0 comments/ 3643 views/ 0 favorites Celtic Warrior 02: The Crystal Cave By: Quantuman Celtic Warrior 2: Secrets of the Crystal Cave Deep in the forest of Northwestern Gaul 263 BC Lilli softly kissed Ulrike's thigh. When she laid her cheek against the warrior's muscular leg, she looked directly into the heart of her dew filled forest and the musky tunnel beyond. Lilli's fingers were inside stirring up the juices that seeped out around her hand. The bouquet of the Ulrike's arousal filled the seer's nostrils. It was intoxicating, and she inhaled deeply and savored the scent of her new found love. She looked back to where Ulrike had her fingers inside her own wet center. The Celtic warrior kissed around the open lips. When she licked along Lilli's labia, the seer moaned and Ulrike giggled and tickled her finger tips against the soft, spongy skin of Lilli's maidenhead. Lilli placed her free hand over Ulrike's. It was slick and wet with her sexual juices. "Put your hand on mine," she said breathlessly. 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 fingers inside me." She took a deep breath and struggled to speak. "I will do the same inside you." Lillie caressed Ulrike's thigh with her cheek. Ulrike kissed her silken soft skin. "When I say, 'now,' jamb my finger through your maidenhead. I'll do the same with you. Give me your innocence, my love. Mine now and forever belongs to you." "I love you Lilli." "I love you Uli." They remained still for several moments feeling each other's presence inside a place where no else had ever been. 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 shining in the wetness that oozed around their hands. It also flared up inside them. The heat and moisture wept out in joyous rivulets flowing around their trembling fingers. The muscles of their swollen sex relaxed suddenly as if to say, "We surrender." \ Ulrike shivered and pressed her self tighter against the seer. Lilli took a deep breath and moved her hips against Ulrike's hand. "Now!" With a forceful jerk, Lilli pulled Ulrike's hand deeper into her cunt. When her fingers broke through the think membrane of her virginity, a sunburst of pain exploded through her body. She stifled a scream by sealing her lips against Ulrike's leg. The Celt's fingers slid deep into Lilli's bleeding sheath. She held Ulrike's hand against her crotch and clamped her legs together. When Ulrike jerked Lilli's fingers inside her, her years of battle wounds eased her reaction. This pain was minor. What Ulrike felt more than anything else was an indescribable joy. At last her beloved was inside her. Lilli's fingers filled her up. She kissed across Lilli's thigh until her lips joined her hand, wet with love juice and blood. Ulrike wanted it all. She ran her tongue in next to her fingers until it found Lilli's flower bud. As she licked and sucked the swollen clit, Lilli began to moan and move her hips. The pain had blossomed into a white heat of pure pleasure. She relaxed her legs and surrendered to Ulrike's fingers and tongue. She quickly buried her lips against Ulrike's wet, bloody center, encircled her lips around the warrior's throbbing clit and moved her fingers in and out of her slick tunnel of love. They moved and loved as one body. One single orgasm began spinning between them, sweeping up all their energy and drawing it onto a vortex of ecstasy. Their energy, in perfect and complete union, became a whirlpool of white light. Ulrike could see it as well as feel it. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Coupled with the feeling of total completeness and all encompassing pleasure, it pushed her over some mysterious edge and she fell into a bottomless pit of joy. Her entire body wracked with convulsions of ecstatic pleasure. And then it all went black. ********** Bruede tore through the forest for hours until his strength began to wane. He stopped when he caught the smell of a wood fire. Food. That's what he needed now; food and someone to fuck. At a much slower pace, he followed the scent of a cooking fire until he came to a small clearing. Kneeling over a fresh kill was one of his barren, fruitless sisters sucking the last drop from a Celtic woodsman. She was so engrossed in feeding that she hadn't noticed his presence. Stupid cunt! It was time to have a little fun with sister. He'd fucked many of his sisters, but what he really needed was food. And having recently fed, his sister would be hot and ready for sex herself. He was up behind her before she could notice and react. Good! She hasn't eaten the heart yet. Bruede grabbed her around the waist and pulled her away. She growled with a ferocious intensity, but when she noticed he was one of her own, she relaxed and stopped fighting. "I see you saved the heart for me, dear sister," he said and let her go. "This is mine," she said defiantly and glared at him. Her body had very little hair, unlike the males of their species. A large bush of curly blond hair covered her pubic area, and a fine fuzz covered her legs, arms and arm pits. The hair on her head was wild, bushy and matted with dirt. Blood ran down her chin and over her nearly flat chest. He reached out and swiped a finger over one of her nipples. She recoiled. "I need food, and I want to thank you in advance for sharing the heart with me...dear sister." She growled. She was a head shorted than her brother. "Fine!" She stepped back and surrendered knowing full well her brother was much stronger. He walked over, straddled the fresh corpse and drove his sharp finger nails through the chest wall. He curled his fingers and tore open the chest ripping the heart out. He stood up, saluted his sister and quickly devoured the bloody organ. He licked his fingers and smiled. "Now, I think you need to be fucked. Wouldn't you say?" She growled again, but this was more guttural and filled with lust. "Bend over, sister, and let your brother make your pussy sing." She was breathing heavy now. She ran a hand over her crotch and moaned. "Let me suck on you," she said as she fell to her knees. He reached back into the hole in the Celt's chest. A small pool of blood lay where his heart had been. He cupped the blood up and smeared it over his cock, now hard, swollen and ready for his sister's eager mouth. "A little something to spice up the flavor," he said laughing. He came to her and she took his large balls in one hand and guided the enormous cock into her mouth. She made approval sound as she sucked on it. When the blood had been sucked and licked away, he pulled out of her mouth. "Turn around and get on you hands." She obeyed him and presented her upturned ass to her brother veldtae. She rested her shoulders and face in the dirt. "Fuck me, brother," she moaned as he knelt behind her, gripped his cock and directed it into the opening of her wet, ready slit. "Fuck me hard." He wasn't gentle and she didn't expect it or want it. She loved it hard and rough as only a brother could do. She had fucked a few Picts and Celts, but the Picts cocks were small and neither satisfied her like a brother's fat, long cock pounded into her with shear