So lost in a euphoric haze, was she, that she didn't notice him at first, tower of a man though he was. Her vision was somewhat restricted due to Aine's thighs dominating her field of vision. He was a big wolf of a man, that much was clear. Shock of Gray hair arms like tree trunks.
"Brion Cu, she is nearly ready." Aine said looking up at him. And then she saw it. Between his legs. Eight inches to the knot which was as big as an orange, and three on the other side of it. It was the cock of a wolf. An alpha wolf at that. And she had no time to ponder further as Aine brought its slender head to the slick entry of Karin's now well-prepared pussy.
As a wolf cock will, the ejaculate came in a steady ooze almost at once after he had begun. She felt her hymen give way with a pinch as he pushed further and filled her pussy. She had already cum twice by the time he had his knot against her mound, her labia wrapping around it in a kiss. Growling he stretched her, felt her grow limp beneath him as she drifted on the edge of consciousness, stretching further, and then, a sharp shriek, as she finally took him fully within her. Impaling her as he came and came and came, seeding her loins as she shivered in one long rolling orgasm.
There was no doubt in her sex fevered mind that he was putting a baby inside her. Her virtue in shreds she just gave herself up to it, bathing in the pleasured glow of conception, riding each feathered rise and fall as he filled her continuously. They lay there physically conjoined, his hands playing roughly with her breasts, their eyes locked in a primal stare. Her breath was just gasps in between climaxes one after another.
When he was spent, he pulled free from her with an audible plop as his knot came loose from her shattered pussy. A flood of semen gushing from her as his cock uncorked her. With a grunt he got up and left. She was sore. But Aine had other ideas and soon her busy tongue was lapping at Karin's gape. It felt good. Karin closed her eyes and relaxed, floating upwards until she exploded, squirting into Aine's mouth as she came.
Tír na nÓg, the land of the Fae. The land of eternal youth. Existing nowhere and everywhere at once. Hidden from the outside world, floating in the infinite. Karin's new forever home.
Sean was suspicious when his daughter had just plain disappeared. They'd searched, of course, but as expected, they found naught. Not even a trace. When he'd arrived home and found the small earthenware pot, filled with gold coin, he knew she'd been enchanted and taken. At least the Fae were noble enough to pay for what they took. Shame they only took the best, but there had always been something special about Karin.
Karin had given birth. They all started as imps, and changed gradually as they grew into their adult forms. Aine lapped happily at her pussy, moments after it had slid free. So good to her, Aine was.
Karin was happy, living with Aine. Making love under the pines, or on the riverbank. Each year, at spring equinox, Brion Cu, would wander out from the woods and breed her. For each child she produced for him the clock was stopped on the year. She had come to love their couplings, loved the feeling of his knot swelling powerfully within her, locking them together as he fertilized her eternally blooming womb.
One hundred times it had happened. And twenty more. Aine, always eager to make love to her afterwards, eager to taste her after she gave birth, her mouth so soothing on Karin's supple 18-year-old body. For it was well over a century since first they'd lain in that mossy enchanted grove, and it still gave Karin shivers to make love to Aine of the six breasts. To see her silver eyes glimmer as she came. Her white tresses sway to the rhythm of their love making.
It was a life Karin would never trade. An eternity in Aine's arms. The tastes of her charms on her lips in a summer never-ending, languid by the lakeshore in a bee loud glade.
