40 Shades of Green

Somewhere among the lush rolling hills of the Emerald Isle, the wind whistled in the chimney as I fumbled with the matches and firelighters. I was crouched naked and dripping in front of the log burner, shivering and salty after my sea swim. Outside, the sky was ominous and grey, threatening a storm across the coastline of the Dingle Peninsula.

My heart warmed as the flames started to tickle and dance around the sticks of kindling. Closing the stove door, I turned to grab some logs and then groaned, my hand hopelessly snatching at air above an empty basket. Realising that I had forgotten to stock up earlier, I peered out of the window at the fading light.  Sighing, I resolved that the stone cottage would be far cosier with a roaring fire in the hearth. I pulled on a big sheepskin coat and towelled my hair off, heading out the door into the brewing storm.

The winter wind whipped at my hair as I crunched across the gravel path outside my holiday cottage. I pulled out of the drive and headed off down the winding coastal road to find the nearest service station. Headlights aglow, an ethereal mist hung across the road and the occasional house light glittered from the side of the road. Entering the twilight realm, rain began to pitter patter on the windscreen, and I absentmindedly tapped the stick to activate the wipers. Rearing into action, the wipers abruptly squeaked to a halt mid-swipe, blocking my view. Frowning, I tapped the stick a second time, but the wipers groaned and didn’t budge.

Just then, the heavens opened, and water started streaming down the screen. I leaned forward trying to keep my eyes on the road. I reassured myself that the fuel station was only a few minutes away, although I could not shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Focusing my vision ahead, a large tree branch loomed into view, swaying dangerously in the wind. I startled as a fox darted across the road a few feet in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, relieved to see it’s fiery orange tail disappearing into a hedge in my wing mirror view.

“Shit!” I cursed, beginning to regret my decision to venture out in this stormy weather. I slowed down to make it round a sharp bend, the car bouncing over a pothole as the road narrowed. Straining my eyes in bedazzlement, I saw a dirt track heading into the woods up ahead. I felt perplexed that I couldn’t recall this route, and I had no idea how I could have gone off-piste from the coastal road.

Just then a tractor loomed into visibility from the dark tunnel of woodland ahead. As it slowed down to pass by, I waved out my window to get the drivers attention. It was an elder chap with rosy cheeks, wearing a cap who greeted me with a nod. I rolled down my window.

“is the fuel station ahead?”

He replied in a lively fashion, moving his hands in an animated manner, but I couldn’t for the life of me make out a word of what he said.

“Ye undastan?” he asked in his Irish accent, quite possibly noticing my rabbit in the headlights expression. Not knowing what else to say, I nodded in a friendly manner and waved goodbye, feeling none the wiser.

I slowed my pace to a snail trail as I bumped down the track ahead. Rain blurred my visibility and darkness enveloped the car from all sides. Almost set to make a U-turn, I caught a glimpse of light glimmering through the trees. Rounding the corner, I saw an orange sign perched on a tree, beckoning me to turn down a small driveway. I read the painted letters ‘Goibniu Smithery’ with intrigue. I had been leafing through a book about the Tuatha De Danaan in the Dingle bookstore, and I remembered reading about a metalsmith in Irish mythology named Goibniu.

I parked up in a small yard, intending to ask the smith for directions. A heavy barn door stood ajar, golden light pooling out into the rain. I knocked politely, pausing in the entrance way. I listened, at first silence echoed and I began to feel afraid thinking I could be perilously lost. Then I caught ear of some faint banging sounds from within. Poking my head around the door, I saw the broad shoulders of a man silhouetted by firelight swinging a hammer, and the sound of metal reverberating on metal. Wet hair was plastered to my face, as I huddled in the door frame, hypnotised by his gleaming muscular form rhythmically pounding hammer to anvil. I was shivering with chill, yet deep within me a mysterious furnace was reignited.

“Errr… excuse me? I’m a bit lost” I cleared my throat nervously, hoping he didn’t have such a thick Irish accent as the last chap on the tractor. The smith straightened his back slowly, standing still for a moment. Then he turned slowly to face me. He was a hulk of a man, wearing a brown leather apron over dirty green overalls, revealing a defined chest and arms, fortified by fire and metal. His piercing blue eyes were framed by furrowed eyebrows and long dark lustrous locks, slick with sweat.

He stared me up and down for a moment, as I stood like a drowned rat in the door frame.

“Well, you’re all wet! Get yeself inside at once!” His brooding expression softened, and his lyrical voice put me at ease immediately. I shuffled forward as he rummaged on a shelf, drawing out a blanket, then waved me over to the emanating glow of the flames. He ushered me closer to the hearth, wrapping the rug over my shoulders. I welcomed the warmth, and tingles of pleasure travelled down my spine.