brutality. He drove his shaft in quickly and his balls slapped against her. She reached back and felt them each time he slid out and hammered back inside her. With each thrust, she grunted as he brought her closer and closer to the wonderful feeling of unabated lust. He slapped her hips several times and dragged his claw like finger nails across her back. "Yes, yes, brother," she screamed. "Fuck me, beat me, and scratch me." He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. He slapped the side of her face and she screamed. He raked his nails over her skin and until blood began to seep out on her back. It only made her moan and buck back against him all the more. He gripped her hips and concentrated all his energy thrusting inside her. His mind drifted for a moment and he thought of the Celtic warrior he wanted so bad. In that instant, he exploded inside his sister and filled her with spurt after spurt of his seed. It sparked her climax, and as she convulsed in her orgasm, she howled like the wild beast she was. When his last spurt throbbed out of him, he joined her in a loud, triumphant howl. I will have that Celtic cunt! ********** Ulrike awakened with a start. Something spooked her, but all was quiet. The fire had died down and she looked around the room. Lilli was gone. She swung her legs over the sleeping pallet. Her still moist center burned, and she winced with pain. The pain was nothing, really and she laughed at herself. As she sat there, she recalled making love with Lilli and she ran her hand between her legs and pressed against her vulva. It reminded her how wonderful it had been. She had never felt this way. I can't believe how I feel. I love her so much. She stood up and checked on the comatose girl. She sat beside her, dampened a piece of moss and squeezed the water into her mouth. "Come back to us, little one," she whispered. She found one of Lilli's silk robes hanging on a cross beam and slipped it around her shoulders. She hadn't taken the time to explore Lilli's home yet, and as she snooped around, she noticed a faint glow of light coming from a small opening in the back of the rocky cliff face. It was large enough to crawl through. She didn't want to damage the beautiful robe, so she slipped off, laid it on the bed and crawled through the opening. A long tunnel led to a larger opening, and finally to a room large enough to stand up in. The walls, floor and ceiling were covered in white crystals. She had seen small rocks that were broken open revealing a crystalline core, but if this was the same thing, it was a giant one. Then she noticed Lilli, floating horizontally in the center of the space. Her milky white body glowed with light, igniting the light in the crystals. Lilli was breathtakingly beautiful. She sat down where she stood and watched her lover. Lilli's body slowly rotated in the space. She appeared lost in a trance or even sleeping. Her flaxen hair draped down in rivulets. As Ulrike watched, Lilli began to spin slow at first and then faster and faster. It was as if she had been impaled at her naval and spun horizontally on an invisible shaft. The crystals glowed brighter. Suddenly Ulrike's body was bathed in the light. She felt herself rise above the cave floor and was slowly drawn into the room. Her legs unwound from beneath her. She watched with fascination as her body elongated out and assumed the horizontal pose that held Lilli in an embrace. Just below the plane of Lilli's rotation, she floated in underneath her and began spinning in the opposite direction. The sensation made her whole body feel like light. It was a timeless moment and for a while, Ulrike thought she had lost consciousness. But slowly they both slowed and came to a stop. Supported on countless invisible threads, they hung in the center of the crystalline cave. Lilli slowly turned over until she faced Ulrike. She smiled. "My love," Lilli whispered. "We are truly one now." She gently drifted down until they touched, nipple to nipple and belly to belly still suspended in blissful light. After a long, sweet kiss, their bodies drifted together to the crystal cave entrance and they touched the floor. Lilli's weight collapsed on Ulrike. "I love you so much, my dear," Lilli said sitting up. "I'm so happy you found the crystal cave and the goddess has accepted you. This place rejuvenates, invigorates and brings you into perfect communion with the Wyrd. Come here as often as you can." "Lilli," Ulrike embraced her. "I never want to leave you." "Oh, dear heart," she responded and placed her soft hand against the warrior's face. "We have a destiny that the Wyrd has woven. We will always be together in spirit. And one day we will have our perfect life together, but there is so much the spirit has for you to accomplish. Embrace your destiny, and all will be well." ********** Bruede and his sister, Hygal stayed together for a few days hunting as a team. It was fun and he hadn't hunted like that for many seasons. They fed together, fucked often and finally parted company when his plan to have the Celt came to him. "Why do we have to part? Don't you take pleasure in me?" They had just fed heavily on a small family group that was caught travelling along a seldom used trail. They fucked several times, and Hygal lay curled in her brother strong arms. It was the only time she felt satisfied in the many seasons living off their island home. She had even taken joy in helping him fuck the daughter and mother before draining their delicious life force. "I have something I need to do. If we cross paths again, my sweet sister, we'll see what happens. I know it gets lonely being this far from home. But the gathering is coming soon. You need to find a gift for father as do I. Come now and let me taste that sweet cunt one more time." Hygal rolled on her back, and Bruede's long, forked tongue slithered up into her deep slick tunnel. Her juice began to seep into his mouth. She loved to be tongued by one of her own, especially Bruede, who she was growing fond of. She knew his true passion was fucking human women who could bare fruit, but still after a session of brutal sex, he became soft and tender with her. She liked that. She humped against his tongue until he pulled her down, spread her legs and buried his cock one more time to his balls. He fucked her hard and fast, and as he had done every time he fucked her, he thought of the Celtic warrior and his juice began to flow. His balls tightened up, his cock swelled and his seed erupted into the barren cunt of his sister. With the first spurt, he collapsed on top of her, opened his mouth wide, and before she knew what was happening, he tore her throat out in one bite. Her body bucked, convulsed and finally twitched as he sucked her life out. He had severed the main artery and the blood flowed until there was very little left. It was the most satisfying feeding he had had in a long time. He relaxed on top of her lifeless body. His cock still dribbled semen into her still warm cunt. Thank you sister, you've been a great companion. He pushed off of her, rolled away and sat up. Her