The Wolf and the Druidess (6 page)

“Fuck my finger, Seren.”

She ground his finger as he slid it in and out. When he withdrew, she felt hollow, empty.

“Why did you stop? Please, Gwydion.”

“Seren, I have something better, magical. Spread your legs as far as you can.”

She watched him peer at the apex of her thighs.

“That’s the most beautiful blossom I’ve ever seen,” Gwydion whispered hoarsely.

He waved his hands as if conjuring an object, but she couldn’t make it out. Seren felt something smooth and hard prod her entrance. Her passage stretched around the item in his hand.

“What is that?”

“My ash wand.”

As it slid in all the way, she thrust her hips.

“Push it out of you,” Gwydion rasped.

Following his command, she clenched her muscles and thrust. Gwydion waved his fingers in the air and the wand vanished.

“My wand floated in that tight well of yours. Now my cock needs to sink into your hot, wet core.”

Arching her body, she craved his flesh, sought to meld into him, so they could burn together in one blaze. As his hardened erection pressed against the entrance of her sex, she gasped.

He plunged into her moist heat and pleasure filled her as her passage enveloped his flesh. His thick cock sunk deeper into her. As she whimpered with desire, she thrust her hips and drew him higher into her. Her breath rushed in and out in shallow pants as she strained against the girth and length of his hard heat. As she raised her knees, he moved upon her with slithering strokes. Shivery waves of passion rocked her body.

He pulled out of her and paused for one moment, then plunged into her depths. She gasped and shrieked. The fiery walls of her passage constricted and contracted as he pounded into her. She shrieked at each slamming thrust. A rush of maddening sensations seized her. On the brink of release, she mewed as he thrashed wildly. She clinched. He groaned as he burst inside her and his hot juices flooded her. Seren cried out with uninhibited ecstasy.

When he withdrew his rod, she cuddled against his body, both were glistening with sweat.

“We promised we’d go on the stag hunt.” She rose up on her elbows, leaned over and as she kissed him, spirals of ecstasy shot through her. “They will be waiting for us.”

Pushing into a standing position, she threw on her clothes and covered her head with the white hood. Gwydion dressed magically as she grabbed two spears from their place in the roundhouse and handed one to him.

“I have made many kills with it. It will serve you well today.”

“My thanks.” He leaned over and covered her mouth with his, pressing his warm lips against her tingling mouth.

When he released her from the kiss, she led him to the corral. “We drove the horses in from the outer pasture the other day.”

“My thanks for lending me a mount.”

“Of course, you are coming to help on the hunt.” She pointed out a muscular yet sleek black stallion. “He is our best and the chief wants you to have him.”

“The Ordovices are indeed hospitable.” Gwydion flashed a wide grin.

“The chief will be honored and of course, the horse is yours as long as you care to stay with the tribe,” Seren said, hoping he would take the hint.

Gwydion saddled and mounted the steed and goaded his horse into a gallop at Seren’s side, riding toward the forest’s edge.

* * * *

Outside the deep woods, Cynfarch, Gwydderig, Meilyr and Hywell each stood with their horses, reins in one hand and a spear in the other, ready to mount and chase a deer at a moment’s notice.

“Greetings,” Gwydderig called out to the druidess and the god. “We put out salt blocks.”

Gwydion and Seren swung off their horses and walked them to the side of the clearing to hide from the deer, but ready to mount once a stag was spotted.

As they waited, a few birds landed near the block of salt, looked it over, and flew away. A squirrel scampered over, stood on his hind legs and even crawled on top of the salt lick, with his curiosity satisfied, he scampered up the nearest tree.

“He is so cute,” Seren whispered into Gwydion’s ear.

“Pesky creatures.” Gwydion laughed. “We do not have these creatures in the otherworld, too bothersome.”

“What else do you not have in your realm?” She tilted her head toward him.

“We don’t have you there.” As he smiled, an eager look flashed in his eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, Seren noticed a movement and turned her head. She gasped and pointed to a large red stag with long, branching antlers, strutting out of the forest. He dipped his snout to the salt. After taking a lick, he jerked his neck and looked to one side then the other, scanning the area. He leaned down again and took a few licks, then stared straight ahead at Seren; he’d sensed, smelled, spotted her. The stag thrust his rear legs back and bolted towards the woods. Seren jumped on her horse and goaded it to a gallop. The chase was on to try and head him off and steer him away from the forest, but to everyone’s horror the stag managed to shoot pass Cynfarch’s mount and dart into the woods. Seren and Gwydion charged into the leafy canopy of the dense forest.

