The Warrior and His love

[rengadeirishman]

Dubthach and the men of his clan returned from the battle. Weary but victorious, they entered the rath. The aged chief sat in the center of town and Dubhthach saw his love carrying the victors cup. "Hail Chieftain!" Dubhtach said and the other warriors followed "We have returned with many slaves and beasts, much of the wealth of the Riada we have taken."

 

[wrytersyren]

The village was alive with a steady pulse of excitement, the warriors had returned victorious from battle. Aislin's heart leapt as she saw Dubhtach, her betrothed, walking ahead of the others. He had returned to her unharmed as promised. Her fingers clung tightly to the chalice in her hand as she approached him. Since his blade had slain more of the enemy than any other, he would have the first drink. She stood before him, her hands trembling as she raised the cup to his mouth.

"Drink, my love" she said quietly, her eyes meeting his in a steady gaze.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach held Aislin's hands as he drank deep from the victors cup. Another maiden came to take the cup from Aislin, as she did, Dubhtach pulled his love to him and kissed her deeply. "My love for you brought me great glory and victory" he said to her softly

 

[wrytersyren]

Aislin gloried in the feel of his lips pressed against hers once more. In the weeks he had been gone, she had dreamed of the moment she would set eyes upon him again. But this, having him hold her close, was better than any dream she ever had. Touching a hand to his cheek, she spoke "I am glad you have returned." Despite knowning Dubhtach was the greatest warrior of their tribe, Aislin had worried endlessly about his safety. The thought of him in danger filled her with such terror that she dared not speak of it. Looking up at him she smiled and pushed such thoughts from her mind. He was home now, and that was all that mattered. Taking his hand she led him forward.

"Come love, sit and feast. Then you may tell us more of your victory."

 

[rengadeirishman]

As they feasted, Dubhtach told stories of the battle, "Their chieftain was a man of 16 hands tall, a massive man, great in strength and skill. He carried an axe against which, against, no man had stood before. Dubhtach took a large gulp of mead, then put his hand on Aislin's leg "He was stronger, but I was the swifter man, and dodged his blows with ease. Coming behind him, I slashed his leg-cords, bringing him to his knees. I then rose and spoke to him saying 'I am Dubhtach, Son of Fionn, beloved of Aislin, remember me in the afterlife' I then took his head at a blow, and here it is." he said producing it from a box "and here his ax, that I offer to my chieftain." he said, a servant carrying the massive weapon in "Many thanks, dark one." the chieftain said. Dubhtach, nodded, but in his head he hoped only to be alone with Aislin.

 

[wrytersyren]

She listened intently as Dubhtach spoke tales of his valor. No matter how many battles he fought and won, Aislin never grew tired of the sound of his voice. She had served him, then taken her seat beside him. When he lay his hand on her thigh, she shuddered and turned to look at him. In the time he had been away her love for him had only grown stronger. She needed to be with him, alone, not surrounded by the entire village. But Aislin knew she would have to wait, this feast was in Dubhtach's honor and it would be wrong for him to leave early.

The evening progressed, there was much joy and laughter among their people. When their cheiftain retired for the night, Aislin took her only chance at a few stolen moments with her love. Taking Dubhtach's hands in her own, and led him outside away from the evenings merriment.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach eagerly followed Aislin away from the mass of people. They escaped the swarm and had gone out to the stables, he spun her around into his arms and kissed her deeply, "I have missed you my love, every minute was an agony." he said as he kissed her again

 

[wrytersyren]

Aislin clung to him as they kissed, her hands clutching at his chest. His voice was thick with emotion as he whispered at her ear before claiming her lips once more. The agony of being apart from each other for so long, still fresh in their minds.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach was caught up in the passion of the moment. The feelings they both had over the course of the war were all laid bare in this moment. he pulled his shirt off, revealing his well muscled and well scarred body, with the myriad warrior tattoos on his body. He threw the shirt to the ground, and continued attacking her lips and neck.

 

[wrytersyren]

A surprised yet delighted moan escaped Aislin's lips as Dubhtach removed his shirt, allowing her to press her hands against his bare flesh. As his lips covered her own with urgency Aislin felt the world turn beneath her. Pulling away from him she made her way over to an empty stall and settled on the soft hay. She thought it best to sit before her legs gave out beneath her. Though delicate in build Aislin was not a frail woman by any standards, but when it came to Dubhtach she had no strength about her whatsoever. Looking over to where he stood, she smiled and called him to her. Stretching out her arms, she beckoned him into her embrace.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach followed her and lay next to her, holding her in his arms, kissing her passionately. "You are the source of my strength, bean mo chroi " he said

 

[wrytersyren]

As Dubhtach spoke, Aislin blushed at his endearment, he had called her the woman of his heart. She had often wondered what the other warriors of the village would think of him, if they could see the person he was whilst in her arms. The mighty and powerful warrior, brought to his knees by his love for a mere woman.

