1 comments/ 34744 views/ 1 favorites Quenching Desire By: veronicavixen Coral Brennan collapsed onto her couch. What a day! She'd been surprised by no fewer than 50 friends to celebrate her 30th birthday. The soft blue-green display on the clock read 2 am, the night had flown by and gifts we're strewn about her family room. A silk scarf from her best friend Jan, a tourmaline necklace from 3 gals in her office she ate lunch with once a week, a small Coach handbag from her favorite aunt. Of course there were the obligatory gag gifts, an "Over the Hill" coffee mug, an "I'm not 30, only $29.95" T-shirt, and an assortment of 1970's candy. The place was a mess but she decided she'd clean up in the morning. With a smile she hoisted herself up from the couch, turned out the lights and made her way up the stairs to bed. An evening full of laughter, food and martinis had worn her out. Shuffling towards her bedroom Coral opened the door and reached to the left to flip on the light. She began to unbutton her skirt when something on the bed caught her eye. It was the metallic shine of a gift bag, a silvery luminescence that turned the colors of the rainbow when the light hit it just right. It was the size of a shopping bag, the kind one would get at a department store. The bag handles were silver as well, and there was a glittery red gift tag hanging from them. Her first thought was, who had been in her bedroom? She had seen guests going up and down the stairs, but only because there was another bathroom to be used besides the one on the main level near the kitchen. Maybe Jan and Nanci, her friends that had thrown the party for her, had left her something else. She couldn't imagine why, the gifts they had given her were lovely. Coral walked to the bed, letting her skirt slide to the floor as she did so. She moved the bag closer to her and turned the gift tag so it could be read; I will bring to life your sexual desire. Inside of your heart is a smoldering fire I am with you already, you've nothing to fear Say the name Adammair, and I shall appear Coral smiled. Someone who knew her well was toying with her. As a professor of European Literature she was well acquainted with Adammair. He was a Celtic God of virility, fabled to be almost insatiable. Whose clever game was this? Coral had not dated in the last three months following a breakup with her boyfriend of 2 years. Was this a ploy by him to get her back? No, she decided, Jack was not this imaginative, and he'd surely never written a verse of anything in his lifetime. Perhaps her friends we're teasing her, they were always hounding her to get back on the dating band wagon. Coral sat down on her bed and decided to peer into the bag. The scent of lavender wafted into the room as she removed the red shimmery stuffing that was hiding the bags contents. The first item she pulled out was a hot pink "rabbit" vibrator. Coral smiled and rolled her eyes. This was definitely the work of her friends giving her a strong hint to start looking for a man. The next item out of the bag was a set of nipple jewelery. Coral's nipples were not pierced; these were the type that had an adjustable ring that simply went around the erect nipple. Once on, they looked as nice as the real thing. These were a pretty blue crystal that dangled about an inch long. The color matched Coral's eyes nicely. Feeling for the next surprise, Coral's hands felt something silky. Tied together with a black ribbon were 4 pieces of blue silk, each about 24" long. Again, someone knew her and her surroundings. These ties would bind someone nicely to her queen size four poster bed. Next in her bag of goodies came a medium sized butt plug, clear in color but there were sparkles set into the plastic. This item set Coral's mind to wandering. She had no experience with anything anal, sex or toys. She thought about it while masturbating sometimes, but never had the courage to actually put anything into her ass. The last item she took from her goody bag was a set of nipple clamps. Again, these were something Coral had never used, but her nipples were sensitive and she loved having them played with. She saw that the clamps could be adjusted, and that they came with little weights that could be hung off of them. Coral smiled once more, enjoying the sense of humor her girlfriends had exhibited. She noticed as she slid from the bed that her silky French bikini style underwear were wet. She reached down to confirm her feeling of dampness, and sure enough her fingers proved her suspicion. She loved the way her totally shaven pussy felt under the soft silk of her panties. Walking into her master bath she shed her top and her bra, unhooking it from the front and letting it fall to the floor. She slid her wet panties down her long, slim legs and left them on the floor as well as she made her way to the sink to brush her teeth. Coral stood in front of the mirror as she went through her night time ritual of teeth brushing and face washing. She thought for 30 she looked great, her 36 C breasts still round and perky, her nipples large and a feminine soft pink. Her waist was small and curved into ample hips, a pretty hour glass shape formed there and led down to her shaved pussy. She loved the look of no hair between her legs, clean and soft, and