Chapter is rated M for sexual content.
Chapter 45: Kissing
Lilly was at the bar in the sitting room going over the portfolio of Nuckelavee, their first target to go after, while drinking whiskey. Arthur was in a chair reading the one about the Cait Síth as he was sipping on some bourbon. The boys were resting at his feet.
"I dunno, this one just seems like a big wild cat to me," Arthur said to Lilly.
Lilly chuckled. "Well, there's only one kind of wild cat that I know of in Scotland and they aren't any bigger than a regular cat. Plus, Ireland has it's own version of the creature: cait sidhe."
"A fairy cat? We're goin' after a fairy?"
Lilly smirked at her husband. "Or a witch. Nobody really knows what that cat is."
"So how do we kill it?"
"If it is a fairy, we use iron. Otherwise, silver might do. I'm not sure."
"Iron?" Arthur closed the portfolio. "The same thing that hurts Adair?"
"Yes." Lilly went back to looking at the Nuckelavee folder. "Adair is a fairy."
Arthur took another drink. "I thought she was a goddess?"
"She's both."
"Is The Morrigan a fairy too?"
"Yes." Lilly took a drink of whiskey. "Don't be surprised. Even leprechauns are considered fairies."
"You're shittin' me."
"Nope."
"How do you know all this?"
Lilly giggled. "My father and mother were wonderful storytellers and almost every bedtime story was about Irish folklore. I suppose they told us because the stories ended up being true." Lilly frowned suddenly. "...I really wish they were alive to meet their grandchildren."
Arthur put the folder down and walked to Lilly, standing behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "You might not have your parents, but at least the kids have their uncles."
Lilly turned her head to him with a sad smile. "There's that, at least."
Arthur leaned down and kissed her. "Tell me about this Nuckelavee."
Lilly took a deep breath, forgetting her sadness for the moment, and read the description out loud.
The Nuckelavee is described as having a head and torso in the shape of a man but with a huge head and a large mouth protruding out like that of a pig. The creature had one single red eye that burned like fire. It had a man's torso attached to a horse's back but with long arms that could reach the ground. The creature is without hair and skin. A raw body where his black blood could be seen coursing through his veins. Every pulsating muscle on show.
Arthur laughed. "That sounds bad. Is there a sketch or something?"
Lilly turned a couple pages to a drawing of what was described of the beast. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. "Ó a Dhia..." [Oh my God...]
Arthur shuddered. "Nasty lookin' fucker, ain't it?"
"Very."
"They don't got somethin' like this in Ireland?"
"Hmm, no. The closest I can think of is the Dullahan."
"The Dullahan?"
"Basically the American equivalent of the Headless Horseman."
Arthur gave her a confused look. "The Headless Horseman?"
Lilly scoffed in frustration. "Really, Arthur? You never read the book?"
"What book?"
With an eye roll, Lilly shooed off her husband. "Oh nevermind."
Arthur cackled and pulled her off the bar stool. "You stop that and c'mere," he said, then he kissed her.
Lilly giggled into his mouth and kissed him back. "You're a silly man, Arthur Morgan."
"I'm your silly man," he said. "Now, we should get to bed. It's late and we have a lot of traveling to do tomorrow."
Both the couple held hands as they finished their drinks, walked out to their bedroom, undressed, and climbed into bed. Arthur held his wife from behind and they both fell asleep.
Patrick was in bed reading a book when he heard a knock on his hotel room door. Strange...who would be knocking on his door in the middle of the night? He put on his night robe and walked to the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Adair at the door.
"Adair..." he said. "What are ya doing here?"
Adair lowered her gaze. "I wanted to see you before tomorrow. We're leaving at first light."
"Oh." Patrick backed up and held the door open more. "Well, come in."
Adair walked in and Patrick noticed she seemed anxious about something. She kept her back to him and her head bowed. "I...um...I know we were supposed to go drinking tonight. I'm sorry I didn't show up."
"It's fine. I was a little disappointed, but I'll get over it."
Adair turned back around and looked Patrick in the eye. "What are your intentions, Sir Patrick?"
The man blinked a few times. "I don't get yer meaning, lass."
"I mean for me. For...us? Because I do not think I can pursue you further."
Patrick closed in on her with a squinting of his eyes. "Why not?"
"Because Lilly explained to me what "courting" is, and I am afraid we can have none of that."
