomen, and took over the teasing with his tongue.
“Oh.” She arched her back, spreading her legs wider to give him greater access.
He teased and licked and lapped until she was aware of nothing else, and as she convulsed a final time her juices flowed across his tongue.
When her body sank into the grass he stopped. “Was that good?” His voice was hoarse, the bulge in his pants larger than before.
“Was it enough?”
She frowned, watching him. It took a moment to break into his thoughts. “To keep you alive?” She laughed. “There is something you’re missing.”
His pupils dilated. Fear, mixed with desire. He sat back on his haunches, and closed his eyes. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
Etain waited. He was here now. He’d touched her, tasted her. He couldn’t leave unless she allowed it. If he failed the task she would keep him here, her eternal lover.
She wouldn’t kill him, no matter what the myths said. Sometimes they couldn’t survive her passions, that was true. But it was hardly her fault. This one though, this one looked strong. If she could keep him…. Her mouth watered at the things they could do.
He turned back, and there was something triumphant about his expression.
His gaze held hers again. “What do you like?”
Etain shimmered. She stood before him, her robe simply gone, and pulled him to his feet.
She looked up at him, kneeling above her.
“I like this,” she said, looking up at him.
His brow furrowed.
“Overpower me, hold me down. Unleash all that you’ve been holding back. I want to feel that need, that hunger. I wanted to feel your cock deep inside me. Show me how much you need this.”
He still held back. “Is this a trick?”
“You have won your life, human. You will not die here today.” She lifted her arms so they rested above her head. “Hold my wrists, let me have that dick.”
He didn’t move and she sighed, reaching out to release his cock. “Perhaps I should keep you here, and teach you that the answer to your question requires you to follow through. If the answer is be gentle, then be gentle. If it is to make love, then take your time, cherish, worship your lover’s body. If it is to take charge, to overpower, then do that.” His cock sprang free and Etain stroked it a few times before arching her neck to take it in her mouth.
“Ooh…” He closed his eyes, his held tilted backwards. His shock at being caught soon turned to moans of pleasure as she opened her throat and took him whole. She pulled away, a twinkle in her eye.
“Liked that then.”
He nodded, and she explored him with her tongue, trailing from base to tip before taking him once again and taking his full length into her mouth.
“I’m about to cum,” he gasped.
Etain bobbed faster and was soon rewarded as his warm essence filled her mouth and throat.
He fell to his knees and Etain leant back.
“I’ve never had a woman take me whole before,” he said when he could breathe.
“I’m not just a woman.”
“That’s for sure.”
“You want to know what else I can do?”
He looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. “What’s that?”
“I can revive you so we can do it all over again.” She took his spent cock in her hands and caressed it, taking away any sense of satisfaction, and filling him again with that same need. “If you had failed the test, that is what I would have done, and you would have pleasured me for as long as your poor body could handle it.”
She smirked at him. “You may be satisfied, but I am not, and a satisfied man does not lead to my own satisfaction. If you want to ever leave this place, then I need to feel fulfilled.”
He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping her as he brought his lips to hers.
His kiss was rougher this time, and now there was no holding back as his tongue pushed into her mouth. Heat pooled in her groin, spiraling as he pushed her back to the ground, sucking a nipple so deep into his mouth that pleasure mixed with pain.
He held her wrists above her head as he fumbled with his shorts, and Etain spread her legs for him
He needed no further invitation, moving to rest the head of his thick shaft at her entrance.
“Ready?” His gaze held hers.
“Always.” She thrust against him and he pressed into her, and they both gasped.
“Fuck me,” she ordered. “Fill me. Take me.”
They moaned together as he thrust ever deeper. He took a nipple between his teeth, and she threw her head back and howled in pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said again.
“Fill me,” she whispered again, wrapping her legs around him as he rode her until they were both spent.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Can we do it again?”
“Whenever you desire.”
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