it seemed to make the skin more sensitive to the touch. She ran a brush through her long black hair. Piercing blue eyes rimmed with jet black lashes earned her many a turned head. The fact that she really didn't see herself as beautiful made her even more appealing to men. She walked toward her bed and eyed all of her new toys. Might at as well play with her pussy, wet as it was. It had been months since she'd had sex, so toys were her new best friend. She read the gift tag again and smiled. "Adammair", she said. "Wish you were here to play with me." To set a bit of a mood for herself, Coral turned her iHome on low so her favorite iPod tunes could accompany her arousal. She lit a candle she kept on her night stand, then crawled onto her soft duvet cover. She made herself comfortable on her back and let her hands wander over her skin. She felt again the moistness between her thighs, her soft skin over her hip bones and the curve of her waist. Slowly she let her fingers slide over her ample breasts, feeling her nipples tense and come to life. She closed her eyes and imagined her hands to be those of a lover. A cool draft blew through her bedroom, and a sudden chill made her nipples harder than they already were from her touch. She glanced up at her ceiling fan, thinking she'd turned it on without thinking. The blades were still. Another burst of what felt like wind came, this time strong enough to blow the candle on her bed table out. She looked to her windows but all were closed. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the new darkness around her. Her bedroom door blew shut in the blackness. "Is someone there?" she whispered. "Yes, lass." came the reply. "I have come to make the entrance into your 30th year memorable." Coral sat up, terrified. More jokes from her girlfriends? This was going a bit far. Hiring a stripper, or worse, some kind of male gigolo was unthinkable. She could get her own men for godssake. Covering herself as best she could, as quickly as she could, she responded to the Irish brogue in her bedroom. "I know why you're here; my friends however have overestimated me. It was a good joke, thanks, you can go now. No need for you to stay." "Ahh, but this be no joke lass." This man's voice was pure sex. Velvety and strong, it made her want to listen, and moreover, to obey. "I am allowed one woman in each year, one mortal woman that is, to amuse myself with. We have an hour by your measurement of time. It is you I have chosen to celebrate your day of birth with. And lass, may I remind you, it is you who chose to speak my name." As her eyes adjusted with help from the moonlight sifting through her window shades she could see the figure of a man emerging from the darkness. His hair was long, and braided. It reminded her of Mel Gibson in the movie Braveheart. He was tall, and broad, and walked with a strength and confidence that turned her on immensely. He was nude, and as he approached her on the bed she could see he was well hung. His physique was ridiculously male, and she found it hard to stop looking at him. He reached out to her face and touched her cheek. His other hand slid through her hair and grabbed a fistful. He turned her chin up to him. "Do ye really wish not to continue?" he mused. "I have no desire to force a woman into submission. You must come to me of your own free will." Coral was mesmerized by this man, this hunk who could only be acting at the request of her friends. His touch made her hot to her core, and she noticed there was no longer a chill in the bedroom air. She saw him look at the candle that had been blown out, and saw the wick come once again to life. "Neat parlor trick." she said rolling her eyes. Struggling with whether or not to indulge in this kind of sex, Coral made eye contact with the man again. The candle light gave her a better view and she could see now he was nothing short of magnificent. Every muscle on his body was defined, and she noticed an intricate lace of deep blue tattoos around his massive biceps. His eyes were indigo blue, too deep to be natural. She deduced he must be wearing contact lenses. The heat between her legs made her decision for her. He crouched down to his knees so his face was level with hers as she sat on the bed. He said nothing, simply leaned into her and let his lips rest upon hers. She felt his tongue softly enter her mouth and she responded in kind. She had butterflies in her belly and could feel the juice running from her pussy down onto her thighs. Her mind was suddenly filled with only the thought of getting truly fucked by this amazing specimen of masculinity. He moved his mouth to her ear and she felt the heat of his breath. "This is your day of celebration sweet girl, and I know all of your desires. Are you ready for them to be made real?" "Oh yes" was all Coral could manage to say between his kisses, deciding once and for all to yield to her libido completely. With that said he scooped her up into his arms and laid her across her bed. He made her 5'8" frame seem small as he lay next to her. His hands worked their way over every inch of her skin, from her slender ankles to her wet thighs, over her belly and up to her long, graceful neck. He found her to be an exquisite beauty, worthy of all the attention he could give