As servant and master do here unite."
Flynn observed Echo fall into a dreamy, nearly hypnotic state. Her shoulders relaxed several inches, and she filled her lungs with air in smooth, even inhalations. He reached his hand out, palpating the energy that surrounded her. The power of the ritual combined with the incense had lifted her to an elevated state of consciousness. Perfect.
She would need to achieve a level where nothing existed but the purity of love—aware of what was happening around her, but vibrating to a frequency that more nearly matched his.
Setting the bowl on the floor, Flynn stepped inside of the entwined circle.
"Protected inside this circle of rings
The Sidhe of olde, immortality brings.
Ancient ones welcome and open the portholes,
Celebrate and bless the joining of two souls."
Flynn knelt, taking Echo's hands in his. He willed a tremendous outpouring of energy through his hands into hers, mingling their essence until two became one.
"From the powers below
To the five archangels above
I command you this night
Bring new life to my love
Release all that's been
Release all that's old
Wipe clean the past
Let new life unfold
Oh powers that be
Fling wide the door
I bring with me a love
Like never before
I will her home, at last, now with me
And so it was written, and so shall it be."
"Look into my eyes, Echo"
Echo raised her eyes. She wasn't sure if it was a trick of the smoke enveloping the room or if it was real, but there appeared to be two of Flynn; the flesh and blood Flynn and an iridescent, shimmering Flynn that emanated from his body.
"In order for this transformation to be complete, we need to join together body, mind and spirit,” Flynn explained. “The seed of immortality will only anchor and flourish where there is true and absolute love between two beings. Sidhe seed is sacred and not given on a whim. You will realize why I couldn't take the chance of ejaculating inside of you before this."
The knowledge that he was this close to possessing her caused Flynn's anxious prick to jerk at its root. “We have had sex before, but tonight we make love."
Gathering Echo into his arms, he lifted her body, and then settled it onto the animal skins that lay upon the floor.
Her hair spread across the pillows like cascading boughs of bittersweet.
Soon she would be with him in the land where the Daoine Sidhe ruled the dappled forests. The sexual energy they generated was a key ingredient to the transformation. But he mustn't let his impatience sully the moment. He would have to gently coax her to the increased vibratory state where there was an energetic pull between them, magnetism so strong that it could no longer be denied.
Flynn sat on the edge of the bedding, removing Echo's gloves. “There are only a few rules that you will need to remember.” He instructed. “Number one, relax. When you feel your body tensing, bring yourself back to a relaxed state. It is very important that the energy is not concentrated specifically in your sexual organs but that it is allowed to spread over your entire auric field. Do you think you can do that?"
"I'll try.” She smiled.
"You’ ll do fine, lass,” Flynn reassured. “Secondly, remember to breathe. Don't hold your breath. It will help you to relax and focus. Last, but not least, enjoy what you are experiencing and try not to rush things. We have all of eternity to be as impetuous as we want, but tonight is not for that."
Relax, breathe, enjoy. Echo reminded herself. The air was thick with the spicy fragrance of the incense. Echo closed her eyes for a moment luxuriating in the aroma as she stroked her hands over the sensuous glossy furs lying beneath her naked skin.
Echo casually noticed that her faster-than-lightning mind had quieted to a low rumble. Gone were the nagging, persistent thoughts that normally raced in her brain. She observed Flynn's actions with a passive, detached curiosity.
Flynn ran his fingers along a high ledge. It was up here somewhere. Ah, there it was—a jewel-encrusted chest, the size of a small cigar box. Extracting a vial of amber oil, he measured three drops into his palm, warming it between his hands.
Flynn studied Echo's form. She was the portrait of perfection, her pale, perfect skin nestled in the velvety hides. Gone was the intense eagerness that usually defined her visage. Her face now bore a peaceful serenity. Her still-mortal eyes could not yet perceive the subtle change in her auric field, but he could. The once fiery flames of swirling vermilion and saffron were now a tranquil shade of aquamarine shimmering softly around her form. The anointing would assist in raising the discharging energy from green to indigo then violet, and finally culminating in the luminous white light of immaculate love that was necessary to complete the transformation.
Flynn began at her feet, working the oil onto the fleshy bottoms and between her toes. Her toenails, painted a glittering pink resembled tiny seashells. He kissed each blushing digit one by one. They wiggled against his lips.
"Does that tickle?” he asked.
"Nooo,” she cooed. “It feels wonderful.” Echo langoursly stretched her legs, pushing her feet against Flynn's chest. She slid their soft, slippery bottoms over the muscled outline of his pecs, savoring the tactile sensation of his hairs gliding between her toes.