Breaking their kiss, Aislin raised herself up on her arms and looked down at him as the pale light of the moon cast a dim glow on their bodies. Her fingers lightly traced the fresh scars on his body, as her eyes roamed his now bare chest. She bent her head to his chest, her lips brushing against his skin following the path set by her fingers.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach felt himself shiver as her lips traced his scars, he leaned down and bit her neck lightly. "I would give anything in all of Eire for you my love." he said to her

 

[wrytersyren]

Aislin moaned softly as she felt Dubhtach shiver. When his teeth gently nipped at her neck she squealed, delighted by the sensation.

"I would give anything in all of Eire for you my love." he whispered to her.

Lifting her head to look into his eyes once more, Aislin smiled and touched a hand to his cheek, her thumb stroking his lips.

" And I for you, aghra mo chroi" she whispered, lowering her mouth to his once more in a soulful kiss.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach pulled Aislin over onto him, stroking her hair and face. "So beautiful," he said to her "Like sunrise over the cliffs of moher, like new fallen snow on the moors."

 

[wrytersyren]

Gasping loudly as Dubhtach pulled her body to his, Aislin settled against him. She sighed once again as he ran his fingers through the flowing red waves of her hair, before stroking the softness of her face.

"So beautiful ...like sunrise over the cliffs of moher, like new fallen snow on the moors."

Once more color rose in her cheeks at his words, and Aislin was thankful for the darkness that surrounded them.

"How I love you, my dark one." she whispered. It would seem she had always loved him, as Aislin could not remember a moment when she had not felt love for Dubhtach in her heart. He was nothing short of extraordinary. How one man could be so many things at once, still amazed her. He was both strong yet gentle, fierce yet passionate, feared yet loved by all.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach sat up, with Aislin straddling him, he kissed her chest and neck "I have to have you my love, the passion inside me is too great."

 

[wrytersyren]

Hearing the desperate plea in his voice, Aislin tugged at the hem of her dress. Slowly, inch by sweet inch, she revealed herself to him, before finally lifting the material up and over her head. Tossing it aside, she sat back and allowed him to look at her body freely.

"Look at me, a chuisle mo chroi. I am here, I am yours. Take me." she whispered breathlessly.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach let his eyes feast on her body. He removed his tartan, and laid her down on the hay. He kissed her breasts and stomach, trailing down her sensuous form. He reached between her legs and found her. He caressed and stroked her sex while kissing her breasts and biting her neck.

 

[wrytersyren]

She watched as Dubhtach's eyes roamed her body. The smile that graced his lips, along with his sharp intake of breath were both sure signs that he still found her pleasing. Feeling secure in that knowledge, she allowed him to lay her back on the soft hay, shuddering as his lips caressed her body. Aislin sucked in a deep breath and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out, as Dubhtach's hand made its way between her legs. His fingers stroked her soft flesh, and Aislin closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. While she gloried in the feel of his mouth against her skin, her hands cupped the back of his head, her fingers curling in the thick black waves of his hair.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach felt her shivers of pleasure. He delighted in them. "I only want to make you happy, taim ngra leat, bean mo chroi " he said to her. He then lowered his head to her sex, and proceeded to lick and kiss her most private area, savoring the taste and sensation. He felt his own organ swell to its full size, hungry for the inner reaches of his love.

 

[wrytersyren]

Her breath caught in her throat as Dubhtach bent his head to bestow the most intimate of kisses upon her flesh. Aislin closed her eyes, arching her back in pleasure, as his lips and tongue caressed her slowly.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dubhtach felt her pleasure, exciting him further. But then, he heard the sounds of battle. "What is this!!??" he roared, rising from the hay. he looked for the first weapon he could find, a large sickle for harvesting grain. "Stay here Aislin, battle has come upon us!" he said as a large warrior of the riada stepped into the stable

 

[rengadeirishman]

bump.

 

[wrytersyren]

It took several moments before Dubhtach's words to registered in Aislin mind. Her body and mind were still dazed with pleasure. As Dubhtach rose and picked up the grain sickle, a sharp cry to battle filled the air. Drawn suddenly from her trance like state, Aislin hurried to cover herself with her gown. Her heart almost stopped, when a warrior entered and lay eyes upon them. Eyes wide with terror, she pointed to where the man stood, "Behind you, my love."