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[Powerdog16]

Denaultra had her... but he had to be careful. He could not make the first move. She would remember the next few hours he was going to use her... so he had to make sure her memories reflected what he wanted them to reflect. She had to make the moves...

Denaulta let his gaze down her body linger for a long time and then he looked her in the eyes and said, "My lady, you are drunk. You are in no shape..."

He turned and went back to the door. He was taking a gamble with her and it paid off when she crossed the room and grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face her. He looked 'mockingly' shocked and listened to her about she thought he was lying and how he really wanted her! She had not admitted yet what he needed to hear...

He grabbed her arms... pinned them behind her and backed his head off when she tried to thrust forward for a kiss or bite. He lifted her off the ground, doing his best to avoid giving in just yet. He needed to hear it...

He laid her on her bed... more like threw her down on it and he watched as she immediately returned to her knees on the mattress... She was biting her lip and reaching for him as he backed off... even going for the hilt of his sword as a warning to back off.

It was when she slid her fingers back down between her legs... rubbing herself again... it was when she started pleading with him to fuck her because she needed it is when he knew he had heard what he needed.

She smiled as his hand left the sword and she practically threw him onto the bed... having her way with him... and proving to him... why his brother enjoyed fucking the hell out of her.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"My lady, you are drunk. You are in no shape..."

Sorcha giggled.

"Me, never!!! I never over do it! I've been known to drink many a man under the table! I can hold my liquor!!"

She paused a second, biting her lower lip. Damn! He looked good, and ....... she wanted him!! He struggled with her, and threw her on the bed, and she came quickly to her knees, the throbbing between her legs driving her insane!!

She slipped her hand lower, moaning as she touched her throbbing pussy!

"I'm so wet! Ooooohh!!"

She moaned, her hips pressing her forward, her clit pressed hard against her hand, her other hand went to her breasts, her nipples almost burning with the need to be pinched. She squeezed her breasts roughtly, as she looked at him, and at the bulge denoting his sex.

"Fuck me!! Fuck me right now! I want you!!"

She thought he went to push her away, but she grabbed him, and threw him down, tugging at his pants, pulling them down to the top of his thighs, and jumping on him, impaling her wet pussy on his shaft, leaning down, expecting him to lunge to push her off, and she pinned his shoulders to the bed, and rode him hard, crying out as she came so hard, but not slowing for a second. She decided that he was getting into it, and was not likely to push her away, and she leaned back, sitting fully upright, moaning as his thick cock stretched her depths.

She reached for the hem of her dress, and lifted it, tugging it over her head, and throwing it to the floor, reaching up, and taking her breasts in her hand, pinching her nipples hard, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand was back on her clit stroking herself into another clilmax, feeling a need she had never felt before, cumming incredibly hard, but not finding herself sated. It seemed it fed her fire of her arousal, instead of satisfying her!

 

[Powerdog16]

Denaultra let himself go with this woman! She rode him hard and fast! He lost the number of times she climaxed... 3... 5... 8... It seemed like the harder she rode, the quicker and more powerful they came!

As she hit the last and possibly the most powerful of them all, he watched her eyes roll into her head and her body go weak! He watched her fall onto his body, covered in sweat, smelling of cum, and on the point of utter exhaustion!

He rolled her onto the bed and said, "You aren't done yet woman!!!" He grabbed her weak frame, flipped her to her stomach, grabbed her arms and pulled her up to her knees... before he drove his diamond hard shaft into her... burying it tot he hilt!!! He had envisioned this from her since he first met her and if it had been him that met her first, perhaps he would have been her husband... rather than him!

Denaultra felt her body so limp and weak start to build into another wave!!! He knew that if this was anything like the others... it would be the most powerful yet!!!

Her body clenched up on him! Her head limply flipped back and forth... her breasts likewise!!! His shaft had been stimulated so hard... so much... that it only took a few moments longer before his own seed exploded inside her!!!!!

He felt her tunnel clamp down and suddenly she was hitting number 9!!! He heard her screaming out... then suddenly going silent... her body overwhelming her senses and she passed out!

Denaultra laid her down on the mattress... then covered her up carefully. He had gotten what he needed from her... she was claimed. But now he had to return to the role of 'victim'. He got up, dressed, picked up his weapons and shield... then slipped from the bedroom to the main living area and then out...