legs still twitched slightly. "Now, I just need to find the bait and you will be mine, Celtic bitch." ********** "I need to tell you everything I know about the veldtae," Lilli said, sitting Ulrike down by the fire. A pot of vegetable stew cooked, and a concoction of herbs brewed in a pot for tea. "How do you know so much?" "I've lived a long time, Ulrike. The threads that the Wyrd wove into my life began long ago. A powerful Druid sorcerer rescued me from the veldtae. I looked as I do now the day you were born. How long my life will last is one piece of information the spirit refuses to give me." "And you've never loved all this time?" Lilli smiled, took Ulrike's chin in her hand and leaned in for a kiss. "All this time, my love, I've been waiting for you, and only you." It was a deep, wet tongue filled kiss. "I love when we kiss like that," Ulrike said with a sigh. Lilli took Ulrike's hands and kissed her fingers, and then her palms. "More seasons and life times then we can imagine, so the story goes, a lone creature fell from the sky. His name is Veldt. Since there were no other creatures like him, he could only mate with the people of this world. It's not known who they might have been in the beginning, but today, it's mainly the Celts and the Picts in the northern end of the island Pretania. His offspring are the veldtae. The veldtae are monstrous compared to their father. While Veldt feeds and mates with what ever humans his tribe brings to him, his children wander the countryside from Pretania to Gaul to the far south and far east slaughtering without mercy." "The veldtae mothers are human?" "Yes, my love. Unwilling hosts for Veldt's seed. The veldtae women are barren. They are mostly allowed to live to service the males in their tribe. When a veldtae mates with a Celtic woman, he produces Veldt's granddaughter; never a grandson. Since the granddaughter is more human than veldtae, they are usually killed and eaten. The human side becomes too strong to manipulate and control. "Veldt has been alive for so long, even he doesn't remember how old he is. They say he doesn't even remember where he came from. All his off spring, including his granddaughters, live enormously long lives. Many great wars have been fought just trying to eradicate the veldtae and locate Veldt. He is somewhere in the north country of Pretania." "You didn't really tell me how you know so much." Lilli stood up and, looked at their comatose guest, dabbed her lips with water and then sat back down. She took Ulrike's hand. "I was imprisoned by Veldt for many seasons. A great Druid sorcerer saved me, but during that time of captivity, I got to know him very well. The secret to surviving his presence is to be fearless. That is one quality you have; a lack of fear. That is why I know the Wyrd has woven a thread through you to Veldt. I feel it in my soul. I too was born without fear. Fear is what feeds Veldt and his children's lust for blood and sex. Without fear, I was a mere curiosity to him. "He knows the way of the Wyrd as well as anyone of us, and he respects the spirit in spite of his brutality. Change is coming to our world. Spend more time in the crystal cave and you'll learn to feel it too. Embrace a relationship with the spirit and the goddesses of our ways. Those ways are what is changing. The legions of the Roman Empire will one day rule all this land. It will be our duty to keep our beliefs and traditions alive." Over the next few full moons, Ulrike spent most of her time in the crystal cave. Lilli forbade her to go outside. Inside their abode, she had placed a ward of power the veldtae could not breach. Lilli continued to work at bringing the comatose girl back to her body. After a full day entranced in the crystal cave, Ulrike emerged filled with questions. "Some thing happened today, Lilli," Ulrike said sitting by the fire. Lilli poured them both a cup of tea and sat down next to her. "Damara, the goddess of fertility, came to me." She sipped her tea. "She smiled at me and touched my stomach here, where my womb is. What do you think that means?" "What do you think it means?" "Oh, I hate when you do that to me." Ulrike scowled. Lilli laughed. "It was like she was saying..." Ulrike stopped not wanting to finish the statement. "What do you think she was saying?" Lilli asked. "There you go again. You always answer my question with a question." She set her cup down and stood up. Lilli stood and put her arms around her and nuzzled her neck. "I love it when you get riled up. You're so cute." Ulrike tried to pull away but Lilli held on tight. They wrestled and struggled until Lilli pushed her onto the bed and straddled her. Lilli started tickling her and Ulrike squealed and kicked. "Stop!" Ulrike screeched. Lilli continued until Ulrike finally wrestled Lilli over and sat on her. "You'll pay for that." Now it was Ulrike's turn and she tickled Lilli without mercy until suddenly she fell on top of her, planted her lips to Lilli's and rubbed her knee into Lilli's puffy crotch. They had worked themselves into an instant state of extreme arousal. What little clothes they had on flew off until their bare bodies reveled in skin to skin contact. Lips, tongue, fingers, legs and feet all joined in a passionate dance of love. ********** Celtic Warrior 02: The Crystal Cave Bruede searched for someone very special, someone who would be the perfect bait to draw his Celtic warrior away from the sorceress. When he topped a rise in the forest, he spied a small cottage in a narrow valley below. A wisp of smoke curled out of a chimney. There was a small goat paddock behind the house and a vegetable garden to the side. It had all the makings for a small family unit. He sat and watched. After a while, a young girl opened the gate to the paddock and sprinkled some grain around for the goats. As soon as she disappeared, Bruede raced like a tornado to a tall oak behind the house. He could smell them now; mother and daughter. A male must be nearby, but he couldn't find his odor. In a heart beat, he moved to the side of the circular house where the thatched roof nearly touched the ground. He crept away from the paddock side until he eased up to entry door. He held his hands over his mouth and mimicked the sound of a goat. "Gretch, did you leave the gate open?" Mother stood up from sewing and clucked her tongue. "How many times do I have to tell you?" "I didn't, mama," daughter replied. "Well I hear nanny outside the door. I'll get her." Mother crossed the room and opened the door. When she stepped out, Bruede pulled the door shut, clutched her in one arm and clamped his hand over her mouth. "Shhhhhh," he whispered. "Keep quiet and no harm will come to your daughter." The woman's body went ridged. She gazed at Bruede with a look of terror. When her eyes locked on his, something strange came over her. The pupils of is cat like eyes dilated She felt like he reached inside her, caressed the tension and she became very calm. Her body relaxed and he removed his hand from her mouth. "There, that's better," he said and smiled. He picked her up in his arms and carried her around to the oak tree in the back. Their eyes never left each other. He laid her in the soft grass and knelt by her side. He grabbed the top of her dress and began tearing until it split all the way down. "What a pretty little body," he said. His breath started heaving in his massive chest. "Would you like me to make you feel very, very good?" He slipped one finger between the tiny slit between her thighs. She nodded her head. "Tell me. Ask me to make you feel good." His finger started sliding in and out of her vagina. She moaned. "Make...make me..." She struggled to speak as he drove his long finger deeper inside her. "Please...make me feel...good." Now the look on her face was anguish. