Diarmuid and Grainne Ch. 02

Chapter 2 Flight and Pursuit

##Inspired by the Irish mythological story##

Grainne snuck out of the great hall and went to the simple dwelling she shared with her handmaidens. This was to be the last day shared with them as Fionn was to take her to the marital bed in a few hours time. That she was not going to let happen, not after finding the love she had been waiting for. She felt it in her very bones that she was meant to be with Diarmuid.

She gathered up a practical change of clothes, her collection of medicinal and magical herbs, roots, and other dried plants, and packed them into a sack.

She went to a shelf in the corner of the room, reached up and took down a small vial that she had secreted away. She hurried back to the feast. Leaving the packed sack just outside the door, she hoped she had not been missed while she had been away.

As she entered the great hall, Fionn called to her "Where have you been my dear? We are about to share the binding wine."

It was tradition to raise a toast with a special wine made by the chief druid for the occasion, prior to the start of the wedding ceremony itself.

Grainne planted a kiss on Fionn's rough cheek, barely able to suppress her distaste, and told him she would be back in a minute - she had to check the wine was warm enough. She could see Diarmuid sitting in the corner, surrounded by the most beautiful maidens in the land -- yet, he only had eyes for her. That energy that had flowed between them when they first set sight on each other was still there, and waxing, not waning.

She approached the great cauldron of wine that was being warmed near the fire, and with her back to everyone, she tipped the contents of the vial into the blood-red wine. She turned back towards all the guests and confirmed that the wine was ready.

The druid and his helpers doled out the wine into goblets. And when everyone had one in their hand, the druid bade them all to stand. "With this wine we bind our king, Fionn, to his bride, Grainne, and to us."

To cries of "slainte", everyone downed their wine in one. Everyone except Grainne who only pretended to drink -- she had secretly emptied her goblet soon after it had been passed to her.

As they all settled back down, a quietness started to descend on the hall. Within a minute, everyone had slumped into a deep sleep.

Grainne got up and ran to where Diarmuid laid motionless on a table. With all her strength she could just about sit him upright. She took his face in her hands and stopped for a few seconds to marvel at Diarmuid's full, sensuous lips, before pouring an antidote to the potion into his mouth.

Diarmuid came back to life with a start.

"Grainne, what has happened?"

"Will you take my love Diarmuid, and take me away from here right now?"

"I will not, you are promised to Fionn". It broke Diarmuid's heart to utter those words. He knew he loved her the moment he laid eyes upon her. Now that love and his loyalty to a king he considered a father to him was renting his heart in two.

"Very well. Then I put you under Druid Bonds to bring me out of here."

"It is under bad bonds you set me. Why me?"

Looking him deep in the eye, she responded "You know why. You felt the energy that passed between us the moment we laid on each other. Love is a component of that energy. But there is something else too. Something older, with deep roots. We are meant to be together. Look me in the eyes and tell me otherwise Diarmuid".

Diarmuid had to lower his eyes from her gaze, and in a resigned whisper admitted "Yes Grainne, I felt all that too. And now you have cast those bonds, I must do as you ask and lead you from here. Quick, before they awake from your spell".

Outside, Diarmuid instinctively went towards the stables to get his horse. But Grainne caught his arm.

"No Diarmuid, if we take to the road they will catch us. They can change their horses. We need to take to the deep forest, where even a horse can't negotiate the trails. Get your hound, and meet me over there". She pointed to a gap in the palisade that surrounded the settlement.

Less than a minute later, Diarmuid and Bran were following Grainne into the dark forest, a single torch to light their way. He was surprised at her strength of thought and body. His feelings of love for her got stronger with every stride he took in her wake.

They traveled with only the shortest of breaks all night and all the next day. They just about made it through the following night, given a lift in their energy levels by some unusual mushrooms Grainne has found them and had made into a tea. But as that wore off, they realised they needed a real rest, even though Fionn and his men were surely hot on their heels.

The dark forest finally opened into a clearing at a ford in a narrow river. A few small huts could be seen in the distance. The smell of salt was in the air and seagulls shrieked overhead -- they must be close to the sea. As they neared the ford they saw an old man leading a packed mule through the shallow waters.

Diarmuid greeted the traveller and asked him what the name of the place was.

"This place has the name in the old language of Sord, meaning pure, as legend has it that there is a holy well somewhere hereabouts with the purest waters that have magical qualities. In our tongue, this place is named Swords. But as you can see, there are only a few dwellings. Now young man, lady, I must be on my way."