to her. They kissed as if they had kissed a thousand times before, a naturalness that could not have been taught. Her mind was racing and he was in tune with every thing she wished for. He sat up and turned her on the bed so her head rested on a pillow. "Now let me take you places you've never been," he said with a decadent smile. Coral simply let him take control. Reaching for the satin ties, he removed two of them and quickly looped them around each wrist. She watched as he anchored the other end of the ties to her bedposts. She found herself trusting him implicitly. He moved to her mouth once more and kissed her deeply. He licked his way down her neck, over her nipples to her belly button and settled between her legs. His large hands pushed at her inner thighs, and she found herself thrusting her wet mound up to meet his long soft licks. His tongue was magic. He slid in and out of her, occasionally moving to give her clit attention, but never for too long. She was taken aback when she felt the wet heat of his mouth on her ass, but it was surprisingly pleasant. He teased her hole with his tongue and she felt her need to cum begin to grow. He relished the female response, but something about this woman was driving him wild, but in a new way he'd not felt in the past. He wanted to please her, it was overshadowing his own needs, and that was especially foreign to him. His fingers filled her pussy as he licked at her tight asshole. Coral moaned with her soul, a guttural sound she wasn't familiar with. A sudden feeling of fullness overtook her, and she gasped as he slid a very wet finger into her ass. He did it slowly, gingerly, and began licking her clit as he did so. "Oh my God" Coral gasped. "Yes, lass ... that I am" he chuckled. Coral found herself feeling bold and empowered by this amazingly competent lover. "Please" she begged, "my tits, please play with my nipples." Smiling, he obliged her with the nipple clamps. Just tight enough to hurt in the nicest way, he attached one to each nipple, and made sure they were low, on her areola. Coral loved watching him do it, and felt the current of electricity run right into her pussy as her nipples responded. Next, he fitted the nipple jewels to each pink bud. They sparkled in the candlelight. She moved her hips harder now and felt him begin to hold her still. "I have more for you love." he whispered, "be still now." He sat up between her legs and pushed her wide apart. With his hands he played with her pussy, lubricating them with her juices. She saw him pick up the butt plug. A sparkle in his eye told her he was enjoying this immensely, popping her ass cherry. He took the plug and lubed it with her juice, sliding it into her pussy several times. Then he teased that soft place between her pussy and ass. She could feel the tip of the toy against her ass, feel it slowly beckoning for entry. He eased it in, tenderly, gently, with great respect for this new experience for her. It was thinner at the tip, and as he pushed farther the thickness of the toy began to stretch her ass open. She gasped and moaned in a bit of pain, but he read her well. He would back out, then slowly start over again. Before she knew it, all 5 inches of the toy was resting neatly in her ass. She loved the fullness of it. He directly went to her pussy and licked her very swollen clit. She was on the verge of what was going to be the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. He was indeed playing to her desires. The restraint, the ass play, his total command of her, the nipple stimulation ... it was all so perfect. Sensing her growing need he backed off, moving once again to her face to deliver kisses. She moaned and tried rubbing her pussy against his thigh. She needed to cum so badly. She could feel his hard on resting against her belly. Deciding she'd play along with the name she begged him softly. "Please fuck me Adammair. Do it now." He found himself absolutely reveling in pleasing this woman, a new pleasure for him. Sex was about satiating himself for the most part. He wanted to fuck this woman for much more than his own pleasure. Coral was in ecstasy. Her nipples were throbbing, her ass was full and her wrists were bound in a sexy submissive way. Her pussy was now being used, being pounded by this god of a man. He was huge. Thick and long, he stretched her to her limits. He moved smoothly, bringing her legs up to rest on his shoulders. She looked lovely. Her tits were moving with each thrust, the clamps playfully teasing her nipples, the jewels on them dancing in the soft light. Her face was a picture of elegant beauty he'd not seen in eons. He loved her totally shaved hole, and his massive cock began to tear her open with each thrust. Eyeing the vibrator he reached for it and played with the buttons. He began alternating between his own flesh and the spinning, buzzing playfulness of the toy. She loved the way he buried the vibe inside of her, feeling the tickler bring her clit sensational pleasure. Then the buzzing was gone, and his own warm, thick hardness was filling her, his gasps, moans and whimpers exciting her as much as the sight of him. Coral felt her orgasm begin to build. He could feel it too, and kept the pace just so, moving inside of her to bring her all the pleasure