Rites of Passage Redux (Armphid & Haremfaery)

Aine was surprised at the sense of power it gave her to hold Tiernan's cock in her hand and feel it grow. It was good to hold him. She couldn't find words for it, but found it arousing in a way she hadn't thought possible. His moans sent a thrill through her.

She followed his instructions using the dew appeared on the tip of his cock, running it around the head with her thumb, spreading it down, making his cock click so she could stroke it faster. She used her other hand to explore his sack. How strange it felt. Like plucked chicken skin, but saggy. She nearly laughed. She could feel the balls inside the sack. She handled them carefully, like eggs.

She paused to gauge Tiernan's reaction. After the heights he had led her to, she wanted to do that for him as well. He seemed to have enjoyed their coupling, but it hadn't made him cry out they way she did. She wanted him to lose himself in pleasure as she had done.

Listening to his moans, Aine felt an impish glee at this new power she had over him. Her shyness dissipated. She spit into her hand to add more lubricant.

"Would this bring you to spill your seed if I do it right? I would rather we couple again." She felt herself blush again.
 
He smiled and nibbled his lower lip at she teased him with growing confidence. "Ahh, that's, mm, that's good. You learn quickly, my fiery girl." Her movements were careful and exploratory but without hesitation. Good. As much as he had delighted in her shyness, in making her feel as a woman should, taking her as if she had never known a man's touch, he wanted her as more.

He wanted her to be confident as his lover, to feel her pride and will in their lovemaking as she expressed it in the rest of life. At her question, he chuckled, "With any other woman, hnn, I would say no. Never have I given my seed into a lover's hand or mouth alone, but you...you just might, my wife."

Tiernan kissed her the base of her neck and then up it before his lips whispered against hers, "But we are of a mind. The only place my seed shall fall this night is in your soil. Guide me, Aine. I want you to put me in you."
 
Mouth? Aine would ponder that another time.

Lying on their sides, her leg hooked over his hip, it was easy for Aine to pull them closer and guide his cock to her opening. She sighed as she tipped her hips to pull him in. She nipped his lip and then kissed him. "And I want you to till my furrow all night long."
 
Such a feeling! To enter her again was bliss, but Aine guiding him and taking him in herself...that was a heaven sent delight. Tiernan finished the motion to gently and steadily slip back into her, his breath bursting from him in a happy gasp.

Their lips met again as he held himself there for a three count to simple exult in the feeling of her body around him. A firm, steady pace began then as his hips moved, pulling half free of her only to plunge back in to the hilt with each stroke. There was a light slapping sound that punctuated and underscored his groans as his flesh met her and his balls smacked softly against her on each thrust.
 
Aine put her hand on Tiernan's shoulder. The position was pleasant and his groans were like sweet music to her, but she wanted a more passion coupling. She pushed Tiernan onto his back struggling to keep them connected as they moved.

"I shall ride you like a stallion, my husband." Aine grinned then lifted up so she could impale herself on Tiernan's cock. A surprised cry slipped from her lips as the intense sensation. She lifted herself again and slid down his cock. She placed her hands on his chest and leaned down to kiss him.

"This will bring me very soon, I think."
 
He blinked up at her in surprise once he was on his back. The sensation of bring in her, with her had dulled his wits enough that he was unsure what was happening when she began to move. The young lord had not resisted her, due in no small part to his confusion.

The expression on her face and those wicked words sent a throb of desire through him from head to toe. Her initial shyness was fading and her fire was beginning to burn through. Whatever he had intended to say in response to her was lost in a burst of air and nonsense as her dropping onto his spear blew the words from mind and body.

He looked up at his wife, his queen, striking in those moments as she rose on him again and came down. Now that she was atop, her hair caught the fire light and blazed into brilliant red as if it too were aflame. Her pert breasts rose and fell, bouncing slightly with her motion. Her pale skin shone.

Tiernan met her kiss with hungry praise on his lips. How glorious and desirable she was! Surely no woman had ever been so sensual and regal, not even The Morrigan when she appeared to seduce Cuchullain before Moy Tara. "I pray it so," he answered in s throaty voice, "for the feel of your peaking around me, your face during, are prizes I covet."

He reached up to grab her ass. His strong hands massaged and squeezed her cheeks as he rolled his hips to stir himself in her. "Let me see it then, my Aine. Ride me to our glory."
 
Aine posted on Tiernan's cock riding him hard, just as she said she would. His hands on her urged her further. She felt a freedom now with Tiernan that she had never thought would be possible. He did not judge her or call her wanton. Is anything, he relished her passion. Nor did he try to assert his strength over her. He could have easily overpowered her and taken his position again on top of her.