Returning to his place, he spotted the alley and then saw the eyes and turned and walked back inside.

"You did it! You secured my future shell..." the voice hissed...

"What do you mean?" Denaultra said...

"In 9 months... I shall be reborn... father..." the voice hissed once again... and then vanished... leaving Denaultra fearful of what that could possibly mean to the world... and to him...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sorcha awoke the following morning, her thighs soaked with semen, and her pussy bruised, and no recollection of what had happened.

She knew she had been drinking with the men, and she remembered spilling the drink, and being unsteady on her feet, but what after that?? She put her hand down, and gathered some of the sticky cum, and brought it to her face, sniffing and tasting, and knowing that it not her own juices, but definitely evidence that she had had sex with a man. But which man?

She curled up into a ball, shocked and horrified at her behaviour. What if Donnacha found out about it?? He'd kill her!! No way would he endure the shame of his wife taking another to her bed! He would not be a cuckold!!

She climbed from the bed, and poured some water into a bowl, and washed herself intimately. Then she poured more water, and washed herself from head to toe, scrubbing herself until her skin was pink, and then, naked, she climbed back into the bed.

Suddenly an image filled her mind, a shocking image! She sat up covering her mouth with her hand. She remembered looking at her brother in law, especially looking at the bulge between his thighs. She remembered him pushing her away....

"My lady, you are drunk. You are in no shape..."

She remembered kneeling on her bed, stroking her wet slit. Her words, infused with lustful passion seemed to fill her head.


"I'm so wet! Ooooohh!!"

She remembered him standing there, looking at her, and she remembered her plea

"Fuck me!! Fuck me right now! I want you!!"

May God have mercy on her soul, she had seduced her husband's brother! She gasped, as realisation struck. She had seduced Denalutra! And, he had not been overly eager, HE at least, had had some moral fibre, yes, he had capitulated at the end, but he had certainly tried to resist her, to do the right thing, the honourable thing!

She climbed from the bed, and paced the length of the room, as images of herself in the throes of passion, with Denaultra pinned beneath her, as she rode him abandon, flicked before her mind's eye. She had betrayed her husband, shamed him, and his family, his lineage. Had that witch cursed her? Was this her doing?? Despite what she would have liked to believe, the horrible fact faced Sorcha. She had no one to blame for this, but herself.

She thought he went to push her away, but she grabbed him, and threw him down, tugging at his pants, pulling them down to the top of his thighs, and jumping on him, impaling her wet pussy on his shaft, leaning down, expecting him to lunge to push her off, and she pinned his shoulders to the bed, and rode him hard, crying out as she came so hard, but not slowing for a second. She decided that he was getting into it, and was not likely to push her away, and she leaned back, sitting fully upright, moaning as his thick cock stretched her depths.

She reached for the hem of her dress, and lifted it, tugging it over her head, and throwing it to the floor, reaching up, and taking her breasts in her hand, pinching her nipples hard, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand was back on her clit stroking herself into another clilmax, feeling a need she had never felt before, cumming incredibly hard, but not finding herself sated. It seemed it fed her fire of her arousal, instead of satisfying her!

 

[Powerdog16]

Denaultra had been out and about the city confirming everything was in order and wondered after the sun had risen mid way into the sky, where Sorcha was. He began to grow concerned as she never left her place.

Eventually, he let his curiosity get to him and he returned to the quarters. What he found was almost appalling. Three men were on the bed with Sorcha... all naked... all his own personal guards... He saw each of them had a dick in her and her arms were tied up hard.

Based of the massive amounts of cum on the bedding... she had been at it for at least a couple of hours! He barked, "What the hell is going on?!!?!?!!" Instantly, the mood for the men were gone! They shrivelled up and pulled out of her, leaving her in a pool of her own cum... barely conscious...

He said, "You three... get dressed and get out of this house now! If you so much as mutter a word to anyone... your heads will be the next ones on the pikes out of town..."

Once those men were gone, he closed the door to the quarters and watched her as she struggled to her knees... and turn to him... pleading for his cock... He walked towards her and slapped her face so hard it sent her into the bed again... this time... knocking her out!