he could. He was going to cum too, and wanted to time it just right. She began to groan as the tip of his cock pounded her g-spot. The plug in her ass was an added sensation that sent her over the brink. She began to cum hard and felt a wince of pain as her orgasm's rhythmic pulses forced the ass toy out onto the bed. He added to the intensity as he pounded her hard, feeling his own fluid drench her velvet hole. She watched as he flung his head back, his long braids falling on his shoulders, his defined abs clenched hard as he filled her up with his seed. Both spent, (and one woman had NEVER spent him before) he lay beside her. He reached up and deftly untied her wrists, allowing her to touch him. "You're unreal" she said as she smiled. "I've never cum like that before. What an amazing birthday present, thank you." She giggled as she lay her head on his chest. "I'll recommend you for future, ummm, "presents"." He turned to her and kissed her lips. "I will be back next year lass. I'll visit as ye grow older and enjoy a nighttime of passion. Each year we'll explore your desire and bring it to life." With that he gave her one last look of longing and moved from the bed. He put his hand to her forehead, and closed her eyes for her, bringing her sleep. He's in character til the end she mused, as he closed her eyes for her. Her only thoughts as she drifted into dreams were of turning 31. Quenching Desire Ch. 02 Authors Note: At the time I wrote Quenching Desire I didn't know there would be more to the story of Adammair and Coral, so I did not label the first installment Ch. 01. After I wrote the story, I decided perhaps Adammair needed to be tamed by a woman ... She was on his mind constantly. Since Adammair left Coral's bed the night of her 30th birthday, she had become part of every his waking thought. He had spent only an hour with her, but what an impression she had made! He strolled along the banks of the river Barrow, and glanced up at the picturesque sky. Coral's eyes were an amazing shade of blue, not so dark as his own. He thought of her jet black hair, its smooth, silky texture, and how he loved the feel of it sliding through his fingers. She was by far the most beautiful mortal he had ever been with. Eyeing a gentle slope on the river bank, Adammair sat down and watched the water swirl over large boulders and fallen tree branches. This was the most peaceful place he knew, this river bank in Ireland, and when he needed to sort out his mind this was the place he chose to visit. Leaning back, he rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He conjured up an image of Coral, how sexy she looked lying on her back the night he had come to her bedroom. Her large, full breasts fell slightly to the side of her chest, her soft pink nipples finished them like a cherry on a sundae. Her hair was strewn across the pillow, a bit wild and mussed. Her slim waist led to voluptuous hips, and her female folds were shaped perfectly. He loved those feminine lips, the way they became swollen and full as she had become more excited by him. It wasn't long before Adammair's body was responding to his thoughts of Coral Brennan. His trousers which laced at the crotch were bulging suggestively, and he wished desperately that she were there at the river with him to make love while the sun shone down upon them and the birds chirped from the trees nearby. He considered relieving his angst by his own hand, but instead chose to visit his dear friend Achtland. With a thought he crossed realms, as all Gods and Goddesses can do, and made his presence known to Achtland. She was delighted to see him and invited him into her boudoir. "My handsome angel," she said to him smiling a genuine smile, "I've been thinking of you." "Lovely Achtland," he replied, "I've been thinking of you too." She moved gracefully to him and brushed his cheek with a soft kiss, and felt his hard on as he pressed her for a hug as well. "Ahh, I feel how you have been thinking of me," she said to him grinning impishly. Adammair dared not tell her the hard on he was sporting was for Coral. He smiled his sexiest smile. "How is the most beautiful of the Goddesses this fine day?" "I'm well, my dear," she said most sincerely. Achtland was every bit the equal to Adammair when it came to sexual prowess. She was all about sex, and like Adammair, nearly insatiable. Once in a while they took solace in each other, talking for hours as old friends do, then making love to consummate their friendship. There were no feelings of love between them as humans know love, just an admiration for one another, and the knowledge that they could please each other as virtually no one else in any realm was able to do. "The last time you sought me out you had just visited a mortal," Achtland said to him as she moved from his arms to a large, soft chair near an open window. "You sounded quite smitten with her." Adammair sighed. Achtland was toying with him. His hard on was dissipating as she kept making small talk. He decided some chat would do them no harm and sat down in a chair across from her. "I will not lie," he replied to her honestly. "I have thought about her often since I left her bed." "Tell me more," Achtland replied. "I dream of her," Adammair said. "I feel her touch on my skin and taste