Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 00:10:13 -0500 From: Mark McELroy Subject: A Tale of "Tara". (Fantasy)(Historical) Chapter 1. This story is pure fantasy with a vengeful Witch, a protective male Fairy/Warrior. And of course Magic Spells. I am Irish and this is a work of love. **************************** This story will have discriptions of sex, Gay sex, and intergenerational sex, if any of these things offend you then why are you here? If you are a Minor Please leave now. You have been warned. **************************** Nifty depends on donations from those that enjoy these stories. You know it's one thing to have a wonderful imagination, it's quite another to put it in story form to please. So if you enjoy this story please give. **************************** King Cormac Mac Ruaidh was a very good choice to be the High King of Tara. His Clan was the most productive of all the Clans. Close to 5000 strong, a blend of farmers, sheep herders, and dye makers. All of the lands of the Celts were adept at making dyes. Cormac was a fine figure of a man. Standing 6"ft 7", broad, muscular, with copper red hair, eyes as green as the hills of Eire. He took his manly pleasure with either a willing lass or, better yet, a beautiful lad as there was no chance of pregnancy. You see, Cormac fathered children twice before already. The lass he left with child was to be married off to a kinsman of his. Cormac was later wed to a beatiful woman. In his eyes, his wife was a true beauty. She had black lustrous hair and lips so red they would shame a red rose. He did love her and she was very heavy with his child. He would order a feast on the day of the childbirth. His horse was a beautiful white stallion upon which he loved cantering about the hills around Tara. As he was riding one day, he rounded a bend and drew the reins up hard to stop. Standing in the road was a woman wearing a full set of robes, holding a staff. The woman looked familiar but he couldn't place her. She looked quite fair but for the scowl of hatred on her face. "Mother, please let me pass, I have urgent business in Drogheda." "Just a moment my King" - said the crone. "My name is Sadhbh. You gave my child a son. Then you gave her and your son to a cruel kinsman. I have decided you deserve to be punished." "Sadhbh, what can you do to punish me? You are only a woman, you have no power!" "Beware my Lord, I have the power of Carman, for she has trained me to seek vengeance!!" Raising her right hand a pointing her pinkie finger she proclaimed: "Upon the day of the birth of the Prince, anyone with sight shall see the most beautiful girl they have ever laid eyes on. He will be a twin to his own mother though endowed like a man. Men will fight over him, women will hate him and you, my Lord, will fall yourself in love with your son." "So be it!!" - rasped the crone and disappeared. **************************** Two months later, on the night of Samhain, while the bonfires burned, Cormac's son was born. This year had brought forth a most bountiful harvest. His Queen had felt the urge to bear down all day and had stayed in bed. Ciara was raven hair with slightly dusky skin. Being of a very petite build, she was courted by quite a few suitors. Cormac had gifted his father in law with a 100 acres of rich grasslands for her hand. Within two months, Tara's Druid told Cormac: "Your wife is pregnant and shall bring forth a Son." He named his son Ciaran, because he was the spitting image of his mother. The Witch's warning or curse was still to be seen. Yes, they shared looks, lips rosy red, long lashes and the greenest eyes, but both parents had those. Ciaran was asleep while Cormac just stared, placing the babe in Ciara's arms after gently laying his lips on softer than silk-like skin. "My Lady, sleep now for you have earned it. May the God's will protect my son." - said Cormac. Kissing her on the forehead, he turned and told the servant girl: "See to my wife, make a pallet beside her bed. Come fetch me if she asks for me." Cormac walked up to wooden stairs to the King's bedroom. Upon entering the room, a very attractive 14 year old boy quickly stood up and lowered his head. Cormac closed the door and walked over to stand in front of the boy. Raising his head with his finger under the chin, he made the boy look up at him. "Now, where have I seen your lovely eyes before hm?" "Last week my Lord, I was churning Ma's butter and you were out riding and we were sitting outside. My Da and two brothers were in the fields and you asked if you could buy me from my family. And you went to the fields to fetch them. You gave Da a bag of Copper pieces and silver." - the boy recanted. "Now you belong to me. What did you think of your training?" "I am ready to serve your needs Sir." "What is your name boy?" "Cullen my Lord." "Do you know Cullen what that means?" "Handsome boy, Sir." "Yes, but you're not handsome are you love?" Cormac watched as tears filled the little ones eyes. "No, no, no. No tears for I will rename you. From this day forward you shall be known as Alain." "Beautiful, Sir? You think I am beautiful?" "Yes, I have a great desire for beautiful boy's. I am ready to see how your training serves me." Cormac stood still and let the boy remove his upper garments. Then, with Cormac sitting on the bed, Alain removed his