A Fine Cauldron Of Fish

by Cornelia Amiri

  He swiped his card key at their room and as he held the door open for Margaid, he asked her, “Want something to eat?”

  “Oh, yes. I can make yummy food for us, Manx kippers from herring and Manx queenies with scallops, and I can fix bonnag for dessert.”

  “Or I can just call room service.” Hunger pulled his stomach tight and his lower pelvis area even tighter but it wasn’t food he craved. It was Margaid’s hot body. Still eating might take the edge off. “Want hamburgers? You eat don’t you?”

  “Yes, I eat. We keep the blood in the cauldron for Mannan beg mac y Leir, like a sacrifice. We seldom drink it.” Her face twisted into a ‘that’s disgusting’ expression. “The taste is thick, hard to swallow. I can’t remember the last time I drank blood.” Her eyes grew rounder than usual. “I don’t think I ever have.” She sat down on the bed. “Wow, this is soft.”

  Then he noticed the suitcase at the foot of the bed. “My bag.” Grabbing it, he pulled out his contacts. He ran to the bathroom and slipped them in. When he stepped back into the bedroom his breath caught in his throat with his first good look at Margaid. A surge of heat shot through him. His balls felt like a vise squeezed his testicles and his erection grew hard.

  Her perfect oval face looked as luminous as an alabaster sculpture, with plump cheeks, dusted rose, and the added dazzle of a generous sprinkle of auburn freckles. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. She parted her full lips, revealing pearly teeth. As he peered at her, drinking in her beauty, his heart thudded.

  She ran her fingers from her temple through the long red strands of hair which tumbled in graceful curves down her back. Revealing a dainty ear adorned with a large pearl, probably taken from an oyster from the sea bottom near her cave.

  “You’re not squinting anymore. Can you really see better with slips of glass over your eyes?”

  He couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying, he only knew a flaming sensation engulfed him with one good look at her. “You’re gorgeous.” His cock swelled to the point of pain.

  “I am?”

  Covering her soft cheeks with his hands, he gazed into her eyes. He was a goner, drowning in her beauty. Tilting his head, he covered her mouth with his. He twisted his lips over hers, devouring the warm saltiness. Her trembling lips parted and he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, flicking it in and out, plunging deeper each time. She let out small moaning sounds as he stroked her hot, wet mouth. Fully aroused, hard as iron, his erection twitched with need.

  Andrew glided his hands from her cheeks to her soft shoulders and shoved her onto the bed. With his fingers, he gathered the thin fabric of her chiton and peeled it off her. He gaped at her lush breasts, he’d never seen rose-tipped mounds so beautifully formed. She was magic all right.

  He cupped a breast in each hand, squeezed and massaged the sultry flesh. Margaid’s moans almost thrust him over the edge as he pinched the pebble hard tips. Leaning his head down, he captured a quivering nipple between his teeth, and gently tugged. His tongue lashed the thrusting peak without mercy. Her breast jiggled, mesmerizing him all the more. A rush of heat swept through him. Margaid’s breath grew shallow.

  “I need you Andrew. This whole thing of the Sea God threatening to turn me into a sea horse has made me tense. But you make me happy, relaxed. I need you, want you inside me, so bad.”

  “Me too.” Andrew’s palms tingled from the heat of her skin as he glided them across the flat of her belly and to the juncture of her thighs. “The whole vampires or lhiannan shee are real thing and you wanting to claw me to shreds has me freaking out.” His fingers explored the red whorls between her legs. “Nervous. Need you, have to push into your softness, have to relax. Plus you make me laugh and there is no woman on earth as beautiful.” He slid his fingers down the downy nest to the stiff nub, and he flicked it.

  Margaid’s quick intake of breath turned into a high-pitched squeal.

  “I’ve got to have you now.” Withdrawing his fingers from the entrance to her sex, he grabbed her thighs. With one hand on each, he slid her legs apart and gaped at the pink, moist prize his growing erection ached for.

  At that moment there was a knock on the door. “Andrew, I’m coming in, okay.”

  “What?” His breath was heavy and he could barely speak. In his head he screamed no.

  What a nightmare for his mom to walk in on him now. He leapt off the bed and glanced at Margaid who lay there fully bared, with jutting breasts and arched thighs spread wide.

