"You're an unbelievable vision bound to the earth."
Her green eyes sparkled at his words. He would give her exactly what she wanted. The kind of fuck she whimpered in the night for, the kind other men feared would mean their chance with her would forever be compared and held against. She would remember it for the rest of her life, and it pleased him to no end. The copper highlights of her hair flared among the lush greenery and made his cock twitch, a splendid sheen of raw sex against the earth. Cernunnos bent forward and rolled her nipples between his fingers until they hardened, following up with his devoted tongue. Her body writhed as sighs escaped from her garnet lips. He paused and admired the fetching color in her face, the quiver of her chin.
"Impatient, are we?"
She answered in a groan as he slipped a finger between her thighs and swiped her moist sex.
The bonny lass was ripe, with her juices already flowing. Cernunnos trailed his lips down to her fragrant mound. “Then let's see what we can do about that."
He parted her sex with his lips and flicked his tongue around her clit. Ryanne jerked her body and moaned deeply. He slid two fingers in and pulsed as she cried out.
"Please, Cernunnos. I need you inside me."
"Not until I've tasted your Irish cream. You will come for me."
He resumed the pulsating rhythm with his fingers and sucked at her pink nub. The taste of her was sweeter than wine, more fragrant than a dozen wildflowers. Her breath quickened as he sped up the tempo. She twisted and turned, thighs tensed on either side of his head.
"Mm, now, yes,” she half chanted, half sobbed. Her juices spread across his tongue while she moaned into her orgasm. His cock itched to be inside her, to take her with incredible force. He devoured more of her nectar and then rose up on his hands, watching her head roll side to side, her hair provocatively whipping about, as if urging him on. Cernunnos had to have her, and take her to the next level.
"I'm going to fuck you, lass, right now."
Her face relaxed and she smiled. “Please, I want you. I've waited so long."
"Indeed you have. I've been stirred many times from my sleep with your dreams. It is time you experienced them."
He reached down and loosened the roots from her ankles, swiftly wrapping her legs around his waist. With expert ease, he pushed his cock through her wetness while thumbing her slick clit. The tightness of her vagina surprised him. Like a vise, her inner muscles squeezed.
"Spread your thighs more, my lovely. Welcome my length inside you."
She accommodated him and he sank deeper into her core. Warm, soft, everything he loved about a woman. He pulled out his cock to the hilt and then thrust back into her, observing the way her eyes glazed over and the dark pink tinge spread across her cheeks. Faint muscles in her arms flexed as she strained against the flower bindings on her wrists. He rubbed at her clit, admiring the way it swelled. So much pleasure to be had in one spot. A cavalcade of tiny nerves just waiting to send her body over the edge. She tilted her pelvis to meet his unremitting touch.
Cernunnos leaned over and nipped her prominent buds, swollen and stained the same pink as on her face. He loved the feel of nipples along his lips, the pebbled texture, and the way it stoked her inner fires each time he suckled.
"I've spread you wide, you luscious creature. Wider than any man has dared taken you."
She shuddered beneath him. Lips open, desperate sighs filled the whole of the garden. It gave him satisfaction to know she'd never have another cock of such width and length again. Control was addictive. The tightness of her vagina only made him want to discover more about the wondrous ways her body worked.
"Let's see where else I can penetrate you."
He slid his hands beneath her bottom and turned so she was up on her knees, her wrists crossed from being bound. Cernunnos pinched the petal of a snapdragon and it oozed its sticky liquid along his finger.
"Have you had any man take you here?” He ran his thumb along her tight sphincter muscle.
"No, I haven't.” A tone of curiosity reflected in her voice.
Cernunnos loved the way she trusted his every move. She wanted it all.
"Then I will go gentle."
He smoothed the liquid along her anus and slipped his lubricated finger inside. Her body bucked as she gasped.
"If this pleases you, I'll continue and fill you up with my size."
