In The Fen

Once upon a time...

There lived a powerful woman, a druidic priestess, a child of the fen. She stood five and a-half feet tall, with piercing steel-grey eyes and very long, flowing dark red hair. She had been abandoned at birth by her parents and was raised by the inhabitants of the fen. All who lived in the fen, the wee folk, the fairies, the pixies, all creatures, the birds of the air and even the very trees and earth had played a part in raising the child. They tutored the child as best they could. Many days were spend teaching her how to walk and talk as a baby. When she was a little older, they began to teach her the ways of the wild folk, the ways of the pagans and the ways of the druid. She learned at an astonishing rate as if she was born with these teaching already latent in her being. The child was taught about herbs and their properties. Which herbs could be used to heal and which herbs could be used to harm. She was taught about fairy spells and chakras as well as how to go into a deep meditative state in order to divinate. The girl soaked up all the lessons bestowed upon her, eager to learn more and more.

The years passed and the child grew strong and tall. She spent her days in the fen among the inhabitants. All living creatures came to her without hesitation. Being raised how she was, she had learned nearly all languages, even those of the winged creatures, animals and even the very trees themselves. The denizen's of the fen began to realize that this child needed another human to interact with. Someone of her own species that could continue her education. When the girl was approaching the age of her menses, the fairy folk took it upon themselves to find a druid to adopt the girl.

The druid was a kindly old man. He had lived on the far side of the fen for as long as anyone could remember. No one knew his exact age but his hair was long and as white as snow and his hands were gnarled with age. When the fairies approached the old druid, he was not very amenable to the idea of raising a child, much less a girl child. He had never wed nor been a father. The fairies however told him stories of the child and how they had all played a part in raising her. They regaled him with her already abundant knowledge of herb lore and her ability to enter into a deep meditative state at such an early age. Made curious by their stories, the druid consented to meet the child and judge for himself her abilites. He followed the fairy folk to their part of the fen where the child resided.

Laying his eyes upon the child, the druid could see her aura. Her aura was filled with colors - blue for balanced existance, green for natural healing, turquois for energy, purple for spirituality and a yellow halo surrounding her indicating joy, freedom and non-attachment. Indeed, he sensed that this young girl, on the verge of becoming a woman, was rich in druidic powers. Seeing that there was no one to continue her education and tutledge, he consented to becoming her guardian. He helped her gather her meager possessions and promising to allow her to visit this part of the fen often, he took the girl back to his cottage.


*For later chapters*
who was enthralled by the affections of a certain Scotsman. She had waited and waited and waited to get him into her bower and have her way with him... They had flirted for months and months but circumstance had not allowed her to achieve her goal of bedding him. She yearned to entrap him in her dungeon of love and have her way with him...

One day, out of the blue, she sensed the Scotsman wandering near her lair... She began her siren's song to lure him into her hearth... Hearing her song, he was compelled to follow it to the stone cottage deep in the forest. Approaching the cottage, he saw a wild, yet beautiful home made of stones and moss and adorned with the symbols of a druid priestess. For reasons he could not comprehend, he could not resist entering this cottage.

As he drew nearer to the front of the cottage, he sensed another being nearby. He was not surprised to feel her. He had always known she existed. He had seen her and felt her many times during his lifetime... He instinctively knew that there was no harm for him here. He felt a sense of peacefulness and security as he opened the wooden door and stepped inside her cottage. As he closed the door he caught the scent of spices and herbs, rosemary, thyme, heather...a blend of warmth and sensual smells that assaulted his senses and invaded his mind...

The inside of the cottage was luxurious... There was a small table that was covered in a deep green velvet throw and two chairs with cushions placed upon them. The table was set with finely crafted porcelain... There was an area near the hearth with two high-backed, deep-seated chairs that were highly padded and covered in a deep red woven tapestry... There was also an area that was curtained off with a very finely woven sheer violet and golden curtain. Behind the curtain he could see a glimpse of a large and comfortable bed...covered with more velvet yet this in a very deep purple color... The bed was adorned with many many cushions as well.

Standing inside the doorway he could sense movement from the back of the cottage and hear the sweet song that had lured him there. Moving into the cottage and closing the door he turned back around and she was standing there in front of him. Her hair was the color of autumn leaves, red and yellow and golden, long and flowing freely around her as if blown by a slight breeze. Her eyes were the color of his sword, a steely, cold grey...yet they reflected the warmth of the fire in her hearth. She was clothed in a flowing white gossamer gown...long and loose around her except for the corset that cinched her waist and exposed her ample breasts. She stood facing him with a welcoming smile on her face and her hands open, palms forward and arms slightly raised... "I've been waiting for you to visit me" she spoke and her voice was like raw silk. Her words wrapped around his ears and whirled through his mind. He was speechless as he stood there drinking in the sight of her.

