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7: Finagle
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Irish Midsummer 8: The Long Game
MAEVE Waves of nostalgia hit me as I stood by the window; I shook my head slowly and moved away from it. The room felt warm which unnerved me. The Brockbank realm had a balanced climate so it was easy to deal with the weather. Here, it was different. It was warm and sticky, and not in a great way. I sighed and looked into the distance as I studied the landscape. One thing my forced adventure has opened my eyes to is the glaring difference in our cultures. In the Blackwell realm, we tried to learn as much as we could about the others we shared a world with. But, given that everyone knew that hostile undertones lurked amongst the houses, we focused on defense. We were more concerned with know our opponent’s military strength than their culture. Now, I had all the time in the world to get an education. At least up until Mannus asks me to marry him and I decline.Then I could lose my head or die trying to escape from this wretched place. I walked across the room slowly and stood i
Irish Midsummer 9: Strange Affairs
MAEVE You could almost taste the tension in the atmosphere the next few days after the party. When I stepped into the room with Aisling, everyone watched keenly till we found seats away from everyone else. Then they promptly turned their attention to the food in front of them and the glasses of wine in their hands and continued their celebration like I was insignificant. I was grateful for it. While I sat alone at the table, I thought about all the numerous things I could be doing if I were home. I’d probably be frolicking with Rory and Aisling in the palace grounds while trying to hide our tryst in plain sight.“Or not, Rory doesn’t even have the balls to be a proper bastard.” I muttered to myself as Aisling poured some wine into the cup she had positioned on the table.“He probably didn’t have any choice in the matter, Milady. I can see how he couldn’t alter anything.” She said without shifting her gaze from the jar in her hand.I looked up at her and chuckled. “You say t
Irish Midsummer 10: Succour
MAEVE Breathing without inhaling the cursed garlic cloves felt like a flash of paradise. One that I didn’t realized I longed for till it happened. My body had become used to being weak and constantly aching, the hours between the bath time I had and walking towards Eachran’s office seemed like a breath of fresh air. I could feel my body slowly returning to normal. That meant a lot of things for Aisling and I; while she handled the potion brewing, I could regain my strength and locate the map. If the need arose, I was ready to fight to get out of here. The thought of being able to leave this realm filled me with renewed hope. I wasn’t sure how we would get back to the Blackwell house but I knew getting out of here was a step in the right direction. Life might have seemed bleak when I moved to House Brockbank but I knew I would be miserable if I stayed with Eachran.I was also done with being a pawn in everyone’s game. Perhaps it was time to make some moves of my own. I
Irish Midsummer 1: Starry Night
MAEVE Rory rolled to the other side of the king-sized bed and looked at my face with a mixed expression. His eyes danced with lust but his lips were set in a stubborn pout as his gaze darted to and fro around the room and rested on the sealed letter he had brought along with him which now lay at the edge of the bed.My father had sent him on an errand to deliver an urgent message to me but the moment he walked into my room, I felt a thrill course through my body as his green eyes peered at me and I knew I wanted to do things to his body that would make his toes curl in ecstasy. “We shouldn't be doing this princess,” He said. I smiled and stripped off the robe that was draped over my shoulders, exposing my bare body. His eyes glistened as they roamed all over my body. I chuckled and walked towards him. “You worry too much about insignificant things Rory,” I said as I rubbed my palm over the bulge that had begun to form in his trouser
Irish Midsummer 2: Shadows of Innis
“Bend over and touch your toes,” I said to Aisling and moved towards my closet to grab some sex toys. As she obliged, I inserted a butt plug into her bum. She let out a yelp and her body trembled with pleasure.I reached under her and pressed my tongue against her throbbing clit. As she moaned, I drew circles on the exterior of her vagina, flicked it, stood up and pulled her into a standing position.She smiled as our fingers interlocked and I leaned in to kiss her. I perceived the sweet smelling aroma of her perfume as our lips crashed into the other and we kissed hungrily. I reached for her bum and smacked it lightly, this caused her body to jerk forward which aroused me even further. I pulled away from the kiss and turned around to look at Rory who had been rubbing his hard cock while watching us.I smiled contentedly and turned back to Aisling. She lowered her gaze and licked her lips then exhaled slowly.“A million Sequinns for your thoughts? Did you miss me?” I as
Irish Midsummer 3: Shaky Alliances
My father took over from him and explained the need for an alliance with the Brockbanks, he expressed his trust in our soldiers and in the ability of the men to triumph at battle with the Leprechauns who were equally great fighters but their realm also consisted of Goblins who were exceptional armoury crafters and the fairies who had magical abilities. He further explained that while our realm consisted of powerful vampires and Banshees, they had an unfair advantage against us given their numbers and their access to the finances and resources at their fingertips. He talked about the possibility of the Werewolves and Druids who could join forces with them if we indulged in their quest for bloodshed. I listened to the debriefing with rapt attention, I knew I was going to be involved in these sort of minutes sooner than later but I had hoped my father would keep me away from his work much longer. I wasn’t certain of my role in this matter and this unnerved me. I felt my
Irish Midsummer 4: Siege!
I spent the early hours of the next day locked up in my room. Aisling and the other servants stood sentry outside the room as they tried to persuade me to open up the door but I sat by the small round table in my room ignoring their pleas to be let in and continued studying the map of the Brockbank realm that I had taken from my father’s library when I left the dining hall.When I exited the hall the previous night, I had fled the room, intending to go to my bedroom to get away from the noise and sulk about my fate but as I walked down the hallway, I caught a glimpse of the library door, slightly open, and snuck in. The room was dimly lit and I walked through the rows of shelves slowly, studying each book before moving to the next.This large chamber was my family’s library. While change is said to be a constant phenomenon, I liked to make jokes about this room being the only thing I knew that wasn't subject to modification. It held information about the realms, historical pieces,
Irish Midsummer 5: Chaos
Being a highborn in the realm of Leprechauns, Goblins and Fairies was an added advantage but being in vampire with no other vampire in sight besides the soldiers that stood sentry at my door and the personal guards that followed at a respectable distance when I took walks in Sweeney’s garden, I felt truly alone.The realm seemed a lot warmer than home. Aisling seemed to settle in quickly, being around other fairies. She would tell me about the capital city and how the streets flowed with beings going about their business as time rolled by. While I enjoyed her tales, I was envious of her taste of freedom. She could dance in the streets if that's what she wants to do but I could merely dream. This is the life I lead now, one where walking in the streets needed extra arrangements. To protect myself, I had to make my presence less noticeable by the second. I'm not cut out for that kind of life. Living within the confines of the Brockbank house felt like I was a bird locked
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