Rites of Passage Redux (Armphid & Haremfaery)

[Armphid]

So simple an invitation. Such common words. From any other woman they would have been plain and even struck a person as strangely casual for such a night. But from Aine, those words were a victory and the call of delight. Her expression was without guile or assurance and her sweet voice spoke without any words of her feelings in these moments alone.

Tiernan felt more a man at that moment than in any recent moment he could recall. He did not answer in words but merely stepped up onto the bed and then forward, lowering himself down to crawl onto it beside her. He slid his arms about her and pulled her into an embrace, pressing her soft loveliness against his hard muscled body. He let out a long breath, the mere feeling of holding her so close, with him bear and her in so little, a fine and heady thing.

He lowered his head to kiss her neck where it joined the shoulder on her left and his lips made their way up the gentle curve. His hands were not idle either, gliding over her back and down to just barely caress her ass through her shift, not yet seeking beneath it. His lips found hers in a kiss of smoldering intent that grew more heated, more immediate. The kiss spoke of an awakened desire that had been banked for a season and now was free to burn them both.

 

[haremfaery]

Aine shivered when Tiernan kissed her. She became a woman at Beltane and knew the pleasure to be had in coupling. But the drug the druids gave the assembled youths clouded the memory and chased away fear and anxiety. She wished she had some of that draught now. Despite the strong mead she drank through dinner, she was now cold sober.

Would she disappoint Tiernan now after she kept him at arms length for so long? Would she please him? Would Tiernan please her? His kisses were pleasing. She could feel blood heating at his touch. When he claimed her lips a moan escaped her as she yielded opening her mouth to him. She could feel his desire, his need, in that kiss.

She slid her hand up his hard muscled chest to his neck and into his hair. She pressed closer to him. Her own need was rising.

 

[Armphid]

There may have been hesitation in her at first but there was no trace of it now. She moaned into his kiss and his tongue slipped into her open mouth and tasted her deep for a brief moment. Her hand was on him, in his hair, and he shivered st the feel. She was awake at last, was she? In part at least.

He promised them both that he would wake her desire fully and leave her panting and pleased. His pride demanded no less, nor did she deserve different.

Tiernan kissed slowly down the other side if her neck and paused to nip and gently suckle where her neck and shoulder met. His hands ran over her hips before sliding down the length of her legs. His hands moved to caress and knead her calves, pushing her shift up. He made his intent clear as he paused to push the thin garment up even further to mid thigh before again starting to move his hands up her legs again with a firm, steady caress to tease her skin and ease the muscle beneath. His lips moved to the junction of her collarbones for a kiss before he raised his head to look into her eyes, "If you care for your shift, then I ask you to slip free of it, else I grow close to tearing it, for I ache to see and feel you with naught between us."

 

[haremfaery]

Aine felt as if she were watching herself as if in a dream. While her body was responding, a part of her brain was assessing, wondering, judging. Should she touch him more? Would she measure up to Tiernan's previous lovers? How this night was so different from Beltane.

Tiernan broke through her thoughts, "If you care for your shift, then I ask you to slip free of it, else I grow close to tearing it, for I ache to see and feel you with naught between us."

She felt very self conscious again. Would he truly have ripped the shift from her? Was he that filled with desire? The thought made her shiver. She got up on her knees lifting her shift as she did so. She pulled it up and over her head then tossed it aside. She felt her cheeks grow hot again. She swallowed. Should she tell him there had been one other before him? No. Why bring someone else into their wedding bed?

The mood was broken for her at least temporarily. She looked at Tiernan and saw the lust and longing in his eyes as he gazed at her. She had made him wait and he did, and now he was still being patient with her. She lay down next to him. "Kiss me again, please."

 

[Armphid]

Even before their engagement, before their attempts to reconcile, Tiernan would have acknowledged Aine was a beauty and one of the most well built women of the clan. The dim light of candles and banked coals illuminated her fair skin as she bared herself and cast her shift aside. He let his breath slip between his lips in something that was almost a prayer and almost a growl. The Gods had been generous in making her, it could not be doubted.