She extended her arms to him and without even uttering a sound; he stepped into her embrace...

She enfolded him in her embrace, completely surrounding him with her arms, her hair, and the electricity of her aura... He buried his face in her neck and breathed deeply the scent of her skin just in the hollow of her neck. His arms wrapped around her and he felt the curve of her spine and the swell of her breasts as he pulled her into his chest. He was paralyzed with such intense feeling of joy and comfort...as if in all his years and all his wanderings he had finally arrived at home... They stood this way for a time, neither wanting to move, neither wanting to break the contact of that first embrace. He felt her head pull back and raised his face from her neck to look into the greyest eyes he had ever seen. He could see himself reflected there in her eyes. A reflection that surprised and startled him...he saw himself as a young lad with a shock of blond hair, he saw himself as a young man, growing taller and stronger and he saw himself as he was that day as well, all in her eyes. She knew him...he could tell this because of what he saw reflected in her eyes. Pulling back slightly he gazed into her eyes again and could see the love and adoration that she held for him...as well as something else. Something that was smoldering just under the surface, something in her look that both chilled and delighted him at the same time...

Reaching up along his spine, she felt him shiver... Her hand found its way to his neck and she pulled him downward toward her. Parting her lips slightly he could see the moistness as she pulled him into a kiss. Her lips just barely brushing his, softly, slowly teasing him. Her eyes wide open, he felt her lips pressing against his, parting his as her delicate tongue gently slid between her lips and softly caressed his lips...gently licking them. Again he shivered as she pulled him into a deeper kiss. Her fingers were entwined in his hair as she pressed her lips against him roughly, hungrily, her tongue seeking his in a lover's dance...

She continued to kiss him. Pulling him closer and closer to her until her body was melding unto his. He could feel her heart beating on his chest; feel the movement of her breathing becoming more rapid. He reached up with one hand and entwined his fingers in her hair....weaving it between his fingers and wrapping it around his hand and wrist... He returned her embrace crushing her against him trying to make their bodies one through their clothing and their skin. He kissed her with a fount of passion that he didn't know he had possessed until just that moment. He felt the passion welling up inside him as he kissed her.

The feelings overwhelmed him as he felt the small hard flesh of her nipples pressing against his chest through their clothing. The taste of her kiss was intoxicating. There was sweetness to her mouth that he could not quite identify... She tasted like all of his favorite tastes all at the same time. Each kiss was more enchanting than the last and each kiss becoming more and more intense... His desire for her was evident as he felt the swelling beginning under his kilt. He began to explore her body as she pressed herself against him. His fingers explored her back, gently sliding along her spine, lower and lower until he could feel the swell of her ass against his hand. Releasing her hair from his hand he began to stroke her hair, feeling the weight and the softness of it. He realized that it was extremely long...past her waist nearly below her butt... He could feel that her body was soft on the surface but underneath the muscles were taught and hard. His breath was rapid now and his heart felt as if it was about to break through the bone and skin and come out of his chest...

Finally, slowly, teasingly she breaks the kiss and takes a deep breath. Releasing her hold on him, she steps back away from the embrace. He could see that her face was flushed and her chest rose and fell as her breathing was rapid and shallow.

Her mouth was open and inviting and her smile was brilliant and contagious. He felt that if he could harness the warmth and energy contained in her smile he could accomplish anything. The sparkle in her eyes was intoxicating and the swell of her nipples pressing through her chemise was tempting him to reach for her again...

She stepped back away from him and turned to move into another part of the cottage. Looking over her shoulder at him, she motioned with her glance for him to follow. He followed her as she moved into another room of the cottage...a kitchen of sorts. On the cooking hearth there was an iron kettle with a rich wonderful aroma emanating from it. Taking a bowl from a shelf, she ladled some of the soup into the bowl and handed it to him. The warmth of the bowl in his hands and the smell of the contents of the bowl was so inviting that he temporarily forgot about the passionate embrace of a moment ago... Handing him a spoon, she poured him a tankard of ale as she guided him back into the front of the cottage and the lavishly set table. She placed the tankard and spoon upon the table and motioned for him to sit and eat. Placing his bowl upon the table, he sat down and taking the spoon into his hand he dipped it into the soup. The taste of the soup was amazing. It was rich and dark and savory. The herbs that he had smelled when he walked into the cottage, he now tasted in the soup. Reaching for the tankard, he took a long draw on the rich, sweet ale that it contained. He continued his repast until the last bit of soup
and ale were gone...

Looking around again, he noticed that the curtain surrounding her bower had been pulled back. Along with the rich dark purple that clothed the bed and the many cushions that were upon the bed he saw a table that held what looked like small containers and a cloth of linen or flaxen. There were candles lit on shelves upon the wall and the light bathed the bower in a soft, warm glow...