her on my lips when I close my eyes. I hear her voice whispering to me on the wind and I see her eyes in the blue of the sky." He shook his head and put his face in his hands. "I only spent an hour with her Achtland, how it is that I am consumed with her? I've known many mortal women, more than I can count or remember, why has she bewitched me?" Achtland looked seriously at Adammair. "Have you been with other women since that night with her? Besides me I mean. Has your desire for sex been as it has always been?" He considered her question. "Yes," he said, "I have been with others. But now that I think on it the frequency has been less than usual. I think of Coral and often I just pleasure myself with her on my mind." He appreciated the openness with which he could speak to Achtland. There was never judgment, just discussion. Achtland smiled at this. "But today," she said coyly and intuitively, "you came to visit me while you were thinking of her. Is your hand tired?" Adammair laughed out loud. "Woman, you can be a most sarcastic bitch!" She laughed back at him and let her eye contact linger. He was a male beauty unparalleled in all of the centuries she had roamed the realms. His hair was a handsome chestnut brown with streaks the color of copper hidden here and there. His braids were always neatly plaited and away from his face, showing his jaw line to its best advantage. His aquiline nose led the eye to his sensuous lips, and his skin was the shade of tanned leather. He absolutely oozed masculinity. Adammair stared back at Achtland. Her eyes were a mesmerizing amber hue, gold with little flecks of brown strewn about. Her hair was the color of a wheat field, and hung in soft curly tresses down to her waist. She was grace itself, every gesture made with ease and poise. Her skin was flawless, not a blemish or freckle or birthmark to be found. When she smiled her teeth were as white as the brightest star in an evening sky and her lips were red like the poppy fields he'd known as a boy. He felt the tingle of his hard on returning. "Do to me what you came here to do," she encouraged him. Adammair left his seat and kneeled before her. He gently caressed her face and let his lips rest upon hers. The heat between them was palpable. Soft, gentle kisses became fevered, passionate tongue dancing. He lifted her from her chair, never breaking their kiss, and carried her to her ornately decorated bed. She sank into the down coverlet as she came to rest beneath him. His hands began to make their way over her smooth curves. She lifted her hips as he tugged at her tunic, and he slid it the rest of the way over her head, depositing the garment on the floor. She was perfection. Her breasts were firm and dotted with nipples that tasted like sugar. Adammair made his way down her belly with his tongue, feeling her move underneath him. Her skin smelled of lightly scented oils, a fragrance he followed to the neatly trimmed triangle of hair decorating her lovely mound. "Please lick me," she cooed to him. She placed a hand in his hair and entwined one of his long braids in her fingers. She tugged gently to guide him to her secret place. Adammair placed his large hands on her milky thighs and opened her legs so he could taste her wetness. She glistened with excitement for him, and as his tongue began to explore her he swore she tasted like honey. He began with long, soothing strokes, teasing her ass ring gently for good measure. From her ass he moved in one long stroke to her waiting clitoris, which had become quite swollen and easy to locate. He sucked on her pearl, feeling her hips begin to grind into his mouth. How he loved that reaction from her! He placed his hands under her round ass cheeks and lifted her to his mouth, burying his face into her magnificent pussy. He plunged a finger into her dripping hole and heard her gasp with delight. He fucked her with his hands just as he would with his cock. He knew she was close to climax. "Fuck me now my angel," he heard her say. "Fuck my pussy like you fucked Corals." Just hearing her name set Adammair awash with emotion. He saw Coral's lovely face flash in his mind, and suddenly he was consumed with a lust that was not just for sex. It was for possession. With stealthy speed Adammair flipped Achtland over onto her belly. He saw before him only the dark locks of Coral's hair, the lovely heart shape of the ass he remembered from that night so many months before. He grabbed the hips that were so near to him and pressed the head of his large cock to the wet, smooth opening. He pushed inside of her only his head, teasing her mercilessly. She insisted on pushing back into him to feel his entire member make its way home, but he denied her each time. In his mind, Achtland had ceased to exist. "Is this how you like it lass?" he said in between breaths. He was on a razors edge only stroking her with his sensitive head, but his Coral deserved to be teased and played with. He would not rush their time together. Licking his thumb he coated it heavily with his saliva. He made his way to the little hole staring up at him and slid it in slowly. Her ass enveloped his digit, pulling it back in each time he stroked out. Losing his battle with control, he turned onto his back and brought her with him, moving