2 comments/ 8016 views/ 2 favorites Celtic Warrior 01: Ulrike's Quest By: Quantuman Celtic Warrior 1: Ulrike's Quest On the receding edge of the great Northern ice sheet Approximately 11,000 BC He was tumbling through the air when he became conscious. The cold rushing past him tried to pull his breath out of his lungs. He flayed his arms and legs desperate to find some stability and leverage. His falling body rotated and the earth below came into view; a great expanse of white to his left and bright shades of green to his right. He landed against a gentle sloping wall of ice and slid down at great speed. He catapulted out onto a green soggy field of grass and flowers tumbling and rolling until he came to a stop. He lay face down on the meadow and watched a trail of insects march by his nose. After several minutes, his breathing slowed and his confusion abated. He groaned, rolled over and looked back at the wall of ice. What happened? He couldn't remember. Who am I? Where am I? They weren't words of wonder. It was more like pure wonderment itself. He sat up and looked around. His body ached all over, but worst of all, he couldn't remember who he was. He had no idea where he came from except the sky. He crawled over to a small rivulet of water trickling out from the ice. As he cupped a handful into his mouth, he caught his reflection in the water and gasped. He didn't recognize himself. He stood up and his whole body reflected back in a small pool of water. The hair on his body was a soft yellow. On his head, it was long and cascaded over his shoulders. On his face, it was bushy and streaked with dark brown. His broad chest had thick curly brown hair that covered large, chiseled muscles. It ran down across his hard, flat belly, around what looked like a deformed miniature third leg and over his thighs. His form was completely alien to him. As sudden as his descent had been from the sky, he felt a deep ache inside consume his attention. He was hungry. Instinctual behavior kicked in and he sniffed the air. He closed his eyes. Yes...he smelled it. He needed to...kill and he needed to...feed. His eyes popped open with another realization. He needed to mate. He wasn't sure what any of that meant. Mate? What is mate? Feed? He let his instincts take over. Feed and fuck, a voice whispered soundlessly inside his head. Feed now. Fuck later. He heard all these words in his head, but he didn't know what they meant. His stomach craved...what? Food, the voice said. The area between his legs throbbed. He reached down and closed his fist around the smaller leg-like appendage that started growing long and hard. It rose up alive and wanting. He stared at this odd looking thing in his hand. To mate with, the voice whispered in his head. He squeezed the stiff thing and then let it go. He sniffed the air again, turned his head quickly as a tiny breeze brought a tantalizing odor into his flared nostrils and he grunted. Food. Feed now. With a speed that shocked and thrilled him, he leapt in long bounds across the meadow, over large boulders, and through a stand of tall trees. His golden mane flagged after him. There it is. A small creature, an almost hairless miniature of himself, casually strolled around a large bush picking purple berries and placing them in a bag. In an instant, he was on its back dragging it to the ground. It screamed only once before his razor sharp teeth bit into its tiny neck and tore a mouthful of flesh away. When he swallowed, a great flood of relief washed over him. The taste and sensation of it sliding into his stomach made him shiver with pleasure. Food, the voice said. He grunted and buried his face into the raw, oozing wound. The small creature struggle and kicked its legs. The flavor of the crimson red fluid that gushed from the wound made his smaller third leg throb with tension. He wanted to touch it and squeeze it, but the food and the feeding drew his attention away like a mighty wind. He secured his lips around the gaping wound and sucked the wonderful red juice. It filled him with great power and joy. The tiny body under him twitched and gurgled until there was nothing left to suck from the bite mark. Without knowing why, he tore open the small creature's chest and ripped out the piece of flesh that had still pulsed with a faint but rhythmic beat. Now it was still. He gazed at it as streams of red ran between his fingers. It was so wonderfully warm. He was thrilled how it felt in his hand. He smiled, ran his tongue over its surface and quickly devoured the tasty morsel. He fell onto his back and stared into the blue, cloudy filled sky. He tried to recall any shred of memory as to how he got in the sky and why he fell to this strange place. There was nothing. He could still see the ice sheet above the tops of the trees. His middle leg remained hard and achy. He looked at it and it stood straight up throbbing with energy. The large tip was flared on the edges; it was a dark purple color. He wrapped his wet, sticky hand around it and rubbed up and down. That felt good. The wonderful red fluid on his hand was still warm. The feel of it on his swollen flesh made him shiver. It was so slick and with each stroke he groaned with pleasure. Mate, the voice said. Instantly, he was back on his feet. Mate now. His dark eyes scanned the surrounding terrain. He sniffed the air, turned his head in the direction of another wind born odor. Mate! "Mate," he repeated the word, still uncertain what it meant. He licked the red juice that coated his lips and facial hair trying to clear his head of its strong, distinctive odor. He smelled the other as the wind shifted in his direction. It was a sweet, musky aroma. It made his achy middle leg twitch. Mate, the voice commanded. He bolted into the trees clutching the engorged thing between his legs. His heart surged with excitement and a broad smile played at his blood covered lips. A large settlement in Northwestern Gaul 263 BC The night air held an unseasonal chill. The smoky smell of dying fires came and went on the intermittent breeze. Somewhere across the settlement a dog barked. Ulrike carefully scanned the perimeter of Alesia. She looked over at Lena, her twin sister and back across at the farm lands that disappeared into the blackness of night. Ulrike and Lena were patrol partners; seasoned Celtic warriors pledged to die for the safety of their tribe and clan. Lena walked up and stood beside her sister. They were both lean, hardened warriors, bred, born and raised in the warrior clan. Being twins gave them status, but the respect they held had been earned on their own. "I don't like it," Lena said. "It's too damn quiet." Usually the night was filled with sound; frogs, crickets and animals domestic and wild. It was unnaturally quiet. Ulrike didn't speak but she nodded her head. Their bodies bore matching black