Flynn dripped more oil into his palms and massaged Echo's outstretched calves. His fingers worked deeply into her muscles which had been flexed for hours by her torturous stilettos. As his fingers neared the sensitive skin on her thighs, Echo's pelvis tensed with anticipation. Deliberately, she released the tautness, and melted into the fur that cradled her body. When she loosened the tightening, the pleasurable feeling was able to intensify and wash over her entirety. The whole of her body purred with awakening.
Flynn's touch was firm, yet tender, willing every last bit of tension from her legs which suddenly felt very heavy. What an unimaginable state of bliss this is, she observed. Until this moment, Echo's validation and fulfillment had come from their frenzied, heated coupling. Now Echo felt such a great outpouring of love that could only be satisfied by the ultimate expression of mingling her body with Flynn's. No longer did one plus one equal two; Echo recognized that one plus one equaled one.
Flynn knelt over her, lowering his head to place a kiss on her navel. Something tugged deeply on her spine, releasing a silvery wisp out of the small puckered depression. Echo's essence fused with Flynn's as he drank it into his lungs. Unexpectedly, she vividly discerned the very core of his being; compassion, strength, wisdom, joy ... the intensity of Flynn's quintessence was overwhelming. Breathe, relax, enjoy. She placed her hands on either side of his head, his hair falling through her fingers like fine silken threads. She held him there, his cheek cradled against the soft pillow of her belly. At that precise moment she knew with the utmost certainty that her soul had found its mate.
"I love you so much, Flynn,” she crooned, stroking his hair.
Flynn raised his head and held his body over hers, pouring his heart into the still green waters of her eyes. “And I love you so much, too Echo.” He lowered his mouth to her ruddy lips and relished the warm, honeyed taste of her.
Echo's arms embraced his neck. They no longer clutched and tore at him in frantic desire, but held him to her body with the sweetness of surrender.
The swell of her breasts pressed against his chest. Flynn's manhood, which had relaxed into a comfortable tumescence, stirred against the smooth flesh of her thigh. Echo's manicured fingers slipped between their bodies and wrapped his prick. Her touch was ambrosia!
Flynn rolled onto his back. Tonight he would permit Echo to take the lead and dispense her own brand of magic on him. She cuddled into his arms, her legs entwined with his.
He felt the dampness of her sex against his thigh. How Flynn had longed for this moment. Through eons of time he h
ad charted his lonely course. Nothing left to do now but allow it to unfold as it should.
With weightless caresses, her fingers worshipped his flesh, pausing to admire each hardened muscle, each pulsing vein. Flynn's energy hummed beneath her gossamer touch. She moved her body over his. Raining salutations of kisses down his torso she whispered, “My Master ... my Lord ... my King."
Her utterances were more insightful than she knew, for Flynn was not only a Daoine Sidhe, he was a Prince of the realm, and reluctant heir to the throne of Tir-na-nog; a position that he had shied from until now. Her submission and admiration made him feel worthy of the title. If he had won this woman's love, he could do anything that was asked of him.
Echo knelt between his robust thighs, her copper locks cascading over her full, rounded breasts—a goddess of erotica. Flynn's manhood twitched with anticipation, the promise of her mouth, enticing it to full erection. The impatient monolith twitched eagerly for her touch.
Bending low, her hair tumbling onto his flesh like a rushing waterfall, Echo summoned his cock into her mouth. Her aura, which only Flynn could perceive, surged with iridescent violet rays. The rapturous sensation of her tongue as it tarried over his engorged head, making long, languorous sweeps around the ridge, pausing to dip into the tiny cleft, coaxed morsels of nectar from his loins.
At the taste of his enchanted fluid, a tremor rippled through Echo. A vision flashed in her mind's eye; a great courtyard, surrounded by stone walls, yet open to the blue sky. Immense figures carved of malachite circled the enclosure, their faces handsome and fierce. A long table groaned beneath a banquet of fruits, fowl and smoked meats. A voice spoke in her ear. “Greetings from the court of the Daoine Sidhe, Princess of Tir-na-nog."
As swiftly as it had materialized, the vision evaporated and Echo was once again aware of her surroundings, the bewitching flavor of Flynn's elixir still on her tongue. Did someone just greet her as a Princess of Tir-na-nog? The enormity of the gift Flynn was bestowing on her overwhelmed Echo with devotion to her Master. She wanted nothing more than to honor and serve him all the days of her life.
She took his silky shaft into her mouth, unable to swallow the full length of the colossus. Honoring Flynn with her lips soothed Echo's soul. Pleasuring him was her deepest desire and she discerned her own desire thirsting in her loins.
