Sealed

Quinn smiled at Gretchen, she seemed a lovely woman. "I will dine outdoors. That sounds like a lovely idea. I will be out in just a moment, I need to get ready for the day."

Quinn opened her wardrobe and found a simple pair of white pants and a green and white shirt. Gretchen left, giving her a chance to dress. She dressed and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Then she headed out to the patio for breakfast. From what Flan had said, she knew she wouldn't see him until sunset.

The breakfast laid before her was light and lovely. Raspberries and orange sections, pastries from the kitchen. Lady Grey tea was also waiting for her. It made her smile that he remembered.
 
Flann lay sleeping in his bed dreaming of Quinn's beauty. He saw her through Gretchen's eyes. The McDonnell's had developed a strong connection to Flann over the many years. He was able to conduct a great deal of his business through this connection. They were able to read his thoughts when he allowed.

As Quinn finished her meal Gretchen came back into the room with a young girl with the same features as Gretchen. The young girl cleared the dishes and left without saying a word. Gretchen bowed to Quinn. "The master would like me to show you to the library, Miss McKenna."

Gretchen led Quinn past Flann's study and to a large double set of doors. The room was massive with scrolls of various kinds and in languages long forgotten. "Many of these books were saved from the libraries of the ages that were about to be destroyed by either war or because of changes in the lands were people where burning books of all kinds. If you require any help translating anything, Master Flann has taught me to read all the languages. I am at your service, as you require."
 
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Quinn was awed by the collection of books. She thanked Gretchen but asked to be alone. On the table in the center of the room were the books that had belonged to the McKennas for centuries.

She held the book against her chest for a moment and then opened it. "I know I can read this." She whispered.

She laid her fingers on the symbols. A heat travelled through her hands. She didn't so much read the book as the images started to flow into her mind.

She could see Meara McKenna in her mind. She was a lovely woman, striking, her coloring was like Quinn. She was built more like a warrioress though. And the same type of markings that covered Flan covered Meara's breasts. Meara was afraid the McKenna's would be lost to another clan. She would have gone to Flan herself but she had taken a man, she bartered the life of a McKenna daughter for victory.

But when the men took over they leveraged more and more with Flan. They traded for more wealth and more supremacy over the other clans. One of the family leaders 'spoiled' the daughter of one generation. She could see the drowning of the other daughter hundreds of years later. Then Quinn saw the ritual.

There were stones and firelight. There were lights in the sky. She couldn't see it all. She felt herself dying for but a moment. Life leaving her body as if it were draining out. She woke up screaming. It was dark outside and she was in the library laying on the floor, the old books scattered around her.
 
Flann woke and heard the screams from the library. He flew to find Quin in a pile of books on the floor. He had not had time to dress, so was only wearing his shorts. He bent down over Quinn's body and scanned her for any damage. She was frightened, but was okay. "Quinn, my darling, are you alright?" He sensed that something about the ritual had scared her. "What are you so afraid of, my love?"
 
She was breathless and her cheeks were flushed. She felt if the sound of her pounding heart was filling the library.

"I was dying. My heart was slowing down. I could feel life leaving me." She whispered. She clung to him, her fingers wrapping around his arms. She couldn't express with words all of the images she had seen. Meara's desperation. The drowning girlchild McKenna, even flashes of her parents' death.

She pressed her body to his, desperate for warmth and security. She hoped when the real ritual came it wouldn't be as she dreamed. Was it a dream? Was she reading the book? Was it some sort of magic? She didn't understand.
 
She felt so right in his arms. He looked at Quinn as he wiped the tears from her eyes. "Let me tell you about the ritual, what will be asked of you, and what will happen afterwards." Flann scooped Quinn up into his arms and took her over to the couch. He laid her sideways on the couch and sat down at her feet. "You know that I am a vampire and take blood to sustain my life. I can not go out into the sun or my flesh will begin to burn. I am old enough that I would not die, but the damage would take hundreds of years to repair."