“I wish we had brought the dogs.” Seren said to Gwydion as she rode at his side. “But we didn’t want to frighten the deer at the salt lick.”

“I will transform.” Gwydion vaulted off his horse.

As his body twisted and lengthened in some areas and shortened in others, his face distorted with pain until he shifted into a large white wolf, staring at her with burning amber eyes. He raced off, on the trail of the stag as Seren and the other mounted warriors followed.

A wolf’s growl pierced the air as they rode on. Seren drew her horse to a halt as she sighted the white wolf. He’d cornered the large, antlered deer. Gwydderig rode up, aimed and launched his long spear, but before the weapon could strike, the stag and the pursuing wolf darted away, as if vanishing from the spot.

A wolf’s howl reverberated through the woods.

“It’s Gwydion.” Seren goaded her mount to a gallop toward the sound, and reaching the spot, reined in her horse upon viewing the white wolf and the large roan stag in a small grassy clearing up ahead.

Grabbing her whetted spear, she aimed and threw it with all her might. It soared straight into the deer and pierced its red hide. The stag dropped to the ground.

The wolf’s body stretched and twisted until he had transformed back into the form of a man. Gwydion stood before them nude, but with a wave of his hands, once more he was fully clothed.

“Well done, Seren. You are the champion.” Gwydion grinned.

Cynfarch, Gwydderig, Meilyr and Hywell cheered her name. After hauling the stag onto Seren’s horse, Gwydion threw a calling spell out to the mount he had left when he’d shape-shifted to a wolf. The steed trotted up and he swung onto the saddle and followed Seren to the feasting hall.

* * * *

After the nine women of the Samhain feast skinned the stag and set it on a spit, four young boys took turns turning it over the central fire in the round hall. Seren sat at a short, small table with the other warriors and Gwydion.

The oldest of the nine women placed a huge, juicy stag joint on Seren’s plate. “The champion portion is yours, for you landed the killing spear.”

“I give this to our guest, for if he had not shifted into a wolf and trailed the great stag, the kill would never have been made,” Seren announced.

As the feasters cheered, Gwydion’s teeth tore into the leg of venison.

Leaning closer to him, Seren whispered. “I know it is not as grand a feast as you have in the otherworld. But I trust you find it filling.”

“In truth lady, it is savory as any fare found in my realm.”

She sighed with relief and hoped this meant he might stay longer. She pulled out her dagger and cut into the slab of venison that replaced the champion portion she’d passed to Gwydion. Seren stuffed a generous chunk into her mouth. The gamey taste wrapped around her tongue and she took a gulp of heady mead.

When Elund stepped forward with harp in hand and played for the crowd, Seren grabbed Gwydion’s hand and pulled him to the center of the hall.

They kicked up their feet and raised their arms in a fast foot-stomping dance, but when the tune finished, he whispered in her dainty ear, “Let us go back to the pallet in our roundhouse.”

“I meant to ask you the same thing,” Seren said.

With her hand in his, they ran out of the feast hall past the corral and the chief’s large roundhouse, until they reached her smaller one. She ducked inside and wheeled around to Gwydion as he entered.

“This time, undress the normal way.” She grinned. “I want to watch.”

“As long as I get to watch you as well.” Gwydion unpinned the huge gold brooch holding his cloak and let the plaid brat drop to the floor.

Yanking the tunic off, he unfastened the belt, his plaid pants dropped to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. “Now let me watch you.”

While she admired his well–endowed member, she shed her clothes. Seren’s heart hammered as he scanned her body. This close to him, she couldn’t miss his musky scent. His heated gaze met hers and he dipped his head, their lips touched. As his warm lips explored hers, a hot ache grew in her throat and she let out a soft moan. Seren’s mouth throbbed with passion as the kiss deepened.