body art. It appeared like flames following along the natural contours of their musculature and bone structure. The permanent markings swirled over shoulders, around elbows and ended in significant symbols on the flat expanses of skin. Little black dots accented their facial features. It was the work of their mother. The Celtic tribes fought notorious blood feuds. Each patrol pair had a sector of Alesia to watch over and guard. The sisters patrolled an area from the river on the south to the road north out of Alesia's main gate. Between the river and the road was a deep expanse of farm land and pasture for goats, sheep and cattle. Behind Alesia, the great mountains stretched into the clouds. Ulrike leaned her head back and sniffed the wind that blew up along the river valley. She sensed no human odors from that direction. "Let's head toward the road," she said. Lena nodded and instinctively moved away to make them less of a target. A small irrigation ditch ran parallel with their path. She leapt over it and trod out on the edge of the field. Ulrike moved closer to the town proper and scanned the fields in front of her twin. The buildings on Alesia's perimeter were associated with commerce, farming and military housing. The sisters lived in one of those buildings. They were a mixture of stone and heavy timber construction. The roofs were thatched with straw and most of them came almost to the ground. Lena carefully crept through the millet as high as her knees. Something was out there, but she couldn't get a sense of it. Ulrike watched her sister from the shadows of the stone barracks at her back. A thumb nail moon hung high in the sky. That great cloudy band of lights twinkled across the night sky. Ulrike heard a stone roll to her left and turned her head for only a moment. In that moment, Lena was gone. She bolted out toward the field, vaulted over the irrigation ditch and ran to where she last saw her sister. She listened; nothing. She sniffed the air; no Lena. As twins they always felt each other, even at a distance. Lena seemed to have disappeared. Ulrike turned back toward her barracks, stuck two fingers in her mouth and loudly whistled a pattern that signified, Alarm! Assistance Needed. Within fifty heart beats, two other warriors raced out between the buildings and looked into the field. Ulrike waved them over. When they came to her side, their swords were drawn. They were tall, muscular young men poised for battle and dressed very similar to Ulrike. A leather vest overlaid in chain mail covered their chests. A scant leather garment covered their groin area, and leather boots adorned their feet with crisscrossed leather straps running up their legs. A scabbard for their iron sword hung from a leather belt, and a small dagger fit into a pocket on one boot. Ulrike carried a bronze dagger. It was inferior in strength to iron, but it had been her mother's and her mother's before. It was like a talisman. "What's happening?" Gregor asked. "Lena was snatched. Right in front of me for Morrighan's sake!" Hans, the other male warrior shivered. He hated hearing the war goddess's name being taken in vain. "Morrighan be with us," he mumbled in prayer. Ulrike nodded still gazing across the field and into the tree line. Something moved. "There!" She pointed. Without taking her eyes from the spot, she raced toward the trees with the two other warriors behind her. When she reached the place, there was nothing. The tree line wasn't deep and she could see more fields beyond. Her breath heaved in her chest. Off to the left, in the direction of the river something ran through the grain field. Lena's still body was slung over its shoulder. It stopped and looked back at its pursuers. In the dark, it certainly looked like a man; a very large man, but its deep dark eyes reflected what little moon light there was and they shined bright white. Ulrike tore after them. Hans and Gregor tried to keep up but fell behind the long legged woman. When she finally reached the river, Lena and her captor had vanished. "May the goddess protect us," Hans said as he reached Ulrike. He was almost out of breath. "Did you see those eyes. Veldtae." Gregor scoffed. "Veldtae? Don't be stupid. That's a myth to frighten children." All three waited until their breath caught up with them. The Veldtae were thought of as mythical by most people who lived in large settlements such as Alesia. The people who lived in rural areas, however considered them as real as any other terror that slinked through the night. Ulrike had been raised in Alesia, but many of her family members were farmers, wood cutters and hunters. She had been taught to consider the Veldtae as real. She never doubted that fact, but her mother, a great warrior in her own right, had assured her, the Veldtae were long gone, destroyed by their ancestors centuries ago. "Go back, Hans," she said and put her hand on his shoulder. "Tell them Lena has been taken and Gregor and I are pursuing." She looked at Gregor to for his approval. He nodded. "Get a small squad together and follow us." Gregor and Ulrike turned to leave, but she stopped and looked back at Hans. "And bring a healer. Lena might be...injured." They raced along the river as Hans turned and ran back through the millet. Bruede stopped and dropped his prize on the ground. He was tired only because he hadn't eaten since before the Celt's village. He looked at the young one lying next to him. He placed his hand over her heart. It beat strong and steady and that only fed his hunger all the more. He resisted the urge to rip it out of her chest. The blow to the side of Lena's head wouldn't keep her unconscious for much longer. With any luck, he'd take her back to the great gathering in the northern territories of his island home; a gift for father. The aroma of her body stirred his hunger, but he had other plans for this tasty morsel. He pushed open her legs, lowered his face into her groin area and inhaled deeply. His manhood stirred between his legs. He so wanted to fuck her there and then, but her twin was moving fast. He could smell her too. "I'll have you both," he said and pulled up from Lena's exciting scent. He stood and stepped a few paces away. Her aroma was too great a distraction. He sniffed the breeze coming up the river. "Ummmm," he moaned slightly and licked his lips. Food. He threw Lena back over his shoulder and lapped his tongue over her bare midriff savoring the salty taste of her skin. He leapt into the darkness toward the smell of food and quickly disappeared. Only a short time later, Ulrike and Gregor burst into the small clearing where Bruede had rested with Lena. Ulrike could feel her now. She was so much closer. They stopped long enough to rest their breath. Gregor pulled out some dried meat from the small pouch at his waist, stuck a piece between his teeth and