Flann's hands caressed her feet and he continued. "The ancient text say that The Ritual of the Son must take place at the time when the war planet is in line with the virgin planet. The ritual must be at a time of daylight, yet darkness in the place called Stonehenge. Virgin blood and the blood of the night creature must be exchanged during their first encounter together. Both will be born into the light as the darkness turns back into light. The human flesh will die and be reborn, as will the blood creature will be reborn."

Flann paused. "You are to become my bride on the alter during the alignment of Mars and Venus during a Lunar eclipse. We will be having sex and I will take your blood and then give you mine back, Your flesh will die and you and I both will be reborn into new creatures. It is a great deal to ask, I know..."
 
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Quinn sat up and brought herself to Flan's arms. She rested her head on his bare chest.

"In the vision, I could hear my heart slowing, but I couldn't see you." She whispered. "You take blood to keep your life. I am not sure I could do such a thing....how do you choose?" She whispered. Her mind was full of such questions, but her heart was filled with growing affection for Flan.
 
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Flan stroked Quinn's face and pulled he tight to his chest. He went to speak, but kissed her passionately instead. His hands caressed her body, his mind was full of lust. He broke the kiss and held her close.

"Quinn, I have never made another vampire in all of my years. My blood is strong, you will not have the need to take blood. I prey on the criminals and people who are about to harm others. I am judge, jury, and executioner for those that I take. In addition, I am not sure what will happen to the blood thirst after the ritual. There are stories that we will no longer need to feed on human blood at all. The only thing I am sure of right now is that I want to be with you forever!" Flann pulled Quinn in close again and kissed her with a renewed intensity. His hand slid down her body and pulled her on his lap. She could feel his hardened member as he sat her down against his lap.

Flan sighed. "Waiting to be with you is going to be difficult! I want you so much now, Quinn."
 
Quinn wriggled in his lap. His erection pressing into her backside made her blush. "When will the stars be right? How long will we have to wait? I am going to do it. I don't want to be with my family any longer and I trust you. I already have feelings for you. I know they will grow." She whispered.

She could feel her body respond to his closeness. Before Flan, Quinn had only known some stolen childhood kisses from one of her boy cousins. All of this closeness was new, but welcome.
 
"The ritual is to take place in two days! Just because we have to wait that long to have sexual intercourse, doesn't mean I cannot gratify you in other ways, my love. Let's retire to my bed chambers and I will show you pleasures your body has never know." Flan stood up with Quinn in his arms and looked at her. "Are you ready to explore your sexuality, Quinn?"
 
Quinn blushed. She almost couldn't speak. She bit her lip for a moment. "My inexperience might bore you. Other than a few kisses...." Her voice trailed off. She wasn't used to discussing such things. But stopping herself from prattling on, she nodded.
 
Flan took Quinn's hand and headed to his study, opening the secret door with his mind, and he led her down the stairs and finally into his bed chambers. He stood behind Quinn beside the bed, kissed her neck softly with his hand slowly rising up from her hips to her chest. He caressed her breast through her shirt, feeling her already taught nipples grow even harder. Flan slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pushed it off her shoulder, and let it fall to the floor. As he kissed his way behind her neck to the other side of her neck, he slipped his hands under her undergarment. His hands rested on her belly for a brief moment and then slid up to her bare breast. He gently cupped each of her breast in his hands before slipping the silky garment off her head, leaving her chest exposed to the air.

Flan pulled her back against his chest, her warm flesh had already warmed his skin. He held her against him and whispered into her ear. "Quinn McKenna, I love feeling you next to me. I want to feel you naked body against mine. I will kiss and caress your body, but our time for carnal lust must wait. I want you to know some of the pleasures of the flesh before our time together at the ritual, so you will be more likely to orgasm in our mating ritual."
 
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Quinn was a bit self concious being naked with a man for the first time. But Flan's voice full of desire and his hands on her skin soon warmed her up to it.

He laid her back on the bed. Her hair spilled across the sheets, her legs instinctually parted, inviting him in. Flan began nuzzling her skin. He started kissing and licking at her neck and working his way down. He worshiped at each breast, suckling her, even very lightly nipping her. She whimpered as he administered his adorations. Then he ran his tongue down her smooth stomach, he could feel it tense under his touch. His hands pushed her thighs apart. She found herself arching her hips to meet his mouth.

