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Dullahan Love

Irish folklore once stated that the Dullahan were of the Fae, and that their entire existence was to escort the recently dead to what waited beyond this life. While there is some truth to this quite a bit has been left out. For example the Dullahan themselves believe that at one time they were indeed human. Naturally this has led several scholars to look back over legends passed down about headless horsemen and women in an attempt to see if those stories perhaps have some sliver of truth to them.

Regardless, for all of their love for the dramatic Dullahans are actually quite understanding and level headed. Yet they show a loyalty that is second only to the centaur race. Much is still uncertain about their connections to any afterlife, but they are indeed accomplished horse riders, a loyal group, and apparently one of the few groups of the New Sapient Beings that seems to have the easiest time of fitting in. Still, as a word of warning. Never cross a Dullahan, threaten those they are loyal to, or deny them the ability to be dramatic.

Dr. Brian Murphy - Anthropological Studies and Sciences, Southrule University Office 34 - Official SBIS Guide.

"Ah cannae ken yer taste in entertainment."

Jim looked over at the light skinned, slightly freckled face, red headed beauty sitting across from him. Like himself she was dressed fairly casually, a pair of hip hugger jeans, low cut AC\DC black shirt, and a pair black knock off converse tennis shoes all completed a look that fit with the small town they lived in. In fact the only thing that really set her apart was the lacey choker around her neck. Somehow the black choker made her vibrant green eyes pop as she looked at him.

His hand snaked out, taking her own into it, and together they looked at the fifty-five inch flat screen that now sported the ending of the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. He looked her over, taking in the curve of her body. She was a rider, in fact her horse was in a stall out in an old barn that was on his property. She caught his eye looking her over, and she rolled her own creamy jade colored eyes. Lifting her hand up, she caught the clasp of the choker, let it fall, and then put her hands on either side of her head. She carefully lifted it from her neck, bringing her now disembodied head in front of her breasts and looked at his eyes.

"Ah micht be th' ainlie lassie ye ken that kin aye keek ye in th' een whin you're trying tae sneak a keek at me goods."

He laughed. She was right of course.

"Sorry, I just thought that you might like the movie."

Her eyes rolled, "Jimmy, yer a crakin' enough fella, bit pirates aren't mah mug o' ale. Ah hud a few dealings wi' 'em, mainly th' ones caught 'n' brought tae land. 'n' yer picture leaves a lot oot."

The night was still young, and to be honest he was still admiring her curves. Her generous breasts, wide hips, along with a strong athletic build made her more than desirable. She was practically a monument to beauty in and of herself. Of course she looked a bit different than when she first arrived. She had been dressed in what he thought was a reproduction of an incredibly old style of dress that any historical re-enactor would have signed their souls over to have. For a while it had been huge news, learning that humanity wasn't alone, the beings in myths, popular fantasy stories and games, and of legends were actually real.

Thousands believed that it was a massive hoax, but the reality began to sit in, and these other beings were being brought into a world they had, largely, only seen from the outside. Aideen was one of them. Jim moved closer to her, his hand free he placed it on her thigh, something she didn't argue against, and instead she leaned toward him. He felt her passing her head to him, and he gently took it into his own hands. He looked down at the satisfied expression she was wearing.

The swell of her wonderful breasts pressed against his arm. He adjusted himself and as he did he heard a giggle. Looking down he saw her eyes open, a small grin slowly spreading across her face. Her eyes darted up toward him, "Getting a bawherr excited huh?"

There was absolutely no way he was going to hide the fact that she was turning him on. Instead he felt her hands move, finding the button to his own jeans, unfastening them, and then lowering his zipper. He couldn't deny that he was wanting this. The moment her hand freed his cock from the prison of his boxers and jeans it sprung out and slapped her forehead. Her body went to move, but his hand caught her arm.

"I can do it."

He was greeted with her body leaning back, unbuttoning her own jeans, her hand moving under her panties, and he could tell that she was already starting. His hands found her head, bringing her lips close to his cock. He felt her tongue, soft, wet, and inviting on the tip. He brought her closer, and she pressed her lips against the head, slowly widening them as he pulled her closer to his crotch. He felt himself going deeper, and she moved her tongue in ways he would have swore were impossible. Each second that passed was another spent in pure bliss. He began slow, wanting to give her time, but driving need caused him to speed up.