handed one to Ulrike. She gratefully took it and nodded her thanks. They didn't speak. A quick drink from the river, and they continued their pursuit. They followed the old river trail. A ferry crossing was not far away, and when its caretaker's little stone cabin and conical roof came into view, they stopped and scrutinized the area. Nothing moved. The air was still, but Ulrike could still sense her sister's presence. She looked at Gregor and whispered. "Slip along that ridge line and flank the cabin. I'll stay close to the river." Gregor nodded and disappeared into the darkness. The twin sisters were natural leaders, and he had no qualms taking her orders. Ulrike followed the trail and skirted along the water's edge. The large log ferry was gone. She cursed under her breath and started to jog toward the stone cabin. She put her hand over her mouth. The odor that filled her nose was one she smelled only on the field of battle. She didn't hesitate. She threw herself past the curtained door with her sword drawn and her bronze dagger in hand. Lying in distorted repose was the old caretaker. She knew him well from the many river crossings she had made during warfare. Gregor came in behind her. "Morrighan," he said breathlessly. The old man's throat was torn out. Only a small trace of blood lay pooled at his head. His chest was laid open and his heart was missing. His dead eyes stared at the ceiling; his mouth was frozen in a silent scream. Gregor gagged and went back out. Ulrike knelt at the old man's side, shut his mouth and closed his eyes. She kissed his forehead. "Sleep in the arms of the goddess," she said and staggered outside; then she howled a long, high pitched scream that came up from the bottom of her lungs and the pit of her soul. Well down river, Bruede turned when he heard the Celtic warrior's cry. Lena stirred and tried to sit up. His fist smashed into her jaw and she went back out. "Come and get me, bitch," he said aloud. "I've got something waiting just for you." He reached down and gripped his cock looking at the little one next to him. He closed his eyes. He wanted to mate so badly; to feel her cunt contract around his aching member as he filled her warm body with his seed. He reached over and tore off Lena's loin covering. It brought her closer and her leg flopped unconsciously over his. He plunged his hand into her crotch, spread the lips of her cunt and drove a finger inside her. He brought it out and placed it under his nose inhaling the scent of her womanhood. He shuddered, crawled between her legs and with the aid of his hand, worked the head of his enormous cock back and forth opening the tight, little fuck hole he needed to fill with his seed. He grunted as the bulbous head slid past her virgin lips. With one brutal thrust, he buried his cock inside her. Lena didn't stir. It wasn't as satisfying as a cunt awake with lust or even terror, but it would do. He started pounding his hips against her. His cock slid in and out, lubricated by the blood of Lena's ruptured maidenhead. Faster and fasert he fucked her unconscious body. He tore away her chain mail and vest. Her tiny breasts jiggled with each thrust of his hips. He preferred to mate with Celtic bitches that had a little more meat on their bones, but this one felt good enough. She had a warrior's lean, hard body. He liked fucking warriors. He loved fucking virgins. Her tight cunt sent shock waves of pleasure through him as he moved his meat in and out. When his climax erupted and his seed spilled into her in powerful spurts, his abdomen muscles contracted and spasmed in delicious waves of pleasure. He bent his head back and howled. Ulrike stepped outside, came up behind Gregor and wrapped her arms around him. He turned and hugged her to his chest. Only the solace in the arms of another warrior would steel their strength. They stood there for many moments sharing their energy with each other. "I must go one," she said placing her cheek against his cold chain mail. "Of course," Gregor replied. "As long as there is hope. Lena must be alive, or we would have found her body." "May all the gods and goddesses of the Wyrd protect her," Ulrike whispered a prayer. A ripple of tension sparked through both of them and they leaned away and stared into each other's eyes. Ulrike's eyes glazed slightly as a thought snatched her attention. She pushed away from Gregor. "The caretaker had a small raft just down river. I remember it from our last crossing." Gregor nodded, and they raced to the other side of the cabin. It was there, tethered to the bank by a braided rope of hemp. Ulrike untied it and turned to her brother warrior. "Wait for the others. Build a larger raft and follow." "Don't be foolish, Ulrike. We should stick together." "No, no," she said to him. "Think! Someone needs to tell them where I've gone and what has happened." He nodded and made an expression of resignation. She took his face in her hands. "Give me your breath, brother," she said and pressed her lips to his. He inhaled deeply through his nose and blew into Ulrike's mouth. She breathed it in. "Morrighan be with you," he said and kissed her forehead. "And I better see you again, Ulrike. I always wanted to mate with you." He grinned trying to lighten the mood. She laughed and slapped his ass. "In your dreams," she said. After hesitating, she added, "Gregor..." She threw herself in his arms and kissed his mouth. "Of all my brother warriors..." She touched the side of his face. "...you'd be the last I'd fuck." She laughed and slapped him again. "But I would fuck you." "You couldn't handle this," he said grinning and grabbed his crotch. She stuck out her tongue. "You couldn't handle this," she grabbed her own crotch. They were laughing when they heard it; a far off howl that drifted along the surface of the water. Ulrike stopped long enough to look at Gregor. The mood of levity they had worked so hard for vanished in an instant. He motioned for her to go. She pushed the raft out onto the river, jumped on board and the current swept her away. She didn't look back. All her senses were tuned toward what lay ahead. Gregor watched until she was gone. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head. Celtic Warrior 01: Ulrike's Quest "Keep her in your sight," he whispered to Morrighan, the Goddess of War. "Surround her in your light," he prayed also to Danu, the mother of all goddesses. Dawn broke over the distant mountains in the East and Ulrike awoke with a start. She cursed herself for falling asleep. The slow lazy river continued to move her small raft toward the sea, still a few days away. By the time the sun was high enough to cast its direct warmth on her skin, she drifted around a small sand bar, and the larger, abandoned ferry was wedged in the sand. She paddled close enough to jump and waded ashore. Her eyes stayed focused on the terrain around her. Lena's clothing lay in shreds next to her long sword on the deck of the ferry. Ulrike picked them up and held them to her chest. Her heart filled with sorrow and rage, and she screamed as she did over the caretaker's body. She screamed as loud as she could. She wanted the beast to know she was coming. She slung Lena's chain mail over her head, tied her scabbard and sword to her belt and proceeded to the edge of the forest. She scanned the ground for foot prints. He had made no attempt to cover his tracks. "Okay," she whispered. "You want me to find you. That's just fine." She withdrew her own sword and followed. Bruede was hungry again. The pace was getting to him. The twin's progress was impressive, and he admired her tenacity and determination. "Time to change the game a little," he said. His powerful sense of smell led him to a small cone shaped hut. Its thatched roof came nearly to the ground typical of Celtic homes. A cooking fire smoldered outside the door. He sniffed the air; two females and one male. He smiled; a family unit. He would feed on the parents and fuck the daughter. Perfect. Bruede laid Lena on the ground. Except for her boots, she was naked. She began to awaken and he didn't want to knock her out again for fear of killing her. He untied her leggings, removed her boots and used the leather strips to bind her wrists and ankles. He pulled them tight and tied them together behind her back. "Dinner time," he mumbled as he trod to the hand hewn wooden door and knocked. "Hello. Is anyone home?" "Who is it, and what do you want?" It was an old man's voice by the sound of it. "My companion is injured. Can you help?" After a few moments of silence, the door cracked open and the old man looked out. "My wife is injured," Bruede said in a soft convincing voice keeping his face lowered. The old man stepped out to look, and before his victim knew what was happening, Bruede twisted his neck breaking the bones. He carefully caught the old man and lowered him to the ground. He didn't fancy feeding on old people unless he was starving. Their life force was already weak and tasteless. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. A middle aged woman looked up from her sewing and frowned. Must be his daughter and granddaughter. Bruede bowed and smiled. "Good day to you madam," he said like a high brow Celtic lord. It was his teeth she noticed. They were longer than her people's teeth and each one ended in a sharp point. Then she focused on how tall and broad he was. Her heart started beating very fast. He heard it. He could see it pulsing in her neck and temples. "Father," she called out and tried to look passed Bruede. "I'm sorry, dear," he said, "He can't answer you because I broke his neck." She dropped her sewing and scrambled toward a small sword hanging on the central support post of the house. Bruede let her pull it and face him. He smiled. A young woman, the daughter, screamed from a darkened corner of the house and plastered herself against the wall as far away as she could get. Bruede closed his eyes and sniffed the room. He savored the aroma of food on the small table and the herbs hanging from the beams. He loved the smell of these things even if the thought of eating them disgusted him. The woman raised the sword high above her head with a brave but terrified look on her face. Before she even noticed that he had moved, he was standing in front of her, face to face, touching his bare, burly chest against her heaving bosom. He gently removed the sword from her hand and dropped it on the hard packed dirt floor. She made no move to resist. Her eyes were paralyzed on the dark, cat like orbs in his face. His pupils dilated until they were a solid black. She could see her own reflection on their shiny surface. He gently pushed the hair back from her face. She was very pretty for a Celt. If the daughter wasn't there, he'd feed on the old man and fuck the mother, but he could feel her heart racing and it drove his blood lust to a frenzy. He kissed her forehead, kissed the side of her face and whispered in her ear. "This will only hurt for a moment." He bit deeply into her neck. She screeched and collapsed against his chest, clutching at him to stay on her feet. The daughter screamed again from across the room. He sucked on the wound, swallowed her blood and reveled in how wonderful it felt draining the life force out of her. When the blood flow slowed, he bit deeper severing the big artery there and it gushed into his mouth. She made no further sounds, but her body twitched and convulsed as her essence ebbed out satisfying his hunger. When she hung lifelessly in his arms, he dropped her to the floor and looked up at the daughter with a bloody smile. The girl screamed. She looked to be in her the early years of her second decade. He held up a finger. "Excuse me a moment, but I'm not quite finished here." He knelt at her mother's side, tore open her bodice exposing her breasts. The daughter continued to scream. Bruede plunged his dagger like finger nails into her chest and tore it open using both of his hands. The sound of her ribs breaking brought louder screams from the daughter, who now cried uncontrollably calling her mother's name over and over. Bruede ripped the mother's heart out, bent over and devoured it like the predator that he was. When he finished, he licked his lips and wiped them off with the dead woman's clothing. He stood up. "Now, what should I do about you," he asked walking slowly to where the young woman lay scrunched against the wall? "Let's see, I've already fed, so I don't need to kill you and eat you." As he neared her, she whimpered and cringed. Her eyes were riveted on him. "But look at what I have here." He parted the folds of his loin cloth and his massive cock stood out. Its one fierce eye stared at her. He squeezed it in his hand making the fat head even fatter. "You are going to have to help me with this." He knelt near her feet. He touched her bare toes and she flinched away drawing her knees against her chest. "I promise not to hurt you. Just listen to my voice for a minute, and what ever you do not look into my eyes." He crawled over the top of her and stared into her face. "Don't look into my eyes." She couldn't help herself. Her gaze fell on his black piercing orbs. "Just relax and surrender to my will." His gaze reached into her soul. "Give yourself to me. You'll like it. You'll beg me for more. Surrender to me." As he spoke, he caressed her little feet, running his fat fingers between her toes. She whimpered and moaned but didn't move. She was paralyzed with fear and fascination. She felt like she was swimming in his eyes. His hands caressed up her legs gently parting them as they passed her trembling knees. "Your skin is so soft," he whispered. "Feel the skin on my