“What is it?” she asked. “Why did you thank him for this?”
His eyes flicked to hers. “I thought he meant to take you from me forever. But he has granted us our life together. You are fully immortal.”
“He did what?”
“See for yourself.”
He took her by the hand and walked her to a nearby tree, pointing at the ground as they did so. She glanced down and gaped. Even in the dim light of approaching dawn, she could see where grass and blooms sprouted everywhere her feet touched the earth.
“Oh,” she murmured, raising a hand in front of her. Her skin glowed softly, much like Eradimus.
He reached up to lift off the circlet of leaves from his head. With slow reverence, he extended his arms and placed the crown on her head. Then he pressed her back against the tree and drew near enough to feel his breath. “My beautiful, eternal goddess,” he whispered, nuzzling her hair. “We can be together now. Truly. We will live in the immortal realm and never be parted again.”
Her body, already pulsing from the transformation, flamed under his touch, and she reached for his cock. It was already stiff and ready. She stroked him with a firm touch while her other hand caressed his balls.
“Now,” she said, guiding his erection to her. “I need you.”
“Now and always,” he said, lifting her bottom so he could thrust himself into her.
They grunted and moved together, her back scraping the tree bark, but not unpleasantly. She reached out and ran a seductive hand over his new antlers, stroking them as she had his cock, and he moaned louder. Apparently, he had feeling in them, and she took advantage.
Her heart swelled as quickly as her passion rose to a peak, their lovemaking even more fevered and panicked than before. She took hold of those antlers with both hands, aching to come while he spurted his semen inside her, one force of life stirring another. He bounced her on his cock hard, barely able to bend over to suck a nipple into his mouth. She stiffened and cried out, opening her eyes in time to see a brilliant dawn burst over the horizon. Climax came with the rising sun, kissing the meadow so the emerald grass and newly sprouted flowers glistened like gemstones on the dew and fallen raindrops. They rode out orgasm together, the sun and their love warming them as they brought the bitter storms of winter crashing to an end.
At last, Eradimus lowered her, and she circled his narrow waist with her arms. She listened to his heart with her head pressed to his chest.
“I love you,” she managed after a time.
“Now and always,” he repeated. “Now and always.”
They held one another while watching the sun rise in the sky, and Brighid smiled in contentment.
The god and goddess were so wrapped up in one another that they did not notice the man and woman of the old ways walking hand in hand to the barn, where they had prepared a Bride’s bed in hopes of Brighid’s return.
“Look!” the woman said, stopping short and pointing.
For a brief moment, they saw a woman with flaming red hair, their goddess, naked but covered by the embrace of her forest god lover. The human couple clung to one another, mouths agape, drinking in the heady swell of energy as their beloved Brighid stood among the first blossoms of spring. The image soon faded, and the immortals vanished to leave behind the bright promise of a new dawn.
*The End*
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Read on for a look at the next tale- Tallisun: God of Ostara:
ABOUT TALLISUN: GOD OF OSTARA:
They will hunt each other for a love they never expected...
Tallisun has little interest in fulfilling his godly duty by bedding a woman for the ritual of spring. He would much rather be part of the Thousand Seasons hunt that his father, Herne, forbade him from attending. When Tallisun goes off on a hunt of his own, he nearly shoots a beautiful earth woman who wanders in front of his arrow. To retaliate for costing him his trophy, he steals her garments while she bathes in a nearby lake.
Harper is camping solo when her clothes are taken by a handsome, well-built male who is sexy as hell, but clearly off his rocker. After all, who runs around the forest wearing antlers and claiming to be a god? But to her shock, Tallisun proves his antlers are real, and the god of Ostara has intentions toward her that are far less than platonic.
He has an intriguing proposition: let him hunt her in the woods. If he catches her, she will become the spring maiden in a carnal ritual he has become more interested in than ever. Harper wouldn’t mind a one-time rendezvous with such a delicious morsel, except for his aggravating doubt in her survival skills. So she has a better idea. He will not hunt her. They will hunt each other.
The contest of becoming both hunter and hunted will take them to a place of primal yearning, and their sabbat union will awaken unexpected consequences that complicate their mutual decision to part amicably after the ritual is through.
EXCERPT FROM TALLISUN: GOD OF OSTARA:
Tallisun hadn’t been able to resist a taste of her lips. She’d looked so beautiful standing there, hand in hand with him while she gazed up and saw the light of the phantom tree. The delicate arch of her neck as she leaned back to see the height had called to him, but he had restrained himself from nibbling the gentle expanse of her throat. His need grew with each passing hour, for the sabbat was upon him. But the tight bulk throbbing in his leggings was not only a reminder of the duty he was required to perform. It urged him to recall he was also a man, and that the woman beside him was lush and ripe and smelled of the woods in which he longed to lose himself. He wanted to lose himself in her.
Then those words, the consent he’d been hoping for since the moment he’d asked her to join with him, honed the ache in his body. He felt the energy around them, the earth binding their power in much the way he intended to unite their energies in the ritual to come. He could have laid her down on that tree stump right then, the god of spring claiming his maiden, surrounded by the energy in that clearing. He wouldn’t have felt any closer to the magic of Ostara, nor any more consumed by the meaning of the sabbat ritual, than he did in that very moment.
The revelation startled him, and he found himself staring without a word.
Her brow lifted. “Don’t freak out with joy or anything,” she said. “Just because I agreed to sleep with you.”
“No.” He lifted her chin. “You agreed to join with me in a reverence for the awakening of life.” His eyes followed the flowing lines of life force emanating up from the tree. “Much as we just did by surrendering ourselves to the beauty of nature.”
“How would we do it?” His gaze snapped back to hers, and a throb of pleasure accompanied the sight of her cheeks flushing. “I don’t mean how like that. I mean, what exactly happens in this ritual?”
He smiled at her. “A sacred space is prepared with spring blossoms and sprinkled with the blessed water of the first spring melt. The consent of the female is confirmed.”
“Then what?”
His cock jerked at the prompt, and he took a moment to steady himself before replying. “Then, the god of Ostara blesses the woman and joins with her, uttering prayers of thanks and releasing power to allow the bountiful spring to open a path to summer.”
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Titles in the Sons of Herne Series:
Book 1-Dominus: God of Yule (Nov 2015)
Book 2-Eradimus: God of Imbolc (Jan 2016)
Book 3- Tallisun: God of Ostara (Mar 2016)
Book 4- Jorandil: God of Beltane (Apr 2016)
Book 5- Devinmar: God of Litha (May 2016)
Book 6- Feillor: God of Lammas (Jul 2016)
Book 7- Anduron: God of Mabon (Aug 2016)
Book 8- Archipellus: God of Samhain (Sept 2016)
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J. Rose Allister has penned ov
er twenty-five novels and numerous short stories from her home in Southern California. She is a TV and movie buff, enjoys the bittersweet discord between the pursuit of chocolatey goodness and the benefits of a fresh, organically-influenced diet, and is a firm believer that daydreaming, people watching, coffee and chocolate (preferably combined) are the greatest fuel for the writing imagination. She has more books in her to-be-read pile than she can ever hope to find time to sit and enjoy, but this never stops her from adding more.
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