Havermouth, Present TimeAislen’s alarm buzzed at the unbearable hour of five, and she grumbled as she turned it off and rolled out of her childhood bed, testing her feet on the floor. The pain was not as raw as it had been, more of a bruised feeling. She showered and rubbed ointment over the tattoos that she could reach and her three piercings, handling them gingerly, slightly disgusted by them, their movement within her flesh making her stomach queasy. Would they just heal if she took them out? She wondered. She’d have to search it on the internet and try to work it out. “F-king Triquetra,” she muttered under her breath as she realized that she couldn’t wear any of her corsets or bras as they’d rub against the tattoos. “F-king f-k f-kers,” she muttered as she pulled on a camisole and then tore open the costume packaging, shaking out the velvet dress. “Alright, that’s sort of cute,” she held it up against herself. She wriggled it on and pulled on a suspender belt and stockings, gr

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen decided that what she needed was to get drunk. She tidied herself up and drove to the local bottle shop to spend half an hour browsing the aisles, selecting bottles. The drive through section was busy, and she had the aisles mostly to herself. She hummed along to the radio as she idled down the rows of wine and thought of Heath and how she had always been impressed by his casual ease in ordering wine. Even five years on, she had no idea what she was doing and selected mainly by how attractive the label, name, or bottle shape was to her. “That’s a good one,” Chris Arren, her father’s friend, said from behind her. “Oh,” she put it back on the shelf. “You remember me?” He picked up the bottle and tucked it under his arm. “Chris Arren?”“Yes, I remember,” she said uncomfortably, continuing down the aisle, pretending to browse. “It’s nice to see you again,” she lied. She was not in the mood for other human beings.“You haven’t called, about the group…?”

Havermouth, Present TimeTalen continued to kiss along her neck as he backed her towards the bedroom, skillfully managing to combine caresses with removing her clothing. He leaned back as he lifted her top from her, and she had a moment of awkward shyness as he took in the tattoos and piercings. He reached out and touched the bars through her nipples gently, before continuing to undress her.He scooped her up and laid her on the bed gently under the fall of moonlight through the window and began to undress, his eyes on her. Aislen squirmed in the silence, fighting to find something witty and sexy to say, but she was still too raw and exhausted from the Triquetra.“I think,” he said slowly. “That we will take it slow and gentle tonight, little demon.”He knew, she thought, swallowing hard. He knew that something had happened and that she was fragile.He leaned over her, and she lifted her mouth to his, the kiss gentle and tender, and hot, scorching hot, his fingers stroking through her

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen lay on her stomach whilst Talen kissed along her back. His strong thumbs massaged over her arse and into her lower back, up over her ribs, around the edges of the tattoo, before kneading into her shoulders, and down her arms, discovering every knot and twist left from her days with the Triquetra and smoothing them out so that she moaned and groaned beneath his touch, relishing it with the greed of someone starving for tenderness. Talen had not pressed for more information, but lavished her with gentle seduction and love making until she was so lulled into bliss with it that her body had gone limp and compliant, and her mind had emptied of everything other than a warm fuzz that was helped along by the fact they had drunk most of the bottle wine between them."I have to go soon," he murmured as he rocked his c-ck into her, pressing against her arse as he sank deep. “And you need to sleep. Tomorrow, you will sleep yourself out, eat healthy, drink plenty o

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen had the clear impression that she was the most unusual customer that the hardware store had seen, from the stares of the check-out clerks as she entered, and the hovering of the clean-cut, slightly nerdy clerk at the end of the aisle who seemed to not realize that he was stacking, unstacking, and then restacking the same packages to the shelf, his eyes on her.She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and heaved a sigh. “I’m looking for something to tie my lover to the bed,” she told him. “I like my men helpless and begging. You look like someone who shares my kinks. Do you have any recommendations?”He blushed and left in a hurry. She shrugged. “I guess not.”She found a shovel and brought it and a collection of native plants over to the cash register.The woman scanned it nervously. “Doing some gardening?” She asked. On the wall behind her was pinned a “Secret Keeper” bulletin and Aislen had a moment of glowing achievement and pride.“Planning on di