Denaultra left the quarters for a few moments, telling a few of the guards that he was going to be indisposed for a while... and he would be back soon. He returned to find her on the bed still. He spread her legs and was shocked to see what he saw... Her pussy and ass had been fucked so hard for so long that she was actually bleeding.

He muttered, "Oh by the gods..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sorcha had no idea what was wrong with her. She was insatiable!!!

She had been rubbing her pussy, making herself cum, moaning so loudly that some of the soldiers had come to check on her, fearing that something was wrong, and when they had entered her room, she had not been able to stop herself from what she was doing!! The soldiers had taken that as an open invitation, and she had done nothing more than moan, as they had entered her in turn, using her as they saw fit, leaving her raw!!

On and on it had gone, and by the time Denaultra made his untimely entry, she was bleeding! It was like and itch she couldn't scratch, and it was driving her insane.

He looked shocked by her appearance. He looked at her rawness, and he covered her, calling for a cold bath, with pleanty of salt.

Sorcha gasped as she climbed in , but the cold water shocked her to a state of alertness she had not reached for hours, and while the salt strung, she knew it would aid her healing! She soaked until her teeth were chattering, and then she climbed out, and pulled on a shift, falling to her upper thighs. She searched her chest, and pulled out her lavender cream, which she used after battles, to reduce inflamation and swelling, and aid healing, and she gingerly applied it to her sore pussy and ass.

Denaultra remained in the room the entire time, and she remained silent, knowing she would need to say something, unsure what to say. Finally, she was done, and she climbed into her bed.

"Denaultra.... I fear I have been cursed!! I.... I am beset with dark and urgent desires, that will not be quenched! I fear I could take an entire army, and not be sated! I know we have our differences, but I beg you to hold your tongue. Please, you must not tell Donnacha!"

 

[Powerdog16]

Denaultra bit his tongue as she spoke, fearing he might say something he shouldn't. how long would the potion last? What if it never stopped? He never asked what the duration was...

He watched her naked bathing, trying to clean up and calm down all at once. He looke at her and said, "You... you remember what happened last night then?"

He could see as she turned her head down at she recalled. She started to speak and he raised and hand and said, "I... am the one who is sorry. I was not strong enough to say no. Your husband... my brother... would kill us both if he knew... so this secret is safe with me... it is those men you were with that I worry about. I know one in particular who may speak. I fear I must deal with him before he has time to reveal his secret."

He looked down at Sorcha and knew what was going on in her head. Her actions were going to cost the life of one of her own men. Denaultra watched her getting up from the tub and he walked to her and said, "What exactly do you think you are doing?"

She felt his hand push her back into the tub and Denaultra watched her as her own hand slipped to his thigh... and then up it. He said, "Sorcha... get a hold of yourself..."

He gasped when she reached to his tool... and her eyes shifted lustful again. He said, "Sorch.... Sorcha... please..."

She pulled his tool from his pants and slipped it into her mouth... taking him completely... and even though she was red and swollen and raw... she took him like she had hadn't been with anyone in weeks...

 

[sallythescorpian]

"You... you remember what happened last night then?"

She was decidedly uncomfortable that he was bringing up that topic! She looked down, and struggled to come up with something that would excuse her behaviour.

"I... am the one who is sorry. I was not strong enough to say no. Your husband... my brother... would kill us both if he knew... so this secret is safe with me... it is those men you were with that I worry about. I know one in particular who may speak. I fear I must deal with him before he has time to reveal his secret."

She glanced up, her eyes meeting his, and she knew that the man in question would lose his life before nightfall. She was sorry for that, and had intended him no harm, but she knew without question, that Donnacha could not know what she had done. He would be disgusted with her, but moreover, he would be humiliated and shamed by the actions of his wife, and he would take the man's life anyway, and Sorcha's with it.

She wanted to fight her insatiable desires, but she could feel her control slipping again, as the burning need welled in her once again.

Her eyes glazed and she was focussed only at the bulge in Denaultra's pants, and she reached him, freeing his manhood, and sucking it needily into her mouth, ignoring his protestations.

"Sorch.... Sorcha... please..."