But this, this was bliss. The intensity of being astride her husband, controlling their coupling. It brought pleasure to her in more than just a physical sense. It seemed Tiernan was already respected what she said in her vows to him.

She moved faster. It wasn't long before her gasps and moans of pleasure filled the night until with a loud cry she reached her peak. Her body shivered, she tossed her head, her hair became a flaming nimbus about her head and shoulders. When it seemed she had milked every last drop of pleasure from the two of them, she collapsed on top of him. Her breathing finally slowed and she fell into a lethargy somewhere between sleeping and waking. She felt warm and sated. "Good night, my husband." She murmured s she drifted off.
 
It was glorious. Aine may have been the least experienced lover he had enjoyed but he would never have known it from how she ride him now. Sensual and commanding, she took charge and he let her. He found he wanted to, to his mild surprise. Well did she reward him for it.

She drive them both on and up, rising and sinking on his manhood over and over. Her eyes blazed bright with desire and delight. Her hair was like living fire. Her body was paradise atop and about him, giving him such sensations as he had never had before. His hands squeezed and fondled but did not guide or take the pace; his queen reigned here and her rule was a marvel.

Her head went back and she cried out. He felt a rush of genuine, pious worship in his chest before her pleasure drew him in and his hips thrust up into her. His mind was empty of all but their bliss as his body poured his seed and spirit up into her. He felt as though his self was thrown into her, mingled with hers in blistering enjoyment.

He cradled her to him after she fell atop him like a rag doll. "My wife," he murmured, "my queen, what a lover you are!" They lay so for a few minutes, Tiernan putting himself back together enough to function. She was asleep already she he turned them over onto their side and pulled a blanket over them. After such a night, it would be a poor ending to catch chill now. He lay entangled with her in the growing dark as the candles died and the fire banked. He felt her soft wonder against him and breathed in the heady perfume of her hair mingled with the thick musk of sex until sleep found him.
 
Aine slept deeply for some time. Her excitement and anxiety of the day, followed by the wondrous exertions of her wedding night had left her in sweet exhaustion. And yet, after awhile, she became acutely aware that she was not alone in her bed.

She dozed listening to Tiernan's slow steady breathing, but eventually nature called. She slipped out of bed to use the pot behind the screen, then checked the fire and added a small log to chase the chill away.

Once again she thought about Beltane and her lover that night, god and man combined. She had thought nothing could surpass that night, and yet ... Tiernan had proved to be more a husband than she could have hoped for. No god, simply flesh and blood. Her pleasure was just as important to him as her own--perhaps more. And while he may not actually love her, or she him, he respected and cared about her. She was sure they could come to love each other as her mother had said.

She rubbed her arms as the warmth of the bed left her. She carefully eased into the bedclothes so as not to wake Tiernan. But then an impish smile curled her lips. What was a husband for if not to keep his wife warm at night? She turned her back so she could spoon against him pressing her back against his chest and her bottom against his groin. Then she grin broadened as she pressed her cold feet against his own.
 
Tiernan slept deeply; his mind content and his body both warm and satisfied. He dreamed but only phantom scraps remained, not even enough to put word or color to. He was stirred go partial wakefulness by movement next to him. Aine slipped out of the bed. He cracked an eye to watch her but then closed it in disinterest as she went behind the screen.

It was odd how the bed felt different now that she'd left. He was unused to company in sleeping, so it wasn't that the lack of her was unfamiliar. It was more of a fond desire for her to return. He had slept with few of his past partners after their doings but had always liked it. When one or both of them would rise and creep away before the dawn exposed them, it was always a wistful experience. But Aine would not be leaving his bed. All the remaining nights of his life, save when he was on raids or gone to war, she would be there. That was a cozy, pleasant thought.

She was taking her time coming back though. He heard the faint thunk of a log at the hearth and nodded to himself. That was why. Good then. The young lord felt and heard her return and climb back in. He was them reminded that his wife could be cruel. She was chill to the touch and a shiver that shoved his happy sleep away accompanied her snuggling up to him.

Yet he did not pull away. His arms drew her against him wrapping her in his warmth without a word. The duties of a husband were small as well as grand. Then her ice cold feet landed on his own and a strangled gasp rumbled in his throat, his eyes shooting open. Gods! Like she'd brought ice blocks to bed! "You burn and then you freeze a man," he grumbled. "My husbandly suffering begins."

"But I know what will soothe," he went on. His arms were about her, which made it easy to adjust to cup one of her breasts in each hand. He gave them a firm squeeze and then, more gently, rolled his fingers over them. "Ahh, now that's made up a bit."
 