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She nodded her head. Bruede laughed. He moved between her legs, pushed them open and leaned down lapping his tongue over her wet labia and across her clit. He rocked forward, bit her nipples and put his face a few inches away from hers. She gazed at her own reflection on the surface of his obsidian like eyes. With one powerful thrust of his hips, he drove his cock inside her. She was impaled by his insatiable lust as well as his huge cock. It didn't take him long. He thought of the Celtic warrior and his whole body shuddered and sent an eruption of semen into the mother's sheath. She was barely conscious and shock had begun to set in. He was so excited about taking the daughter hostage, he forgot his hunger. He stood up and dragged his dripping cock out of the woman. She collapsed in the grass with a far away look in her eyes. In a few heart beats, he stood at the door, quietly opened it and stepped in. The daughter looked up with wide eyes. "Hello," she said. "Who are you?" Bruede smiled. "My name is Bruede," he replied and bowed to her. "And I'm the fastest man alive." He patted himself on the chest. "And what would your name be?" "I am Gretchen, but mother calls me Gretch." "I believe Gretchen is the name of a beautiful princess I once knew." "Really?" "Absolutely, but she wasn't nearly as pretty as you." He sat down next to her. "You're so big," she said looking him over. "That's partly why I'm so fast. Would you like to see why they call me the fastest man alive?" She smiled. "Okay." They went outside. Bruede knelt on the ground. "Climb on my back," he said. "I'll give you the best view." He looked back at her and smiled. "Come on. You won't want to miss this. Just wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist." She didn't move so he sat down and turned her way. "Okay, here's the deal. See that high hill over there? How long does it take you to walk over it?" She looked at the hill and cocked her head thinking about his question. "I don't know. A long time." "I'll bet you I can race over that hill before you can count to three. You can count to three can't you?" "Yes," she said indignantly. "But I don't believe you can do it by the time I count to three." "I can prove it. Climb on my back, start to count and I'll show you. Over the hill before you get to three." Gretchen cautiously slipped her arms around his neck. Bruede gripped her legs and she wrapped them around his waist as best she could. He was so big, and her legs were so small. "Ready?" He asked, looked back and grinned. Gretchen nodded. "Start to count." "One..." Gretchen felt a sudden blast of wind through her hair. Everything was a blur. When she finally found her voice and said, "Two," Bruede came to a stop. She looked around. "Wow," was all she could say. "Now hold on tight." He ran as fast as he could; down into the valley, over the next hill, through a forest of trees, leaping over a small stream and stopping only after he was far away from Gretchen's little cottage. ********** "The secret to wielding the power of the Wyrd is internal silence," Lilli said as they sat sorting wild herbs that Lilli collected earlier in the day. "Do you hear the chattering voice that continuously babbles in the back of your head?" "Yes, I guess," Ulrike replied. "Isn't that normal?" "Of course it's normal for a normal person, but if you want to rest in the spirit's full glory, you can't be normal. And trust me, my love, you are not normal." Lilli leaned in and kissed her. "Silencing that voice is the beginning of wisdom. Silencing that voice is the first step in becoming a true warrior." "You don't think I'm a true warrior?" "Ulrike, dear one, you are an incredible warrior. The kind of warrioring I'm talking about is the next level up. It's called spiritual warrioring. It's becoming a warrior of the Wyrd." Lilli set her work down and looked at Ulrike. Her eye lids fluttered for a moment before they closed. She took a deep, slow breath. As she exhaled, she raised her hands up as if she were holding a large ball. When she had emptied her breath, her eyes flew open and she thrust her hands out toward Ulrike. The Celtic warrior gasped as she slid backwards and fell off her stool. She sat where she landed with her mouth open. She had never seen this look in Lilli's eyes; bottomless and empty. Lilli jerked with a sudden deep breath, her eyes softened and then she focused on Ulrike. After a few moments, she giggled. "I didn't break you, did I?" Ulrike couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She was stunned. Lillie started laughing, went to Ulrike and knelt beside her. "It takes wisdom to wield power, but when it's needed for the greater good, there is nothing like being a channel for pure spirit. You've mastered the skills of the iron sword, but a spiritual warrior's first enemy is herself. That takes a skill you will also master." "I don't know what you're talking about, Lilli," Ulrike said sitting back on her stool. "But I trust you with all my heart and soul." Lilli started in again sorting the herbs. "When a spiritual warrior battles herself, she finds four natural enemies. Her first enemy is fear. When fear is vanquished, as it has been for you, a spiritual warrior finds power. That you have in abundance, but it also becomes the second enemy. Power can corrupt a warrior making you feel you can do anything. It too must be vanquished. When that enemy has been beaten, a spiritual warrior finds clarity. Everything becomes clear and undisguised. A warrior becomes a seer. But clarity becomes the third enemy. Clarity gives a warrior a false sense of certainty. When it has been beaten back, the spiritual warrior rests in eternity and all that remains for a warrior to battle is old age." "Which enemy do you battle, Lilli?" "All of them," she said and smiled. "Every day is a new opportunity for the four natural enemies of a warrior to raise their pesky heads. Once you've soundly beaten one, you are free, but it still tests you from time to time. It demands constant vigilance. Finally, death taps you on the shoulder, and if you are a spiritual warrior, it has to drag you kicking and screaming out of this world." "What happens when you are not a warrior and death taps you on the shoulder?" "For most people, by the time they get to the end of their life, they've used themselves up in