gazed up at the muscular giant looming over her. “Yes. I'm very all right,” she replied and smiled.
Deep inside, Tearach felt a glowing warmth at her response. He had satisfied her well and that left him feeling at peace. “I warned you. Goblins have a great deal more stamina than humans. At least, that's what we've always been told.” He pushed her hair away from her face and wrapped his arms about her shoulders. Her fingers began a steady stroking motion over his biceps. He considered not telling her that the whiskey they drank was probably spiked and he feared the very thing he'd warned her about had been accomplished. Shayla had been up to her tricks. The newfound stillness in his heart had him waiting for just the proper moment.
Kathy took her time looking him over. “Where did all this muscle come from? Do Goblins work out?"
"There are a great many ways to keep in shape here, most of them related to work. And having great physical strength helps us survive. It's how we've withstood thousands of years of war, famine and any number of adversities."
She snuggled deeper into his embrace. “You've never told me what you actually do for a living. Is your work that physically demanding?"
"It can be,” he said as he stroked her hair again. “Goblins are makers of weapons. My specialty is making just about any kind of knife. I also help mine semiprecious stones used in the Druid arts."
Kathy sat up. They were talking as if nothing unusual had happened. As if they were two lovers passing the time in conversation until they were ready to make love again. Seeing his perfect body made her abdomen flutter. He was just too masculine to be real. All this had to be a lustful dream of some kind. She'd wake up back in her London apartment and laugh at herself and her depraved imagination. Imagine lying in some primeval forest, making love to a mesmerizing creature who wasn't supposed to even exist.
He sat up next to her, stroking her back as he did so. “What's wrong? Don't you remember what happened last night?"
"Yes,” she murmured, “I remember everything."
"Then you realize I didn't force you."
"No. I'm responsible for my own actions. I've just never behaved like this before. It must have been all the whiskey."
He sighed heavily, briefly closed his eyes and decided to tell her what he suspected. “I don't know how to say this tactfully, but I have more than a hunch that we were drugged. I don't usually drink spirits the way I did. Shayla and the Druids know of certain herbs that can induce a person to drink more than they should. I hate to even believe she'd sink that low, but I doubt I'm wrong about this. I couldn't put the alcohol down which leads me to believe there was some tampering."
His soft, low-timbered voice caused chills to go up and down her spine. “If she did such a thing, and I get my hands on her...” she angrily began.
Tearach placed his fingers over her lips. “There's nothing we can do about the circumstances now. We have to live with what's been done. It's my fault for not being more careful. I should have checked all the food and beverages in my cottage. Shayla is nothing if not determined."
"What if I'm pregnant?"
"Then Shayla will have gotten the results she sought,” he grimly responded.
Kathy sat up and stared into the distance. That Shayla would actually use some kind of magic or conjuring to induce a sexual situation was despicable. Still, something in her heart didn't reject the beauty of the encounter. She was still furious, however, that the Sorceress would stoop this low.
Tearach moved slightly away, waiting for her enraged response. He saw several confusing expressions pass over her face and couldn't fault her almost perfect control. He couldn't read how she now felt, but he wasn't about to admit regret over their sexual encounter. It had been exciting.
"I won't say I'm sorry, Kathy. It would be a lie if I did.” At one time, that admission would have been impossible
Deep inside, Tearach felt a glowing warmth at her response. He had satisfied her well and that left him feeling at peace. “I warned you. Goblins have a great deal more stamina than humans. At least, that's what we've always been told.” He pushed her hair away from her face and wrapped his arms about her shoulders. Her fingers began a steady stroking motion over his biceps. He considered not telling her that the whiskey they drank was probably spiked and he feared the very thing he'd warned her about had been accomplished. Shayla had been up to her tricks. The newfound stillness in his heart had him waiting for just the proper moment.
Kathy took her time looking him over. “Where did all this muscle come from? Do Goblins work out?"
"There are a great many ways to keep in shape here, most of them related to work. And having great physical strength helps us survive. It's how we've withstood thousands of years of war, famine and any number of adversities."
She snuggled deeper into his embrace. “You've never told me what you actually do for a living. Is your work that physically demanding?"
"It can be,” he said as he stroked her hair again. “Goblins are makers of weapons. My specialty is making just about any kind of knife. I also help mine semiprecious stones used in the Druid arts."
Kathy sat up. They were talking as if nothing unusual had happened. As if they were two lovers passing the time in conversation until they were ready to make love again. Seeing his perfect body made her abdomen flutter. He was just too masculine to be real. All this had to be a lustful dream of some kind. She'd wake up back in her London apartment and laugh at herself and her depraved imagination. Imagine lying in some primeval forest, making love to a mesmerizing creature who wasn't supposed to even exist.
He sat up next to her, stroking her back as he did so. “What's wrong? Don't you remember what happened last night?"
"Yes,” she murmured, “I remember everything."
"Then you realize I didn't force you."
"No. I'm responsible for my own actions. I've just never behaved like this before. It must have been all the whiskey."
He sighed heavily, briefly closed his eyes and decided to tell her what he suspected. “I don't know how to say this tactfully, but I have more than a hunch that we were drugged. I don't usually drink spirits the way I did. Shayla and the Druids know of certain herbs that can induce a person to drink more than they should. I hate to even believe she'd sink that low, but I doubt I'm wrong about this. I couldn't put the alcohol down which leads me to believe there was some tampering."
His soft, low-timbered voice caused chills to go up and down her spine. “If she did such a thing, and I get my hands on her...” she angrily began.
Tearach placed his fingers over her lips. “There's nothing we can do about the circumstances now. We have to live with what's been done. It's my fault for not being more careful. I should have checked all the food and beverages in my cottage. Shayla is nothing if not determined."
"What if I'm pregnant?"
"Then Shayla will have gotten the results she sought,” he grimly responded.
Kathy sat up and stared into the distance. That Shayla would actually use some kind of magic or conjuring to induce a sexual situation was despicable. Still, something in her heart didn't reject the beauty of the encounter. She was still furious, however, that the Sorceress would stoop this low.
Tearach moved slightly away, waiting for her enraged response. He saw several confusing expressions pass over her face and couldn't fault her almost perfect control. He couldn't read how she now felt, but he wasn't about to admit regret over their sexual encounter. It had been exciting.
"I won't say I'm sorry, Kathy. It would be a lie if I did.” At one time, that admission would have been impossible
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