  He tilted his head toward the tall, strawberry-blonde woman of average weight, who strode in wearing a white terry robe over blue pajamas. “Mom.”

  “You look so flushed.” She peered straight at him as if she hadn’t even seen Margaid. “I hope you’re not coming down with anything.”

  I’m coming down with Margaid. “No, I feel fine.” Okay, she can’t see her. His gaze darted to the woman lying on his bed. Only I can see her. There he was gaping again at her breasts. His eyes shifted to the quivering petal like folds between her legs where pure joy awaited him.

  “Andrew, what’s wrong? Why is your mouth hanging wide open as you stare at your bed? You must really be tired?”

  “No, Mom, I’m fine.”

  “Did you see the bag?”

  “Yes, Mama.” He was afraid to ask, but he had to know for sure. “Do you see anyone else here?”

  “Oh, you mean like a ghost as in the ghost of our ancestors?”

  “Something like that.” He felt like an idiot. “No, you’re right, no one’s here but me and you.”

  “Kido, don’t make fun of me for coming all this way to find my roots.” She ruffled his hair like she had done back when he really was a kid. “We’re going to meet downstairs in the Paragon at 9:00 am, to take the train to Cregneash and see how people used to live.”

  “Where they live in huts with thatched roofs, plow with horses and spin and weave?”

  “That’s it. Oh, and be on your best behavior tomorrow, we’re having company for breakfast.”

  You don’t know the half of it. We’re having company right now. “Sound’s great.” Andrew gaped at Margaid’s wonderland. It would be a wild ride all night long. He could start as soon as he got his mother out of here. He smiled. “I’ll be there.”

  His mother gave him a peck. “Good night.” She closed the door behind her.

  “She really can’t see you.”

  “No, only you can.” Margaid stressed the word ‘you’ in a humorous tone.

  He ran his eyes down her long, shapely legs to her arched thighs. “Unbelievable. True magic.”

  His palms still burned from the touch of her before his mother burst in.

  “I don’t know how long you’ll feel that way. As your slave, I’ll be with you for the rest of your life. You might get tired of looking at me.”

  “Never.” He felt his soul melt when he peered into those emerald eyes.

  She eased into a sitting position. “Of course Mannan beg mac y Leir may draw that short, with one poof of his magic wand, I could be a water horse.”

  “I won’t let him. And I could never grow tired of you. It’s not possible.” But you will. Tired that no one can see you but me and fed up with being my slave. “It’s not right. It can’t be. I have to find that druid to get that old sea god to set you free.”

  “Why don’t you want me?” The sparkle in her eyes seemed to fade. “I mean, want me with you. I didn’t kill you. I didn’t drain your blood. I could never do that. I’ve never hurt anyone.” Her voice was shaky. “Why do you want to get rid of me, even at risk to your life?”

  As he gazed at her jutting breasts, the nipples still tight and erect from the earlier ministrations of his fingers and tongue, his throat went dry and his breath grew shallow. He managed to speak, those it came out raspy. “Crazy, the last thing I want is to get rid of you.” Plopping down on the bed at her side, he draped his arm around her waist. “You’re incredible. It’s not right for you to live an entire lifetime invisible to
everyone but me, unable to speak to anyone but me or be with anyone but me. To not even have a friend. I couldn’t do that to anyone. I certainly can’t do it to the woman−" I almost said it. Is it true? Is she’s the woman I love. Do I love her? “It’s not right for you, Margaid. We have to talk to the sea god.”

  Her eyes glittered with fear. “No.”

  She said it so loud he jumped, startled.

  “He could kill you. I won’t let you speak to him. So I’m your slave. I’m happy. I don’t want to be someone else’s slave and I don’t want to take men’s blood. I like you Andrew. I like being with you. I’m happy like this. If I can’t be with you, I’d rather be a water horse.”

  “No.” Andrew felt like she had unwittingly broken his heart. He couldn’t lose her. She couldn’t let the sea god turn her into anything. He wanted her. He needed her. He loved her. “People can’t belong to other people as slaves. I can’t do that. I‘d rather die than do that to you.”

  “So you want to talk to Mannan beg mac y Leir?”

  “Yes, we’ll go see that druid.”

  “You talk to him then, because I don’t want to.” She mimicked the neighing sound of a horse. “Where are my oats and hay?”

