I found Ian Rorke behind the bar, polishing glasses in the time-honored ritual of a Celtic publican. I could see his bride Mantarl in the kitchen, pre...aring some Craxill item I was unfamiliar with, his hands covered in a white flour-like substance. Mantarl's mate was no doubt upstairs in their flat, keeping their young cub entertained and caring for Ian's wife Siobhan, who'd just given birth to a son two weeks ago.Ian waved at me as I entered, and drew a pint of stout for me as I sat down. It. .I wanna' taste your cock and feel it sliding in my mouth!" My balls felt heavy as my cum swelled and my cock was pulsing against the soft warmth of her cheek. She teased her fingertips lightly along the sides of my shaft, then sucking my tip she pushed her lips further over my cock. I couldn't resist the urge to push my cock deeper into her mouth, as I groaned,"Oh yess, that's it babe, suck my cock good...mmmm, I love the way you fuck my cock with your mouth", feeling her lips squeezing around. He stood and started counting trees. To his surprise there was some sort of order; the trees, maybe a hundred rings apiece, were spaced at some sort of regular intervals. Planted trees usually meant sacred groves.Taima had never been in a sacred grove but he had heard about them. They were supposed to be places of power for priestesses but dangerous to unsuspecting warriors. The priestess would lure a man into her magic web of living woven branches and suck all the water out of man's body while. Now we both had lost out energy. She laid her head on my chest in the same position without removing my penis for half an hour. We both were tired and it was time to relax in each other’s arms. So we let ourselves cool down. After half an hour she sat up and said ‘shall I take it out now, if you wish?’ I said ‘ok’. So she slowly removed my penis from her hole and lay beside me keeping her right arm round my chest. Holding my face in her both hands with lots of love, ‘sahib’ she said, “Till day.