useless endeavors. They welcome death and follow without resistance." Lilli tied up each bundle of herbs and hung them from different places around the dwelling. "It's time we do something about this poor girl," she said gesturing toward the comatose young woman. "I think I better go after her soul and bring it home, or she isn't going to survive much longer." "What do we do?" Ulrike stood up and joined Lilli at the bedside where the girl lay. "You are going to beat my little drum hanging on that beam branch." Ulrike had seen the drum but never question Lilli as to its use. "Just a nice steady beat; nothing fancy; boom, boom, boom." "Okay," Ulrike replied. "I can do that." "I am going to journey into the other world and see if the spirits can help locate her soul." Ulrike beat the drum. It was a steady, monotonous thumping that created a vibration throughout her body. Lilli hovered back and forth over the girl dragging her finger tips up and down her body. Her eyes were closed and her nude body swayed with a serpentine rhythm. She sang a faint one-note vocal tome that rose up and down the scale mirroring the movement of her body. Ulrike was entranced. Suddenly Lilli's hands made the motion of grabbing something. She clutched her cupped hands to her heart. She quickly knelt beside the girl and held them over the young woman's chest. "Welcome home," she whispered and blew through her fingers into the girl. "Help me, "she said to Ulrike. Ulrike stopped drumming and put the drum aside. She ran to Lilli. "Raise her up." Ulrike reached behind the girl and lift her shoulders until she was in an upright position. Lilli leaned over her, placed her hands on the top of her head, and blew one long breath into her. The girl gasped and her eyes flew open. She looked straight ahead. If she was aware of Lilli and Ulrike, she gave them no notice. Her eyes widen with a look of terror, and she screamed one, long deafening outcry from the bottom of her newly returned soul. ********** Bruede needed to feed. Gretchen had started to cry, so he held her in his arms. Finally she had fallen asleep. When he came upon another small cottage in the forest, he found a wide crook high in a tree and laid her down. It was too high for her to escape, and with any luck, she would sleep until her had satisfied his needs. He crept up to the oaken door and listened. A man laughed and a woman giggled. Perfect; feed and fuck. He knocked on the door. "Who goes there?" The man's voice boomed out. "A weary traveler lost in the forest." "There's a trail next to the big oak," the man said. "Good luck." Bruede took a few steps back and slammed himself into the door ripping it off its iron hinges. The woman screamed and the man jumped back reaching for a sword. He wasn't fast enough. The veldtae leapt upon him and tore his throat out in one swift movement. He lowered the twitching body to the floor and sucked the blood into his belly until the twitching and the blood flow stopped. The woman's screaming, however continued. Bruede stood and wiped his mouth. "Almost finished," he said and smiled. "Don't go anywhere. You and I are going to have some fun." He knelt back down, drove his fingers into the man's chest and ripped it open exposing the stilled heart. He cupped his hand around the warm, bloody organ and jerked it free from the body. He looked at the woman as he ate. She couldn't scream any more. Her voice was silenced in extreme terror. Her eyes were locked onto the dark crystals set on each side of his nose. When he finished, he looked around, saw a large bowel of water and rinsed his hands and face. "Now, as I was saying, you and I are going to have a little fun." She tried to back away but she was up against the wall with no where to go. In half a heart beat, he was standing next to her, face to face. His eyes dilated and the poor woman became lost in his gaze. "Relax," he whispered. "I promise you are going to feel very, very good. Look at this." He pulled aside his loin cloth exposing his monstrous cock. She glanced down and shook her head from side to side with a whimper. "Please...no," she mumbled. Bruede reached up, grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it off. She was naked now and he encircled her with his arms and pulled her against his massive, hairy chest. She started to cry, and he grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her head back forcing her to look into his eyes. They stood like that for several long moments until her trembling and tears ceased. "Now ask me to fuck you," he whispered. She tried to move her mouth but nothing came out. He slid one hand down the front of their bodies, took his cock in his hand and rubbed the big purple head between her legs. "Say it. Please fuck me." "Please..." was all that came out as she shook her head side ways. "Say it." His eyes drilled into her. All the voices in her head became silent except the words he spoke. "Please...fuck me." She barely mumbled. "No, no, no; say it like you mean it. Feel this cock. Just imagine it sliding in and out of the pretty little Celtic cunt." He took her hand and forced her to wrap her fingers around it. She stroked it a few times and looked down at it. Her tiny hand was barely able to encircle its girth. "Please," she said in a stronger voice and squeezed his cock. "Fuck me." "Now I never thought you would ask. I'd just love to fuck you. Lie down and spread those pretty legs. Let me have a look at your fuck hole." She did as he commanded. Bruede examined her, parting her labia with his fingers. He pushed one finger inside her. "Very pretty," he said, crawled between her legs, guided his cock to the open slit and drove it in with one jerk of his hips. She grunted and winced with pain. He pulled her legs up and around his hips. He started to slowly slide his cock in and out of her. "Move your hips," he said. "Fuck me." She obeyed, and as she humped against him, she closed her eyes and groaned each time his cock hit the bottom of her vagina. He started fucking her faster, and when he was ready to release his seed, he thought of the Celtic warrior. It erupted out of him like a volcano unleashing it lava. He fell forward, sank his teeth into her neck and began sucking her blood as the semen spurted out of his cock and balls filling her. Before the last spurt convulsed out of him, Bruede took a deep, fatal bite of her throat severing the main artery and gorged himself on the blood that pumped into his mouth. Her soul, however had departed long before her heart stopped beating. ********** Lilli cradled the young girl in her arms and gently rocked. She hummed a soft, sweet melody as any mother would do for a child awakened from a very bad dream. Ulrike watched the seer with admiration and love. She too at times felt lost in a bad dream. If it weren't for finding Lilli and discovering the love of her life, she was certain she'd have the same haunted look in her eyes that still clung to this young girl. "Shhh," whispered Lilli as she sang. "Everything is going to be okay now. I'll see that you get home to your family. If we can't