He sensed some hesitancy, some uncertainty in her. Her cheeks were flushed and he liked to think it was with desire but her eyes spoke of embarrassment as well. Had she never seen the bodies of other women? Aine had nothing to be ashamed of.

He lay beside her and kissed first her shoulder, then the base of her neck, then up the curve to her jawline and then to her lips. He did not temper the want in them; for him there was to be no hiding between them, especially in their bedroom. "Gladly and a thousand times will I kiss you," he murmured against her lips as the embrace of them paused, "For your lips and fair skin are warm, sweet, softness both and I delight in them. As I pray you will."

His hands moved over her with careful gentle caresses, not touching yet anywhere too openly sexual, but simply along her arms, down her sides, over her hips. "And if you favor the touch of my lips on yours, then imagine how they will feel elsewhere."

 

[haremfaery]

"And if you favor the touch of my lips on yours, then imagine how they will feel elsewhere."

Aine imagined the kisses of the God at Beltane when he suckled on her breasts then pushed the thought away. This was her wedding night. Tiernan was not a God. He was her husband who burned for her. And he was doing an excellent job of teasing embers into a fire within her.

Never had a man looked at her as Tiernan did. In lust yes, but Tiernan's gaze also held a longing, almost a devoutness. Like worship. She felt truly loved and desired. Tiernan made her feel like a queen. Or a Goddess.

She shivered with anticipation and took his hand. She placed it on her breast. "Then show me." She breathed.

 

[Armphid]

Her smile in answer to her request was a slow, leonine expression of satisfaction and promise. It pleased him that she would ask him and truly mean it. Remarkable it was, how far they had come to one another in less than a year.

The hand on her breast slid along the generous curve and then cupped the soft plushness to gently knead. "So I shall." He brushed his lips just barely against hers and then they moved lower to kiss down her neck and pause at the junction of her collarbones. He kissed again there and once more went lower still. His hand still lovingly toyed with her right breasts, thumb brushing and stroking her nipple and the areola surrounding it.

He moved his face over the curve of her left breast, just letting his breath brush over it before his warm, pink tongue touched the luscious flesh and slipped back up the curve. He breathed on the faint trail of wetness his tongue left and then fell to worshiping her breast in earnest. His lips decorated with kisses and his tongue swirled over and slapped her nipple. He caught the stiffening peak between his lips and pressed on it before pulling it into his mouth and sucking eagerly.

 

[haremfaery]

Aine tightened her grip on Tiernan as she moaned. Her back arched pressing her breasts closer to him. Her heart pounded faster. His kisses had her quivering like a harp string.

She let her hands roam his back, shoulders and arms feeling his muscles flex as he moved. She found that she enjoyed discovering his body. He surely was enjoying discovering hers. That made her think of all the women he must have known to be so good at it. She thought of Roisin and how she flirted and chased after Tiernan. She pushed the thought away. She refused to allow another woman in their bed. If only in her thoughts. Not on their wedding night. Nor any other night. She would learn to please her husband as he was pleasing her.

Aine arched again when Tiernan turned his attention to her other breast. Sensations welled up inside her that she had never felt. Other than the magical night of Beltane. She buried her fingers in his hair. "I . . . Oh!" She curled her toes as something overwhelming made her shiver all over.

 

[Armphid]

The feeling of her fingers, surprisingly strong, in his hair made his chest hum with something that has half growl and half purr. His tongue flicked and flashed over the nipple in his mouth even as his lips pulled and sucked. Her voice hitched and caught and he felt a paragon among men for it. Had anyone made her feel this way ever? She had been so intent on finding her Beltain lover...foolishness. Care not for her lovers past, only for loving her now.

His right hand slid down her side while he continued to delight in her breasts. His fingers danced over her skin and paused a few moments to caress her right thigh before moving inward. He moaned into her tit when he pressed his palm to her sex, lightly pressing in and rubbing her labia.

He began to pet her pussy, fingers stroking her velvety lips in a steady pace, matching his suckling. She had caught herself before, kept from crying out. But he wanted her to. He wanted her pleasure to overwhelm her, to burst from those proud lips in a happy shout.

