Chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Chapter 42: Hunting

Arthur and Lilly quickly undressed and he grabbed the book before going over to the table with Lilly. She rolled her eyes as he opened to the page he wanted. "Did you already forget what we were doin'?" she asked him.

"No, I just wanna make sure we're doin' it right," he replied. He found the page and set it on the table. "Alright. Sit."

Lilly smirked at him. "So demanding. Aren't you goin' to say please?"

Arthur picked her up and forced her down, then he put her legs over his shoulders. "No, woman, I'm not. Now put your hands behind you, like the picture."

Lilly glanced at the book and sighed before placing her palms on the surface, her fingers pointed towards him. Now Arthur was getting a little irritated at her casual demeanor. She seemed bored. He put his legs shoulder-length apart, bent a little at the knees, and put his hands on her lower back to pull her closer. His member pressed against her labia and she gasped. "Oooh, are you goin' to tease me?"

Arthur shook his head. "No. I'm goin' to fuck the hell out of you."

Lilly giggled and wiggled herself to allow him in. "Well hurry up, I'm wai-" Arthur shoved himself in and Lilly cried out. "Ó a Dhia!" [Oh my God!]

Arthur cackled and thrust into her deeply, making her scream out again. "Sin céart. Béic, mo bhean chéile." [That's right. Scream, my wife.]

Lilly kept shouting all sorts of things like "yes", "fuck", "more", and "deeper" as Arthur plunged into her over and over. If he was being honest with himself, Arthur wanted to scream from how deep he was able to be inside Lilly. It was taking all his willpower not to. However, that didn't mean he would keep quiet and he certainly couldn't.

"Oh Lilly! God damn, Lilly!" his voice warbled.

He kissed her passionately as the table began to rock back and forth on its legs. As he grasped her hips and pushed and pulled them to penetrate her more, the table creaked and groaned from the activity. Arthur growled into her mouth and lifted her off the table. He held her by her back and looked around for something to balance her on. The dresser. That would work. He tried to walk over there quickly but found he wouldn't make it because she was gyrating her hips on him while he walked. Instead of the dresser, Arthur pinned Lilly on the wall and as soon as he was thrusting into her again, he realized the leverage of the wall was much better than the table. Lilly wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and screamed even louder than she was screaming beforehand. At this point Arthur found he had to pace his breathing and they were both drenched in sweat. Suddenly he felt Lilly's pussy clenched around him and she yelled into his mouth. Arthur felt liquid spurt out from her and he looked down.

"Jesus Christ, Lillian..." he groaned loudly. "You came all over me.

"Sorry," she moaned out, her breathing ragged and high pitched. Her whole body was trembling against him and tears were rolling down her face. He absolutely loved it.

"Don't be sorry. Do it again."

Lilly nodded and Arthur went back to thrusting in and out of her. As he held Lilly by her buttocks, she pulled his upper body to her and kissed him. Arthur leaned into her and soon he felt her womanhood spasm and gush once more. His eyes rolled back a little and he growled into her mouth. He could feel himself getting close so he slowed down a bit to pace himself. Fingertips gripped her butt cheeks and she yelped from being pinched, but Arthur didn't care. He nibbled on her neck softly and she moaned his name. He increased his pace a little bit and Lilly once again came around him which sent him over the edge. He plunged into her as deeply as he could when he came and he growled loudly into her mouth. Both of them were shaking tremendously, wet hair was stuck to their sweaty faces, and their breaths were shallow and loud.

"Oh...my...God...Arthur..." Lilly whispered in between breaths. "That...was so..."

"...So fuckin'...good..." Arthur whispered back. "That...was the best...sex I've...ever had," he said, chuckling against her lips.

They pressed their foreheads together and Arthur helped Lilly put her legs down. "I don't think...I can walk..." Lilly said. "my legs...are like jelly..."

"Mine too. Think...we can make...it to the bed?"

Lilly shook her head and laughed. "I doubt it."

Lilly slumped to the floor slowly and so did Arthur. He turned around and laid his head on Lilly's lap as she sat with her legs crossed. He looked up at her and smiled. "Remind me to...thank the king...for that book."

Lilly giggled and started twirling a small piece of Arthur's hair as she looked down at him lovingly. "Me too."

Arthur could feel his heart slowing as well as his breathing. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. "Man, I could eat a whole boar right about now."

Lilly laughed. "We ate not even an hour ago."

"Yeah but I want more food now."

Lilly giggled, bent down and kissed Arthur's forehead. "You want me to go find you some food?"

"Ah, would you, darlin'?"

"Yes."

"You're a saint, you know that?"

Lilly chuckled lightly and lifted his head off her lap. "Yes. Now what do you want?"

"Surprise me." Arthur listened to her getting dressed and opened his lazy eyes to watch her. He smiled while he gazed at Lilly's ass. "Is breá liom do asal." [I love your ass.]