It went from being a nice mouth hug to pure face fucking. He felt the couch moving, his eyes drifted over to see her leaning back, her jeans down around her knees, her panties with them, and her fingers were buried in her. Her left hand had her shirt up, sports bra along with it, and she was pinching a pink nipple as her hips bucked. He pulled her off of his cock, her breathing was harsh and winded, but he could see the fire behind those emerald eyes.

"A'm waantin' that boaby!"

Her body moved, going to her back, her legs up, and he wasn't going to deny her. He grabbed her head, moved it to where she could get a good view, and he pushed her legs back as he entered her. He'd been with other girls before, but there was something different about Aideen. It was more than how she looked. It was like how tight she was, how flexible she could be, how smooth and perfect her skin was. She was a woman, but it would be far more accurate to say she was the perfect representation of a woman. There was a primal part of Jim that wanted to claim her in every way possible.

He could hear her grunts and moans as he thrust into her. The way she remained tight, her knees almost touching her breasts. She let out a deep sounding moan and he thrust into her once more, his entire core shaking from the orgasm. She felt every single movement, she felt herself tighten, and she felt him fill her womb. She rode the powerful orgasm out, her breasts heaving, her breath coming out hot and hard, and her eyes looking directly at the sight before her.

He'd placed her so she could see him take her in the most wonderful of way. He pulled out and she could see her body still shaking. Her head moved, but it was caught before it could roll off of the couch. She watched as she was moved until her head came to rest at her neck. She looked up at Jim, a satisfied smile on her lips. He leaned forward, kissing her, taking in the taste of her cherry lip gloss, his taste, and of course he enjoyed the feeling of her tongue. They broke the kiss, and she looked at him. She might had been brought here by the Sapient Beings Integration Service, but she chose to be with Jim.

She saw her black lacy choker, lying on the ground beside them. Her hand reached down, clasping it, and she moved her head closer to her body. Her severed neck joined, nearly seamlessly, and she pulled the choker into place. She smiled. The two of them locked eyes. Her hand stretched out, touching his Legend of Zelda shirt covered chest. The sound of the title screen of the movie was playing in the background.

As they sat there, listening to the unwatched title screen, the sound of Aideen's cell phone vibrating caught their attention. Aideen sighed, adjusting her bra, shirt, and pulling her panties up before grabbing the phone. She quickly slid her thumb across the small pad that let it pick up her print and unlock it. The phone unlocked, opening to the messages screen. Her emerald eyes looked at what was present.

Like all of the others that were being integrated into the human societies she did get room and board from a host family. In this case it was Jim, but if she wanted any spending money she would have to get a job. Which is what the text was about. The air around her started to feel cold, her gaze locked behind Jim, and he could see her straightening.

"Th' mortals that hae entrusted me tae run thair fueling station informed me o' th' peril o' th' normal nighttime employee. Ah cannae bade 'ere, fur ah mist awa' oan yonder steed tae th' fueling station."

Jim knew full well that this was part of Aideen. The first time she'd gotten this dramatic about being called into work he almost broke into laughter. Of course she saw his mirth, and she was not pleased at all. It took quite a while for her to forgive him, and since then he'd learned to keep a straight face until she was at work. Although, if he was going to be honest with himself, this was getting to be a might ridiculous. Granted they weren't doing anything more than watching a movie, but this was a night off together.

Aideen stood, stretched, and then she looked at him, "Ah mist mak' haste, bit mibbie we cuid save time, 'n' cooncil juice, if ye joined me in th' shower."

The invitation wasn't lost on him, and he followed his lovely Dullahan into their shared bathroom. Their hands quickly began shedding each others clothes, and he looked at the stunning beauty of the woman before him. Her breasts were more than handfuls, round, with perfect pink nipples seated on them. Right below them was a soft and supple stomach, and there further below was her wonderful and wide hips. She move, graceful, and touched his chest before leaning over, giving him a view of her heart shaped ass. She turned the water on, tested it, and then stepped into it. She looked over at him.

"Dae ye wantae jyne, or nae?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice, and stepped into the tub with her. The tub itself was large, a holdover from the seventies. It was large enough to hold the both of them, and certainly wide enough to enjoy each other's company. Since time was a factor Jim decided to keep it light. He certainly helped her soap up his more favorite parts, and of course he found that ticklish spot he'd discovered on her stomach. She began to giggle, her body began to shake, and without her choker, which they had removed before the shower, her head began to come loose.

He caught her head before it fall to the floor, and she looked at him, her lips pulled into a happy smile.

"Ye'r a bahookie, bit a loue ye anyway."

Her body turned and hugged him, pinning her head between them.