Grasping his muscular shoulders, she slid her hands down his firm body until she knelt before him. Fascinated with the blue veined column of flesh, she ran one finger down the impressive length. Lifting the virile rod of flesh, she parted her lips, and swirled her tongue over the head of his member. As she drew his phallus deep into her mouth and slid up and down his erection, he twisted the strands of her long hair around his fingers.

She loved the taste and the heat of his hot flesh filling her mouth. Sucking hungrily, she milked him until he jerked in spasms and burst in her mouth, her hands dug into the flesh of his thighs. Seren eased her mouth off of him and he helped her up to a standing position. Taking her hands in his and walking backward, he tugged her with him until his ankles hit the pallet. He stretched out on the pile of fur. Desire spiraled through her as she climbed on top of him. Her long red hair fell forward as he wrapped his broad arms around her. Seren tilted her head and crushed her lips against his.

Her pulsating entrance hovered over his erection as she eased down until he was planted inside her. As she sat on him, ready to ride, he bucked, thrusting deep into her. Seren moaned as her muscles contracted around him. The incredible heat of his palms sliding down her back had her aflame. Only he could pound out the red-hot fire in her. She slid up and down the long, wide rod of flesh that hammered and stretched her. As he moved his hands down and squeezed her ass, she gasped hard. Seren moaned as he ground into her flesh. Their bodies thrashed together. She hung on the edge until she clenched and exploded into a pool of liquid heat.

Gwydion let out a long, uninhibited groan as he stiffened against her. A tormented expression of deep pleasure-pain crossed his face and he burst inside her.

He drew out of her and lay at her side. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, they snuggled and drifted off to sleep together.

Chapter Six

Something woke Seren. She was startled to see the translucent image of her mother floating above her.

“
Mam
, you have come to visit. Now?”

“Ware, Seren, Gwydion is in danger. You must warn him.”

“Of what, Mother? He is a god, how can he be in danger?”

“In truth, jealously is at foot and his days may be numbered.”

“What say you?”

“Tonight, when the war drum beats, tell him to shift into a wolf.” She flashed a loving smile and vanished.

Seren sat up in bed and glanced at Gwydion lying next to her, his eyes closed in sleep. Yells pierced the silent night. She heard the patter of people running past her roundhouse. Then the rhythmic beat of a war drum.

Gwydion’s eyes flew open and he eased off the pallet into a standing position. “Do they call the warriors for battle?” He asked as he briskly pulled on his pants and tunic.

“I know not.” She slipped her tunic on, wrapped the plaid skirt around it, tied the hemp belt at her waist, and fastened on her heavy woolen cloak with a round brooch pin. Last she pulled on the druid robe her mother had made for her.

“Gwydion wait.” She reached out and grabbed his arm before he ran off. “While you slept, my mother came to warn you of danger. You have to turn into a wolf.”

“What danger? Let me go out and see what is happening. I will shift if I need to.”

Seren followed at his heels and spotted Hywell, vaulting onto his mount. “What is happening?” she asked.

“Hurry, Seren, Gwydion, you are needed, it’s a cattle raid.”

“We can’t lose the cows, we’ll never make it through the winter.” Seren pulled her druid robe tighter against the bite of the icy wind.

“I am off to join the other warriors to chase the raiders,” Hywell said.

Running to her horse, she mounted as Gwydion swung onto the saddle of his steed. Upon reaching the pasture, Seren pulled her mount to a stop along with Gwydion and Hywell, but though she could hear the bleating of the few cows the raiders had left behind, she couldn’t see them. A thick gray fog enveloped the field.

“It is like being blind.” Hywell’s voice rose in volume. “Why is the mist only here? The sky is clear at the village.”

“They used the magic of druid mist to sneak up on the herd,” Seren said.

“Indeed, but their mortal magic is no match for mine.” Gwydion’s voice rang with the power of a god. “They won’t get far.” Mounted on the horse, with his arms spread, he chanted, “Shroud of mist, vanish at my command. Fog be gone. I break your stealth. Fade around me, beneath me and above me until you disappear.” In that moment, the heavy blanket of mist lifted.

“They cannot stop us. We will get them.” Seren tilted her chin high.

Hywell bobbed his head. “They just rode off. Herders ran into the village, yelling, alerting us. The other warriors and I grabbed our spears and mounted. I was the last. The rest are up ahead, chasing the raiders.”