Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 20:40:48 +0000 From: Mark McELroy Subject: A Tale of Tara.( Sci/fi, fantasy) ( historical). Chapter 2 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 descriptions of Sex, Gay Sex, and intergenerational sex. If any of this offends you, then why are you here? If you are a minor, Please leave. You have been warned. Nifty depends on those who enjoy these stories. You know, it's one thing to have a wonderful imagination, it's quite another to put it in a story form to please. So, if you enjoy these stories, then please, Donate! My Last Chapter was well received but I don't have the skills to proofread my work and correct it. My story structure was non existent. I now have a very nice proofreader. His name is Draoi. __________________________________________________ Cormac stood as his Lady turned and walked back to him, standing up on her toes, kissing him deeply. "Tomorrow night, my Lord?" "Yes my love, at the altar, when the candle drops down to 12, at midnight." Smiling, she turned and, passing by Alain, she glanced back. "Give him a good bath Alain" The Door closed and Cormac said: "Bolt the door, Alain." Sitting directly in front of the fire was the largest hand beaten copper tub he had ever seen. Cormac beckoned Alain to him. "You have impressed my Lady little one, she has bade you scrub me well! Now, remove your clothes." He only wore two pieces, a white loin wrap and a tunic that just covered his bubble butt. Cormac shrugged off his Red Deer hide robes. Alain looked down and his Lord's cock was fully erect, the hood covered only a third of the head. Precum flowed out and down the hardened shaft. Alain took Cormac's hand, leading him over to the tub. "Please, my Lord, get into the tub and I shall give you a good "scrubbing"." "Not with those on, you won't." - Said Cormac, looking at the lads tunic and loin cloth. Pulling off his clothes, Alain watched as his Lord sat back in the hot water. He picked up a bathing cloth and a scented cake of soap. The heat travelled up Alain's legs and groin as he stepped in the water. Taking the cloth, he built a lather with the soap, took Cormac's right foot and began to scrub. He washed every inch of the man. Cormac stood up, presenting his 10" erection to the boy. "Please Alain, I need your sweet mouth now." Alain worked the cock with his mouth, deepthroating the length. It didn't take long and Cormac gave the boy a truly wonderful drink. An hour later, Cormac was sitting on his stallion. All who saw him wondered who the angel was sitting in front of the Tiarna. Alain sat with his rump on top of Cormac's hardened cock. They began a trot, causing Alain to bounce up and down on Cormac's groin. Cormac couldn't wait much longer. He suddenly remembered a cluster of boxwoods surrounding a beautiful little pool created by the Boyne. Upon finding a perfect spot, he dismounted and reached up for Alain, pulling the boy into his arms holding him like a bride. Looking into those mesmerizing eyes, he lowered his lips and ravished Alain's ruby red lips. Laying the boy on a carpet of sweet green grass, he began removing the boy's tunic and loin cloth. Removing his own clothes, he laid down next to Alain and they began making out. Cormac was licking and sucking on two pretty little nipples while Alain's silky smooth fingers gently wrapped around his lover's cock. Cormac was still amazed that Alain could take the 10" inside him and love every inch. Alain arose and put the head in his mouth, running his pink little tongue inside the foreskin while Cormac lay back and sighed. "Yes, little Alain, oh yes!" Alain was taking his Master's cock like a professional, now making Cormac's eyes roll back and his toes curl. With a gentle tug, his hard and weeping cock came out of Alain's throat. While the suck was fantastic, as usual, Cormac wanted to breed little Alain like a stallion would a mare. Placing the boy's legs on his shoulders, he rubbed the spit and precum over the pink hole, getting it wet. Slicking up two fingers, he made little probing advances, loosening the lad up a bit. The pink pucker bloomed like a pink/red rose, knowing it was time to receive his master's cock. Once it was fully embedded in the sweet, tight, moist heat, he paused waiting for Alain to thrust his hips up at the man. Alain wasted no time, starting his first upward thrusts. "Yesss!" - Cormac thought, pulling out till just his head remained inside before plunging back in. Building a rhythm, he put both his arms on either side of Alain's head to control his movement. Alain wrapped his legs around the man's waist, loving the pounding on that spot that took his breath. His little cocklet belched out a dollop of precum every time that was hit with the Lord's cock. Over and over, he fucked the small boy. He loved fucking in this position because he could kiss those beautiful lips and stare into the boys eyes. Cormac began praising Alain's boy hole, so tight, so juicy, gripping and milking his cock better