Chapter 2

Following Faolan's lead, unsure of the etiquette; Iris drained her glass as well and felt the viscous liquid slide easily down her throat. Not knowing what to expect, Iris was pleasantly surprised. The liquid had a texture that wasn't as thick as syrup, but was close to it. The taste was... well, it was... Iris couldn't describe the taste; it was like nothing she'd tasted before in her life, by no means unpleasant – just different. It felt as though the liquid had coated her tongue and throat, once again not in an unpleasant way, but in a way that left the taste of the stuff lingering.

'Good isn't it?' Faolan asked with a smile.

'Very,' Iris whispered as a glow spread outwards warmly from the centre of her body. Her limbs began to tingle, starting at her fingertips and toes before slowly creeping along her extremities.

'It's an old recipe,' Faolan explained. 'Very ancient, so they say, with magical properties.'

It certainly seemed as though Faolan's words were correct. Iris felt very strange, not drunk by any stretch of the imagination – just strange. She felt at ease, suddenly comfortable here in the cottage, alone with Faolan.

Iris stretched out on the sofa she was sat upon. She lifted her long legs up along the cushions, not caring that Faolan had a superb view of her gorgeous legs.

'Feeling good?' Faolan asked and Iris just sighed contentedly and looked at him, smiling.

'Oh yes,' she murmured, very good.' Her eyelids seemed suddenly very heavy, and Iris had to fight off an almost overwhelming urge to sleep. She looked at Faolan again, just before she succumbed to the glorious, sleepy feeling. The final thought she had before she drifted away was that Faolan's eyes had apparently changed colour. Where they had once been blue, they now looked brown.

'Strange,' thought Iris and then her eyelids closed.

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Iris felt something between her thighs. She raised her heavy eyelids and peeped down along the front of her body. She felt absolutely no anxiety whatsoever as she registered the fact that she was still lying on the comfortable sofa, only now with her red skirt hiked up around her waist and her t-shirt pulled up to expose her bra less breasts. The inordinate feeling of well being she'd experienced before she'd drifted off was still with her and the sight of the delicious looking Faolan pulling the gusset of her underwear to one side didn't bother her in the slightest.

'This is divine,' Iris whispered, as Faolan lowered his face slowly. 'Lick me, Faolan,' she continued and pushed her fingers into the man's thick hair.