her to sit on his firm organ. He slid back into her warmth, and she began a slow, sexy ride that made him harder than he knew he could be. Watching her face, her pert breasts, and her hips gyrate was a feast for the eyes. She rode him expertly, moving back and forth as well as up and down. He was buried inside of her. Achtland cried out as she began to orgasm. Adammair pulled her tight to him and began to increase the speed of his thrusts. Still he saw only Coral before him, most pleased with the intensity of her climax. He knew he was fucking her very hard and asked her lovingly if he was hurting her. "No my angel," he heard her voice reply, "You're perfection. Cum for me." Adammair let all things fade from his mind and felt only the intense pleasure of the tightening in his balls and the sweet flutter in his stomach. His sack was tight against the base of his cock, his hands dug in to Achtlands hips pulling her down onto him. The gush left his cock with a velocity and intensity that surprised him. He pumped his liquid into her, relishing each contraction that felt like heaven. For what seemed an eternity he came inside of her. Slowly his climax waned, and he pulled himself from the warm, tight hole. He collapsed onto the coverlet next to Achtland. "Oh Adammair," she said to him, "you must see Coral again, and soon." Drifting back to reality, Adammair opened his eyes and looked at Achtland. "Yes," she giggled, "it's me love, not Coral." "By all the Gods," he responded, "I really saw her before me. You faded away, and became her." "I'm trying not to be offended, seeing as I am THE Goddess of sex and lust," she teased. "But, really ...part of me was testing you. I have an idea as to why you've been so consumed with thoughts of Coral." "Oh Lord," Adammair said rolling his eyes, "You and your theories. I am consumed with Coral because I want to fuck her again. It's purely physical. I think I should know. After all, I am THE God of sex and lust." "Ugh," Achtland snorted with disgust, "you're impossible. Never mind then, be on your way. And just think, only 8 more months until you can visit Corals bed. I'm sure the time will pass quickly." Achtlands last comment struck a chord with Adammair. Eight months!! He could not keep pleasuring himself or pretending Achtland was Coral to satisfy his lust. He would go crazy with desire long before it was time to see her again. He must think of a way to bend the rule of being allowed only one annual visit with her. Achtland could see his wheels spinning. "Adammair, seek the council of Danu. She is our ruler, mother to us all. It is only she that can advise you, and perhaps grant the visit to Coral you seek." Adammair kissed Achtlands forehead as he took his leave of her. "Thank you dear friend," he said to her. "I will consider your advice. As always with you, this has been a most wonderful afternoon." With a single thought he was again on the banks of the river Barrow, walking in his favorite place where the water caressed lovely natural rock formations. He already felt empty, the pleasure of sex was fading and he was not in the mood to seek the company of friends, or of another woman. At least not any woman that wasn't Coral. He sat, and watched the horizon as the sun began to melt away into sunset. He closed his eyes and wished for sleep. Slumber came easily in the night air, and he dreamed again the familiar dream of Coral Brennan. Not just dreams of being inside of her soft, fleshy walls, but of being inside of her heart. As dawn broke Adammair leaned over the river bank and splashed the fresh flowing water onto his face. He stretched, then made his way up the bank to the path that led to the main road nearby. He was going in search of Danu and he hadn't a moment to waste, for each step he took was a step closer to Coral. Quenching Desire Ch. 03 Coral Brennan's life had not been the same since her 30th birthday. The morning after her party, she'd woken in the most exhilarated state she could remember. It was as if the world had gone from black and white to Technicolor. She felt like Dorothy after she had landed in Oz. Coral could only imagine the man she'd slept with had been hired by her friends. She could still feel his hands on her, could still smell his scent on her pillow. She thought about the feel of his plaited hair in her hands and it made her smile. She thought about tracking him down in the yellow pages. How many guys did gigolo acts as a sexy Gaelic God? She'd have the phone in her hand with various escort agencies numbers at the ready, but was never able to make the call. This was the man's occupation. How many women must want more after having him? She felt stupid even considering that he would want to hear from her. Days rolled into weeks and weeks into months. Some mornings Coral would awaken to her panties being absolutely drenched, her nipples hard, the feeling of needing to pleasure herself overwhelming. She would do so, with her hands or with her toys, and almost always the man who had called himself Adammair was in her mind as she began to come. To satisfy her curiosity Coral spend time at the local library researching the name Adammair. There was indeed such a man in Gaelic legend, though anyone with the capability to Google could have figured that out. Her