He then busied himself tidying the tools that he had been working with, and I noticed a piece of metal glowing like embers. I felt entranced by the luminous orange light of the molten metal. Then I felt his eyes on me.

His steely blue eyes cut through the silence, and a sheen of sweat glinted gold on his cheekbones in the dim light. He ran strong hands through thick hair, brushing it from his inquiring face.

“I.. I’m looking for the fuel station…I went to pick up some logs for the fire. Then I got l-l-lost” I stuttered sheepishly, teeth chattering.

“Dunno know how ye managed to get so far off track. No fear, I’ll drive my truck out to the coastal route and ye can follow behind.”

“Thank you, that’s really kind.” I smiled.

“Don’t mention it, let’s get ye warmed up now. A mug of warm brew?”

“What’s this you are making?” I was distracted by some mysterious ruins carved into a piece of metal lying casually on his workbench.

“This here’s a sword, that is engraved with faery language” he winked at me, picking up the weapon and flipping it in his hands to admire.

As he did so, I could swear I saw the ruins illuminate with an incandescent green that shimmered momentarily before diminishing beneath the steel surface. I caught my breath and found my fingers reaching out towards his ethereal blade. His sparkling eyes caught mine, stormy skies within, and as I brushed my fingertips across the engraving, I felt time melt between us. His aura seemed to ripple with viridescent light as he smoothly guided my hand down the length of the blade, before carefully lowering the pointed tip.

“I’ll tell ye a story over a hot drink now, there’s a hobbit house through here. Follow me”

He led the way through a curtain at the back of the barn into a round earth house, bathed in amber candlelight and decorated abundantly with sheepskin rugs, curious wood carvings and…

I stood and stared at the intricately carved four poster bed with a mattress of brilliant green moss, curtains of lichen draped decoratively, and ferns sprouting from alcoves in the surrounding wall. A canopy of fairy lights glittered above this forest scene.

It was vibrantly alive with the pulse of the earth, and I secretly longed to lie down and roll in the soft carpet of moss.

“Mulled ale?”

I was stirred from my reverie by his question. He paused with a cheeky grin, “Just after brewing it meself with some magical ingredients.” He placed a mug of steaming amber liquid in my trembling hands and I plonked my stiff backside on some sheepskins laid out before the crackling fire.

“Your bed… it’s like a dream” I said in astonishment.

“Ah sure, look we magical beings can’t be living elsewhere can we?” he gazed dreamily at the fire.

“There was a time when magic was part of life, you remember don’t you?”

I sensed a storytelling coming on, and he paused to swig from his mug. Sipping my warm ale, I felt my body start to thaw and tingle. Leaning back and admiring his home, I thought I caught a glimpse of glow worms twinkling in the earthy walls. Looking over at him, I saw he was mesmerised by the play and dance of the flames. I observed the contours of solid muscle disappearing beneath his overalls, and thought how easily he could crush me in his arms. I wondered why I did not feel any fear with him, this stranger, who felt so warm and inviting to my body and soul.

Feeling myself begin to sweat beneath my thick coat, I began to unbutton the front of my coat, enjoying the heat of the fire on my exposed skin. Then suddenly remembering that I was completely starkers underneath, I covered myself hastily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw he was regarding me with curiosity.

He gazed back into the flames, “In ancient times, the sword represented truth, only he who kneeled before the Goddess earned the true title of King. The sword of light made the King invincible, yet human lust for power meant that beings of magic were forced to retreat into the otherworld, taking their treasures with them down beneath the surface. Now too few remember...”

His hung his head with sadness, and I longed to reach out to stroke his hair.

“I believe… in magic, I mean.” I ventured. He raised his eyes, now brimming with tears. I felt an unknow potency brewing within me, and summoned to my feet, I rose and padded lightly across the earthen floor to the foot of his bed. Close up, his irises were vast sky rimmed with dawn frost. I reached out to touch his face, noticing his lower lip so softly quivering. Dragon fire was burning in my heart, and falling into him, I pressed my lips against his passionately. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my hips towards him. I straddled him on the mossy carpet, feeling like Bambi in the grips of a giant.

Electrical currents shimmered in the between, and I rocked my body against him feeling his hot breath caress my neck. I arched my head back, as he kissed fervently down my neck to my collar bone. Wanting more, I teasingly pushed myself off him, standing up to unbutton my coat. My coat slid to my ankles, revealing my naked figure before him. He let his eyes take me in, and they sparkled with starlight. I saw then that my limbs were glistening with an emerald sheen. I cupped my breasts and felt a shudder of ecstasy ignite, pouring through my nipples.