 

[haremfaery]

Tiernan's growl went straight to her core arousing her further. Aine gasped at his intimate touch. She had so little experience, Tiernan knew what she wanted before she did.

She spread her legs wider for him, her body responding to his hands and lips and tongue. She rocked her hips in time with his hand. She moaned with every breath. Louder and louder. He was a bard and she was his harp. His touch grew faster and lighter. Her moans became cries. Swiftly, she put one hand over his and pressed it tight. Her body stiffened and her toes curled for the second time this night. This time, she held back nothing and called his name as she came, almost in surprise that he could draw such intensity from her with only his hands.

 

[Armphid]

He lifted his head as she cried out, his eyes bright in the dark of the candle lit room as Aine quivered under his touch and her apex took her. Her face was a marvelous study of passion and surprised bliss. Glorious.

And yet...there was something strange in the back of his mind. This was somehow familiar. Yet it couldn't be. He and Aine had never been together before this night. He had other lovers in the past, it was true, but none so free spirited and bold, none so clever, none so beautiful or finely shaped for that matter. So...why did he have an odd feeling that this was not the first time he had done this to her?

He dismissed the feeling. This pleasure for her and with her was what mattered now. He kissed her nipple, then the join of her collarbones, back up her neck again before kissing her lips. "I think I have never heard a sweeter sound than you crying my name, my fiery bride. Already I want to hear it again."

 

[haremfaery]

Aine returned the kiss with breathless passion. "Tiernan, I am no virgin, but ... I have little experience. I do not know what to do to please you as you have pleased me." Already she ached for him to touch her again.

She ran her hands up his chest. All of her senses were alive. She hooked her leg over his hip and pulled him close to kiss him again. "Tiernan, touch me again."

 

[Armphid]

Such a request! Again with such simple words she made his heart tremble and caused him to feel like a hero of old. He brushed her lips with his, "Gladly, lover and wife," he answered.

He reached under her to cup and squeeze her ass before his string hands slid over her hips. Tiernan moved up to allow his right hand to move between her legs, his fingers bending to pet her sex with just the tips. He dipped his head to kiss her again as he pressed his fingers to her core firmly. He ran his middle finger up and down her pussy before slipping it past her folds and into her wet heat.

 

[haremfaery]

Aine spread her legs wider for Tiernan. She moaned and arched her back. "Tiernan..." She gasped over and over. Finally as she was close to her peak, she put her hand over his pressing down as he brought her once again.

"Gods, Tiernan." She breathed. Her eyes shone with desire as she looked at him."I am ready. Make me your wife. Make me your Queen."

 

[Armphid]

Tiernan's eyes had a strange gleam in them as Aine breathed a request that made his manhood shiver and stiffen to the point that he almost feared it would split. He had heard those words before. He had heard her say those words before, he was sure of it. But when? Never had they-

His eyes went wide and a tremor went through him. Beltane. He had been the vessel of the God. The memory of it was hazy but the Goddess...she had said those words. Aine...she had been the one that night. "By the Gods," he gasped. Had...had all of this been ordained from on high?

A weighty matter for deep thought later. He would not ignore Aine now, and in truth, he ached for her. But what an odd humor the divine had! He had been the man she was looking for all this time.

"Now and always," he answered. His cock was against her entrance then and he rubbed the head over her folds to wet it. Then bliss, oh! Bliss! It wrapped around his being through his dick as he entered her sex. He let it swell and sweep through him but not carry his senses away. His instincts cried out and roared to take her hard now, but no. No. Not now. Not yet.

With firm gentleness, he made her his. Tiernan watched and listened for the signs of her body and voice to guide him in his sure, slow entrance. "How sweet, hnn, your fire burns, my wife, my queen. Your bliss will scorch me and I am eager for it," he sighed.

 

[haremfaery]

Tonight was real, not the drugged dream that was Beltane. Aine experienced everything as herself, not as the vessel for the Goddess. It was as if this truly was her first time lying with a man.

She had idolized her Beltane lover, but Aine could not have asked for a more patient one. Yet Tiernan did not hide how much he craved her. She could see the fire in his eyes.