Lilly turned to look at him with a smirk. "Go raibh maith agat." [Thank you.]

"Tá fáilte romhat." [You're welcome.]

"You know you have a fine ass, too." Lilly finished pulling up her pants and grabbed her black shirt.

"Haha, do I?"

"Of course." Lilly buttoned her shirt up and grabbed her boots. "You just gonna lay there or are you gonna get into our bed?" Arthur cackled and slowly got up. He crawled into bed and Lilly pulled the covers over him. She kissed him gently with a smile. "I'll be back, mo chuisle."

Arthur grinned and watched her leave the room. He sighed happily and relaxed in the bed. "God, what a woman."


Lilly went down the stairs to the restaurant to order two big plates of haggis with mashed potatoes and two beers to wash it all down, along with two raw pieces of steak for the boys. Lilly waited at the counter in the bar and she spotted Patrick having a drink. She grinned and went to sit next to him. "Hey there, stranger."

He looked at her and smirked before taking a drink of scotch. "Mm, hey there. How are ya, lass?"

"I'm great. You?"

Patrick shrugged. "Hanging in there."

Lilly ordered a scotch for herself and put money on the counter. "Rough day, lad?"

"Ha. Very."

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Nah, just wanna drink."

"Okay." Lilly took a sip of scotch and hummed. "This is good."

"Yeah, say what ya want about the Scots. They make a fine drink."

Lilly held up her glass and smiled at him. "That they do."

Patrick raised his. "To Scotland."

They clinked their glasses. "To Scotland." They both took their shots and Lilly noticed the food was ready. "Ah, my food's here."

Patrick took a glance. "Haggis, huh?"

"Yep. Arthur's hungry."

"I want to talk to Patrick," Adair said. "Tomorrow. I liked hunting with him on our trips up here."

Lilly chuckled. "Adair said she liked hunting with you and would like to speak with you tomorrow."

Patrick blushed a bit. "Oh, she did, huh?"

Lilly smiled brightly. "You know I'm not always privy to her awareness. Sometimes I'm asleep when she's out, but I saw enough to know that you two are gettin' on just fine."

Patrick shook his head. "Even if we were, she's stuck in your body. I can't-"

"She won't be stuck forever."

Patrick gaped at her. "What do you mean?"

Lilly chuckled in amusement. "I mean once she full ascends, we won't be sharin' bodies anymore. She'll be her own person. Er, goddess, I should say." Lilly grabbed the tray of food and smiled at Patrick. "I gotta go."

Lilly turned but Patrick stopped her. "I'll see Adair tomorrow...noon sound good?"

"Yes," Adair said.

"Yeah. Sounds good," Lilly said. She walked away with her tray of food.


Adair and Patrick were on a hunting expedition together during the trip up to Scotland. They were riding their horses fast chasing after a herd of red deer that the boys had rounded up. While Adair was more than capable of merely flying and plucking one from the ground, she preferred to use a bow for her hunts. Adair picked one out to target and notched her arrow. As she aimed, she caught a glimpse of Patrick with his rifle. "You wanna go first?" she asked him.

Patrick grinned at her as they rode. "Ladies first," he replied.

Adair smirked and eyed her target once more. She shot and nailed the deer in the head, making it fall over. Patrick took his shot and it echoed as another deer got knocked down. They slowed their horses and halted. They both dismounted and went to their kills. As she yanked out her arrow, she pivoted to look at Patrick. "Nice shot."

Patrick chuckled. "Thanks."

Adair bent down, pulled out her knife and started skinning. As she turned around she saw Patrick staring at her and she stood up straight. "Something on your mind?"

Patrick lowered his gaze and took off his jacket to her ready for skinning. "No."

Adair watched him toss the jacket and bend down to begin his work. The knife sliced into the belly of the deer and Patrick started tearing it off. Adair walked over to him to study his progress. With a nod if approval, she bent at the knees and nudged him. "You are good at this."

Patrick eyed her for a moment. "Thanks."

Adair grabbed his chin and he gasped as she turned Patrick's head to face her. "You were staring at me."

Patrick gulped. "I'm sorry, I didna mean tah stare, but-"

Adair put a finger to his lips. "Do you think I mind being stared at? Especially by you?" With a caress of her palm, Adair pressed it to his cheek. "I like it when you stare."

Patrick got up quickly and backed up. "I shouldna be staring at ya, though."

The goddess of hunting, war and death stood up straight. "Why? What are you so afraid of, Patrick?" She inched closer to him. "Why are you so afraid of me?"

"Because yer Lilly! I canna be-" Adair got closer and he backed up more. "Christ, woman! Would ya please not do that?"

Adair pouted. "Patrick, I know you want me. I can tell."

Patrick blushed. "I havena clue what ya mean!"

