Gaelic Goddess
By Alana
Church
Synopsis
No
one grieved for Mick Phelan when he died. The old lawyer had been a terrible
father and a horrible man, poisoning his children with his hate.
But
an unexpected inheritance was waiting for his grandson Thomas. An Irish goddess
who Mick had ensnared decades ago showed up on his doorstep, begging him to
free her from bondage.
Now
Tom and Rhiannon must navigate a treacherous road. Will their growing
attraction for one another allow them to part the mists of time and release her
from slavery? Or will Rhiannon be bound forever, a fate worse than death for
this Gaelic Goddess?
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
Tom
took a deep breath. "Rhiannon, I ask that you return your body to the form that
most pleases you."
Rhiannon's
head snapped back and she gave a low moan. She stumbled unsteadily to her feet,
hunched around her middle, bracing one hand on the arm of the couch. As he
looked on, wide-eyed, a golden glow began to form around her body, centered on
her breasts and her groin. He was forced to turn away, his eyes spouting tears,
the light too bright to face.
Rhiannon
gave a sudden shout, piercing and clear, and with a last flash, quick as a bolt
of lightning, the light went out, leaving them again in the dim light of his
living room. Blinking, Tom turned to look at Rhiannon.
She
was standing by the sofa, a look of astonished wonder on her face. In her
hands, she cupped her breasts. But they were not the blank, featureless orbs of
only a few moments ago, as incapable of supporting life as a stone. Instead,
they were now capped by pale nipples, the flesh the delicate pink of coral.
Weeping
openly, she stepped into his view, and his eyes were drawn irresistibly to the
junction of her thighs. There, a delicately-trimmed patch of black hair could
be seen, and below it, the lips of her labia, only a few shades darker than her
nipples.
"By
all the gods above and below, I thank you, Thomas Phelan," she said. She sank down
onto his sofa and leaned back, one hand softly fingering the mound of her
breast, the other softly stroking her belly, the fingers roaming toward the
swell of her pubis.
Face
flaming, he stood and walked toward his bedroom door. This was too intense. Too
private. He felt like he had stumbled across a woman giving birth, or soulmates
sharing their first kiss.
"Stop."
He
halted in his tracks.
"Thomas,"
she said, her voice low and vibrant.
"Yes?"
he said, but did not turn to face her.
"I
would like it very much if you stayed here with me," she said.
"Are
you sure?" he said nervously.
"Very
much so. Who better to witness when Rhiannon, Goddess of fertility and the
harvest, reclaims part of her legacy, than the one who made it possible?"
Tags:
Romance, Gods and Goddesses, Hardcore sex, Lactation/Milk play, Oral sex,
masturbation, paranormal, Irish mythology