Now alone again, Diarmuid, Grainne and Bran plodded into the water. Half way across, Diarmuid noticed a female deer on the river bank, 30 yards upstream. She was looking intently at him. Her eyes were boring into his soul. He had felt that before, when Sadhbh had taken his seed - the first and only time he had been with a woman. He remembered how Sadhbh had appeared to Fionn all those years ago in the form of a doe.

"Grainne. Look there. We need to follow her. Trust me."

Grainne did trust Diarmuid and was so weary from their days of flight that she knew they couldn't continue like this. So the three set off in the direction of the deer, who was now walking quickly into the thick forest.

They didn't go too far before the forest closed in on them again. The deer walked on ahead, seeming to open a narrow break in the dense undergrowth with each step she took. It must have taken an hour before the forest opened up into a clearing. At the centre was a stand of hazel trees.

The doe suddenly broke into a gallop and when she has just reached the hazel trees, she jumped through them and a great splashing sound echoed around the clearing.

Bran ran quickly after the deer but stopped at the hazel. He sensed something. Diarmuid and Grainne caught up with him. Diarmuid was hesitant, but Grainne pushed her way through the slender branches.

"Come on Diarmuid", she called back, "it's safe".

Diarmuid pushed through and found Grainne standing at the edge of the clearest pool of water Diarmuid had ever seen.

"It looks like the legend is true Diarmuid. The water is so clear. And I feel a deep magic from it."

At that Grainne set her pack aside and began to undress. Diarmuid couldn't take his eyes off her. Her back was to him and as she stripped she revealed her full, curvy figure. Her arse a welcoming pear shape. As she turned to him, revealing her large, shapely breasts and a delicate blonde mossy patch between her legs, Diarmuid blushed the deepest red.

"Look at you all embarrassed. You didn't come across shy a few days ago when those maidens welcomed you back from your patrol. Come, join me."

As she stepped up to her knees in the water, she turned away from him, bent down and looked back over her shoulder at him.

The sight of her tight, pink, moistness presented to him like that made his cock strain in his trousers. He felt spittle gather in the corner of his mouth that he wiped away before he visibly drooled.

Grainne started to splash water up her legs and even onto her pinkness. "Look Diarmuid, even the water is more daring than you are."

She then plunged fully into the spring. Diarmuid could see a radiance emanate from her that was not only the love and lust he had for her right in that moment. No, some magic was afoot.

"Come in Diarmuid. This spring has healing magic. I feel totally rejuvenated. All the scrapes and bruises from the last days have healed and disappeared."

Diarmuid felt the weariness of his body. He did need rest and recuperation. He put his pack to the side and unbuttoned his tunic. He could feel Grannie's eyes drinking him in.

His hairy chest exposed, he started to lower his trousers. Standing fully exposed in front of Grainne, he stared intensely into her eyes, following their movement as they scanned Diarmuid's hard, gleaming cock, and full, ram's-like balls. Now, it was Grainne fighting back the drool in the corner of her mouth.

As he eased himself into the water he felt an energy fill every cell of his body. He went up close to Grainne, who now was up to her neck in the water, her breasts clearly visible just beneath its shimmering surface.

"See, I told you. Now, come here and let me feel that fantastic cock of yours".

"No Grainne, I can't. You know the duty I have to Fionn. I can't couple with his wife".

"I am not his wife! We fled before the oaths were exchanged. And if you won't give me what I want, at least let me give you what you need. You need that pressure relieved so that you can focus on our escape. So sit up there on that rock."

He knew she was right. He was now only thinking of her and what he wanted to do to her, do with her.

He shuffled up on the rock. His legs still dangling in the water. His cock harder than it had ever been.

Grainne moved over and her breasts just broke through the water as she ran her tongue slowly from his plump balls all the way along the prominent vein on his cock to its head, and lingered on the prominent slit that seemed to form an eye that stared back at her.

Diarmuid's whole body shivered with pleasure and anticipation.

As she took his cock deep into her mouth, she cradled his balls in her right hand and tenderly squeezed them in time with the motion of her head, which was now driving her mouth down over his cock, and then back up.

Diarmuid's hands gripped the rock, his toes curled, but his eyes couldn't leave those of Grainne's, which focused deeply on his as she fucked him with her mouth.

