“They say his manhood is as big as a stallion’s.” Noss laughed softly. “You will tell me if it is so tomorrow, Lara.”
“I will,” Lara promised, and then she chuckled.
“You are like a pair of young maidens, heads together, giggling,” Noss’s husband, Liam, leader of the clan family Fiacre, said as he joined them. “What is it that amuses you two? What mischief are you up to this afternoon?”
“We are speaking on the subject of men,” Noss told her mate. “Lara has decided to take pleasures with Roan.”
“Good!” Liam replied. “Now maybe he will stop mooning about each time he learns you are here in the New Outlands.”
“Or maybe he will moon even more,” Lara teased Liam pertly.
Liam threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Be gentle with the fellow for all our sakes, my lady Domina,” he said.
At the evening meal Roan could hardly keep his eyes from Lara, and when his hand went to his cup once too often she laid her own hand over his saying softly, “It is impossible that a man of your years and experience could disappoint me, unless of course he grew too drunk to enjoy what we both anticipate. After this afternoon’s little demonstration I am eager to be with you tonight, my lord Roan.”
“I yearn for you, and yet you terrify me now that what I have so longed for is to become a reality,” Roan admitted, low.
“Then we shall not wait any longer, my lord,” Lara said. “Come,” she said, rising from her seat at the High Board and leading him from the hall.
He stumbled after her wondering what had happened to his confidence. How long had he desired this woman? Years! And now that he was to obtain his heart’s desire he was actually frightened of what was to come. What if he didn’t measure up to her other lovers? What if he disappointed her? Was the anticipation to be better than the reality?
Lara brought him to the small chamber that was hers when she visited the Fiacre. Closing the door behind her, she turned the key in the lock. A mattress upon a slightly raised platform took up most of the space. On the narrow wall a small window was open to the evening sky. Lara shrugged off her pale green cotton gown, saying as she did, “I do not want you tearing one of the few summer garments I keep here.” Then she rotated about so that she was facing him. “Is everything as you expected, Roan?” she asked him.
The Horse Lord’s mouth fell open as his dark blue eyes devoured the female before him. He was not used to women taking the initiative when it came to pleasures. He was not certain as he viewed her perfect form if he liked her boldness, but then she smiled at him.
“Oh, Roan, I have startled you, haven’t I? I am sorry.” Stepping up to him, she brushed her lips across his. “Will you let me undress you? Or do you prefer to do it yourself?” Lara smiled again.
“Nay,” he managed to say. “You do it.”
“Oh, I am glad you will let me,” she purred as her fingers undid the horn buttons on his soft leather jerkin. Beneath he wore a cotton shirt, and she unlaced it, sliding her palms across his smooth chest as she pushed the shirt off over his shoulders and down his sinewy arms. Bending, she licked at his nipples. Then, kneeling, she helped him to pull off his boots before undoing the close-fitting leather pants he wore and sliding them over his tight buttocks. Her hands lingered on his flesh, caressing him teasingly.
He was on fire. His heart was beating so hard he thought it would burst through his chest. When she nuzzled her face into his groin he actually groaned. Roan pulled Lara to her feet and kissed her passionately. Her mouth opened easily beneath his. Their tongues sparred lustfully back and forth. She caught his, and briefly sucked on it. But then Lara broke off the embrace, and stepped back to frankly survey him.
“It is true,” she said thoughtfully.
“What is true?” he managed to ask her in return.
“You are hung as well as your own stallion, my lord Roan. I had heard it said, but so often such rumors have no place in truth.” She ran her fingernails very lightly down his length then wrapped her hand about his thickness, squeezing gently. “Ah yes, I believe we will give each other great pleasures,” Lara told him.
He was beginning to regain his equilibrium. Her boldness was very exciting, but it was not in the natural order of things. He needed to regain control of their situation. Pushing her firmly to her knees, he rubbed the tip of his manhood against her ripe lips, watching through slitted eyes as she opened her mouth and took him in. “Very good, my beauty,” he told her. “Now please me, woman, as you were meant to do.”
A single hand began to knead at her head, his thick fingers digging into her scalp as she tugged and sucked at the large manhood. She could sense its life force as it began to throb. She could taste his excitement. Lara teased the manhood within her mouth, drawing it deeper into her throat. He groaned again.
“Cease your torture, faerie woman! I can bear no more,” he admitted to her.
Lara rose long enough to collapse upon the mattress, her legs open and hanging over it. “Come, my lord, and take what you have so long yearned for,” she invited him.
He knelt down. “First, faerie woman, you must suffer as you have made me suffer,” he told her. His tongue licked swiftly up the inside of one thigh and down the other. It flickered down her shadowed slit, pushing between her nether lips, seeking out her sensitive spot. Her whimper told him when he had found it. His mouth tugged on the little nub of flesh until she was writhing upon the mattress. Satisfied at last he stood, and, sliding his hands beneath her hips, Roan drew Lara to him, sheathing her slowly until he was deep. Then he began to pump her.
Lara’s entire body relaxed as he filled her and began to work his great manhood back and forth. As he moved faster and deeper, her head began to spin with the pleasure that began to arise from deep within her. “Do not stop,” she cried out to him. “Use this mare as long as you can, my great stallion! Deeper! Aah, that is it! Yes!”
Her words seemed to excite him further, and Lara could have sworn that his manhood become thicker and harder within her. She wrapped her legs about his torso, and, well mounted now, he released his hold upon her hips, reaching out instead to grasp her full breasts, squeezing them hard, and leaning forward so he might suckle her, and bite her tempting nipples while his great manhood pistoned her until Lara was moaning with the pleasure he was giving her. Finally unable to bear any more of this delight, she released her juices, screaming softly as she did.
At the sound of her voice raised in pleasured agony the Horse Lord spilled his own juices, and roared with his open pleasure. It was difficult to stop pumping her, for his lust was hot and highly engaged. At last he managed to withdraw from her, and collapsed next to her upon the mattress. When he found his voice again he said, “You are even more magnificent than I imagined, my beauty. You were well worth the wait.”
“And you, my lord Roan, are to be complimented for your tender vigor,” Lara told him. Rolling over, she nipped at his shoulder. “I want more of you.”
“You are the boldest female I have ever known,” he said.
“I am an honest woman, my lord Roan,” she responded. “The night is new, and I have many pleasures to share with you before the dawn comes. Do you think a woman is only to be taken upon her back?” And Lara laughed at the look of surprise upon his rough, handsome face. “You are more than well equipped to play stallion to my mare. I am not surprised you have eight wives, and I will wager none pleases you as I have pleased you in these last few minutes.”
“My women are gentle and complaisant,” he replied. “A man likes a woman who knows her place.”
“Was not the pleasure you just had with me better than any you have previously known?” Lara demanded to know. “It was, and you lie if you say otherwise!”
He roared with his laughter, admitting, “Aye, I have never known pleasures such as we have just shared. Why is that?”
“Because I am as you have proclaimed, bold. I am your equal, Roan. Indeed I am your superior! You do not know what to expect of me. I am not ordinary. We could not be wed to one another, my lord, but we will be grand lovers if you will trust me, and follow my lead. Do you think you can, Horse Lord?”
She was the most exciting woman he had ever know. “Aye,” he said. “Lead on!”
Lara jumped up. Following her, he climbed through the narrow window, and out into a moonlit field where she knelt in the sweet grass. He mounted her as a stallion would a mare, thrusting deep, biting her neck, roaring with pleasure as she squealed and bucked beneath him. She was pure magic, and more than well worth his long wait.