"That is not a proper explanation."
"I..." Adair huffed and looked up at him. "I was in love once...with a human. It did not end well and I wish for it not to happen again."
Patrick put his hands on her shoulders. "I thought ya were only trying tah bed me."
"I was...until recently. You see, I have...feelings, Patrick. For you. I do not wish for them to grow any further than they-"
"Oh no ya don't!" Patrick yanked her in and kissed her. He felt Adair relax in his arms and mirror the kiss. "Dunna ya start that just now, ya silly lass! We're going tah keep this thing going and that is the end of it."
"Patrick, I cannot-"
Patrick kissed her again to shut her up. Once more the goddess melted in his arms. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, making her moan into his mouth. "I already let one woman go, I wilna let another go quite so easily!" he snapped at her.
Adair stared at him for a few moments before grabbing his head and pulling it to her, kissing him hungrily. She ran her fingers through his black hair and moaned once more, causing Patrick to growl against her lips and push her to the wall. He pinned her arms up with one hand while grasping her waist with the other, still kissing her like a mad man.
"Patrick, I-"
"Oh, shut up woman!"
He pinned his whole body against her and kissed her harder. Adair whimpered and Patrick felt his groin stirring tremendously. He pulled back to catch his breath, as did Adair.
"Póg tú go maith," Adair said breathlessly. [You kiss well.]
Patrick jerked his head with a chuckle. "Fan go dtí go bhfeiceann tú an méid a dhéanfaidh mé chugainn." [Wait until you see what I do next.]
Patrick pressed her to the wall again and kissed Adair heavily. He forced her mouth open with his tongue and wiggled it around inside. Adair whimpered again and sucked on his tongue. Patrick grunted when she did that.
"Tá tú eolach ar seo," he said. [You are familiar with this.]
"Sea." [Yes.]
"Ba mhaith leat níos mó?" [You want more?]
"Sea." [Yes.] Patrick shoved his tongue back into her mouth and she sucked on it again before wiggling her tongue around his. Patrick then suckled on her tongue and she giggled in delight. "That tickles."
Patrick let out a chuckle and stopped sucking on her tongue. "Mmm, sorry."
"That's okay, I like it."
Patrick kissed the spot behind her jaw, just under her ear, and he felt Adaur shudder underneath him. He placed butterfly kisses on the side of her neck and throat. "And this too?"
"Yes," Adair moaned out.
A hand traveled down Adair's body to in between her legs. "And this?"
"Yes."
Patrick gazed into her eyes as he lifted her ankle length skirt. The fabric was soft but durable. His fingers roamed around underneath until he found her sweet spot and Adair closed her eyes, leaning her head back. Patrick massaged her clit and made Adair moan out. God, she was so hot. He was pleasuring a goddess and the thought of it made his erection even harder than it already was. Lips caressed her throat as he fingered her and Adair started to breathe heavily. Her legs spread wider to allow Patrick to go further inside her and as he stroked her, Patrick could feel her getting more wet.
"Oh, yer soaked," he whispered into her ear.
"Patrick, you're going to make me...ooh, right there, yes..."
"I'm going to make ya what?" he uttered against the side of her neck.
"You're going to make me come."
"Good." Patrick rubbed her clit harder and fingered her faster. As much as he wanted to taste her right now, Patrick was still doing his utmost to keep himself restrained. He was a gentleman, after all. The thought made him chuckle as Adair's chest heaved, her moans growing louder by the second. Suddenly he felt her pussy pulsate around his fingers and she arched her back as a brief cry escaped her. He'd just made a goddess orgasm and he was feeling high as a kite about it. He pulled his fingers out and tasted them, letting Adair watch him. "Mmm...yer cunt tastes magnificent."
Adair, looking at him with flushed cheeks and starlit eyes, pulled him to her. "Make love to me right now."
Patrick tsked her. "So demanding...no no, not yet. But soon..." He caressed her face, rubbing a thumb across her lips. "Soon I'll..." He pressed himself up against her and rubbed himself on her, making her whole body twitch. "Fuck the hell out of ya, but all good things to those who wait."
Adair chuckled at him. "You are such a bad man, making me wait. I could just force myself on you."
"I know, but ya wilna do that. Otherwise, ya would have already."
"You wouldn't be able to stop me." Adair suddenly reached into his pants and Patrick grunted as she gripped his hardened shaft. "And it seems like your body wouldn't want me to stop."