His tone belied any implied protest that his words might have contained. He wanted her, as much as she wanted him.... at least in that moment, and she smiled to herself, knowing that although she was kneeling before him, taking his cock, she held the power in this dynamic, at least for now. She teased him, and toyed with him, running her tongue over all the most sensitive spots, moaning and sending vibrations from her voice box down to his very root. Over and over, she relaxed her throat, and took him as deep as he could go, and then, as she played with his balls with her finger tips, she felt him draw tight, and then shoot his testosterone rich seed down her throat.

 

[Powerdog16]

He had her by the head as she swallowed every drop of his seed!!! He was damn near animalistic as he felt her lick him clean and look up at him with an equally insatiable look! He said, "You realize what you are doing... what we are doing?"

She gave a nod and looked like she didn't regret it in one little way... as she slowly raised up out of the tub, her naked body for his full view!!

It was only when there was a knock at the door that snapped the two of them free of each other's lustful need. Denaultra turned and walked to it... cracking it open, "Yes..."

"Sir! The King is arriving right now... Sir... wanted you to know..." a voice said.

Denaultra turned and looked at Sorcha who was already getting into her clothes and doing her damned best not to look like she had been raped all night long. He watched her shameless as she put on her armor and weapons, looking as if she was unsure what to do!

He walked to her and grabbed her neck... snapping her to his attention. He said, "Listen... this never happened... you hear me... he will snap our necks if he found out... Keep your cravings in check... or he will learn of what you are becoming. Now go!"

He pushed her towards the door and watched her dissappear out. He counted back from 20 and then he walked out of the place himself and headed the opposite direction.

Donnacha rode in with his warriors with a conquering smile on his face! Three of his men on horses carried pikes in hand and on the end, heads. two male and one female. He looked down as Sorcha arrived looking flushed and said, "Ahh... my bride!! Look! We found our traitors. They confessed to being under a witches spell. I assured them that would no longer be a problem..."

THere was laughter in the air as he slid off his horse and was shocked when his bride... who had originally hated being anywhere near him... practically attacked him in front of all with a barrage of kisses...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sorcha sucked him off and swallowed all he gave her!! She was mesmerised by her insatiable lusts, a total slave to them. she was stunned when she heard Donnacha was returned, and yet it seemed as though he was beyond the fog, and in some way distant from her.

"Listen... this never happened... you hear me... he will snap our necks if he found out... Keep your cravings in check... or he will learn of what you are becoming. Now go!"

She nodded, coming, to some degree at least, alert. Donnacha!!! Christ!! Fear kicked in, and it cleared her mind, and she climbed quickly from the bath, and dressed, leaving her chamber, in search of her husband.

She was raw, bruised from the marathon fucking she had received from the trio of soldiers, and her heart was in her mouth when she went to meet her husband, who rode triumphantly into the village, with the heads of the traitors on pikes, carried high by him and his men.

"Ahh... my bride!! Look! We found our traitors. They confessed to being under a witches spell. I assured them that would no longer be a problem..."

She beamed up at him.

"Well done, we can rest easy now!"

As he slid from his horse, and she lunged at him, jumping and wrapping her thighs around his waist, and arms around her neck. She kissed him hard, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, as she kissed him hard.

She slid slowly down his body, her heart beating hard, as she pressed against him, whispering in his ear, as she ran her hands over him.

"I am in lust!! Take me! Take me now!!"

 

[Powerdog16]

Denaultra wanted to disappear that instant! Sorcha was out of control and he was going to have to do something about it...

Donnacha heard the words in his ear and he turned his head in disbelief. He said, "Not now woman. The men are here to celebrate!" He pulled her off his frame, but she seemed to cling to him as if should she let go, she would fall into a dismal abyss...

This was not the warrior that he had conquered at first... this was a wench needing only her carnal needs fed. He turned his eyes up to Denaultra with a questioning look and his brother returned a look matching his disbelief. Donnacha looked at his woman and said, "BESTILL YOURSELF!! You embarass yourself..."

He watched her still trying to reach for his groin and he back handed her, sending her flailing across the ground landing at Denaultra's feet. He stood perfectly still as he waited to see what his brother was going to do next.

Donnacha said, "Take her to her quarters. She will remain their under guard. Denaultra... you stay with me..."