find them, you'll always have a home right here." The girl began to cry and Ulrike joined them on the pallet and placed a hand on her shoulders. "Let me fix your hair," she said and took Lilli's ivory comb. She gently worked the knots out of her hair and smiled across the girl's shoulder at Lilli. She mouthed the words, "I love you," and Lilli puckered a silent kiss to her. "What should we call you, child?" Lilli asked. The girl snuggled her face against Lilli's comforting bosom. "Mina," she said barely audible. "Mina. What a lovely name," Lilli said. "I am Lilli and this is Ulrike." She turned and looked at Ulrike and tried to smile. Ulrike grinned and kissed her cheek. "Do you remember what happened to you?" The small, frail young woman shook her head. Her many days in a coma and the shock of surviving an attack from a veldtea made her look more vulnerable and younger than she was. "I am going out for a while," said Lilli to the both of them. "Ulrike will give you some tea and a little later a nice, hot bowl of soup." Ulrike didn't miss the dark look in Lilli's eyes. It was very much like the look when Lilli demonstrated her inexplicable power and knocked the warrior off her stool. Just as Lilli started for the door, Ulrike stopped her. "What are you doing?" "Don't worry," Lilli replied and took Uli in her arms. "I'll be back soon." She pressed her soft lips against Ulrike's mouth and held the embrace. Ulrike's heart began to pound. More out of fear for what ever Lilli was up to, and partly because holding her love this close always sparked the constant flame that burned inside her. "I love you so much," Uli whispered. "We are one my dearest. Stay inside while I'm gone." Lilli kissed her quickly, pulled a wool wrap around her shoulders and left the cliff side dwelling. The morning odors of the forest were crisp, and Lilli could feel fall on its way. A light sheen of dew covered everything. The forest birds were in full song. She tuned all her senses to this teaming world around her. Without any conscious thought, she let the lines of the Wyrd pull her and she soared across the tree tops. The world below her was breath taking, and no matter how often she travelled along the way of the Wyrd, she was always exhilarated and grateful that the spirit granted her this life. After soaring a long distance, her journey slowed and Lilli found what she was looking for. Crotched under a large black oak tree sat Bruede and his child hostage. Lilli floated out of the sky so quietly, the veldtae failed to sense her arrival. It was a perfect entrance for Lilli, who knew Bruede prided himself in his acute sensory abilities. "Hello, Bruede," Lilli said and he jumped with a start and fell on his back. Lilli laughed, only to add insult to his injured pride. After a moment of glaring at her with a look of anger and shock, he softened and smiled. "Well, well, if it isn't father's little toy. What an honor. Are you the advance party come to invite us to your cozy little love nest? Or would you finally like to surrender that supple body to someone who really knows how to fuck?" Hardly Bruede; I'm here to give you fair warning. The Wyrd is spinning a web through you that..." "The Wyrd," he cut her off. "Father may believe in that nonsense, but your twisted Druid ways don't scare me." Lilli didn't respond right away. As they spoke the young girl awakened and sat up. The seer walked past Bruede and knelt next to the girl. He started to reach for Lilli and she held her hand up but kept her eyes on the girl. Bruede stopped and grit his teeth. "What's your name, child?" "Her name is Gretchen!" He muttered through his clenched teeth. "Get away from her." Celtic Warrior 02: The Crystal Cave Lilli stood up and looked at him. "I may not be able to tear your heart out, but you can't take her either. There are limits to your sorcerer's ways." "True," she said. "There are limits to everything. I've come to deliver a warning. That is done." She looked down at Gretchen. "Fear not, Gretchen. You'll be free soon and safely back with your family. Trust in the spirits. You are being protected." Bruede scoffed. "I'm coming for the warrior, witch. She will be mine." Lilli back away and began rising out of the clearing. Gretchen stood and looked at her with awe. "She will never be yours. You may win a battle, but the warrior will win the war." Lilli's floating body flared with bright, white light and disappeared. ********** Lilli quietly slipped inside her dwelling. Both Ulrike and Mina were sound asleep. She looked over Mina satisfied she was healing as well as could be expected. Standing over the fur covered pallet of their bed, she looked at Ulrike. In her sleep she had kicked the wool blanket off and her long, sinewy body lay completely exposed. Lilli knelt on the floor wanting only to gaze at her lover for a moment. Her mother's skin art was incredible. Black flames curled and danced around Ulrike's muscles and bone structure. Lilli felt a spark of desire strike inside her. She reached a hand under her silk gown and slid her fingers up to the furry cleft between her legs. She was getting so wet just gazing at Uli. She didn't want to wake her, but she knew that she would. Leaning in, she kissed one of Ulrike's nipples and swirled her tongue across the bumpy texture of her areola. Ulrike sighed and placed her hand against the back of Lilli's head. "Umm, it's about time," she whispered. "I had to spank my naughty hands to keep them away from my jewel." She turned slightly and pulled Lilli's face up for a kiss. The shear silk material of Lilli's gown was all that stood between the touching of their skin. Lilli stood and quickly pulled it over her head. When she climbed next to Ulrike and they melted into an embrace, they sighed simultaneously and then giggled. "I have told you how much I love you?" Lilli asked in a breathless whisper. "It's been a long, long time," Ulrike replied. Lilli chuckled. "My precious Uli," Lilli said pushing her down and straddling her hips. Their pubic hair brushed together, and Lilli's sweet nectar seeped out and ran into Uli's bush. "Neither time nor space nor any person can come between what I feel for you. I have waited more than four hundred years for you, and I will be yours for all time." It was the first time Lilli ever revealed her age. Her words and her presence looming above the warrior sent little shock waves through Ulrike's pussy. "My dearest, Ulrike, I love you with all my heart, all my soul and all my mind. My love for you is no different than my love for the spirit itself. We are one in the spirit." She slowly lowered herself down and kissed Ulrike with a deep, wet affection. One leg slipped between Ulrike's and she ground her knee against the warrior's sopping wet vortex. Ulrike groaned against Lilli's mouth. She slid her hands down Lilli's soft hips and kneaded the flesh of her ass pulling her tighter against her. Lilli kissed a scar on the side of Ulrike's neck. "How did you get this wound?" She kissed and licked the jagged, puckered ridge of skin. "An arrow grazed me." Ulrike's breath heaved as