  “What?” He released a deep chuckle.

  “I'm practicing being a cabyll-ushtey.”

  “I won’t let him run his magic wand over you.” He took her dainty chin in his fingers. “I promise. I like you just the way you are.” Her warm breath fanned his face. He couldn’t focus on water horses and Mannan beg mac y Leir, all he could think of was Margaid.

  He tilted his head down until their lips touched. A fiery heat cut through him. His mouth devoured hers. The throbbing pain in his groin deepened. His cock hardened.

  When he reluctantly drew his lips away, Margaid rasped, “Oh really, because speaking of magic wands−”

  “Now, my wand is a different matter.” His erection jerked with the need to bury itself inside her soft, moist heat. “I very much want to run it over you.”

  She let out an exuberant whoop. “Let’s take a peek.”

  Andrew drew in a sharp breath as Margaid pulled his zipper down. The brush of her fingers against his crotch almost had him undone.

  “So big.” Her eyes grew wider.

  “Flattery is not needed. Believe me.” She didn’t need to do anything more to get him in the mood.

  “He’s such a big...boy.”

  “He’s hot for you.” Andrew fought the urgent need of his cock to push into her now.

  “That I can see.”

  “He wants to come inside you.”

  “He grew big and hard just for me.”

  “Yes, it’s all for you.” He wouldn’t be himself until he had her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, nor could he think of anything but Margaid. As she clutched his jeans at his hips and peeled off his pants, he gazed into her shiny, intense eyes.

  “Ta Graih aym orrym,” she breathily whispered.

  “What does that mean?”

  “I love you.” Her red lips stretched into a warm smile.

  Andrew gaped at her lips, so lush and full. “What did you say?”

  “Ta Graih aym orrym.”

  “Yeah. You could be telling me anything. You could be saying I’m a bad lay.”

  Her expression suddenly grew serious. “I love you," she said. “Ommidjagh!” Her voice held a bemused tone.

  “And what is ommidjagh?” He gulped. Gosh, she was going to make him admit he loved her. The moment he’d put his contacts in, he knew he was a goner. “Does it mean sweetheart?”

  “No, it means you’re bad in bed.” She flashed a wry smile.

  “Not funny.”

  “It means silly.” She let out a soft chortle.

  “Oh, I have to make you pay for that. I‘ll show you silly.”

  His mouth lunged for those lips that tasted of heat and honey. The minute his mouth touched hers, he was on fire.

  When he slipped his lips off hers, before he could think, he told her, “I love you.” Boy, was he in trouble.

  Margaid returned his kiss with a hard smooch and tugged on his lower lip with hers. She eased her lips off of his and met his gaze. “You shall be greatly rewarded. For you love me so much, you’ll risk your life so I can be free.”

  “And what is my reward?” He leaned his head close to hers.

  A smoldering promise of things to come gleamed in the depths of her eyes. She swung her leg over his, straddling him. He leaned his back against the soft bed. Tilting her head down to his bare sex, she slipped her fingers around the base of the hardened flesh. She parted her lips and took the mushroom head into her mouth.

  He closed his eyes and let out deep groan. His balls pulled tight with an intense yet pleasant pressure and his heart almost leapt out of his chest. His sensitive skin sizzled as his cock sunk into her hot mouth. He open his eyes and watched as she devoured every inch of his hard flesh, then slid her red lips back down his erection, till his dripping cock lay bare, almost fully exposed. Then she took him fully into her mouth once more. As she stroked and suckled his tingling, burning flesh, deep, raspy moans escaped his lips. His breathing came in pants. He felt his cock rub against the roof of her mouth and then touch the back of her throat. He gasped. She fluttered her soft finger tips on his balls and slid them over his sack in a circular motion.

  His entire body shuddered. Between her skilled fingers and her mouth he would burst at any moment.

  “Margaid, I only want to come inside the wet fire between your legs.”

  Drawing her mouth off of him, as she shifted her body the triangle of whorls and the lips of her vulva rubbed against his rock hard cock. She guided his erect arousal inside her, burying it to the hilt. Wrapping his cock in the warm, wet silk of her tight sheath as it stretched to accommodate him.