Patrick's eyes rolled back as she began to stroke him. "Adair, ya-"
Adair kissed him passionately as she continued to work his cock in her grasp. "Yes? Should I stop?"
Patrick shook his head immediately. "No, dunna ya dare..."
Adair chuckled and went faster, her thumb occasionally rubbing the tip of his member. This made Patrick's body tremble when she did this little action. And the more she did it, the closer he got. Adair suddenly started using two hands on him to envelope him completely and Patrick's eyes fluttered. The pace increased and he found himself pumping himself into her hands. He slammed his fist on the wall and lowered his head. Adair teased his mouth with hers and it made Patrick grunt. Small groans erupted from Patrick's mouth as his body temperature skyrocketed and sweat started forming on his brow. Soon after, he let out a loud groan and his dick spasmed as he finished all over Adair's belly. A deep growl formed in his throat as his body started coming down from the high of climaxing. Adair slowly let go of him and looked down at her belly. She took a finger and dipped it in the semen befor bringing it to her mouth and sucking it off, much to Patrick's amazement.
"Mmm, salty," she said.
His jaw dropped at the sight. "Ó a Dhia..." he whimpered. [Oh my God...]
Patrick tucked himself back into his pajama bottoms and looked around for something to wipe off the come with. He found one of his handkerchiefs and started wiping off her belly. She looked amused. "I can clean it off myself, you know."
Patrick smirked as he finished cleaning her up. "Yes, well, I'd much rather kiss ya without all me sperm in yer mouth at the time."
"Oh. Ha!"
Patrick tossed the cloth and kissed her again. "Mmm, that was so good..."
Adair threw her arms about him and kissed him gently. "What you did was so good, too..."
Patrick barked with laughter and held her close. "Can ya spend the night or do ya haftah go back tah Arthur and Lilly's room?"
"I should probably go back."
"Nooo..." Patrick whined playfully, pressing her to the wall again and brushing his lips against hers. "No. Stay with me."
"What if Arthur wakes up without Lilly? He might panic or something."
Patrick cackled loudly. "He's a big boy and can take care of himself." He lifted Adair in his arms and brought her to the bed. "Nope, yet staying with me tonight, lass."
Adair crawled into bed and smiled. "So demanding." Patrick removed his robe, revealing his chiseled chest, arms and stomach. "Oof. So handsome, too."
Patrick got into the bed and laid down on his back, holding his arms open to the goddess in his bed. "Come on."
Adair snuggled up to him and rested her head on his chest. Patrick kissed the top of her head. Soon, they both fell asleep.
"Hey, you two. We need to leave," Arthur said as he packed up his saddle bags. He was staring at Adair and Patrick, the two lovebirds. Arthur had woken up that morning to find his wife's side of the bed empty, making him ornery because he couldn't have a "good morning" with his Lilly. Still, he needed to be patient. It was hard for both Adair and Lilly to be sharing a body and for both of them to have different lovers.
"Just hurry back, okay?" Patrick said to Adair, kissing her knuckles.
"We will," she replied.
Arthur sighed and started packing up Liath's saddle bags too. He might as well since Lilly wasn't around to do it. He looked at the two and rolled his eyes as he watched them kiss over and over. "Oh for chrissakes, you two."
Adair glared at Arthur. "Oh you hush up. If it was you and Lilly, we'd be patient."
"If it was me and Lilly, we'd have been done with one big kiss and a few exchanging of words by now."
Patrick chuckled and kissed Adair's cheek. "Don't mind him. He's just a grumpy old man."
Arthur cackled. "We're ready. C'mon now, say your goodbyes."
Patrick gave Adair one more kiss. "I'll see ya when ya get back."
Adair climbed onto Liath and smiled at Patrick. "See ya."
Patrick held her hand as Adair and Arthur slowly rode off out of the stables. Their hands slipped from each other as they exited. Arthur gave Patrick a small wave as they turned down the street and headed north through the city. It took almost an hour to finally get out of the city to the countryside but once they were out of sight of big groups of people, Adair shifted back into Lilly. As soon as that happened, Arthur smirked at her. "Can I have my kiss now?"
Lilly laughed, leaned over and kissed her husband. "Tá grá agam duit." [I love you.]
"Tá grá agam duit." [I love you.]