Aine knew her ice-cold feet would wake Tiernan, but her thoughts had not gone farther then that. Her chuckle of devilment turned to a gasp of pleasure when he caressed her breasts. The warmth of him against her cool flesh felt very good. His hands were arousing her already.

She wriggled her bottom against him and put her hands over his before rolling in his arms so she could kiss him. "I shall never tire of kissing you." She kissed him again with growing passion wrapping her arms around him and then hooking a leg over his hip.
 
Over and over she surprised him. It was a nice reminder, really, that he was not as knowing as he thought himself to be. It was also a pleasing thing in itself. Expecting a rebuke, he found her welcoming his touch. He groaned out as she pressed her sweet arse against him and his manhood began to rise.

Her kiss was a blistering hot sweetness and he pulled her tight even as she hooked him with her leg. Those words...was this the same girl who once could not stand to speak with him? No. But neither was he the boy who looked at her as a spoiled child. "We shall test that," he answered, "for I mean to meet these lips with mine as oft as the wind blows. Were I to have all my way," he added with a smile.

He kissed her again then. His hands caressed her hips and he shifted to brush his swelling manhood against her soft skin. "How easily you raise my desire, my wifely lover." He wanted to just sink into her, to have that incredible bliss of joining with his living fire of a wife. But selfish that was, her pleasure was more to him than his own, as was proper between men and women in his mind.
 
"And you mine, my husband." She already anticipated their next coupling and felt her body respond to his. "I thought I would only do my duty tonight, but you have set a fire in me this night that I do not think will be easily quenched."

Beltane had been but a dream and left a longing within her, but this ... this night was an awakening that left an entirely different craving in its wake. And now they were wed and she would have him in her bed every night sharing bliss.

She shifted to press against his manhood. "Take me again."
 
What man could hear that and not feel pride? Tiernan said not answer or move immediately but took a few moments just to look at her face in the dim light. To see the earnest desire and honest affection was a thing he wished to commit to his mind. When they would fight, and they would, this is what he would remember to bring his mind back to wanting peace with her.

Firm and fierce he kissed her then and in the moment after their lips met, he entered her. His eyes closed and he let out a rapturous breath. Such a feeling! He was not a stranger to women, though he was not a one to love and leave many, yet never had thus been so satisfying as it was with her.

He sheathed himself fully in to the hot, wet heaven of her sex. He kissed either side of her neck before beginning to move. Steady, long, deep, he went again and again and again.
 
Aine wondered why Tiernan paused. He searched her face. For what? Did he not believe her words? Had she been too bold? But all questions vanished from her mind. His cock and tongue entered her at the same time swallowing her cry of surprise and pleasure.

When he released her lips, she moaned with each of his thrusts. She stroked his face, his arms, his shoulders, his back, any part of his her hands could touch. Exploring him, learning him. The feel of his muscles moving under her hands aroused her. She couldn't get enough of him. She rocked her pelvis to meet his thrusts. "Faster," she breathed. "Gods, yes." She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. How could he remain so in control when she was losing herself in the bliss of their coupling. She cried out again and again as she neared her peak, urging him faster, harder.

"Tiernan. Tiernan." She said his name as a sort of chant until she tipped over into incoherence.
 
Her passion was a holy, blazing thing and it consumed them both. Her breathy gasps and moans blew air into the fire, her feverish touches pumped the bellows of his forge and drove his iron on.

He kisses her neck, her ears, nipping lightly now and then as he slid himself home more and more. As she changed his name, she took him, and he was hers to guide. The faster she said it, the faster he went, their bodies almost slapping together.

When she lost her speech, he lost his control. He growled low in his chest and drove into her like a wild beast. Frantic, feral, frenzied for a blistering minute before his passion broke and he crowed out before his voice strangled into grunts and he spewed his seed into her to mingle their bodies again.
 
Aine clutched Tiernan to her nearly sobbing as she struggled to contain the feelings that overwhelmed her. Her body tingled from her head to her toes, she felt as if she might float away but Tiernan's body above her kept her pressed to the bed.

When he finally rolled off of her she moaned at the loss of him. She snuggled close needing to keep contact with him.

Why had no one, not her mother, not her female friends, told her that the marriage bed could hold such treasures? She would not have been so cross with Tiernan if she knew what joy could be had. But perhaps had she known she would have become a wanton. Would this fire in her blood for Tiernan fade after a time? Right now, she could not imagine it.

She had much to think on and much to speak to Kynthelig about.

She nestled her head on Tiernan's chest and fell into a sated and exhausted sleep.
 
As soon as their bodies parted, she cleaved to him anew. He let out a breathy, happy laugh at that. He could hardly believe that she desired his presence so but he would give thanks to gods great and small for it. All the more because being the thought of being apart from her after the passion of their joining was an uncomfortable one.