Denaultra ordered three guards, in which he smartly chose 2 male and 2 female guards to tend to the duty, for which they scooped up Sorcha in their arms and dragged the disoriented woman away. After she was gone, Donnacha walked to his brother and said, "What is the matter with her?"

The brother led the warlord away from his men and said, "I fear the worst for her. I did not want to say anything to you sire... but I believe she has been bewitched..."

Donnacha's eyes widened at the suggestion and said, "She has been like this for a while?"

Denaultra said, "I noticed her behavior the last night and had her locked in her quarters. She has been aggressive... needing this need fulfilled..."

"Has anyone fulfilled it?" Donnacha said, eyeing him warily...

"No... NO sire! That is why I quarantined her. I have personally checked on her but only from a distance..." Denaultra said...

"I see..." Donnacha watched him carefully.

Denaultra was nervous... if he saw just how badly she was marked up... it would be no secret what she had done... He said, "Sir, I would recommend getting Lady Antebel and bring her to create a countercurse to cure her..."

Donnacha thought about it a long moment and said, "very well... Make it happen... I am going to go check on her..."

"Sir... we do not know the extent of what her condition is... much less how it could effect others." Denaultra said, "I would recommend keeping men away from her entirely... just to be safe sire..."

Donnacha glared angrily at him and said, "Do you think she would bed another?"

"Sir... I would not take the risk... this is not your bride right now sire... this is a bewitched woman who can not control herself..." Denaultra explained...

The warlord thought about it and finally nodded, "So be it. Let me know how it goes... Meanwhile... how is my town coming along?"

After a quick talk about the fortifications and plans, Denaultra was dismissed to go find the one woman who might be able to help... Lady Antebel.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sorcha was shamed at her so public rejection! Donnacha had thrust her away more than once, and had backhanded her, sending her flying across the dirt! Angry, she was calling him names as she was all but carried away and taken to the room where she and Denaultra had joined so passionately.

It took four men to hold her down, while her limbs were tied to each corner of the bed. She lifted her pelvis repeatedly off the bed, begging each of the men in turn to fuck her, to give her what she needed, to be a man.

There were uncomfortable coughs, and red faces, and none would meet her eye, all secure in the knowledge that Donnacha Mac Neill would have the head of the man who interfered with his woman.

That did nothing to stem her enthusiasm though, and she proceeded to detail each of her charms in an attempt to get what she so desperately needed. Her pussy was clenching on emptiness, and her nipples were beaded painfully hard, and, tied as she was, she was unable to give herself any relief at all.

Hours later, Donnacha entered her room, the smell of ale strong on his breath. He told her that he had sent a woman to break the curse, and she would call to her on the morrow.

He stood, just inside the doorway, and she writhed on the bed.

"Come and fuck your wife, or are you not man enough to see to my needs??" He stood,motionless. She thought to provoke him more. "If you are not man enough to rise with desire, send in someone who is...... one cock is more of less the same as another.... I am told!!"

 

[Powerdog16]

Donnacha looked upon his bewitched wife with drunken sadness. He walked towards her bed, sat on the edge of it and went to touch her face... only to jerk back when she bit at him then laughed and spat at her. He grabbed her hair hard and wrenched her face to stare into his and said, "I do not know what madness has become you, but I promise to do everything to free you of it."

She began cussing and swearing him again! he let her head go and let his hand trace down her body... sorely tempted to give into her demands. She seemed to thrust it all at him ... willing to do literally anything she had to get the next hit....

He pulled away and said, "I am sorry wife... I cannot let you have your need till the witch arrives..."

He got up and walked away to a cursing swearing woman. he reached Denaultra as he stepped out and said, "Well..."

The brother glanced inside a moment and then backed off... he was afraid in her crazed mode she might blurt out her exploits with him and that would certainly give him a death sentence.... he turned towards Donnacha and siad, "She will be here shortly!"

Donnacha and said, "I want to know who the fuck cast this spell on her and then i want his head on a platter! make it happen brother..."

Denaultra gulped slightly and then nodded, "Your wish is my command sire..." Denaultra was in a LOT of danger... this spell was only supposed to have lasted a few hours... not go on forever... and now his own head was targetted to be severed from his neck. he needed a scapegoat and soon... plus... what happened when they found her to be with child?