She gasped when he entered her. But once she relaxed ... Gods, how good he felt. She pulled her knees up and pressed them to his sides urging him deeper in deeds if not in words.

"I burn for you, Tiernan--my husband." She ran her hands up his chest. "Take me now."

 

[Armphid]

He couldn't keep the happy growl from his voice as he felt her movement around his manhood and saw her invitation. Her need drenched words made it all the better. Tiernan heard them as her blessing and let himself go.

His hips drew back and plunged deep in her, sheathing his fullness in one sure stroke. More and more of those deep, full length thrusts followed to make his way to her core. The bridegroom leaned over her, their bodies pressed together, his forearms braced on either side of her shoulders to take the brunt of his weight. His hips swung faster and freer now, sawing and pumping his rod in and out and in of her tunnel. His ass flexed over and over as he took her. He was beyond words in those sweet, savage minutes, his fierce eyes and his moans speaking his pleasure in primal eloquence.

His lips moved then to kiss her lips, her jaw, the side of her neck. All the while his hips plunged to take her, to join them, to complete their wedding and seed the future of the clan.

 

[haremfaery]

Aine moaned with each of Tiernan's thrusts. Her pleasure mounted higher and higher. Beltane had been sacred, spiritual, otherworldly, a Divine union. Tonight was visceral. There was no drugged haze to cloud the experience.

As she reached her peak she called to Tiernan, to the gods. She did not know how loud she was, nor did she care. She raked Tiernan's back with her nails as she reached her bliss. She said his name over and over. Her body shuddered and spasmed. She thought she might die and held him tighter.

 

[Armphid]

The feeling of her nails clawing his back brought a sting of pain into their pleasure but he welcomed it. It mixed with the raw, wanton delight and made it something more. Tiernan nipped at her neck again, his hips pumping faster yet, rocking their joined bodies with each staccato drive.

She cried out his name and he felt the tension within his lions gather. His eyes screwed shut and he crushed her to him, spearing as deep within her as he could one last time. He shuddered as blazing joy pulsed in him once, twice, thrice, again, again. His ass clenched and his hips bucked each time as he loosed himself within her; his essence, his seed filling her sacred hollow and truly binding them as husband and wife.

They clung together in that primal knot for what could have been a lifetime yet not been enough. He shifted his head to press his forehead to hers, He wanted to say something...he felt he had to. That had been...world changing. Indeed, his own had been altered forever. But what could he say that would be worthy of this moment?

Nothing at all. He would only mar it. Instead, he chose to kiss her once more. Long and sweet and sated but still desirous, trying to pour into his lips what he knew his words could never convey to the willful redhead who had become the heart of his life.

 

[haremfaery]

Aine had not quite caught her breath when Tiernan kissed her leaving her breathless once again. His kisses were strong and sweet like May mead.

She gave him a shy smile. She had fully expected to be disappointed on her wedding night. She could not imagine anything coming close to what she experienced at Beltane when she was possessed by the Goddess and her consort was the God. Now she was mortal once again with a mortal husband, but Tiernan--Tiernan was all that she could have wished for. Passionate, yet patient. He had focused on her pleasure first until it became their shared pleasure.

She held him tightly pulling his weight down on her, her legs still wrapped around him. She wasn't ready to relinquish him yet. She stroked his back and shoulders enjoying the feel of him.

"Tiernan ..." She whispered. She wasn't sure what to say to let him know how she felt. Aine had always been one to readily express her anger or other negative emotions. It was harder to express her softer side, to leave herself vulnerable. She was his wife now. He was not her Divine lover, but she owed it to him to let him know what this night meant to her.

"Thank you." She paused still reaching for words. "I never expected ... I didn't know it could be like this." It was inadequate, she knew, but it was the best she could do.

She felt him softening inside her and loosened her hold on him. She groaned when he slipped from her. She hadn't expected the sense of loss as they separated.

 

[Armphid]

He groaned as well when his manhood slipped from her body. Tiernan shook his head slowly and then sank down beside her his arms moving to hold her as he did do. The newlywed was not ready to have her out of his embrace just yet. "That feeling...is one of the worst I have ever known, coming so after the best."

