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Then why was she scared shitless and yet aroused beyond belief?

Those big paws of his smoothed around her hips as he caressed her belly and teased up until they cupped her breasts. With a grunt, he pulled her body up, her back flush against his chest. Tethur’s hot breath spilled over her shoulders and neck. Tiny nips promised pain with his sex. That brought a fresh wave of wet heat between her legs. Lava flowed in her veins and the earth rumbled.

Sorscha turned her head. His mouth brushed her cheeks and teased her lips. Breathing hard, his hands reached under her chest, fingers flicked and teased her nipples. She felt the hard jut of his cock between her legs. Slowly, he thrust. The wet lips between her legs parted for the thick girth and she moaned.

“It is all mine, little one. From this point on—this body will beg for me. This,” he moved his cock away. One hand ran down her body before he cupped her mound. A finger nudged at her swollen clit.

Hissing between clenched teeth, Sorscha fought the urge to beg and thrust against him.

“This is my cunt. It will be wet for me, take me, and...” His lips pressed against her ear. The husky whisper sent sultry waves pulsing straight to her quivering cunt. “I will fill you with my seed to mark you.”

He bit on the soft, giving flesh of her earlobe and tugged. Who knew she was so into rough sex?

She felt the warmth of his hand shift to her shoulder and grip a fistful of her long hair. Pulling her head back, she tried to catch her breath as his free hand grabbed both wrists and held her arms straight back against his belly. Sorscha felt a power slide over her as her arms were pulled, her torso raised as that brute made her his.

Oh, God.

Thoughts ran through her mind like a jumble, her body now lost to her control. Her breasts went taut, her nipples like pebbles, tingling like pins around her areola against the cold air. She felt faint; the sexual urges he had put on her since the mirror had now put a drain on her. Her knees trembled as she felt her pussy teased open, the head of his engorged cock pushing inside her.

Breathing in short breaths, her body went to a new level. Lust filled every muscle, tension rising as he pushed deeper and deeper, stretching her wide. It was so hard, so thick, how would it fit?

A pain hit her and it felt as if her insides would explode. Hot wood, it felt like hot wood. The bark cut swathes inside her, the thick veins that stood out pressed into her walls. The thick shaft pushed deeper, the head swollen and the thickness filling her. She knew this was heaven. The more it slid within, the more she wanted. Pulling back, she felt heat caress her buttocks where Tethur’s body touched her most. Her hair free, she offered a glance back.

Tethur was growing, towering over her lithe frame, half shifted. Why then did she find this arousing? His body was thicker, more muscular, covered sparsely in brown hair.

Her mind loved it, her body─shuddered. She tried to shift, to pull away. Tethur’s face remained the face of the man, but his hair grew thicker.

“Don’t move. Did no one tell you to play dead when a big hard bear is inside you?” His voice was gritty in her ear, sexy and deep. She pushed back, and his cock slid deep once more.

“Fuck.”

Tethur started to pound her. Sorscha’s knees buckled but he held her. His warm furry flesh hugged her soft sweaty skin like a comfort blanket. With each thrust he got rougher, his body one with hers. Why couldn’t he have done this years ago?

She groaned—no, she moaned out loud. The sound of her pleasure filled the room and mingled with the deep, rumbling growls of her hot lover.

Tethur pumped her with that growing cock, her pussy hugging it with each stroke. For a moment she let him have her totally, letting go, feeling him touch her, feeling him overwhelm her. She didn’t know where to turn or to look; the sensations burned inside her. Sparks ran up each nerve, her blood on fire. Her eyes filled and glistened. Tethur rested his head on her shoulder, her arms trapped between them as he put everything into pleasuring her. Her body cried out for release; her mind wanted it to last forever.

He bit her, his canines penetrating the flesh on her shoulder. It was like an orgasm in itself, like she often felt when masturbating alone in her room. He had marked her like a beast and she breathed in deep, feeling loved and owned.

Sorscha grit her teeth as he fucked her hard, his groin pounding her ass. The noise, a wet slapping sound, echoed throughout the room. The big bed creaked under them and the oak floor complained beneath it. She trembled as her body reached the crescendo and she exploded. Lava filled her, Tethur filled her and came, shooting more heat up her tender pussy.