leg; how rough it is." Her hand, as if it had a will of its own, fell down on his thigh and she ran her fingers over his hairy skin. Her breathing was now deep and steady and her mouth hung open. Her eyes were wide and lost in his blackness. "Put your hand around my cock," he said in a soft, sexy voice. She didn't have to look. It was only a finger width away from her hand, and she could feel the heat radiating off the massive prick. She touched it with her finger tips before encircling her hand around its fat girth. "Squeeze it." She gripped it tighter and felt it throb in her palm. His incredibly long tongue darted out of his mouth and lapped across her lips. He probed her mouth with it, and as it swirled around dancing against her tongue she sucked on it and he made an approving sound. He sat up and starddled her. In one quick move, he tore her clothes off exposing her youthful feminine form. Their eyes remained locked in an entranced gaze. She had small but ample breasts and she bore the start of body art her mother had begun adorning her with. He pinched her nipples and she moaned. He smiled. "See, I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll beg me to fuck you over and over again." He took both her hands and wrapped them around his cock. He raised up just high enough to reach under and slide his fingers into her wet, moist center. He pushed a finger inside her and she groaned and winced with pain. "Don't worry. That pain is only minor. Once I start fucking you, you're going to feel like you are on top of the world." He pulled his hand up and sniffed her wetness that glistened on the tip of his finger. He spread her legs, pushed her knees up and lowered his face into her soft mound feminine flesh. As his tongue probed her, he felt it hit her maidenhead. She moaned and ran her fingers into his long, matted hair. He smiled as he licked her wet, hot cunt. Virgins; am I lucky or what. He raised up and fell between her legs. "Guide my cock into your cunt," he said, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue. She gripped the large shaft and rubbed the bulbous head up and down the slit of her outer lips. Her eyes never left his. He smiled and nodded. "Good girl." As soon as he felt his cock head pass her outer lips, he slammed his hips against her tiny body impaling her on his meat. She screamed in agony and he groaned with pleasure. The blood from her ruptured maidenhead flowed around his cock, and he withdrew it letting the blood flow fill in the empty space. Then he plunged back in. Again she screamed but less loudly. Once more he pulled out and drove his cock deeper. She only cried a little but her body began to move with his thrusts. "Now you're good and juicy." He began to fuck her with long fast strokes. Her body trembled and twitched as she rocked against him, moaning and grunting each time his manhood plunged inward. Faster and faster his hips pummeled her. He reached under her, gripped her ass in his hands and raised her up. He pulled her against him, holding his hips still. He used the strength in his arms to pull her on and off his cock as fast as he could. The look on her face was a mixture of extreme terror and ecstatic pleasure. That pleased him. When he felt his climax boiling up inside his loins, he laid her back down and fucked fast and furiously. Moments before his seed exploded out of him, he fell forward and buried his face into her neck. Timed perfectly with that first wonderful squirt of his juice, he sank his teeth into her skin and bit down opening up a small hole for her blood to seep out on his tongue. She was too lost in her own orgasm to even know what had happened. With each spurt, he sucked and drew her warm, succulent blood into him. This is how he liked to spill his seed. His body convulsed in the delicious glow of feeding and fucking at the same time. As his release subsided, he pulled away from her and rolled over on his side next to the poor girl. His seed continued to ooze out of his cock. Her body twitched and spasmed. He cuddled her tenderly and licked the trickle of blood running down her neck. "You'll live little one," he whispered and kissed the side of her face. "You'll dream about me and pray that I return." He placed a hand over her lower belly. He felt for any signs that his seed had taken root in her womb, but there was none. Just as well. I'd only have to come back and kill you both. He went back out side to check on Lena. She was awake now, and he picked her up by the leather ties and carried her into the house. She tried to bite his leg and he laughed as he threw her down on the floor. "My sister is coming for you," she snarled. "I know my little twin. I've been leaving her a wide trail. I won't let her catch us until I'm ready." Lena spit at him, and he leaned near and slapped her face. Lena winced at the sting on her cheek and looked around at the scene of horror. "Who are you?" "You know who I am," he said and bared his teeth and clawed fingers. "Veldtae," she said in a hushed tone. He laughed out loud. She glared at him. "Are you going to feed on me too?" He smiled and shook his head. "I have something very special for you, my pet. You'll be my little surprise for your sister when I finally let her catch up with us." He moved behind her, sat down and pulled her into his lap with her back against his chest. She tried to grab his cock and pinch it, but her tied hands made it too awkward. It only made him laugh. He placed his wrist up to his mouth and bit in until a steady flow of blood started running down his arm. His other hand gripped Lena's head to hold it still, and he ground his bleeding wrist into her mouth. He held it so tight to her lips; it forced the blood to flow in filling her mouth until she had to swallow. She squirmed and kicked and tried to pull away, but he was too strong. Mouthful after mouthful of the Veldtae's blood flowed down into Lena's stomach. She gagged but still he held it tight forcing his blood into her mouth. Her body began to twitch. Her stomach felt like it was on fire. It radiated out through her torso and gradually travelled down her legs and up her arms. When the fire filled her head, she began to convulse and vomit. She lost all consciousness of where she was. She was swept into a sensation she had never felt before. Her whole body burst into flames, her soul felt consumed by the fire and when he released her, she flopped around on the floor, foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal dying from its sickness. He stepped outside and howled for Ulrike's sake. "Come get your sister, bitch," he whispered. He scooped up Lena's unconscious body, draped it over one shoulder and bound into the forest, breaking branches and leaving foot prints. He was far head of Ulrike when she arrived at the little house of horror. She examined the old man