Lilli kissed all around the scar. "And this one?" Lilli kissed a scar on her shoulder. "I tripped on a rock and fell down." They both broke into laughter, and Lilli playfully slapped her hip. "What about this nasty scar?" She lapped her tongue over a fat line of scar tissue above her left breast. "That was a spear point." After repeated kissing and licking it, Lilli's lips moved just below the scar and took the nipple into her mouth, gently nursing it to a stiff nub. "And this one," her mouth moved to a small scar above Ulrike's naval. "A dagger," was all that Uli could get out. Her stomach muscles twitched as Lilli's tongue swirled around the area and began moving below her belly button. "Any old wounds down here?" She nibbled the flesh kissing into Ulrike's soft, downy pubic hair. "Many wounds, my darling." Ulrike pushed her face closer to her aching need, but Lilli resisted and sat up. "Turn over. There's one on your back I noticed the other day." "You little tease," said Ulrike with an exaggerated pout on her face and slapped Lilli's butt . Ulrike turned onto her stomach. Lilli slowly caressed Uli from her tight little ass to the scar on her lean back. She bent down and kissed it, but the fingers on one hand parted her ass and slid teasingly into the cleavage. Uli started to clinch her cheeks together, but instead parted her legs and her whole body relaxed giving Lilli access. Ulrike groaned. "That was another spear, and..." She stopped suddenly in midsentence and choked. Tears began to flood her and she turned over on her back clutching for Lilli. "My darling, what is it?" Ulrike fought back the tears before answering. "If it weren't for Lena, I'd be dead now. She had my back that day. It was a spear that should have pierced my heart. She saved me." "Oh my sweet," Lilli muttered and pulled Ulrike into her arms. Lilli closed her eyes and held her close. A vision quickly appeared to the seer, and she pushed Uli away and sat up. "I think it's time you have a chat with Lena." She swung her legs over the bed and pulled Ulrike into an upright position. "A chat; what are you talking about?" "Come with me to the crystal cave." Inside the cave, Ulrike hovered in levitation. The crystals glowed bathing her in radiant light. Lilli sat at the cave entrance and watched the glorious scene. Uli's consciousness slipped out of her body, and she stood on a vast empty plain. A distant figure slowly approached. A gentle breeze whipped light gusts of dust up all across the barren landscape. She squint her eyes and strained for some recognition and suddenly she knew. "Lena!" She sprinted toward her sister. She knew Lena was gone, and yet, here she was. She didn't care. They both ran until they flew into each other's arms. After several moments of hugging, they stepped back holding hands and Ulrike gazed into Lena's eyes. "I've been watching you, naughty sister," Lena said and smiled. "Taking a lover." She clucked her tongue and laughed joyously. "And I'm very happy for you sister. The goddess has certainly picked someone special for you to kiss and cuddle with." Ulrike blushed. "I'd be happier if you were still here," she replied and tears started welling up in her eyes. "No, don't do that dear sister. I am here. We can meet like this any time." "It's not the same, Lena." Ulrike started crying and her sister took her in her arms. "Please don't cry. I am at peace. The goddess has blessed us both, but there are some things you need to hear." Lena pushed away and looked into her sister's eyes. "The veldtae, Bruede, did terrible things to me. Worst of all, he forced me to drink his blood. It is a fate worse than death, sister, but the goddess snatched my soul away before it was tainted. Please believe me, I am at peace." "I have never wanted to kill someone as much as I do that monster." "He'll get his, dear Ulrike. We all get what we having coming. I've seen things from this side. Everything is changing around you. The Romans are advancing into our world and they will change it for ever. Even the veldtae will be swept aside. You and Lilli have an important roll to play in the coming new world. Cling to her. Learn from her. Become a spiritual warrior." Suddenly Lena began to fade and started drifting away from Ulrike. She tried to follow her sister, but Lena held up her hands to stop her. "Come here any time. I will return. I love you, sister. Trust the ways of the Wyrd." Lena winked out, and Ulrike found herself cradled in Lilli's arms. She burst into tears, and Lilli rocked her like she was a child. ********** The final push to the seer's dwelling was exhausting, but Bruede was so anxious to have his way with the Celtic warrior. As he sat just out of view in the tree line, for the first time, he wondered why he was so obsessed with her. Gretchen had fallen asleep and lay curled up nearby. She couldn't be any different from her sister; easy to fuck and easy to turn. He so enjoyed turning weak Celts into frenzied monsters. He smiled to himself. I admire her tenacity and endurance, but that won't hold up for long once I get her in my grasp. Still, there's something about her I can't put my finger on. Ha! I haven't even met her. She's still nothing more than a pathetic Celt; food for the strong and a warm, wet hole for my seed. He stood up, tied Gretchen's legs together with leather thongs and hoisted her over his shoulder. Gretchen awakened and struggle for a moment. "Be still," he commanded. "It's almost over." Lilli sat up with a start from the warm sleeping embrace of her soul mate. She knew he had arrived, and it was time for...she didn't want to think about it. She rolled off soft, furry pallet and walked to the door. She peered out through the tiny view door. Bruede smiled at her and raised his eye brows. He was about thirty paces away. "Send your lover out," he shouted across the clearing. Lilli shut the view door and looked back at the bed. Ulrike was awake and sitting upright. When she saw the look in Lilli's eyes, she scrambled to her feet. "He's here, isn't he?" Lilli nodded. Her heart was aching and she called on the goddess to bring her repose. She knew it was all fated, but still, Uli was her love and life now. Ulrike raced to the door and flung it open, unmindful of her nudity. "Ah, the mighty Celtic warrior," Bruede bowed. "I see you're ready." He chuckled. Lilli came behind Ulrike and slipped a woolen robe around Uli's shoulders. Ulrike sloughed it off, unashamed. She was proud of her body art. It was an extension of her warrior's spirit. Bruede laid Gretchen on the ground, and in one blink of an eye, he stood next to the door. Ulrike never flinched, but Lilli pushed her aside, threw a hand up and grunted. Bruede flew backwards and landed in the dirt. At first he growled and then started laughing. "Well done, sorceress." He stood up and bowed. "Of course I wouldn't enter without your generous permission, but you see," he turned toward Gretchen and pointed. "I have brought a little offering. If the great and mighty warrior doesn't surrender to me, you are going to watch me drink out every drop of this