When he turned back to the table, the bowl and spoon had disappeared and the tankard of ale had been refilled. He hadn’t heard a sound as she effortlessly removed the used dishes and refilled the tankard. Her movements had been entirely silent and he was startled by her stealth. Feeling quite content and no longer feeling any hunger, he rose from his chair to seek her inside the cottage… Turning to go into the cooking hearth area he was again startled to see her standing before him. Her bodice had been removed and the gossamer gown flowed freely around her encircling her in a swirling white cloud. The thin material of her dress showed that she wore nothing beneath it and he strained to see the outline of her form.

Watching his face as his eyes undressed her, she reached her hand out to him. Taking her hand, she led him to the bower area. Releasing his hand, she stepped toward him and reached up to begin removing his clothing. Startled, he recoiled for only a moment… Then he stepped back and allowed her to begin undressing him. She removed the yards and yards of material that was wound about him in the fashion of a kilt, carefully folding the precious plaid as she went along. Laying the cloth aside, she then removed his shirt and he stood there fully naked except for the skins that were strapped around his legs and feet. Guiding him onto the bower, she removed those furs as well until he was completely nude.

She motioned for him to lay down, with his back exposed to her. He complied and could hear her picking up the vials on the small table. He felt her move onto the bower next to him and a moment later felt the delight of warm liquid falling onto his back and shoulders…

He felt the warmth of the liquid seeping into his skin as he felt the feather lightness of her touch as her fingers began to caress his back, rubbing the oils she had drizzled upon him into his skin. He felt her hands move from the tops of his shoulders to the bottom of his butt as she spread the oils upon him. Her touch was soft, a gentle caressing of his skin. For several moments she continued this motion, soothing his muscles and calming him. Slowly, he felt her begin to apply more pressure with her hands. She moved to his shoulders and neck, kneading the muscle, releasing the tension and easing the soreness that was harbored there. She continued to work on these muscles for many minutes, pulling the ache from them with each stoke of her hands. He began to relax and slip into an almost trancelike state as he felt her move her hand down his back to his shoulder blades. Lightly lifting each arm slightly, he felt as she probed beneath the bones of his shoulder blades, gently rubbing the sore spots until they no longer hurt. When she was finished with that area of his back, he felt her hands move even lower on his back. He felt as she stroked and kneaded the muscles there. Rubbing back and for along the sides of his body from the spine to his sides and back again. After a time he was completely relaxed. His body felt warm as the she called the blood into his muscles and skin and released every ounce of stress, ache, pain and discomfort that he had felt. Covering his back with a warm linen cloth, he felt her as she moved along his side up toward his head. He sensed that she was reaching for something and then he felt the warm liquid on his arms. Her hands spread the oils which smelled like frankincense and myrrh along both of his arms from his shoulders to his fingertips. Beginning with on his left, she performed the same stroking and kneading movements on the muscles of his shoulder and bicep and moved lower to the muscle of his forearm. Taking his hand in hers, she entwined her fingers through his and gently manipulated the bones in his wrist, releasing the tension there. She gently massaged the bones and ligaments in his hand and then gently stretched each finger. She repeated this same procedure on his right arm, wrist and hand.

Moving down his body again with a feather touch, he felt her applying the oils to his legs… Her hands stroked each leg from the back of his thighs downward to the back of his knees and even further down the back of his calves. Gently taking each foot into her hands, she manipulated the ligaments and bones in his ankles releasing the tension and stress from the joints. Anointing each foot, he felt her gently massaging the top of his foot with her soft, yet strong fingers. He felt as she moved onto the sole of his foot, deeply rubbing there and along the underside of his toes. He felt such blissful contentment that he was nearly drowsing under the spell her hands was weaving upon his muscles and skin.

He barely felt is as she removed the cloth that was covering his back keeping him warm. With what seemed like no effort at all for either of them she turned him over on his back. The movement roused his senses although he was still very relaxed. Moving about him again, he heard her picking up the oil jars and then felt the warm liquid on his chest… She was positioned above his head and looking up he could see the swell of her breasts as she leaned over him reaching to knead the pectoral muscles of his chest. He wanted to reach up to her, to caress her, but his arms and hands would not obey him…

She came around his side and began working on the muscles of his abdomen and the oblique muscles along the sides of his ribcage. Over and over she stroked them until they were no longer tense but relaxed and warm. Covering his chest with the linen, she moved down to his legs. Anointing each again with the oils, she began working the muscles in his thighs…releasing the tension and soreness. Again, she repeated the same movements on each leg taking care to stroke the muscles until they were pliable and no longer tense.

She was between his legs now, her long hair brushing against his skin as she moved along the length of each leg. He felt her fingers move up his leg along the inner part of his thigh. Softly, ever so lightly, he felt just a hint of her fingers as the moved across his scrotum on the way to his other thigh. This sent a shiver up his spine and he involuntarily twitched…her touch was like a warm, gentle breeze that caressed his skin.