Lost in a trance, I didn’t see him come up behind. He pushed me against the bed post, pinning my wrists above me. His sheer strength melting me into liquid magma. Then I became stone still as I felt something cool against my ankle. The sharp edge contoured my inner thigh, making me shudder with a mixture of terror and delight. I knew then this blade was the sword. His warm breath tickled my ear, as the cool edge ran up my spine to the back of my neck. I daren’t move or hardly breathe, yet I felt I could trust him. My pussy pulsed dangerously close to making my whole body convulse, and I let slip a long moan, quivering in his grip.

The anticipation was close to making me lose control, and I revelled in it, wanting him to take me. I wanted him to thrust me open with his etheric sword of light, to rip every shred of me to pieces in ecstatic rapture, to leave me in ruins on a bed of moss. The aroma of his  sweat carried in the warm air, earthy musk, a hint of smoke and metallic spice. I licked my lips, imagining what he must taste like.

Seizing my hair, with the point of the sword perilously close to my neck, he licked the back of my neck up to the hairline. I arched my back in bliss, pressing my pelvis back against him and feeling him hard and pulsating against me.

He let out a low growl, bringing one hand down to caress my butt cheeks. His palm was hardened from smith work, and the course touch turned me on so much I began to writhe feverishly, aware that the sharp point was daringly close to my neck. His hand was lost in the supple squeeze of my ass, as I let one wrist slip quietly from his sweaty grip. Before he could realise that I had freed myself, I whipped the sword hilt right out of his unsuspecting hand.

I leant against the bed post, wielding the sword and laughing victoriously. His golden chest was gleaming with sweat and his eyes brooded with smouldering intensity. Taking charge, I used the blade to slice through his shirt buttons, and then hovered the pointed end dangerously over the engorged bulge between his legs. He obediently tore off his shirt and pulled down his overalls, coming to his knees before me.

I surveyed his exquisitely sculpted form, tattooed chest, and hard in all the right places.

He then began to kiss me between the legs with such tenderness and adoration that I felt droplets start to moisten the lips of my flower. I teased him back with the point of the sword and meeting his eyes, I licked the point of the sword, feeling a sharp prick and warm metallic liquid on my tongue. I leaned forward, flicking my tongue into his mouth and biting down on his lower lip. Pulling away slowly, I left a crimson smudge on his mouth and chin.

Coming to my feet, I ceremoniously lowered the blade to his shoulder, as if knighting him. I carefully nicked his shoulder, the excitement bubbling inside of me as red beads swelled in a line and began to trickle down his shoulder. He didn’t even flinch, his eyes stayed lowered in reverent humility. I dropped the sword, and bent down to kiss his wound, licking it and tasting him. A sigh of pained ecstasy escaped his lips, and he lunged forward, throwing me on the bed, burying his face between my legs.

I sank into the soft moss, my fingers clawing wildly at tufts of green. My back contorted as his tongue teased and darted around the entrance to my flower. I pawed at his back, smearing blood and dirt on his skin. Lost to eternity, my limitless breath an anchor in the chaos, I trembled in his arms. He reared his head to kiss me, and I tasted my sweet milky nectar on him, with a trace of sea salt. I longed for him to devour me, to ravish me beyond madness, until I dissolved into nothingness.

Gripping his hips between my thighs, I squeezed tight and rolled him over. Victorious, I sat on top of him, my wet pussy against his warm skin. I let her be tickled softly as I lingered above him. Then climbing between his legs, I licked the full length of his cock, tasting ash and honey. I let myself become a hungry animal, taking him in all the way, gliding up and down, until he was rolling his eyes back and bucking against me.

Pulling back, I paused to breathe, drool spooling from wet lips.  Our eyes burned into each other, liquid fire oozing into the silence. I wanted him inside me so bad, my pussy burned white hot with desire. He crawled across the bed towards me, and bewildered, I saw the mysterious tattoos across his chest begin to radiate iridescent green light. A sphere of fire engulfed us, and he pounced, melding into me in an inferno of desire.

He pierced me with his flaming sword of light, a fountain of light ascending up through my heart and throat, as I opened my mouth to let the serpent unravel within. I let go and let God, unfurling my body in a rhythmic dance of eros that ebbed and flowed with the breath.

Riding the waves of the dragon, our hips were entwined in loops of infinity. Steam was rising off our sizzling skin, the head of his cock a blazing torch inside me. With searing intensity, his  fiery wand shook me open, and I became golden lava beneath him. Blinded by bliss, my hands roamed across his body to his curious skin markings, and my fingertips surged with a blistering power. Screaming in primal ecstasy, my cells ignited in a chorus of oneness, and I let myself die into the flames. Until there was no thought, no body. Every speck of me burned to ash. I lay there on the bed of moss, shielded by his masculine presence until we rose like Phoenixes in the soft dawn light.

Even to this day, when I think of him my fingertips light up, as if branded by his forged magick.