dear, poor child's blood. I'll leave her corpse on your door step." Ulrike tried to push passed Lilli, but the seer held her arms across the doorway. "Please, Lilli, step aside," Uli whispered behind her." Lilli's heart was breaking, but she did as Ulrike asked. Ulrike framed her self in the doorway. Her hands were on her hips and her legs spread in a defiant warrior pose. "What do you want," she asked. Bruede growled and took one step toward her. "I want you to get your little cunt out here now!" He leapt next to Gretchen and swept her in his arms and bared his sharp, pointed teeth. "Count to ten, and if you are not out here next to us, I will tear her sweet little throat out, drink her blood and eat her delicious heart." "Wait!" Ulrike held out her hand. "I'll come. Give me a moment." She turned back and disappeared inside the dwelling. Lilli stood by the door. Bruede glared at her. "It's all changing," Lilli said. "You do know that, don't you? The Roman invasion is going to sweep us both aside." "Romans," Bruede snarled and spat. "They're as tasty as the Celts." "You know I am a seer, Bruede. Even your father has seen it. The Romans are different. They are going..." "Enough!" He screamed at her. "Both you and father are fools believing in those ancient ways. Nothing can defeat us. This is our world; the more Romans the better." Ulrike encircled her arms around Lilli and hugged her from behind. Lilli twisted in her arms and melted into Uli in a long, deep embrace. "I love you so much," Lilli whispered through a kiss. "I'll be back." "I know, my darling. Just remember, show them no fear. Fear is their real food. And one other thing I haven't told you; cut their heads off. It's the only way to kill them. Otherwise, they live forever." Ulrike starred into Lilli's eyes and then quickly turned away and stopped in the doorway. She was dressed in her full warrior regalia of leather and chainmail and her sword and dagger hung at her sides. "Let her go." "You come out first." "Untie her and let her go. You have my word. I'll come to you." Bruede snorted, untied Gretchen's legs and pulled her to her feet. "Go on to the seer," he said. Gretchen bolted toward the dwelling as Ulrike stepped outside. The passed each other and Ulrike gently ran her hand across Gretchen's head as the little girl darted into the seer's home. Bruede stood still waiting with a grin on his face. Ulrike advanced with a slow but steady pace. She relaxed her whole body as she walked toward him. She withdrew her sword and began to casually and deftly swirl it around in circles in her hand. "Oooo," he said," you've pulled your deadly sword. Am I supposed to shake in my boots?" "No," Ulrike replied. "I just want you to see the blade that one day will cut off of your cock and feed it to a dog." She plunged it back in the scabbard. Bruede was instantly standing next to her, and Ulrike made no defensive movement. She held his eyes in her gaze. He searched her eyes and cocked his head from side to side trying to read the Celtic warrior. "I want to fuck you right now, here, in front of your lover." He said the word lover with a rude tone in his voice. She raised her hand up and patted his chest. "Whatever makes you feel like a real man." He growled and clutched her around the neck lifting her off the ground. Ulrike smiled at him and he tossed her to the dirt enraged. "I will fuck you, bitch," he screamed at her. Ulrike shrugged and smirked. "Is talking your foreplay?" He growled again and leapt down on top of her straddling her hips. Even up close, she showed no fear. Ulrike raised her eye brows and sighed. "Does this take all day?" Lilli watched from the doorway. She wanted to look away, but the way Ulrike played with him was almost delightful. She closed her eyes for a moment and focused on the spirit. Calmness enveloped her and she opened her eyes again feeling more at ease. Bruede stood feeling frustrated and then knelt back down and put his face into hers. "Look into my eyes," he demanded. That always works. But Ulrike starred into them with out falling into his spell. She glanced back at Lilli. "Are the veldtae always this scary," she asked. Lilli laughed and Bruede jumped up and howled. In a maddening frenzy, he tore off the soft leather that covered Ulrike's crotch area and threw aside his loin cloth. His cock was long, fat and limp. Ulrike looked at it and started laughing. "You're going to fuck me with that?" Bruede turned around with a frustrated groan and started stroking his soft cock. He thought of Ulrike's sister and the many time he fucked Lena. The memory did what he needed, and his cock began to fill with blood and rise up in his stroking hand. When it was fully engorged with his arousal, he turned back and flagged it up and down a few times. "No, I'm going to fuck you with this. Just like I did your weak little sister." For a moment, Ulrike started to react, but she heard Lilli clear her throat behind them and she relaxed and opened her legs for him. Then she heard Lena's voice in her head. He can only touch your flesh, sister. Your soul forever belongs to Lilli and the spirit. Bruede dropped between Ulrike's open legs, drove a finger inside her cunt forcing Ulrike to relax even more. Surrender to the spirit. She heard Lena's voice again. As his finger roughly probed her womanhood, Ulrike stifled a wince from the pain and continued to look at him without any emotion. "That's it? You're going to fuck me with your finger?" She felt Lilli's gaze behind her. It strengthened her resolve and bolstered her confidence. It was comforting to have Lena's voice in her head. Bruede growled again. Surrender to the spirit, sister. He reached under her knees and pulled her torso against him. His fat, hard cock pressed against her vulva. He looked up at Lilli and smiled. "Your tongue and fingers may have taken her maidenhead, but my seed is going to fill her womb." He pulled his hips away enough to allow his cock head to drop down and slide against Ulrike's open labia. With a quick, brutal lunge, he drove his cock in and impaled her. Ulrike couldn't help it. She winced but quickly relaxed and heard Lena's voice. He is only touching your flesh. Your soul remains pure and undefiled. In the doorway, Lilli watched feeling two emotions. One was the unbearable heartbreak of a lover and the other was the calm acceptance of a Druid seer. Ulrike raised one arm back over her head and pointed a finger as if to signal to Lilli, I am yours. Bruede drove his cock frantically in and out of the warrior. Ulrike was so relaxed and disconnected from the experience; her body flopped limply with each thrust. In a long, wailing scream, Bruede climaxed flooding Ulrike's inner depth with his semen. His cock was so long and buried so deep, that the veldtae seed filled her fertile womb. Ulrike sensed an instant connection with her own life force. She slid a hand down on her belly and felt sadness and joy as a new life took root inside her. Lilli felt it too. She had seen it all in the spirit's vision. The Wyrd was weaving a new thread that was destined to change the world