first, and even though she knew the Veldtae and Lena were gone, she drew her sword and entered the house. Her first sight was the mother, butchered in the Veldtae's own special way. When she noticed the girl, she raced to her side. She was still unconscious, but alive. She wondered why he didn't kill the girl too. Strange creatures, these Veldtae. She removed the mother's body and buried the dead next to the cabin. Still the young girl slept. Just as well. Ulrike knelt at the graves and prayed to the goddess. "Danu, great mother, show me the way. I can not leave this girl alone, and yet I need to follow my sister. We are your humble servants. What must I do?" A stiff breeze suddenly swept out of the forest and blew against Ulrike. She looked up and a beautiful woman stood at the edge of the clearing. Her shear white gown waved around her accentuating the voluptuous curves of her body. "Danu," Ulrike gasped and lowered her eyes. "I am not Danu, my precious," the woman was instantly standing at her side. "I am also just a humble servant. Danu has called me to you." She placed her hand on Ulrike's head. He great feeling of warmth and security radiated into Ulrike. "Who are you?" Ulrike asked standing up. "My name is Lilli. Help me make a transom, and we'll take the young one to my haven." "Lilli, I must follow the Veldtae and my sister." "This girl will die if we leave her alone. I can not move her by myself. Besides the Veldtae won't leave you behind. He's playing with you. He wants you to find him." Ulrike made an expression of frustration and disgust. "But my sister..." "Your sister is lost. You can't help her. The Veldtae has been feeding her his blood." Ulrike staggered backward with a look of horror on her face. "How do you know this?" "Ulrike, I am seer. Just as I know who you are, I know these things. The Wyrd speaks to me. I am quite familiar with the ways of the Veldtae. Your sister is lost, and when you do find her...," Lilli leaned in and looked at Ulrike with an expression of great compassion and sadness. "When you see your sister again, I suggest you kill her as quickly and as mercifully as you can." Ulrike put her face in her hands and wept. It took until dusk to fashion the transom, and move the young girl to Lilli's abode. It had two stone walls constructed against a large cave-like niche in the face of a rock outcropping. It formed a large room that tucked back into the mountain with a chimney-like structure at the top. The door was made from one heavy plank of hard wood with hammered iron hinges. A small trickle of water from a natural spring flowed inside and down the rock face. It pooled in a basin hewn from solid stone before it over flowed and ran out through an opening in the wall. Lilli made a comfortable bed for the unconscious girl while Ulrike sat brooding on a wooden bench near the open fire. She watched the smoke drift up through the room and whisk itself out through the chimney vent in the ceiling. Lilli sat down next to her on the bench and placed an arm around her shoulders. Ulrike leaned against her and put her head on the seer's shoulder. Lilli stroked her hair for a few moments, and then kissed her forehead. "Your heart, so pure and fiery, his way too heavy," Lilli said. "Rest here awhile and regain your strength. I promise you the Veldtae won't go far. He wants you. The voice of the Wyrd has whispered in my ear. You have an important fate with the Veldtae and here with me also." Ulrike lifted her head and looked into Lilli's eyes. They were deep pools of blue. Her blond hair cascaded down around her shoulders. Her skin was like pale alabaster. Lilli caressed Ulrike's face, ran her fingers across her lips and touched her as a blind person does seeing with their hands. She leaned closer and kissed her cheek. Ulrike felt so comfortable with seer's arm around her. She knew about love between two women. For the female warriors of her clan it was almost the norm. Ulrike had never had a lover. Her dedication had always been to serve the warrior spirit, the Goddess Morrighan. With Lilli's simple, tender kiss, her heart started to beat faster. Lilli continued to stroke her hair and face. "You are so lovely," Lille said in a hushed tone. She took Ulrike's chin in her hand and tilted her head back, gazed into her eyes and gently brushed her lips across Ulrike's open mouth. Ulrike's breath stilled in her chest. She had never felt this way before. No one had ever kissed her like that. Lilli's hand slid behind the warrior's head and she pulled her in for a deeper kiss. Ulrike trembled as the tip of Lilli's tongue brushed across her lips. She put her hand on Lilli's back and a spark of fire rushed through Ulrike and raced down to her virgin womanhood and blossomed like a beautiful flower. Ulrike floated on Lilli's embrace. "Come and lie with me," Lilli said. "Let me hold you in my arms." Ulrike was entranced. Even if she didn't want to, she couldn't have resisted. But she did want to, more than anything else at this moment. She wanted to hold Lilli in her arms and be kissed again and again. Lilli moved behind Ulrike and removed the warrior's chain mail. She untied the leather straps and opened the iron buttons that held on Ulrike's simple attire. The warrior's clothing fell to the floor. Lilli walked around her examining the beautiful Celtic artistry that someone had needled into the warrior's flesh. Her fingers lightly trailed over her skin like feathery kisses. Ulrike wanted to touch her, but she could barely move. Her legs trembled. The wet heat inside her continued to build. Lilli bunched her silk gown up around her full hips and crawled onto the bed. She pulled Ulrike down and they curled up on Lilli's soft mattress of animal skins and snuggled into each other's arms. Ulrike was thrilled and terrified. The light of the open fire danced over the bodies and around the dark room. Celtic Warrior 01: Ulrike's Quest "I've never done this before," she whispered falling into the intoxicating aroma of Lilli's hair, breath and skin. "I know, my sweet." Lilli replied. The heat was rising between them and Ulrike was glad to be lying down. She felt like she would have fainted if she were still standing. The silk gown that Lilli wore was something that Ulrike had never felt against her skin before. She ran her hands over Lilli exploring her wonderful soft curves. One of Lilli's knees slipped between Ulrike's legs, and it pressed against her vulva forcing a moan from her throat. Her body twitched uncontrollably, and Lilli hugged her tighter crushing her large breasts into Ulrike's hard, lean body. "Druantia is smiling on us," Lilli spoke softly against Ulrike's ear. Druantia was the Goddess of Passion. Ulrike had never known Durantia, but she had heard of her and all of the deities that ruled this world. Ulrike could feel it too; not like the