We continued to rock in rhythm, licking and sucking, locked in the perfect sixty-nine configuration. We were both growing more and more achingly aroused. Just when I was getting too near, I slipped my dick slowly out of her mouth. I managed to withdraw in time, just a heartbeat before going over the edge.
Sensing I was near climax, she took a breather. Literally. Blowing a cooling breath over my cock, as my need backed off just enough to get control back. I took it as a cue, and came up for air myself, leaving her glistening need throbbing, almost convulsively.
She growled like a cat. “Fuck me, Brann,” she cooed. “Fuck me like we’re going to die tomorrow.”
“At least we’ll die happy,” I said.
She scooted around on her back, her dripping wet pussy offered up as I mounted her. I let the tip of my cock brush lightly up and down at the gates of paradise. Her breath was practically gasping now, as she whispered “Please. Please, Brann. You’re driving me crazy.” I pressed inside, but only with the head. Still rocking and rolling, knock-knock-knocking on pleasure’s door. Her voice grew husky, low and serious now. “For God’s sake, fuck me already. Fuck me six ways to stupid.”
And I did.
The next day and a half was a whirlwind of research, equipment checks, and just plain antsy nerves, as we prepared for the expedition into... what? We had no idea. It was terrifying, exciting, puzzling, maddening, all at once.
The night before we shoved off in search of Hy-Brasil, our host Fionn was kind enough to cook us a lovely dinner. We all sat around the dining table as the old man of the B&B brought out platters of beef, lamb, chicken, peas, asparagus, spinach, three kinds of potatoes, and fresh crusty bread. Every scrap was more delicious than the one before. We were all nearly stuffed when old Fionn brought out the final platter.
“I hope you all like salmon,” he said, as he placed a large grilled fish with lemon and capers right in front of me.
“Thank you, Fionn, this is all so delicious,” Orin said, as he scooped some more meat and potatoes onto his plate.
“Yes, thank you. This chicken is brilliant.” Weylyn said.
“I’m vegan,” Katie announce, spooning another helping of spinach onto her plate.
“My pleasure. It’s not every day that I have a full house,” he smiled, sitting down next to Keira. “So what brings you to Bantry?” There was a spritely twinkle in his eye – an expression that seemed to suggest he already knew the answer.
Keira locked eyes with me. I gave her a shrug, and a little nod. “We actually heard a story of a phantom island that appears off the coast near here. We thought we would check it out,” she told Fionn.
“Oh,” he said as he chewed on a drumstick. He did not appear surprised in the least.
“Yep, we’re totally into Irish folklore and mythology,” Katie said with a smile on her face.
So far, nobody had tried the salmon, so I cut myself a serving, and dug in. “The fish smells delicious,” I told him as he watched me intensely. I lifted my fork and ate the fish. Fionn smiled and returned his gaze back to our group of misfits.
“Ah, yes,” the old host smiled. “I am partial to the old stories as well. When you’ve been alive as long as I have, you tend to hear most all of them.”
“Oh?” Keira said. “Have you ever heard of something called The Bone Knife of Donn?”
Fionn lowered his fork and turned to face her. “That I have,” he said in a tone suddenly dead serious. “Although that is not a story that many know.”
“A friend told us,” Katie said.
“Aye,” he nodded, taking a sip of his water. “That’s why you are here. To find the Phantom Island of Hy-Brasil and the Bone Knife. Correct?”
“Maybe...” Weylyn said, as he continued to eat his food.
“Well, you’re in the right place,” Fionn said. “Come sunrise tomorrow, a great mist will role in. To find the Island, you must be out on the water before dawn, and look to the east.” The old man had our full attention now. “Once upon the island, you must find the center city.”
“All four of them?” I asked.
“There are five cities, not four,” he said. “Gorias, the city of wind, will be in the east. To the south is Finias, city of fire. Murias is the city of water, found on the west. And up at the north is Falias, city of earth.” He paused, and smiled. “But don’t waste your time. At the center of the island, you will find the spirit city. There is the sacred temple, where all the Druids and sorcerers went to find