"God. Yes,” she panted and swung her hips.
He lathered his cock with the same liquid and then rested the tip along her entry. She would be incredibly tight. With his fingers, he fondled her clit, helping her to relax. As she moaned, he pushed through the flexible muscle, taking it slow, fighting the urge to thrust deep until she was ready. Her body shook and she lowered to her forearms, her beautiful ivory bottom looking high and proud. She moaned and sighed, a coat of goosebumps covering her luscious flesh.
"How does it feel?"
"Better than I'd ever imagined."
Cernunnos bit his tongue as he completely filled her. He watched the way his cock slid in and out, admiring her womanly form and how beautiful she looked as she knelt with her wrists secured. The tightness of her milked the very strength right out of him. He stroked her clit, his fingers slick with her honey. Judging by the musical sounds from her lips, he knew she was close, and it recharged him. In a relentless fashion, he thrust deep inside. Her moans grew louder, goading him on.
"Faster, oh God, I'm going to come again. Please, I beg you, faster."
"With pleasure."
He was right there with her. Cernunnos looked up into the sky and let loose a guttural call. His seed shot into her while her inner muscles contracted around his cock. It prolonged his climax and he nearly doubled over from the intensity. Swiftly, he untwisted the flower stems from her wrists and pulled her close.
Chapter 4
Ryanne's body throbbed from the intense orgasm. She didn't think she'd ever come down from the euphoric high.
"I never expected to feel this free and alive.” She lay on her side next to him, her unbound wrist draped over his chest. “You're more than a god; you're a master at pleasing women. Whatever magic led me here, I'm very thankful."
Ryanne moved her hand over his heart, excited by the drumming vibration. It beat as fiercely as hers. He turned his face and smiled, his eyes vibrant.
"The flowers are aphrodisiacs and they affect your senses, and it is your dreams that create the seeds. Your body craved the call of lust, and it is what taunted you here. No matter where you would have gone today, you would have ended up in this garden with me."
"How did you know exactly what I wanted?"
"It's one of my powers. I can enter all women's dreams and fantasies whenever I wish. The strongest ones excite me, and almost make it difficult for me to think of anything else. When I knew you were coming, I could hardly contain myself."
He swept her hand up into his and kissed the back of her fingers. Each touch prolonged the thrill going on inside her body.
"What other powers do you have?"
"I cannot give away any more secrets."
Ryanne stuck out her lower lip, but it didn't work. “Have we lain together like this before? I'm so comfortable with you, right here, like this. In my dreams, I wake up before I orgasm, so I never know."
"You've seen me in many forms, that is why I am familiar."
She stared into his eyes, the same eyes as the Green Man on the gate. Images of his eyes flashed in her mind, and she gasped. “You are he, aren't you? The Green Man. I've heard legends about you as a child. I went looking for you and never found you."
He stroked her hair and came up on his side. “Beautiful lass, you have found me often. As an animal, as a tree, and now in the flesh. When you were lost as a child, I was the tree you hugged. When you were almost harmed by the black bear, I was the animal who chased it away. Now, when you need me most, I am the man you seek in dreams."
She raised her brow. “You—you were the stag the night I h
eard those sounds from the forest?"
"Yes."
Shivers crept up her back. She'd never felt as safe in all her life as she did in his presence. How could she ever go home? Everything she wanted was in front of her. Suddenly a dark swirl of worries entered her mind. “What will happen when I leave the garden?"
"Time will resume as it was."
Ryanne rose up onto her elbow and studied his face. “You mean I miss nothing while I'm here?"
"Precisely."
"I don't understand, how is that possible?"
"Time stands still here. You've had this dream in the past, and now you're revisiting it."
Chapter 5
Ryanne liked the romantic notion of time standing still, but she feared she'd never see him again. “Tell me honestly, am I able to return? Now that I've found this place, will I be able to come back?"
He smiled and cupped her face. “Yes, of course. You are welcome anytime."