She could feel his balls pumping, ready to shoot his seed out. She sped up her head action and felt the tension building in Diarmuid's body. At the exact moment she expected his seed to fill her mouth, a loud, viscous bark broke them abruptly from their passion. Startled, they both quickly got out of the spring and started to dress hurriedly.

"That's Bran! Fionn and his men must have found us."

Shouts from men in the distance confirmed Diarmuid's fears.

"Diarmuid, we can't outrun them. We will have to use my magic. There is a very strong spell I can cast with my one true love. On his first kiss. I can't control what it will do. We will have to trust to the Gods."

Diarmuid knew they couldn't run. There was no choice. And if these were to be his last minutes, yes he needed to kiss his love.

Diarmuid placed his hands on Grainne's hips, leaned down to her, and his full lips plucked her mouth into their embrace. Everything went black.

When they came to their senses, Diarmuid and Grainne found themselves under a domed roof at the top of a stone tower.

Puzzled, they looked out through one of the four stone arches. Below them they could see a rectangular building made out of stone -- something totally unfamiliar to them. And further along they could see the spring where they had bathed only minutes ago.

From the building they could hear some sort of low, deep, chanting that must be coming from a large group of men.

"May the Gods save us!" exclaimed Grainne, "We have been thrown forward in time Diarmuid. This is that place, Swords, but many years in the future."

From this lofty viewpoint, they could see all the way to the coast, a few miles away. They could just make out two strange long but broad boats beached together at the mouth of an estuary. They had elaborately carved dragon-headed prows, and both oars and a large sail. But they were empty.

It didn't take Diarmuid and Grainne long to locate the sailors. A group of fearsome warriors, many with strange, red-coloured hair and beards were silently sneaking up the valley towards the rectangular stone building below them.

Having patrolled Ireland's borders the last 2 years, Diarmuid was in no doubt that this was a raid from those brutal men from the cold north. Some things had not changed in this future Ireland.

He needed to raise the alarm and they were in the perfect place to do so, as a large bell was suspended right in front of them.

As Diarmuid rang the bell, Grainne observed the bearded warriors start to run up the hill, not caring for stealth now that they had been spotted. The main group made a beeline for the large rectangular building below them, but a small group broke off and were heading for the tower.

The doors to the rectangular building broke open and men in brown robes came running out, swords raised. A brutal battle commenced below them.

Worryingly, echoing steps could be heard below them. The Northmen were coming up the inside of the tower.

Diarmuid stopped ringing the bell and locked the trap door that led to the bell room. They were now trapped.

"Grainne, we can't get out of here. It will take those men only 10 min to force that door. We need your magic again."

"There is only one spell I can think of Diarmuid. It will take us home. It will take us to where we are destined to have our home. But you will have to break your oath to Fionn. Diarmuid, you have to fill me with your seed. And hope that you breed a child from me with that first attempt."

Diarmuid looked incredulously at Grainne, but she knew they had no time to waste. She went to the window arch, pulled her undergarments down around her ankles, hitched up her dress, and bending over the window ledge, she presented her wet, gaping, pinkness to Diarmuid as a she-wolf does to her Alpha.

All the noise of the battle below and the battering from within the tower faded away from his mind. A deep primal urge took control of Diarmuid. His eyes changed from their usual green-brown to an inky blackness.

He was quickly behind Grainne, his trousers around his ankles, and he plunged his cock deep into Grainne. Grabbing her roughly at the hips, what followed was a frantic, animalistic fucking. Grainne was not passive, she moaned and pushed back against him.

"Yes Diarmuid. Fuck me. Seed me. Breed me!"

With Diarmuid's nails now drawing blood where they gripped Grainne's hips, the veins on his forehead and arms popping, his swollen balls pulsating, drool dropping from the corner of his mouth, the spurt of seed he shot into Grainne's womb was like a dam breaking. The deep howl that came from him was enough to bring the combatants below to stop and look up. They saw a beautiful blonde woman leaning out of the tower with a face that was cracked with ultimate pleasure, and behind her a dark being that seemed only vaguely of human form.

Then, there was a flash like a bolt of lightning.

Diarmuid awoke lying on a grassy meadow, still coupled with Grainne, like two wolves that have just mated. She was breathing but not fully conscious. Keeping his cock interlocked with his love, he craned his neck back to look up the grassy slope. He couldn't believe his eyes.

He bent forward and whispered in Grainne's ear "My love. It worked. We are home. We have landed at Brú na Bóinne".