"Awright! ye'r squeezing me! ye dumb muckle breasted eejit!"

Instead of stepping back her body hugged him closer. It was one of the stranger parts of her. Her head and body did make up the same person, but there were times that her body acted a little differently. It was almost as if her body was her subconscious self acting out what she really wanted instead of following the more logical thoughts and actions. To an outsider it would seem odd, but to Aideen it simply was what it was.

The shower ended, and Aideen's body stepped out, took her head, placed it back on her neck letting it reseal. Once that was done she found her choker, fastened it, and then began drying off.

"Would you like me to take you in tonight? Last I recalled they really didn't have a place for Lucky."

She balefully glared at him, "How come yi'll waant tae ca' mah steed efter th' name o' that cartoons mascot is beyond me."

He smiled and she rolled her eyes. He understood her, but he did like to tease her. She walked past him, knowing that he was watching her. She did enjoy this. Being able to draw his attention with her movements. As he liked to tease her, she enjoyed enticing and teasing him. The walk to their shared room was a short one. She felt him behind her, his eyes taking in every inch of her form, and she couldn't help but smile as she reached the closet. She pulled out a clean pair of jeans, her work top, and placed them on the bed.

"Dae ye mynd tae tak' me tae wirk? if ye cannae dae it ah kin hurl mah steed thare."

He shook his head, "I'll take you. I offered."

While she dressed he did the same. Since he didn't have to go into work he dressed in an old shirt, faded pair of jeans, socks, and his old tennis shoes. He walked out to the car with her, watching her eye the old sedan. He opened the door for her, and waited for her to get into it. Once he was in on the driver's side he turned the ignition on, and after a few turns the engine caught. Just like every other time she had been inside of the car she looked on edge.

Aideen gripped the seat belt as they began to move. Her porcelain colored knuckles grew whiter as she sat there. She sat rigid the entire trip until they reached the gas station. She unbuckled, opened the door, and stepped out the moment they parked. A breath of relief washed over her the moment she was on solid ground. She could see Jim looking at her. She gave a slight smile, walked into the station, and clocked in.

The time began to pass as she stood behind the counter. Ring up a fuel pump, press the button to activate it, give the receipt, thank the customer, and then rinse and repeat. It wasn't a hard job, not in the slightest, but it wasn't exactly an exciting one either. Aideen had nearly forgotten about her break when the door opened. She looked up, expecting to see one of the overnight cargo transport drivers that would stop in from time to time, but instead she saw Jim.

He walked toward her, leaned on the counter, and then looked into her creamy jade eyes, "Gone to lunch yet?"

She shook her head, "Na, ah forgot aboot taking yin," she grinned, "Bit ah kin shut th' hain doon fur a few minutes."

She quickly locked the front doors, flipped the sign indicating that pay at the pump service would still work, and she looked at Jim. Instead of bringing something in with him he led her to the back of the store, and out the back door. There was his car, and once again she eyed the machine. Jim knew that she didn't trust the car, and that was understandable, but he did want to give her a reason to enjoy it. So he led her to his side of the, opened the back door, and had her take a seat.

She did and then she felt his hands on her waist. She smiled as she felt him slowly rubbing her sides. She felt him lower his hands until they were on the hem of her jeans. Understanding she lifted her hips, he unbuttoned them, pulled them, along with her panties, down to her knees, and then he pushed her thighs apart. She began to ask what he was doing when his tongue touched her thigh. He began kissing and licking up her, and each inch made her quiver in pleasure. She leaned back, opening her legs as much as she could, giving him full access to all that was hers.

The way he kissed and licked just outside of her slit caused her to breathe heavily. She gripped the fabric of the back seat of the car, bucking her hips forward, pushing more of his waiting mouth into her. She loved feeling him suckling and licking her. She felt him move, finding her favorite spot, gently suckling and licking it, causing her to nearly go mad from the pleasure. For Jim the experience was one he loved. Oh, he'd dated a few girls before, and he did enjoy their tastes, but Aideen tasted different.

There was something sweet and tart about her nectar. He brought her to an orgasm, smiling that he caused his Dullahan girlfriend to orgasm in the back of their car, and then slowly moved up. She got out, on shaky legs, and kissed him before pulling her panties and jeans up. He kissed her, letting her taste what he tasted as he ate her out. She gave him a smile, and he returned it.

"So, how do you feel about taking a car ride on your next day off?"

She looked at the sedan in a different light than before. She grinned and nodded, "Ah suppose, althoogh, dae ye mynd if we uise this back bench again?"