His warm hand distilled the rest of her worries completely.
"In that case, I may never want to leave."
Cernunnos chuckled and ran his hand along her arm and circled it back up. “The garden is merely an escape, a place to come and live out your fantasies."
"Then I plan to visit every day."
He gave her a knowing look. “You say that now. Many women have passed through my gate. Over time, they stop coming. Someday, you'll find someone else to share your fantasies with and your need for me will disappear."
Who would ever make her feel as decadent and satisfied? Her feelings for him ran deep, and she couldn't imagine another man's touch on her body. “What are you saying?"
"Is there someone you've pushed away, fearing they won't stand up to your expectations?"
She briefly imagined Quinn waiting for her to dance the Maypole. “Yes. Quinn O'Connor."
"Ah, yes. He is a man in love with you."
"But I'm not in love with him."
"You haven't given him a chance."
She drew herself closer to him, the tips of her nipples brushing against his massive chest. Being in the garden made her feel at home and she didn't want to think about being anywhere else. “How can you know all these things about me?"
"When you dream of the garden and the passions, you share yourself with me. It's an open portal into which I step. Without your fantasies, I would cease to exist in this form. While you coming here greatly pleases me, it will not always satisfy your needs. One day, you will wake up and wish for a warm body next to you."
Ryanne thought it impossible this glorious man before her would not be able to sate her hungry desires. How could he speak about another man with her? “I don't believe Quinn is the one."
"By your standards, no man can ever be, but you have to make compromises."
She felt torn for the moment. His words made sense, she did want to love and be loved, but not by another. “Why should I have to compromise my happiness? I'm happy right now, here with you."
His brows furrowed. “I'm not suggesting you compromise anything. I've taken a strong liking to you. Part of me wishes you to always stay here with me, and never leave..."
"Then I'll stay,” she interrupted quickly.
Cernunnos shook his head, a sad look in his eyes. “This garden will not always look this way, and eventually it will fade away altogether. Your fantasies will be fulfilled and you won't be able to find your way back. Until you decide to give your heart away to another, my gate will always be open for you."
Ryanne didn't want to think about leaving. “I told you, I don't have feelings for Quinn, and I won't pretend to."
"I can sense him in your heart, in your mind."
"I admit that he is a man I'd considered marrying once, only out of tradition, to please others and not myself, but I cannot live that way. Please, don't ask me to leave, this is the closest feeling to home I've ever known. I'll even share you with other women if that will make you happy.” Ryanne sat up and knelt over him. Tears stung at her eyes. “I love you. I swear I'm not saying this because of the intimacy we shared; it goes deeper. I've saved myself without even knowing it. I've saved myself for you."
He reached up and brushed a tear away with his thumb. “You're asking more of me than anyone ever has. I don't dare love a mortal. If I give you my heart, it will change who I am, and you don't want that."
"What will happen to you?"
"I'll lose my powers and become mortal as well. I've lived many lifetimes, and I don't know how to live as a man."
She took his hands and rested them on her breast. “I want you, Cernunnos, and I love you. If you ask me to leave, I will. If you tell me we can never be, then I'll accept that, but if there is a way, then can we try to make it work? You talk of my finding love with someone else, but I'm the one in front of you offering it to you freely. If you take it, I promise you won't regret it."
He shook his head, but she could tell he was considering it. “You women are stubborn creatures. Right now, I should bend you over my knee and thrash your bottom with broomcorn."
Her cheeks burned. She'd been thinking of broomcorn just before she walked to the meadow. “You really do know everything."
"It's what I do."
Defiantly, she raised her chin. She would find a way into his heart. They were meant to be together, she knew it. “I'm going to please you like no other woman. When I'm through, I'll have you begging me to stay. I promise you."
She slid down and kissed the head of his cock, still warm from their intimacy.
Cernunnos shook his head and chuckled. “Lass, you have an insatiable appetite."