His tongue slid the length of her slit. Her taste was fresh and clean and warm, full of life.
 
Flan could smell her virgin blood flowing inside the tender membrane that protected her womanhood, as he licked he slit lightly. His tongue teased her outer lips and then slipped his tongue inside her lips, tracing them from back t front and then back again. His tongue then forced its way deeper inside her lapping up the juices that began to flow from her. Flan toyed within her before he moved up to clit. His tongue tickled her clit rapidly before her captured the little prize and sucked it into his mouth. Flan wrapped his arms around Quinn's thighs and pulled her closer. He began to work on her clit with increased speed. He looked up her body to see her reaction to all his oral attention.
 
Quinn clutched the sheets in her fingers as he pleasured her. Her body writhed beneath him. Her breath was locked in her chest. She was on the brink of climax. Her very first, that wasn't conducted alone under the sheets in the dead of night.

"More, please" She whispered breathlessly. Her hair disheveled around her, her face flushed. She cried out when he sucked her clit into his mouth again. She screamed as the climax washed over her. It was so intense she felt as if she might come out of her skin. Then as the waves of pleasure slowed down, her tears came. Silent tears streaked down her cheeks and she trembled under his touch.
 
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"More, please"

Those words brought back a flood of memories. Flann wanted to give her so much more, but waiting had to be done. He would not make that same mistake twice. Watching her body explode with her orgasm and then the tears flowing down her checks brought back his night with Meara McKenna. She had not lost her virginity to just any man, she had spent a very similar night with Flan.

The couple had intended to stop with just the oral sex and petting, but the level of their lust had risen past the level of their control. Meara had climbed on top of him and thrust his cock deep inside her in one motion. Flan could have stopped her, but he had wanted her too much. Flann wanted Meara to join him as a creature of blood, but she had refused to leave her tribe to join him.

Flan slide up beside Quinn, wiped the tears from her face, and held her tight in his arms. "You need to know the truth about why you were offered in place of Meara." Flan told her the story of their carnal lust and how Meara had refused to become a vampire without the ritual to transform them into new creatures. He told her how she had died in battle a year later.

Flan looked down at Quinn. "I found her limp lifeless body that night at dusk. She had died well. I took her body and built a funeral pyre. I wanted to jump into the fire with her, but knew that one day she would send me a decedent worthy of my love and one to complete the ritual." He smoother her hair. "You were worth waiting for, Quinn! I love you. I want to be with your forever."
 
Quinn listened to his tale with wide eyes and bated breath. She allowed him to hold her close. She could see Meara in his arms, as his lover and in her death.

"I am from her line. My mother was her descendent." Quinn whispered. "I am shivering, hold me close." Her voice quavered as he held her.

"How long do you have until the sun rises?" She asked as she planted kisses against the symbols on his chest. She traced them with her finger tips.
 
Flan held her close stroking her body in long, light, strokes with his nails. Her skin was hot from her orgasm. "We have a few more hours, my dearest Quinn! What did you have in mind? But it is not like I have a bed time down here. I can stay up and spend as much time with you as you want me to."

Flan was just a little concerned about Quinn's thoughts of him having anything to do with Meara's death. She had been a warrior and died in battle the way she wanted to die. He soul had been released into the great beyond in the flames. He had been Meara's lover and would have continued to be her lover until her death, if she had not died in the battle.
 
"Meara must have been a brave woman, to die on the battle field that way. The McKenna men now act as if women aren't made for such things." She mused.

"I had nothing in mind, I just didn't want to leave you yet. Though, I am a bit cold. I would love to slither under the blankets."

She cuddled in close to him. Her fingers traced the designs on his flesh again.

"Do these have meanings? Can you teach me what they say?" She asked. Quinn had always been inquisitive. She wanted to see the world, the wanted to know the secrets of the past. She wanted to walk where Meara McKenna had walked and fought her battles.
 