The pounding went on. She could feel him fill her more and more. She was his totally now, forever. The heat engulfed her. Tethur’s hairy body gave in to the man once more as they both came down and fell in a heap on the bed.

***

S
orscha roused slowly. Her body ached in all the right places as she stretched. Tethur’s chest rose and fell against her head. Shifting a bit to look up at him, she smiled. Her hand explored him, all the fine indents of muscles. He even had a smattering of chest air. So much a man he was. Trailing her hand down slowly, so as not to wake him, she reached his hard cock. Seeing the bead of precum brought her tongue to flick across her lips.

She hadn’t had a chance to taste him last night. He was so focused on her needs. Feeling brave, and a little bit horny, she moved down his body and fitted her curvy frame between his powerful legs. Tracing a finger down his cock she watched it jump. He growled and reached for her, and she got to her knees and shoved him back down.

“No. I want to taste you, you big bad bear, and I’m going to.” She arched a brow to dare him.

He simply smirked and brought his arms back behind his head like this was the most relaxing thing in the world.

“Then what are you waiting for, little princess?” he teased.

Giddy and still a little horny, she got back down between his legs. Resting on her belly, her feet kicking slowly behind her, she traced a finger up the thick vein pulsing on his cock. He rumbled and his dick jerked at her touch. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue up his length. His back arched and he reached down, gathering her hair into his hand like a pony tail. Not wanting to waste a minute, she wrapped her mouth around the head and sucked hard.

“Fuck, little one,” he snarled.

With building confidence she sucked him deeper. He was huge and pulsing in her mouth. Spreading her lips, she forced him down her throat as far as she could go before she started to panic.

Feeling a hard tug on her hair, she whimpered and looked up at him. Her eyes were watering. He winked.

“Look at me while you suck my cock, love.”

Smiling around a mouth full of his dick, she worked him up and down. Taking hold of his balls, she rolled them between her fingers and he swelled in her mouth. She took him deep and hard. His free hand smoothed up and down her spine as he coaxed her into going deeper on him. Pressing her head lower on his cock, she felt her body seize and panic. She tried to get up and he growled. “Relax.”

Breathing through her nose, she felt her throat stretch for him and she swallowed.

“Fuck!” he roared.

His cock seemed to grow the more she worked him. She took him deep, holding, and sucking in her cheeks. He didn’t last long. It made her feel sexy and wanted when he grabbed the back of her head, held her in place and pumped his hips, fucking her mouth while his seed spilled down her throat.

He tasted salty and warm with a tiny hint of honey and she licked her lips as she came off him. In a blur of movement he grabbed her and spun her under him. He kissed her long and hard. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer.

“You are a wonder, little princess.” he whispered.

Snuggling back into him she smiled to herself. It was strange how life worked out. First she’d thought this big handsome brute hated her. Now, here she was, waking him up with head. She felt like a porn star—well, she felt like his little vixen. As she started to ease into sleep, her quiet was interrupted by the sharp blast of horns coming from the east towers.

Tethur moved from the bed, heading toward the window. He threw his head back and roared.

“I knew they followed. Surely they haven’t got enough numbers to seriously challenge the castle!”

He stormed over to the other side of the room, gathering clothes and his weapons. Wrapping a thin sheet around her body she slipped off the edge of the bed and headed to the window. A sear of putrid vile things, the same things that attacked them on the way to the castle, filled the fields below. Swallowing hard, she didn’t look away.

“Is this...” she paused.

“War,” Tethur snarled. “They will not have you!”

At that, he stormed from the room.

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T
ethur pulled on the leather. It fit tightly over his thighs like a warm blanket. Next came the undershirt, followed by the tunic. Looking at the table, he wondered why Queen Shauna had left these strange fittings for him. Pulling on his boots, he walked to the window.

The sheer numbers were indeed a sight, over twenty thousand. A mixture of live orcs, dead orcs, the evil Queen’s tree demons, ogres, and various beasts unknown to normal men met his gaze. They banged a monotonous tune with their weapons, sounding like distant thunder. Those annoying ugly birds flew high in the sky, keeping their distance from the archers on the battlements.