He heard many men complain about their wives and having to be with them. What fools! Or perhaps they had no woman as fine as Aine.

He did not think long before he fell asleep. His dreams were of their lovemaking; carrying his desire for her into the lands of slumber as well as waking. Dawn's soft light woke him as it slipped through the shutters and though his waking mind had ink phantoms of those dreams, they were enough to stir his blood. Tiernan looked at Aine's sleeping face. Such a sin it would be to disturb that sweet beauty! But he never felt ill at being thought a sinner.

He shifted in bed and then leaned down to brush his lips over hers before kissing more firmly, "Wake, my fiery wife, the day is in us. Our life together begins anon and we must leave the happiness of our wedded bed. For but a time; now that I have known your bliss, I shall be seeking every possible hour of my life."
 
Aine's eyes fluttered open and she smiled lazily as she stretched luxuriously. Her body had a delicious ache.

"Good morrow, my husband." She put her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep. "'Tis still dark. It would not do for the bride and groom to emerge before the revelers have had a chance to ease their headaches from celebrating our nuptials." She rubbed her leg against his. "Mmm, perhaps you are right, I think the cock's crow awakened you." In truth, knowing Tiernan was already aroused aroused her as well. It gave her a sense of power to think that her mere presence in his bed could make his manhood rise.

"There is yet time before we need to dress. Make me your wife again." She kissed him again and stroked his cock to bring it fully awake.
 
To think that scant months ago, they could not stand one another's presence. Now, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. He grinned, hands or other parts.

Her touch drew a happy groan from him as his manhood rose to full pride. That her touch roused him do easily was a surprise and delight. At her request, he rolled in the bed to loom over her and between her legs. His hands slid under her thighs and he leaned back, lifting Aine at the same time. He pulled her onto his lap, straddling his hips, her sex grazing the head of his rod.

Tiernan said nothing but his eyes closed in bliss and his breath escaped him as a wordless prayer as he lowered her onto his lance until her hips rested on his thighs. He stirred himself in her and then started to roll his hips up and then back, her body moving against his as he loved her again, her pert breasts pillowed on his chest.
 
Aine hissed in a breath. She realized that Tiernan thought she was as ready as he was. While she was aroused, she was not as ready as he was. And she realized she was sore. The night before, her had used his hands and lips to inflame her. This morning-- She dug her fingers into his shoulders.

"I fear the cock is too eager to crow. I am not yet fully awakened. Kiss me. Touch me. Like you did yesternight." She loosened her fingers and caressed his back. She kissed him long and deeply.
 
He winced as her nails dug into him but nor from pain. Guilt and shame drew a grimace on his face and he lifted her from him as gently as he was able. Arrogant! Greedy! Had he forgotten all he knew of women? To do such a thing was to be as an over eager boy, not a man and husband.

"You are right. I have forgotten you in the midst of my desire; I beg your pardon." He kissed her sweet lips, resting his there a moment after, "Only happiness do I wish to impart in our bed, I will be mindful henceforth."

His lips kissed and caressed her jawline down to her neck. Along the elegant curvature he moved to kiss and lick at skin softer than fine velvet. His hands moved as well, caressing and rubbing her calves, then her thighs, before moving further up and around to do likewise to her plush ass. His aim was to worship her now in the thin light of the morning sun, to warm her within as it did without, to use sensual reverence to overcome his trespass.
 
Aine's eyes slid closed even as her mouth opened. She moaned with pleasure. "Ah yes, this is the husband I remember. And soon I will forgive you." She let her hands roam his body discovering it again in the dawn light.

Now that Tiernan was taking his time, he proved once again that he knew his way around a woman's body. She moaned again. "Oh. yes." She encouraged him.
 
His lips moved to press at the junction of her collarbones and then followed the line of the right before slipping down to just brush over the curve of her breast. Teirnan ran his tongue back up that sweet slope and then over and around the opposite plunge. He kissed her nipple before tracing round it thrice with his tongue and then took it between his lips to suckle.

His hands massaged and fondled her ass, luxuriating in her ripe body. If ever a woman was made for love making, to bear kings and heroes, it was she!
 
Aine sighed and moaned. She felt her passion rising as Tiernan coaxed her body. How could a man with hands rough from building a house, from working the fields, from wielding a sword and fighting barehanded, be so gentle and draw such pleasure out of her.

"Tiernan, Aengus Mac Og must have blessed you among men. " She ran her fingers through his hair then kissed him hard. "And taught you how to love a woman."

She shifted in his lap and began to move on his cock. She let out a sigh of deep pleasure.
 
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