  She was so tight. He had to push into her again and again. His body would have nothing else. He had to take her hard and fast. Fuck her until he couldn’t fuck anymore. He thrust forward and she bucked with the impact.

  Margaid’s soft gasps and whimpers inflamed him all the more. He lunged deeper into her hidden heat. She rocked back and forth, riding him hard as he ground his iron flesh into her fiery liquid core. In and out, he pumped his firebrand into her, plunging deeper, higher, and faster each time.

  Margaid panted and moaned. The hotel bed creaked to the rhythm of his thrusts. He was so relieved his mother’s room was across the hall, if she’d been on the other side of that wall, she’d hear all their primeval noises as they made love.

  He planted one palm on each of her breasts and squeezed her soft flesh hard. Her mouth dropped open and her red tongue darted in and out as she panted like a freight train. He flicked his thumbs against her nipples then twisted the erect peaks. She whimpered with ecstasy. His need for release grew more desperate. Her fierce cries of pleasure heated his blood. A surge of liquid heat flooded her tight passage, soaking his cock as he pounded into her. He hovered just on the edge of an explosion. He moaned madly as they quivered with release together.

  His hammering heartbeat began to slow. Andrew’s rushing huffs ebbed into normal breaths. Gently, she pulled off of him and lay at his side. He wrapped his arm around her soft flesh, glistening with perspiration. He rose on one elbow, leaned down and kissed her trembling lips. Sucking the salty taste and breathing in the tangy scent of her sex.

  He withdrew his mouth from hers and gazed down at Margaid as she lay by his side. Her lids slipped over her eyes and her face held a dreamy expression.

  There was another knock. What now? “Mom?”

  From the other side of the door someone called, “Room service.”

  “It’s the burgers and sodas.” Having yanked his jeans back on, he opened the door, took the tray, and handed the guy a tip.

  Soon, he and Margaid were devouring the greasy hamburgers.

  “This is so yummy and delicious.” Grasping the large bun as best she could, sauce dribbled down her chin as her
meat slipped further out of the bun. She shook her glass. “What are these clear, cold pebbles?”

  “Crushed ice.”

  It had been a long night. He gobbled down the hamburger, leaving nothing but a piece of lettuce on the plate. “I’m so sleepy now.”

  He gazed at Margaid, taking in her lush shape.

  She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  Suddenly he felt wide awake.

  “You are so hot. You burn my fingers. Let me cool Mr. Big down.” She dipped her long fingers deep into the cup and pulled them out, dripping wet and clutching a handful of crushed ice. She opened her lips wide and dropped the slippery pellets inside her mouth.

  Straddling his thighs, she curled her fingers around the base of his erection. She opened her mouth and swopped down on his cock. She pulled his flesh into her mouth as the ice rolled around her mouth. With sensations of freezing and flaming, he moaned mercilessly.

  She shifted her hand round his shaft as she moved her mouth up and down him. The ice and her mouth caused fiction, massaging his flesh, stroking every inch, every nerve. So cold and wet, hot shivers racked his body. He panted mindlessly and before he could pull back his cream spilled into her mouth.

  She gulped hard and drew her mouth off his flesh. She raised her head up and gazed into his eyes. “Ice, you say. I like it.”

  Between pants he managed to rasps in a deep, hoarse tone, “Me too.”

  Before she could say anything he grabbed her hips and rolled her over so now his body was on top. “Your turn.”

  He grabbed the cup and tilted it to his lips, filling his mouth with ice. He clamped his lips together till the crushed ice melted leaving his tongue cold. He grasped her thighs and spread her legs till her she lay opened full before his gaze. He reached into the coke and pulled out one pebble of crushed ice and rolled it across the folds of her red flesh. She quivered and mewed. Then he leaned his head down and licked her delicate flesh with his icy tongue. Then he dipped his cold tongue inside her hot channel.

  He thrust his tongue in and out until she bucked beneath him. He pulled his tongue out and licked the folds of her vulva. With his finger he rubbed the hard nub then he removed his finger and replaced it with his ice cold tongue swirling it around and around then he blew a puff of cold air into her moist canal. He slipped two fingers inside delving deep and deeper pumping her then he replaced his finger with his rock hard cock sinking deep into her. He reached to the cup and dipped his fingers in the crushed ice then roamed his fingers across her breasts, pinching her nipples as he slammed his cock into her.