Flan used his mind to bring a blanket over them and pulled Quinn close to him. Kissing her forehead so whispered. "You may stay as long as you like, my love! When you want to go back up to the castle, you will just know how to navigate the labyrinth to the stairs because of your connection with my mind. When you reach the top of the stairs, speak the word 'Aparr' and place your hand in the scanning device; the door will open for you now."

Flan kissed her mouth and looked into her eyes. "Meara and all the women of your clan have always been twice the warriors that the man in your clan were! Meara was an incredible woman for her time, I did love her. You must never feel threatened by that love. Quinn, you are more amazing than she ever could have been., what I feel for you already is amazing even to me. It is as if Meara knew that you would be coming and she sacrificed eternal life for you. I can not explain it, but it truly feels as if you, Quinn McKenna, are my destiny!"

"My tattoos have various meanings and were given to me during rituals throughout my life. This wolf above my heart is most important to me.
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The wolf symbolizes very ancient medicine that is born of living experiences. The wolf will look deep into your heart and share the greatest of knowledge, but will demand full participation, and absolute sincerity. When Wolf has walked by you, the very presence of the wolf will rekindle old memories within your soul. The wolf is my spirit guide. Hunting and preying only on the weak, hunting at dusk and at dawn. One Celtic myth says that the wolf is the animal that swallowed the sun." He stoked the tattoo and looked at Quinn. "I will tell you more of my tattoos later, now I want to feel your soft hot body against mine!" He pulled her on top of his body and kissed her passionately.
 
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Quinn felt like a doll when he lifted her. His strength was evident in every touch, yet so was his tenderness. Her kisses were soft and exploratory. She wanted to feel his jaw as she kissed him. Her fingers slid over his shoulders and up and down his sides. She ran her tongue across his lower lip, and then playfully slipped her tongue inside his mouth.

He squeased her tightly to him.

"Meara has been good to me." She whispered. "She has kept me safe and brought me to you." It seemed impossible. Before she met Flannagan, had she even believed in vampires and magic that crossed centuries? She had known that her heart was full of things her uncles had tried to suppress but she could have never imagined this for herself. She knew she was falling in love with him.
 
Flan's cock was full of blood and hard. He felt it sliding between Quinn's legs. Her wet sexy lips sliding up and down the outside of his cock. So tempting to push it on inside her and explode with desire! But it was only a short time now until they would make love on the alter at Stonehenge. He forced himself to wait.

Quinn slipped her tongue into his mouth before he could shield her from his fangs, her tongue rubbed against the razor sharp tooth and began to bleed into his mouth. His instinct was immediate, Flan ground hard against the outside of Quinn's pussy and ass, while he sucked the blood from her tiny wound. He moaned loudly as he sucked on her tongue.
 
She broke their kiss for just a moment. "Is there some way that I can make you feel the way I did?" She asked before giving him her tongue back. She felt a new heat as he took blood from her. She was not frightened, his hunger excited her. His cock seeking her made her feel hot all over, indeed she was a bit embarassed at how wet she was.

Her hands splayed on his chest. She wanted him now, but it wasn't worth what he would have to give up.
 
Flan poked a tiny wound in his own tongue and sealed the tiny wound on her tongue with a drop of his own blood. He her head and looked into her eyes. "If you want to try to kiss and fondle my cock with your hands or mouth, you can. I am like any other man, stimulation of my penis will feel good to me. I just did not know how you would feel about doing such a thing to me." He held her face in his hands and kissed her softy. He could feel her nectar coating his hard cock as he slowly slid it back and forth between her slit.
 
Quinn slid down his body. Her silky hair teasing his bare skin as she slipped between his legs. She kissed the head of his cock. The tip of her kitten tongue sliding back and forth. She watched him, eager to please him, wanting to see his reactions. She glossed her lips with the tip of his sex. She took his shaft in her delicate fingers. She stroked him towards her mouth, teasing his body. Her breasts brushed his legs.

As she grew more comfortable, she opened her mouth. She took just the head inside of her mouth. She explored his cock with her tongue. The tips encircled the head, and teased the ridge of flesh on the underside. She loved seeing the pleasure on his face.
 
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