master's Brogs. They were boots made from the finest sheep skin available and dyed black. Now standing, Alain unwrapped his Celtic kilt, naked as a baby underneath the kilt. "Clan Mac Ruaidh?" - asked Alain "Yes! I see you know of my Clan" "Everyone in Eire knows the strongest clan." Looking at Cormac's erection, it was tall and the skin half covering the head. Precum flowing down the shaft and under the skin. Lowering his mouth and extending his tongue, the boy slurped up the sweet nectar of the man's cock. Trembling, but not knowing from fear or desire, Alain slowly sank his lips down the mighty shaft. Remembering his lessons he made sure the cock was wet enough to slide down his throat. Cormac, obviously enjoying the boy's tongue and mouth talents, rested back on his elbows, savoring the delicate little fingers massaging his large shaft. Rising up, Cormac was eager to explore Alain further. "Stand up beautiful!" The king commanded while running his fingers over the boys silk like skin, (mental note, must order that Alain's skin be massaged and kept baby smooth). Lowering his head gently, taking a rosy nipple in his mouth, he gave suck. Alain's little cocklet was as hard as a rock. God's his body turned Cormac into a beast! Picking the boy up and laying him back, his mouth and tongue finding his way to the boy's tiny hole. Not only was the boy beautiful but his hole tasted a hundred times better than a girl's snatch. Moving to between the boys legs, his coated his own cock with goose fat. Hopefully he won't cause any harm to the boy but he couldn't and wouldn't stop. His cock slid in the boys pussy with comparative ease. Surprised, Cormac asked: "Are you okay lad?" Alain answered by reaching down and grabbing two hard man-buttocks and pulling hard towards him. Cormac was amazed at the wantonness of the slender build boy, loving the moist heat surrounding his mighty sword. Giving in to his animal nature, Cormac began thrusting hard, making the boy's back arch pushing his hole back onto the cock as it slammed into his wet hole. "This boy is a real a treasure" - Cormac thought to himself The lad enjoyed this, being fucked hard by a man. He could foresee years of pleasure between Alain's slender legs, which at this moment were wrapped tightly around Cormac waist. Clasping the boy tightly to himself, he easily rolled them over without dislodging his cock from the sweet hole. Rising up, Alain slowly started moving up and down. "Oh yes, Alain, my beautiful one! Your sweet hole is riding me like I am a Stallion." "My Lord, you bring shame to your poor stallion. I now know why the mares push their cunts to a males nose." Fucking up into the boy, he felt the squeeze of a sheath on the thrusting mighty sword as Alain came in hot spurts, spilling his seed. "My Lord, forgive me, I was told to wait for you to receive your joy but I could not hold it back." Flipping the boy over he smiled and told him to turn over. Cormac grasped ankles that belonged on a maiden and started pounding the boys pussy. Alain may be a boy but no girl ever had such a delicious pussy. Cormac felt his nuts tighten and his cum rising and, giving one last hard thrust, his cum flooded the sweet hole, shooting up into the boy's bowels. If Alain was a girl, he would be pregnant with triplets after receiving such a load. Rolling off to the side, Cormac felt like he had run across all of Eire but could do it again. Alain moved between Cormac's legs and started licking down the juices from his ass and his Lord's cum. Moving to get off the bed, Cormac sat up and taking a small arm asked; "Where are you going Alain?" "My bed, my Lord." - sad the boy pointing to a pallet on the floor. "Nay, my bed is now yours to sleep and love in until I tell you different. Do you want this too?" "Yes, My Lord. I love you and all I want to do is please you." Pulling Alain against him and cuddling close, Cormaic laid down the rules of their relationship. "There are a few things you need to know. First, the only one allowed to touch you is me, period. Second, if you see my wife, you will bow but don't speak unless she asks you a question. You are mine and no man will dare touch you. When we wake, I will give you your new clothes and a gold amulet to show my ownership. Do you understand this" "Yes Sir, I do. I swear I will always be yours, I will always obey you." **************************** The next morning, Alain arose and went to the kitchen to get his Masters breakfast. He was given food on a tray to take to the Lord's bed chambers. He decided to knock first, just in case. The door opened, not by the Lord but a maid. She stood back allowing him to enter. Seated in two chairs in front of the fire place were the Master, holding a babe, and a beautiful lady watching them. "My Lord, I've brought your breakfast." He bowed to both and was backing towards the door when the lady said: "Stop!" Still with head bowed, he dropped to one knee. Remembering his orders, he remained silent. He sensed movement and a cool soft hand raised his chin. "What a beautiful boy you are." - said Lady Ciara. "Husband, take good care of this little one." "Yes, my love." - the lord replied with a smile. **************************** To be continued in Chapter 2. Please Email me if you would like more of this story. My thanks to Draoi for his help with editing.