than any pussy he's ever had. Stiffening up, his cum erupted, shooting up the boys insides. Now dressed, they remounted the stallion, turning back towards Tara. "My Lord, may I ask a question?" "Only on one condition Alain may you ask me a question!" "What is the condition my Lord?" "When it's just the two of us, you may call me Mac, and I shall call you Alain. Is that agreeable?" "Yes Mac, I will do that but only when we're alone." "Good, now ask your question." "What happens at midnight tomorrow at the Altar?" Cormac seemed to consider his answer for a minute. "Tomorrow night, my son will have his naming ceremony during which the Chief Druid will foretell his future. Then the Druid will scrye for his name. He will always be known by that name." "May I observe the ceremony?" Pausing just long enough, he answered: "Yes, you may attend but you must sit with Ciara's maid. There must be witnesses to the naming." "Any son of yours should be blessed and named by the Fairies themselves." - Alain said, thinking out loud. "Well, if we are reverent in our ceremony tomorrow night, maybe they will deem to bless my son." Later that night after the house was asleep, Alain crept out of the kitchen. He had a fresh killed chicken and was making his way to the altar in the Sacred Space, a fairy ring was just to the side of the altar. Starting a small fire on the altar and laying the chicken on top, he began to chant the words taught him by his father's mother. There was a flash of smoke and a very handsome man appeared. He was very muscular, dressed in a leather vest and matching pants with black dragon skin boots up to his knees. "Ah beautiful one, it has been a lifetime since I laid eyes on your lovely form." "I know, my Lord Fennvarra but I am worried about my Master's son. There are rumors in his dwelling that the child is cursed. His naming ceremony is tomorrow night at this very spot. Is there a curse on the babe?" "Yes, there is but it's more of a curse on Cormac. However, there is a way to circumvent the worst of it. Tomorrow night, I will appear and bless the name of the child. I will also announce my blessings over the curse. Is there anything else I can help you with?" "No Sir, Cormac is everything I have ever wanted and he is very kind and gentle with me. My family has also been blessed by Cormac. Mother now makes the dyes and barters for fine goods. Father now has men working our fields. Cormac is a wonderful man. I hate the thought of him suffering from a curse." "The joy of true love shines from within you." - Fennvarra said smiling. He disappeared and Alain slipped back inside and in bed with Cormac. The next morning the entire house was in an uproar. It seems that the preparation for the birth feast was in full swing. There was more food and desserts than Alain ever saw before, even during a festival. With his Master's breakfast in hand, he spied Lady Ciara coming towards him carrying a baby. Smiling she said: "Good Morning Alain. Did you receive a present this morning?" "Hello Lady Ciara, I have been in the kitchen waiting for the Masters tray. I may have overlooked it when I left my pallet." Walking to the King's Chamber, she said: "It is a tunic I had made for you to wear tonight." She reached the door and opened it without a knock. "Husband, good morning!" - she said. "I think your son wants to see you." Cormac stood up and took his son into his arms. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked at her husband and said: "Tell me Husband, where has this boy Alain been sleeping?" Cormac looked over at Alain who was pointing at the pallet by the fireplace. "My love, where should he lay, but on his pallet?" - Cormac queried. "No husband, for shame." Giving Cormac an expecting look, she began tapping her foot. "Oh by the Goddess Cormac, look at this boy!! He is more delicate at this age than when you were 1 season old! "Alain, tonight after the festival, your rightful place is in this bed. If Cormac won't permit you to sleep there, then come to my bed, there's plenty of room." "Oh, enough Ciara... Alain you will henceforth lay on the right side of my bed." Ciara kissed Cormac on the mouth and it became passionate quickly. "Husband mine, was a package delivered this morning?" "Yes love, that's what woke me up. I put it on the table." "Come here Alain." - she said, walking to the table. He went over to her and she handed him a folded garment. "I hope it fits!" - gleefully she said. It was a sleeveless tunic, white and blue, shoulder to hip of Royal Blue sash. His clan badge on the shoulder. Then a kilt with purple, gold and scarlet red on forest green. Alain's eyes filled and spilled over. Clasping Ciara's hand, his tears wetting her hand but kissing it. "Thank you, my Lady, but how did you know my clan?" "Well, I will show you how at the Ceremony tonight okay? Now are you clean? Do you need to freshen up?" "No, my Lady, I am clean." "Then undress and put on your new clothes. If you're shy, I will turn away." To be continued in Chapter 3.