seer whose body and soul had surrender long ago to the voices in the Wyrd. It just felt so perfect and so pure. For this brief moment, she completely forgot the horror she was questing. Lilli sat up and pulled the soft silk over her head. Her skin was as white as milk. Her golden hair framed her face with radiance. Her nipples were rose colored points at the end of two magnificant breasts. She caressed Ulrike's face and smiled so sweetly. She traced one finger over Ulrike's lips. "Ulrike, I know you're a virgin. I am a virgin as well." Her fingers continued to caress the features of the warrior's face. They found a small scar under her chin, and she explored it with tenderness. "I have always known there would be someone some day." Her hand gently ran down Ulrike's neck and across her chest finding another scar below one collar bone. She touched it as though she were caressing the most intimate part of Ulrike's body. Ulrike was overwhelmed by Lilli's touch; she didn't know what to do. Lilli smiled sensing her predicament. She placed a finger over her lips as though Ulrike was going to speak. "Lay still, my love," she said, leaned down and kissed Ulrike on the lips. Her tongue slipped out and explored her mouth. Ulrike shivered. The heat between her legs had become almost unbearable. "It feels like you've done this before," Ulrike managed to say. Her breath came and went like she had been running. "No my love," Lille replied and sat back up. "The goddess is directing us. Give me your hand." She took one Ulrike's hands and placed it between her breasts in the center of her chest. "Now close your eyes." Ulrike wanted to touch Lilli's breasts and nipples, but she closed her eyes and felt the warmth that flowed into her palm. Lilli placed one of her hands in the same spot on Ulrike's chest. "This feeling we are sharing is a gift from the spirit of the Druantia. She has drawn us together. Her purpose is our purpose. Feel my love light, my sweet Ulrike. Send me your love light. Pour it out into my hand. I give all I have to you. It is all a gift from the Wyrd." Ulrike opened her eyes. Her breathing had calmed, the heat between her legs had subsided and she felt more relaxed and at peace than at any time in her life. She moved her hand, ever so slowly until her fingers followed the soft curve of Lilli's breast. She cupped the perfect orb, gently squeezed it and then brushed her fingers over one of Lilli's nipples. It responded to her tough, became hard and little bumps popped out on the surface of the areola. Lille arched her back and moaned. Hearing Lilli moan made Ulrike smile. It also made the heat start up again inside her loins. Her heart beat quickened. Ulrike sat up, still holding Lilli's breast and teased the nipple with her thumb. "I want to touch you all over," Ulrike said breathlessly. Lilli opened her pale blue eyes and smiled. She held out her arms "My love, I am yours." They melted into an embrace, and the sudden touch of their breasts threw hot oil on the fire. Their lips and tongues came together in a wet hungry kiss. Lilli took one of Ulrike's breasts in her hand and rubbed her palm over and over the rock hard nipple. She pushed the warrior down, leaned in and kissed the nipple, touching it with the tip of her tongue. Ulrike groaned and squirmed on the soft quilt of rabbit skins. Little whimpering sounds escaped from her mouth as Lilli sucked her nipple into her mouth. She felt like she was being swept over a waterfall of liquid fire. Lilli continued to explore Ulrike's body as she sucked on her nipples. There were many little areas of puckered flesh all over the warrior's battle scared body. Each time Lilli's hands found one, she touched it with tenderness and love, trying to feel the pain and sacrifice Ulrike must have experienced. Ulrike shivered and groaned. Lilli's lips on her nipples and her hands caressing her old war wounds sent ripples of intense pleasure into Ulrike's womanhood. She became aware of places inside her body she didn't even know existed. Her warrior spirit reared up and charged. She easily wrestled Lilli over on her back just to look at her. Her body was a living sculpture of feminine curves. Her hair was like golden silk ribbon. Her eyes were like a pale blue sky. Her crimson lips were like the petals of a rose. Ulrike's eyes lingered on Lilli's breasts. They had sagged slightly to the side and the nipples flattened out. She wanted to show Lilli how good it felt to have them sucked. Her waste narrowed only to flare again at her hips. A slight belly curved down to a soft golden bush of curly hair covering a moist slit with thin lips peeking out. Her legs were long and curvaceous and her tiny feet had perfectly proportioned toes. When Ulrike's eyes swept back up to Lilli's face, Lilli smiled, placed a hand on her knee and dragged her finger tips up and down. Ulrike straddled the seer, leaned her face down between her magnificent breasts and inhaled. Lilli's scent reminded her of a spring meadow in the great mountains. She took one breast in her hands, gentled massage it, rubbed her nose across the nipple and then took it into her mouth. Lilli gasped. "Ulrike, my sweet Ulrike." She was barely audible. She cradled her arms around the warrior's head. Ulrike loved the feel of Lilli's nipple inside her mouth. As the areola stiffened and the nipple extended reaching out for her tongue, Ulrike ran a hand over Lilli's hips savoring the feel of her soft luxurious curves. It was Lilli's turn to squirm. "It's starting to feel like you've done this before too," Lilli said with a breathless chuckle. Ulrike laughed seeing Lilli's point. Her body instinctively knew what to do as she continued to melt and merge into Lilli. Her hand explored Lilli's belly, feeling the radiant life inside her. She hovered over the area of Lilli's womb. "Lilli," Ulrike whispered kissing up across her chest and neck. "I...I..." "And I do too, my sweet," Lilli filled in the gaps. When Ulrike's lips found Lilli's, they lay breast to breast and kissed for the longest time. "My darling," Lilli whispered into Ulrike's ear with a kiss. "We are one. Do you feel it?" "Lilli," she struggled to reply. "I feel it. Yes, yes, yes." Her kisses became more urgent and hungry. Ulrike pressed her hot sex against Lilli's leg. She desperately wanted to feel something of Lilli inside her. Lilli's breath and heart beat matched Ulrike's and they undulated against each other bringing their hot moist centers as close together as they could. Lilli grabbed one of Ulrike's hands and pulled it down into her golden forest wet with arousal. Ulrike gasped as her fingers touched the puffy outer lips of Lilli's mound. "Touch me," Lilli choked out. Ulrike's fingers softly rubbed up and down through Lilli's pubic hair. It was so soft and so hot and so very, very wet. Ulrike put her open lips