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sorcha writhed on the bed, her body craving that which it was denied. She had screamed for Donnacha until she was hoarse. She had also screamed for Denaultra, but her voice was broken at that point, and only the beginning and ending syllables were decipherable.

Oisin listened from outside the room, his head near the window. He had served Sorcha and her family loyally for decades, and he knew that she had been bewitched. He had been with her at dinner, when she had knocked her wine, and he had watched her, as she was helped from the banquet hall.

He loved her, like his own daughter, and he had noticed Denaultra's lustful gaze as he had looked upon his brother's wife. Oisin had listened to the wild sex that had echoed off the walls of the chamber containing Sorcha's marital bed, and he knew he had to help her. The question was how.

The most likely candidate for creating such a potion was the old Druid whom Sorcha had beheaded, but Oisin was familiar enough with the ways of the village people, that he knew the old crone would have had an apprentice, and that was whom he needed to seek.

Discretion was of the utmost importance, and he confided in no one, as he searched and made his enquiries. Finally, he found her, the apprentice, and he told her that he needed a potion to remove sexual desire, and, a little later, he was on his way back to the castle, with a little vial concealed in his hand.

 

[Powerdog16]

Donnacha and Denaultra walked in with an older woman... she wore purple and black robes, she was meek, old, and tired looking. She carried a thick carpet bag with her and then walked immediately to Sorcha and examined her face... her eyes were white... nearly pure white...

The witch said, "She has been possessed by a demon..."

Denaultra gulped... he had embedded her with his seed... could the demon have somehow gotten hold of her already?

Donnacha said, "Can you get rid of it?"

The witch said, "Yes... give me time... I can make a potion... it will be fine... NOW GO... both of you!"

Donnacha and Denaultra both turned and after glancing at her... then each other, turned and left the room....

 

[sallythescorpian]

Oisin listened from his hiding place in the alcove by the fire, as the old Drone began to chant. She rooted in her bag, removing a white power, and some candles. She pulled and tugged at the bed to which Sorcha was tied, and, when it was in the middle of the room, she began to trail the white powder around the floor.

She was making a series of straight lines, which she joined, and Oisin gasped when he saw that the crone had drawn a pentagram of white power. Next, she tore open the dress that Sorcha wore, and set leeches on her skin, at her neck, her wrists, her groin, and the soles of her feet, and he noted that Sorcha hardly moved as the creatures began to suck her blood.

Next candles were set at each point of the pentagram, and set alight. The chanting increased, and the old woman began to rock back and forth before she held a taper to the white powder, which immediately flared into flame!

Sorcha suddenly screamed and her body shook as she writhed in agony on the bed, her voice, an inhuman roar straight from the depths of Hell!! Donnacha came bursting into the room, and recoiled in horror as he watched the flames leap about his wife, as she screamed, her voice unrecognisable. Then, there was an inhuman roar, as Sorcha's back arched, her head thrown back, and the flames leapt high as the demon exited her body.

A few moments later, Sorcha gave a broken cry, and the flames snuffed out.

The old crone went to her, untying her hands and feet, and she curled into a ball. Immediately she felt it, the sudden wetness between her thighs, and, putting her hands down, she gasped in horror as they came away soaked with blood.

The witch attended her, cleaning her, and removing her paraphernalia from the room, taking her gold from Donnacha before she exited. Donnacha called for a bath of hot, perfumed water to be brought, and he gently lifted Sorcha in, where she lay, dejected and lifeless in the water. She made no sound, but tears trickled down her face as she mourned for the babe she hadn't known she carried.

 

[Powerdog16]

Donnacha was the one who stepped up and sat down next to the tub... he put his hand on hers and said nothing. One thing he learned was sometimes the best thing one could do was say nothing and just wait.

He had the water reheated over and over... letting her stay in the water as long as she desired to stay in there.

Denaultra turned and walked over to the guard who he had found banging Sorcha the night before... He had him captured and arrested... along with the other two soldiers.. and quietly, had them taken out of the town and executed.

As he returned to town, he spotted an old man standing partially concealed near Sorcha's quarters and he pulled his dagger and eased up behind him! He stumbled however over a bucket, which caused a crash and got his attention.

