Beare was a beautiful woman on the island of Eire, daughter of a blacksmith and a merchant, never going anywhere without a precious yellow flower in her hair. She had long blonde hair and beautiful green eyes, often wore pretty cute clothes that showed her expertise as a merchant but they were also dirty with soot and sometimes scorched cause of her father's work. She had with her a cart full of goods from the neighboring city and into the village of chieftain. The place was doing rather nicely and she always felt some kind of way walking in. The joy that overcame her when she saw her lover, her precious boyfriend, husband to be, waiting for her at the throne of the Queen of the village. The Queen wore the standard national green robes and had a crown made of vines and leaves showing that she was not only the political head of the city, but the religious head. She was one of the Druids, the sacred leaders of all their religious works and all the ceremonial celebrations and activities. Beare smiled and quickly walked up to great her love, holding his hand and quickly kissing his cheek, making sure that no one saw them. This was Kaelin, her beloved in every way and soon to be betrothed. When the Druids allowed it. She took his hand and slowly brought him to a spare empty storage room for all the wine and everything they were keeping for the celebration tonight.
"You miss me?" He asked sweetly. She shushed him with a kiss to his lips.
"Like the plague," she said jokingly. He laughed and kissed her again, pressing her against the wall and kissing her neck sweetly. She gave a lustful sigh and quievered at his every kiss, biting her lip to contain herself before giving in and moaning. He covered her mouth and kissed her neck again. She needed to stay quiet but she couldn't help herself, every bit of her craving the touch of her lover and begging for more than just a touch.
"H-how much t-time?" She managed to get out before he covered her mouth again and slowly pulled down her tunic. Her breasts spilled out, the milk white beauties dabbed with freckles, rosy red areolae and cute pink little nipples pointed out at Kaelin.
"Just enough." He pressed his lips to one of her breasts and began to suckle them, playing with the nipple with his tongue and even giving little bites. At first the moans were soft and controlled but then they grew louder and more desperate. Her whispers were hard to discern but she moved her hands down to the growing bulge in Kaelin's pants, lightly toying with him and getting moans in response. He lifted his head and met her gaze for a moment before removing his pants. The rush of cool air brushing against his now free erection made him shiver with anticipation, pulling the rest of the dress off his love and gently rubbing his length against her intimates. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him, lightly ruffling his hair. He kissed her neck and continued rubbing against her.
"Oh you f-fuckin..." She managed to get out before they heard the cellar door open. They both froze for a second and looked at the entrance. At the door was Kaelin's mother, Rhiannon, head Druid and the one person they didn't want to see. She had long red hair, lightly curled at the ends and reaching down to just over her breasts. She wore long green robes and carrying a crooked staff with her and syckle at her side. Her eyes were the prettiest of hazel but the look on her face now was of complete malice.
"Clothe yourself boy," she shouted slamming her staff against the ground. Kaelin immediately pulled his pants back on and stepped away from Beare who simply covered herself in shame.
"We were just-"
"I know exactly what you were doing!" She cut him off. "I've told you time and time again to stay away from her and of course you don't listen. What do you find so interesting? We have far better looking women than her in this city." Rhiannon walked up to the naked woman and pulled on her ear. She yelped but didn't dare move against it. "She clearly doesn't know how to follow orders. A poor wife in the making already." Rhiannon released her and slowly started circling her, eyeing her up and down, memorizing every detail of her body. Beare wasn't the biggest woman in town but she certainly wasn't the slimmest. While Rhiannon clearly had the physique of a woman in her prime, a large bust and generous hips, slim body and truly everything a man could want, Beare looked like an incomplete sculpture next to her. The woman towered over her, her shadow making Beare shiver in fear. It was like being stalked by a Wolf. Beare was a chubby girl for her age. Since her mother was a merchant, they had quite a bit of money which meant a lot of food which meant... well fed women. She wasn't fat of course, just a bit bigger than average for a woman in these parts. Her hair reached far down to her backside. Usually her mother braided it but today she didn't have time so the girl walked around with unhindered hair. It was still pretty just minorly unkempt. Rhiannon gave her half a point in her head for having such long hair but it looked very messy to her so it wasn't much of a blessing. She moved the hair out of the way and took a look at the girls pale behind. Oh dear, did she have a lot of junk in the trunk. Rhiannon looked at her son who simply blushed and looked away.
"A big butt. Boys your age often find themselves addicted to such a thing, Aye?" Kaelin gave a sigh but didn't speak and Rhiannon slapped the girls butt. Beare squeaked and covered her backside. Rhiannon moved her hands away and noticed she had a birthmark on her right cheek. It looked kind of like a leaf. If you tilted your head a little. Rhiannon laughed and pinched the leaf mark before walking in front of her. The girl had a bit of a tummy, which she covered briefly before a quick glare made her move her hands. Her gaze fell to the girls intimates and Rhiannon gave a small laugh. Beare had a bare pussy, untouched - it seemed - by any hair at all. Druids placed value in hair of all kinds. The men rarely shaved, and women rarely cut their hair. Women especially loved in over the intimates as it showed maturity. For a girl not to have any means she is young. Childish. Not worth a Man's time. Rhiannon stopped herself from laughing and rose her gaze to the girls chest. While she was a big girl, her breasts still seemed... small. Rhiannon gave a small chuckle and pinched her nipple. Beare squealed and Kaelin rushed in to stop her.
"Alright enough!" he proclaimed standing between the both of them. Beare clung to his back, shivering slightly from the cold of the cellar and frightful of the Queen's next move.
"At least choose a woman with more blessed appeal. A big girl like herself should be bigger in all aspects but she is clearly still a little girl when it comes to her breasts," Rhiannon teases.
"That's enough!" Kaelin yells.
"I suppose I do see some kind of appeal to her." Rhiannon gave a small smile, a brief moment of kindness shining through the visage of malice. "But not enough." Now it's gone.
"Mother-"
"Listen here little girl..." Rhiannon began, moving her son aside and speaking directly to Beare. "My boy is still young. He probably hasn't seen a pair of breasts before-"
"Mother!" Kaelin said blushing slightly.
"-So the first pair he sees will most likely hold some sway over his mind. But I am unimpressed. So here's what we will do. You are to leave. Run home. And never speak to my boy again. Or I shall curse your name and your family line." Beare shivered and leaned down to pick up her clothes but Rhiannon slammed down on the ground with her staff and Beare froze, looking up at the Druidess and seeing her cruel smile.