curiosity over time had also gotten the best of her - she had made calls to all local agencies. She had not turned up an escort using the guise of a Gaelic deity. Her friends also kept denying any involvement, though that meant little in her mind. On nights when Coral was feeling particularly hormonal, she would cuddle up with the extra pillows on her bed and pretend she was feeling the heat of Adammair's embrace. She could feel the soft press of his lips against hers, the heat of his hands as he cupped her breasts. She would whisper his name and sleep soundly, only to wake up with out him. Frustration was setting in. On one particularly lovely evening, Coral opened the French doors off her bedroom to her veranda. She stood at the railing, feeling a light breeze push through her white negligee. She was feeling sexy, and as so many times before, she was thinking of Adammair standing behind her, his arms holding her soundly as his lips brushed at her neck. The moon wasn't full, but a lovely crescent shape. The north star was a brilliant accent to the lunar glow, and Coral dared to take a chance. "Adammair", she whispered, "come to me." Coral breathed in the night air. She could hear the flutter of bats and smell the lilac that was blooming in the garden below her veranda. She opened her eyes and at once felt silly. "Well", she muttered to herself, "it was worth a try." As she turned to walk into her bedroom Coral felt the breeze pick up considerably. Her hair blew into her face and she pulled it away instinctively. Glancing into her bedroom she could see the candles she had lit earlier in the evening had blown out. There was a sudden chill in the air, and Coral pulled the light outer wrap of her negligee over her breasts and her now hard nipples. As her eyes adjusted to the dark that enveloped her room, and she made out the shape of a man standing next to her bed. She gasped and made a noise of surprise, but right away she smiled and sighed. The broad shoulders, the plaits, the tattoos becoming visible in the moonlight. It could only be her Adammair. "Lass", she heard him say, "how long it has taken for you to call to me." He moved toward her slowly, and she could see the tartan of his kilt as he moved closer to the moonlight. She felt instantly feverish, and out of breath. "I ... I didn't believe you existed," she stammered. She was locked in place, watching him move toward her with the same smooth masculinity she remembered from all those months ago. He was suddenly in front of her, mere inches away. She looked up into his eyes, and his proximity reminded her of his size. He seemed overwhelming to her, the width of his shoulders, his height, the presence of him was ...an event. "Coral", he cooed to her, "I have traveled worlds and traded favors to be with you once more." Adammair set his large hand against her cheekbone and stroked his fingers into her hair. He took her in, revisiting all of the things he remembered loving about her. Her exquisite face, mesmerizing eyes, her firm, curvaceous body. He wanted her with such ferocity he feared harming her. Coral gushed juice of desire into her panties. His touch alone could elicit that kind of instant response. She closed her eyes and felt Adammair's lips brush against her eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and then her lips. It was a gentle brush at first, but then his lips exerted pressure, and finally she felt his tongue begging entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips and let him in. Words were of no use between Coral and Adammair. Their eyes said all that needed saying and as they touched each other after so much time. They were feeling home again. For several minutes they just stared into each others eyes, kissing softly with light stroking tongues as they smiled. Adammair untied the bow at Coral's neck, and the let the outer garment of her negligee fall away. All that was left was an ankle length see through gown. Adammair stepped back and enjoyed the sight of her. The swell of her full breasts pushed at the fabric, while the curve of her hips held him in a trance. There was no shadow at her mound, and he knew she must be freshly shaven. Coral slowly lifted her arms above her head, and he did as he knew she wanted, pulling the nightie over her head and letting it fall gently to the floor. Coral slid her hands slowly up Adammair's chest, feeling the taught muscle under her finger tips. She traced the intricate loops of his tattooing, following her fingers with her tongue. His skin was hot and salty. She loved the smell of him. He was so male, so sexual, so perfect, she felt she must be dreaming. He took her hands in his, and led them to unfasten his kilt. She heard the soft thud as the tartan hit the floor, and she knew he was naked underneath. He stepped toward her, and she felt the hardness of him press against her belly button. Quickly he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. His lips met hers in a hard, hot kiss that left her reeling. Their tongues danced and she threw her arms around his neck so he would never be able to leave her side again. Scooping her slight frame into his arms, Adammair picked up Coral as if she were a swan feather he'd found at the edge of the river. Her skin was soft and inviting