against Lilli's neck. "Ahhh," she inhaled sharply as Lilli's hand tickled its way across her womanhood mirroring the activity of Ulrike's hand. Lilli parted her outer lips and was immediately greeted by the wet slick inner labia of Ulrike's sweet honey pot. Ulrike's fingers discovered much the same between Lilli's legs. They touched each other like this for a long time kissing and nibbling on each other's mouths. They rubbed little circles all around the inner lips passing over those little pearls of pleasure nested at the top of their cunts. Lilli gentlely started to probe her finger into Ulrike's tight, hot tunnel. Ulrike made a little squeak and followed Lilli's lead, sliding her finger tip just inside the entrance of Lilli's tiny opening. Lilli tried to speak. Her breath heaved in her chest and her heart pounded in her ears. "Ulrike, slide your finger inside me until you feel my maidenhead." Ulrike stopped kissing her to give all her attention to the one finger that was nestled in the oily folds of Lilli's sex. She moved very slow, sliding her finger in. Lilli's cunt contracted around it as if to hold it prisoner in her heat. Ulrike felt it. There it is. Her finger was bared entry by a thin silky membrane of spongy flesh. Ulrike smiled. She liked touching Lilli like this. Lilli's eyes were closed. Having Ulrike inside her was a revelation. She now knew that the Wyrd had spun this web even before they were born. She had waited all her life for Ulrike and this moment. It was fitting now that she thought about it, that her soul mate would be a warrior. The seer and the warrior; what a perfect pairing for the tapestry the Wyrd was weaving. "Don't stop," she said and kissed Ulrike's gaping mouth biting on her bottom lip. She gently slid her finger deeper into Ulrika until she found what she was looking for. Just as it was with her warrior lover, Lilli's finger found no convenient door into Ulrike's inner feminine sanctum. Her finger tip rested against Ulrike's maidenhead. They had to surrender their virginity and surrender themselves to each other. "I've waited my whole," Lille said. "Maybe even many life times, to lay like this with you, touch you like this and feel you inside me like this. These are places where we've never let another person enter. I want you, Ulrike. I feel the blessing of the goddess. I feel our connection in the web of the Wyrd. Will you have me as your own?" Ulrike was now feeling like a whirlwind was sweeping her away. Everything was happening so fast. Lena was gone; the Veldtae had thrown down a gauntlet and she and Lilli, a gorgeous seer, and probably a sorceress, lay finger fucking each other on a bed of rabbit skins. "I don't ever want this to end," Ulrike said. She was shocked hearing herself say that, but it was true. "I know this seems sudden, but how else could it be my sweet? In the web woven by the Wyrd, time means nothing. From here," Lilli said touching Ulrike's chest. "To here." She touched her own chest. "A strong beautiful thread connects us to the spirits. I want you. Will you have me?" Their fingers remained cuddled against their maidenheads. "How could I not want you?" Ulrike exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever truly loved another person before. I am yours." They kissed softly. Lilli placed her free hand over the hand of Ulrike's that impaled her. "Put your hand on mine," she said. Ulrike slid her fingers over Lilli's hand and felt her own sex, wet and hot, open and filled with Lilli's fingers. "When I tell you, stiffen your finger inside me." She took a deep breath and struggled to speak. "I will do the same inside you." They briefly kissed too out of breath to lock lips for very long. "When I say, 'now,' jamb my finger through your maidenhead as I will do with you. Give me your innocence. Mine now and forever belongs to you." Lilli stared into Ulrike's eyes. "I love you my precious Ulrike." "I love you Lilli." They remained in eye contact. They panted in perfect unison. The fire flared up in the room spilling orange light onto the glassy surface of their eyes and danced over their skin. It also flared up inside them. The heat and moisture seeped out around their hands. The muscles of their swollen sex relaxed suddenly as if to say we surrender. "Now!" Bruede let his new pet feed. What used to be Lena, Celtic warrior, was now a wild eyed, ravenous monster filled with an insatiable hunger and lust. At every opportunity, he fed her more of his blood and filled her womb with more of his seed. The combination always drove these little people completely insane. Usually he'd have killed her by now. When they got this crazed, they were harder to control. Lena's face was buried in the neck of a small boy. His legs had already stopped kicking. His life force was almost gone, and Lena sucked it out making wild predatory sounds like a starving wolf. Bruede look at her on her knees with her bare ass in the air. He had just fed too and the fire was returning to his cock. He stepped over the mother's empty, lifeless body and stood behind Lena. Her exposed sex wagged at him as she groveled in the blood lust. "You do have a perfect little fuck hole." He scooped up a handful of blood pooled on the floor and coated his ridged member. He chuckled and gripped Lena's hips guiding his engorged shaft to her parted lips. As he usually did, in one swift motion, he slammed it home. Lena only grunted and pushed back against him making sounds of approval. He fucked her hard and fast. He was growing tired of her, and he was more than anxious to have a go at her twin. "Come on. Come get your sister you stupid bitch." His hips hammered Lena and his large balls slapped against her. His climax raced into his groin and when he exploded inside her, he drove his cock all the way into her womb. He pumped his seed inside Lena as she continued to wallow in the blood of the boy. Bruede howled. Not because he was particularly satisfied sexually. Actually he was now thoroughly bored with Lena. He howled in hopes that the twin would hear his victory. "I'm still here, bitch. I'm buried in her cunt. Her womb is full of my seed. Come and get me." He pushed off of Lena and dragged his cock out of her sloppy wet hole. He looked at her in disgust. She continued to feed after the boy's life was gone. She still made sounds like a wild, starving animal and showed no reaction to what he had just done to her. "Fuck this," he said and grabbed Lena by the hair. He tilted her head back, reached around and ripped Lena's throat out. She fell across the boy and twitched until she was dead. Her black blood pooled out on the floor. "You won't come to me little twin, then I'll come to you." He stepped outside and sniffed the air. A smile fell over his lips. "So you're with the witch. Maybe I'll fuck you both." He bound into the forest and disappeared.