She smiled and stroked his cock. His skin was smooth and she couldn't wait to taste him. “Only for you. Do you love me?"
"Yes, I do love you. I've loved you forever."
"Then we'll make this garden grow by making each other's fantasies come true."
Ryanne turned and positioned her sex over his mouth while she playfully lapped at his cock. She felt him open her up with his fingers, his warm breath so very near.
"Ah, now whose fantasy are we recreating?” He dipped his tongue inside her and she sighed.
"Ours."
BEDDING A MERMAID
by
Brenda Williamson
Chapter 1
The sea air hung heavy with a cool mist. Daire's agitated pace put him near a wooden bucket and frustration got the better of him. He kicked the pail across the deck of his ship.
"How can ye not catch one wild mermaid?” he demanded to know of the thirty sailors standing before him. “I want the little sea witch captured or killed and I want it done today!"
"Ye know, Daire,” his ship's mate said low. “'Tis quite bad luck to kill a mermaid."
Daire shoved his fingers into his thick hair all damp and sticky from the salt air.
"I do not want her killed, just stopped,” he grumbled with regrets of even speaking such a violent thought. “Ye make sure no one harms her. I was not seriously thinking of her being hurt. ‘Tis just frustrating to have her cutting up the nets. She is interfering with my trade."
"She is the feistiest one I have ever heard tell of. Never seen one so bad-tempered."
Daire raised a brow and looked at his first mate, Niles. “I do not recall ye ever mentioning knowing any mermaids."
"A long time ago, thy father and I had one caught up in the net. A wee babe and a merman pitched a high devil of a fit wanting the small-tailed lad returned. But thy father would not give him back. He said it might help stop the merfolk from destroying his business."
"I have never heard this story, why not?"
Daire leaned on his forearms against the polished railing. He fingered the pendant dangling from a strong piece of leather. The Celtic knot, carved from a smooth shell, hung around his neck for as long as he could remember.
"Many years, many stories, nothing all that special to the tale,” Niles replied.
A rise of a cheer had men run toward the port side of the ship.
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"We got her!” someone yelled. “We caught a mermaid!"
Daire pushed his way through the group. “Do not hurt her!” he demanded.
"Will ye look at that.” A man whistled. “I always heard it, but never believed it."
"Yeah,” someone else chimed in with a sigh. “She is as naked as the day is long, she is. What I would not give to touch that creature."
Daire strained his neck to get the best possible position to see. He hung dangerously far over the railing. In the net, tangled and struggling, a mermaid sat in the trap with other fish flopping around her.
She mesmerized him.
From the top of her golden head, to the split of her glistening scale covered ass, her beauty radiated no less than any perfectly sculpted woman. Yet, from the thigh area down, she had a sleek, scaly, and silvery iridescent fishtail. Pale ivory breasts hung rounded and pink tipped. Slender arms supported her pose of someone exhausted.
"Well, Daire, ye got thyself a mermaid. Now what?” Niles asked.
"Look at her, Niles. Will ye look at how she stares right at me with her boldness? Have ye ever known such loveliness in any creature before?"
"Daire?” Niles shook his arm, breaking the spell.
The mermaid's mouth opened and wicked thoughts jumped into his head. Her moist lips would do well to quench more than one desire he had for her.
When a shrill, high-pitched sound emitted from the sea nymph, the men around him cringed. Daire noticed it didn't affect him as much as it did the others, and he stared in wonderment and understanding. He felt her fear as if it were his own.
"Turn her loose!” he shouted. “Turn her loose this instant."
"But, Captain,” one sailor whined. “Should we not bring her onboard? I do not know about the rest of the men, but I have never touched me a mermaid."
"I said turn her loose!"
Daire paced the deck along the railing, watching her. As the men worked to release her, he noted her gracefulness in her struggles with the net. Frightened, she clung to the ropes with beautifully tapered fingers and shook it.
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