and he simply could not have her close enough to him. He laid her down on the coverlet of her bed, never allowing their lips to part. In his mind he wanted to wait, to go slow, to feel the desire for her burn a hole in his heart before he took her. He could not wait. One glance at her underneath him and he simply needed to be enveloped by her, to be part of her body. She sat up slightly and moaned into his ear. "Oh God, take me now my love", she said hotly. Coral had no designs on taking this reunion slowly either. There was plenty of time to talk, to figure things out. For now, getting fucked by this unbelievable man was all consuming. He obviously felt the same way. He moved between her legs, and used his strong thighs to gain entrance to her. He looked down, and indeed she was smooth as a baby's bottom, looking virginal and in need of violation. She allowed her legs to fall open, and without any assistance from either one's hands he slid directly into her. He slid in smooth and fast, feeling the tip of his cock touch the deepest part of her instantly. He heard himself moan as if it was the first time he'd lain with a woman. Coral squeezed as tight as she could around him, feeling his amazing girth penetrate her. Her head was buried into his shoulder, her legs wrapped around the sexy shape of his lower back. He pulled back, but not all the way out, and made his way deep into her once again. She was sensitized immediately, and knew that if he moved inside of her like that just a few more times she would come. No man had ever had this effect on her, and as he stroked down into her a 3rd time she could feel herself breathing more deeply, searching for a way to catch her breath. Adammair could feel Coral's rock hard nipples dragging against his chest and it was driving him mad. For the first time ever in his adult life he was fearing for his self control, unsure of his ability to hold back what was sure to be an earth shattering orgasm. He moved from his elbows and rested his weight onto his hands, so he could deliver his strokes in a hard, powerful fashion. He was reminded instantly how much he loved, and had missed, fucking this amazing woman. Fearing an early release, Adammair pulled out of Coral and moved with lightning speed to her soft, smooth mound. He pushed her thighs apart and sank his tongue deep inside of her. Ahh! The sweet taste of honey! She was warm and wet, and he had no doubt that her desire for him matched his own. Her clit had turned into a hard pearl, and he rolled the little nub around with his tongue as best he could, reaching up to play her nipples as he did so. She was thrusting her hips into his face, and he inserted a finger into her hot hole for good measure. Coral felt as if she were on the verge of fainting. His large fingers were as full of pleasure as his cock, and she was fucking them with abandon. She could feel herself on the edge of coming, just waiting for that divine moment where the contractions would take over and it would be out of her control. Just as she was wondering when that moment would come, Adammair dipped a second a finger into her wetness, then slid it into her soft, tight ass. It was all she needed to let go and be instantly jolted into heaven. Adammair heard her scream and felt a rush of adrenaline. Pleasing Coral was unlike pleasing any other woman. It was all he needed to feel whole. As she came he continued to finger fuck her, to nibble on her pulsating clit. He could taste and feel the rush of fluid. Lifting her bottom from the bed he slid his tongue across her tight bottom entrance, and ran the tip of it all the way up her seam, past her clit and into her belly button. Coral's hips were still thrusting, so he obligingly placed his tongue back to where she could grind, where she could use his face as a fuck toy. She rode out her waves of pleasure, coating his face with her clear, fresh juices. Once he knew she was sated, he crawled up her body. "Let me return the favor my love", he said as he smiled at her. Coral scooted a bit under him so he could position himself above her face. On his knees next to her, Adammair looked every bit the God Coral knew him to be. She cupped his balls gently as he began to stroke himself over her loving smile. He began slowly, but within seconds of seeing her mouth open in anticipation of his load he stroked fast and hard. The pressure of her hands on his balls was perfection, and without warning he felt himself unloading onto her beautiful face. Pearlescent drops of come landed on her cheeks, her full red lips and neck. He stroked and squeezed until there was nothing left to give her. Coral reached up with her fingers and gathered up what she couldn't reach with her tongue. She looked Adammair directly in the eyes as she cleaned her face of his come, savoring the hot sweet taste of him. He lowered his face next to her, and kissed her deeply. "There are so many way's I need to have you", Coral said to him afterwards. "How long will you be here this time?" "Forever and a day lass", he said as he pulled her close. There was ample time to satisfy his lust for her. For now he just needed to hold her and feel her breathe against him. He could worry about the bargain he had made to make his visit with Coral possible some other time.