The old man shot his long face back towards him in surprise... then dashed away in a rush! Denaultra yelled out, "YOU! MAN!!! HALT!!! HALT!!!!!"

When the man failed to stop, Denaultra flicked the dagger till the blade was in his hand and then flung it... burying the blade into the old man's shoulder, sending him crashing into the ground. Denaultra raced towards him as the old man fell to the ground and pulled the knife out... and pressed it to his throat!

Donnacha heard the commotion outside and charged out to see the knife landing in the old man and him falling to the ground! He walked towards the old man and said, "What is the meaning of this? Who is he?"

Denaultra looked at his brother and said, "He was snooping sire... and when I told him to halt... he charged away!"

"Wait..." there was a weak voice coming from behind the two men... and both turned to see Sorcha, leaning on the door, covered in a robe... looking pleadingly at them...

 

[sallythescorpian]

The commotion got her attention, dragging her out of the blue funk into which she had sunk. She got out and grabbed her robe, tying it hurriedly around herself.

She looked out. Oisin!! She braced her hand on the door jam and noticed, for the first time, her skin. She was shrivelled up like a dried prune, a result of spending hours in the bath.

She went to Oisin, and knelt by his side, pressing her ear to his lips as he struggled to speak.

"My lady....to c...cure you! D..dont trust him.. MacNeill, he is....e..vil!"

The old man pressed the little vial into her had, as his dying breath left his chest. Her eyes went from one to the other of the Mac Neill brothers, and she began to mourn her loyal soldier.

She looked to the window, it was just after mid day.

She turned to Donnacha. Prepare a pyre, we will send him to the lands of our people before nightfall, to ensure his place in the afterlife.

Suddenly, she had a purpose. Something that needed doing. She had to stop sitting about feeling sorry for what she had lost and look instead to the present and to the future.

She shooed the men from the room, and dressed in her full battle regalia in order to honour Oisin. She had their bugle sounded to announce to all the death, and immediate funeral of one of their own, and she demanded a feast for the wake.

Oisin was dressed in his full armour, and laid upon the table, as music played and drink flowed, and all told stories of his greatness, his cunning, his bravery in battle, his prowess with women, his loyalty as a friend. Then he was carried shoulder high, and placed on the pyre as dusk was falling, and it was set aflame. His fellow soldiers took turns to stand guard, re building the fire when necessary as they watched their friend enter the after life.

The remainder returned to the great hall where drink flowed, ballads were sung, and they feasted as they mourned their fallen comrade.

Donnacha was there, but his reception was cool, as Oisin had fallen at the hand of his brother. Distrust spread, and Sorcha sat ensconced with her own clan, largely ignoring her husband.

 

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It would be 3 months before anything else happened. The town had come to accept the rulings of Donnacha. Denaultra himself had been made mayor of the town itself. The warlord and Sorcha's lives went back to normal... he and her were always at it in the main hall about how to handle the people... then they would fight each other and end up in the throes of sex...

Denaultra himself had picked a bride from the warrior clan himself... a cunning warrior woman known as Cynautri. She had bested him in battle once... and caught his eye. They two quickly found a passionate desire for each other.

The best news however, was on the morning the great disaster, Donnacha woke up to the news that Sorcha would be with child. It had been a glorious and magnificant day... had it not been the day that it felt as if the world were coming to an end.

Donnacha had been warned by his witches that his gods were becoming displeased with how he had become a man of peace and not war... how his bride had calmed his spirit and made him soft. Donnacha had ignored it... till today...

Donnacha and Sorcha was out on their usual horseback ride through the country when it hit... the ground without warning or notice... began to rumble!!! The horses grew spooked and knocked off their riders running as best they could into the woods!!! The ground rattled and quaked so hard that it kept both flat on the ground. Trees fell and dust rose!!!

The fury of the Gods had cast their judgement on the planet and as Donnacha and Sorcha reached their kingdom... they hearts sank. A massive crack in the ground ran right through the town and then the keep itself. Half of hte keep had collapsed in on itself... while the rest seemed ablaze!!!

Donnacha stared in disbelief as he said, "What have I done? What have I done?"