Flynn bent his legs, opening them widely, and pushing his prick against her soft palate. Echo feared that she may choke and grasped his hardened shaft with her hand, using it as an extension of her mouth as she drew his magnificent member through her lips and back again. A groan of pleasure rumbled from Flynn's throat. Echo could not get enough of the taste of his cock. She loved filling her mouth with its demanding girth, grazing his flesh with her teeth as she pulled it from her lips and then gobbled it back into her.
Flynn's hands were on her breasts, lifting and pushing them together. Echo released his spear from her mouth with a slurp and guided it into the deep crevice of her cleavage. Flynn pumped his wet cock between her fleshy mounds. Echo watched his purple head play hide and seek over the blue veins of her tingling breasts. She imagined him splattering her neck with his preternatural load and she gasped.
"Flynn, please, let me make love to you now."
Flynn released her breasts and Echo climbed onto him, straddling his hips. Engaging his eyes with hers, she descended on his penis, encasing it in her steamy cockpit. Exquisite torture played across his face as he gritted his perfect teeth, sucking a long draught of air into his lungs with an audible hiss.
For a long moment, Echo held him tightly inside her, milking his shaft by clenching and unclenching her spongy muscles against the unforgiving rigidity of his Herculean staff. It was all she could do to refrain from riding him with wild abandon, plunging his length into her and pounding it against her womb.
Flynn gripped her buttocks and rocked her up and down the length of his cock. Echo cued to the pace, feasting on the sensation of his prick sliding over the slippery walls of her dank cave. She communicated her rapture with her eyes, never once breaking the connection of his gaze. Pulsating hues of peacock colors rippled over Flynn's body. Echo watched in awe as the jewel tones swirled in patterns of amethyst, citrine and emerald. This was more than a coupling; it was a cosmic joining of two souls.
"It's time, Echo,” Flynn sighed. “Close your eyes, lass and follow me."
Echo surrendered, her eyelids shuttering her vision. Flynn's finger circled her clitoris, anointing the firm pearl with her own lubricious juices. The consistent pressure of his skilled hands urged her toward gratification. A slap-slapping sound pounded in her ears and Echo realized that it was the reverberation of her hips against his as she bucked and rolled her body on Flynn's fearsome cock.
The fur beneath her legs suddenly felt more luxurious than before. Echo detected each individual hair brushing against her skin. She swore she could hear drops of her own fluids falling from inside of her and landing with a soft splash on the pelt below.
A magnificent euphoria swept over her body. She felt herself rising into the air, being lifted by the wind. She relaxed and let the feeling consume her and when she did, her body unleashed her orgasm. She wailed her satisfaction into the night, in the distance a warrior cry answered her refrain. A scalding heat blasted inside of her. Electrifying sparks zinged through her corpuscles, charging her nervous system with white hot energy.
She collapsed breathless, in a heap upon the furs, not daring to open her eyes. Comforting solar rays warmed her face. High above her head, Echo heard a wood thrush warbling a joyous melody.
"Echo,” Flynn's voice floated in the air. “Open your eyes darlin’ and see where our love has brought you."
Echo risked peeking through her lashes. The dark depths of the stone room were gone, replaced by a luminous, golden light. Could it be true? Had she arrived at the place of her vision? Her curious eyes opened wide onto a scene of impossible beauty.
She no longer lay on the pelts of fur, but on a cool carpet of dense green moss inside of a dappled forest of hawthorn trees. In the distance she spied cottages, their rounded roofs thatched with feathers of red, gold and blue. A rustling in the leaves drew her attention to a hornless stag. He spoke to her as the voices had once done, “Fair maiden, we have long awaited thee, for thy coming has been fated.” With that the red stag bounded across the path and vanished into the dense copse. Echo was astounded. She knew it was impossible, but she had actually heard the animal speak to her.
Echo sniffed the air and it bore the same wild, fresh scent as Flynn. She sat upright, leaning back on her elbows. Turning to her left she saw him smiling his familiar, impish grin. The unruly lock of hair had tumbled over one eye. His naked, muscled body stretched out in satisfied repose in this strange place, like an untamed creature of the primordial woods.
"Well, mo chuisle, what do you think?” Flynn gathered her into his arms, covering her face with kisses.
What did she think? Living happily ever after in this wondrous world with her primeval prince was more than she could comprehend.
"I think,” she paused looking into his sapphire eyes. “I think that eternity is a very, very long time."
"Ahhh, yes, it ‘tis, lass, it ‘tis,” Flynn replied, rolling on top of her. “But think of the possibilities!"
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