Sorscha came and stood by him.

“What are these? Any idea?” He picked up a metal sculpture from the table and looked at it.

“Mother said they are blessed armor. They fit on the shoulders and stop you from shifting. These─” she picked up a larger piece, “─fit on your thighs and lower legs. They offer magical protection too. The helmet is obvious.”

Tethur picked it up and held it against the light.

“It hardly seems heavy enough to stop a wheat sheaf. Look how thin it is.”

“Three days ago I’d have believed nothing, Tethur. Now I believe it all. Promise me something.”

Turning to face her, he looked in her eyes. They shone in the light as a solitary tear slipped down her cheek.

“What shall I promise you, my little princess? Name it and it shall be yours.” A tender smile met his words.

“Stay alive for me.”

Tethur touched her cheek and felt the soft, silken skin of a fae. He kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, looking straight in her eyes.

“Do you know how hard it is to kill a Celt, an Irish one at that, and a king? I may have known you for years, Sorscha, but three days ago I found you, I found my future wife and Queen. I don’t intend to die.” Kissing her lips this time, harder, he squeezed her waist. Tethur took a deep breath and took in her scent.

In the next few moments together they placed the armor on him. It fit perfectly. It also made him feel good. The tension in his muscles left him, and any worries lifted from his mind.

“What if I need the grizzly? What if I need his finesse?”

“Rip the shoulder guards off. They hold him back. The rest simply protect you. Mother said you are vulnerable in your true form here in the realm.”

“Yes, we aren’t immortal here. We don’t age but we can die.”

“Then fight well and don’t let me down or I’ll kill you myself.”

Tethur winked at her before wrapping his twin scabbards over his shoulders. The third covered his spine. Picking up his swords, he whispered to them in turn before sliding them into their leather housings.

“I’ll be back before the last light meets the shadows. Help your mother and don’t worry about me. I’ll make you mine again tonight; we will own each other and our souls will be one, and our bodies whole. Remember, we are the east wind, daughter of the high king and daughter of the earth.”

With that he kissed her once more, turned and left.

Tethur walked with purpose, leaving the tower of the second inner wall, making his way across the bridge to the third before descending the stairs to the inner courtyard. The others were there, even Muirch, now in his true form.

“Good to see you. How do you feel?”

“I prefer my raven, but what good is a bird in the sky? Time to show my true colors and teach those ugly fuckers what this grumpy old bastard can do.”

“Glad to hear it.”

They slammed palms together and then Tethur looked around. Eight against the horde. An army of human soldiers formed up at the second gate, over six thousand. They were well trained and ordered, instructed by the Irish kings in warfare. They would make a difference.

“Tethur mac Cecht, Cearul Kellan, Miach Mac Greine, Niall Noígiallach, Muirchertach mac Ercae,
Diarmait mac Cerbaill
,
Domnall mac Áedo
and
Óengus Olmucaid
. I your king, Fergus Dubdétach call upon you, my equals, my friends and my pains in my ass. Today we fight an enemy who will stop at nothing to kill you, to kill my family and my newly returned daughter. I ask you, as Celts and as the greatest men to ever live, to fight by my side and send these bastards into the earth where they belong.”

“Aye, it will be an honor and it will be done, Fergus Dubdétach. You have our swords; you have our oath and our hellish ways,” the eight said in unison.

They joined hands at a point in the air and shouted.

“To the men at the gate, to the archers on the wall, and to those of you at our backs, I will not forget what you do today in my name and for the safety of our homeland here and back home. May you all live long lives or die with honor.”

Another chant went up as over six thousand voices echoed through the land.

It warmed Tethur’s heart as they walked forwards, striding out through the entrance, closing the second gate behind them. Only the first now was between them and battle. He looked up and saw Sorscha and her mother above them on the outer wall, both dressed in their warrior clothes. She looked down at him. Their eyes met and he smiled as the main gates swung open.

The nine Celts walked forward, with Fergus ordering his human army to hold back. Ryken stood at the head of the six thousand. Several thousand yards out, Marok and Osmaldis stood at the head of their horde. They too started to walk forward.