His lips were in a gentle, contented smile and his eyes were bright as he looked on her. "It is simple praise, but to my ears, a cheer as for a hero." He kissed the tip of her little nose. "To please you is what I wanted of this night, for I knew in your arms and 'tween your legs, my own joy was assured. Such pleasure do you give! Already I am eager for more before the light of our first has faded."

He did desire her again, even through the lassitude that followed proper love making. "So now, my wife," how strange and wonderful was that phrase! "The wedding day is for the bride and long has it been. What say you of the rest of our first night?"

 

[haremfaery]

Aine snuggled against Tiernan. Her forefinger traced patterns in his chest hair, around his nipples, then she pressed her palm against his skin as if she needed reassurance that he was truly flesh and blood.

"Is that all a man requires? For a woman to open her legs to him? That does not seem enough. At least, not after what you did to me--for me. You know now, I was no virgin. There was one other before you. I am not versed in the art of lovemaking. I do not to know how to touch you to please you as you have pleased me. I never thought I would crave your touch. I thought I would do my duty to you and our clan."

She put her fingers to his lips to stop him from speaking until she was finished. " I deprived us both. I have acted like a spoiled child. I was a fool to shun your for so long. And yet, waiting has made this night all the more memorable. A sacred union on our marriage bed." She craned her neck to kiss him long and tenderly.

"As for the rest of our first night..." She gave him an impish grin. "I say it is far from over." She pressed closer to him. It was clear that once consummation was not enough.

 

[Armphid]

To speak of what had been, or not been rather, would serve neither of them. Neither praise nor blame could change the past; immutable now as it stretched away behind them, further with every beat of their hearts. Perhaps she was right in that her search for her Beltane lord had made this night more than it might have been had they been knowing one another before now. Did it matter? Little, save in that it may make a better tale this way.

At her lusty declaration, he laughed and squeezed her tightly against him, "Long hours have we yet ere dawn and I am full willing to use them all in your embrace. So kiss me, Aine, and set my body aflame again."

As he spoke, one of his hands cupped her ass to gently rub and knead her plush rear. The other came to rest on her life breast, thumb stroking her nipple, fingers tracing knotwork on the ripe curve.

 

[haremfaery]

"Tiernan, you warm my heart." He did not care that she had so little experience when it came to pleasing a lover, she hoped her enthusiasm made up for it. "I look forward to many more nights of passion, my husband." The words still felt strange in her mouth. Husband. But the feel of him, his hands on her body, were more than welcome. She felt no shame or trepidation.

She trailed her hand down his chest, across his firm stomach, lower still. She ran her fingers through his soft nether curls teasing a little before lightly touching his cock. She wrapped her hand around it. An unexpected thrill ran through her. It strained and grew in her hand, an unexpected living thing for her. It seemed to have a mind of it's own. She stroked it tentatively not sure exactly what to do, how tightly to hold it.

She treated his cock as she would herself with a slow feather-light touch. She hooked a leg over his hip and drew them closer.

 

[Armphid]

He drew in his breath in a sharp gasp that became a breathy moan as it passed his lips again. It was astounding; the difference in sensation between his own touch on his manhood and that of a woman. He shivered and buried his face against her neck, kissing it when his groans paused. He grew long, thick, and heavy in her careful, curious grasp. "A novice you may call yourself, but ah! How your touch burns me! Such power you have, my fiery wife."

He leaned up off of her, "That is sweetly done, perfect to ready me for you." He hoped she would accept this for what it was; a sharing. She was worried about her inexperience and he wished to provide...not instruction. Counsel. "If you wished to try and bring me joy with your hands alone, you would, hnnn, squeeze a bit tighter, start moving faster, taking, ahh, my leakings and using it to wet me." He looked a bit chagrined, "I assure you, chafing there is an...extraordinary discomfort."

"Your other hand, please, touch lower. My balls, the seat of my seed, caress and even roll them with your fffingers. Ahh! But I pray you take care if you do, they are more tender than my prick."