Adair giggled and cornered him into a tree. "Stop lying. If you were staring, it means you want me. So use your words and tell me what is wrong."

Patrick stared into her eyes, looking frightened as can be. "Adair, I...yer sharing a body with Lilly. I canna do...anything with you, even though I'd very much like to."

Adair's eyes twinkled. "Oh, and what would you like to do to me?"

"Christ, ya...Adair, please, let's finish our hunt and go."

"Lilly is asleep. We could just..." Adair's fingers trailed down his chest. "You know..."

Patrick grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Adair, please. I said no."

Adair pouted seductively. "You are no fun at all, Patrick Nolan."

"Adair!" She heard Arthur yell. She rolled her eyes and turned around to look at Arthur. "Quit torturin' the man," he said with a chuckle.

Adair grumbled. "Both of you are no fun at all." Adair stomped over to her kill and went on with her skinning.

Patrick laughed. "Ya stomp around like a little girl having a tantrum."

"Yes, well, even a goddess has wants and needs, Patrick!" Adair yelled. "It's not rightly fair that Lilly gets to an infinite amount of sex with Arthur and I get...Lilly, what phrase am I looking for here?!"

"I thought ya said she was asleep?" Patrick laughed.

"I lied!"

"Jack shit, diddly squat, niche, nada...pick one," Lilly said.

"I get jack shit!" Adair snapped.

Arthur and Patrick both laughed loudly. "Patrick, if it makes you feel better, Lilly and I both agreed Adair is allowed to have sexual relations with others. Hell, she has once already."

Patrick's jaw dropped. "Really? With who?"

"Eagle Flies," Adair said. "An Indian back in the States. God, he was...Lilly, help me out here."

"He was such a man?" Lilly offered.

"Right! He was such a man!" Adair yelled.

Patrick wheezed out a laugh and so did Arthur. "Come on, Patrick, give her somethin'. A kiss, at least."

Patrick sighed. "I'm not ready fer that."

Adair scoffed. "Yeah, well, I could very well find another man to go have relations with, Patrick, so you better get ready soon because I won't be waiting around forever!" Adair grabbed the deer skin and put it on Liath.

As she went for the deer, Patrick approached her. "Look, Adair...ya only just started expressing interest in me. And I'm the type of man that likes to get to know someone first before I...ya know, start having relations."

Adair frowned. "Why?"

"Well, that's what a gentleman does. Well, typically a gentleman waits until marriage but, as I told Lilly, I have layers."

Adair crossed her arms. "What does that mean?"

Patrick put his hands behind his back. "It means that I am not black and white. I'm grey.

"I don't understand."

Patrick chuckled. "Ya know, for a goddess as old as you, yer such an innocent wee lass."

"I am not!"

"Sure ya are, because ya got layers too."

Her nose crinkled up with confusion. "Arthur, translate this nonsense for me."

Arthur chuckled as he lit up a cigarette. "He means you got different parts to your personality."

A stunned Patrick looked at Arthur. "Well that was easy."

Arthur took in a puff of smoke. "Guess you'll have to learn how to talk to her, too."

Adair rolled her eyes and picked up the deer, throwing it over her shoulder and tossing it on Liath. "Shall we go back to camp to eat?" she asked, feeling bored now.

Patrick loaded up his deer and deer skin. The three travelers and the wolves went back to their makeshift camp and cooked their food. Adair fed the wolves some deer meat as she ate. As darkness fell, the men got ready to go to their tents. "Can I have my wife back now?" Arthur asked.

Adair shook her head. "I'm going out. I saw a spring not too far from here. I'm going to go bathe." Adair turned on her heel and walked out of the valley into the woods.

She didn't go far before she found the spring with a waterfall. Bathing naked sounded nice. She landed on the bank and began to undress when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, Adair was surprised to find Patrick had followed her.

"Look, lass, if I offended ya, it was not intentional," he said.

Adair rolled her eyes and turned around to undress herself. "You should avert your eyes since I'm-"

Patrick turned her around and looked down at her face. "I'm sorry."

As she looked up at him, Adair smirked with a suggestive look in her eyes. "I thought you were a gentleman?"

"I told ya, I have layers." Patrick put a hand to her face and kissed her gently. Adair closed her eyes and returned it. Before it could turn hot and heavy, Patrick pulled back from it. "Yer so bonnie, but I wantah take me time with ya, if that's alright."

Adair sighed in frustration. "I don't understand this ritual of waiting."

A laugh escaped Patrick's mouth. "Have ya not had yer fair share around humans?"

"A little, but that was over five centuries ago. I spent most of my time in Tír na nÓg."

"So how come you got blamed for the famines?"

Adair didn't want to answer and quickly pulled away from him. "I need to bathe." She turned around and started undressing herself. When she finished, she dove into the pool and swam underneath.