Mathew Mats Rogers SeriesChapter 3 Back on the Road Again
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Brenda's day in dreamtime included a picnic by the lake that Mòr Dubh had found for us, once before. The big stallion followed her around like a puppy. Brenda had made sure to be prepared for her trip by bringing some apples for her friend.
After we had eaten we simply lay back for a while to enjoy the sunshine and then I sprang my first surprise on my girl. I stood up and stretched my arms wide.
"Aquilaire, afflubh!"
A few moments later the eagle and his two lieutenants appeared and they circled overhead.
Mentally I asked the eagle a question and he squawked his reply. His squawk set Accipiter in motion and he swooped low and then settled onto the ground beside us.
Brenda looked at me quizzically, as if to ask what was going on. I smiled at her and motioned towards the eagle.
"Accipiter has asked whether you would do him the honor of flying with him."
"Don't be silly, Sean. You know I can't fly."
"No, but Accipiter can."
The meaning of my words sank in and I could see a mixture of excitement and nerves playing across Brenda's face.
"You mean, he wants me to ride on his back?"
I nodded to tell her that she had guessed right and then I helped her onto her feet. The eagle crouched down and Brenda took her time thinking about how she could get onto his back without damaging his feathers. In the end I gave her a boost and she settled with her legs astride Accipiter's back, behind where his wings met his body.
No sooner had she settled than the huge eagle used his powerful legs to spring into the air. His wings beat the air furiously as he climbed into the sky and Brenda shrieked her joy at the sensation of flying. Down below I laughed to hear her having so much fun.
When the eagle eventually returned her to the ground, she was breathless and her eyes were gleaming with excitement at the experience. Accipiter bowed formally to her and she curtsied in response, then the eagle took to the air once more with a squawk.
After such a high point, the remainder of the day was pretty tame. We talked about how she could suddenly speak and understand Gaelic and the only answer we could come up with was that it might have something to do with my birthstone and her trips to dreamtime. We rode back to the cabin on the stallion's back and I shared my second surprise of the day with Brenda.
I took her hand and pulled her along behind me to the side of the cabin. There were a number of projecting logs and on one of them I had carved our initials with a sharp dagger. The initials were encased within a love heart with an arrow passing through it.
Brenda squealed with delight and threw her arms around me. We shared a tender kiss, staring soulfully into each other's eyes.
"I love you, Brenda Thomas," I told her
"And I love you, Sean Taggart, you might be a goof, but you're my goof" she replied happily.
That was pretty much the end of my next to last visit to dreamtime and on this occasion there was an added benefit. Instead of waking up as usual and finding Brenda wasn't in my furs, I woke up and found myself in my bed at home in the Midwest. That meant I would be able to see my girl without any delay!
By the time that I was up, showered and dressed, Brenda had already arrived. She was in the kitchen with Mom. Both of them were preparing breakfast for a complaining Cormac.
"But, Highness! It is most irregular for you to be preparing food for a mere envoy."
"Oh stuff and nonsense!" Mom replied.
There was already a large stack of pancakes on the table. I grabbed a chair and began to help myself. Between mouthfuls I decided to tell everybody what I had decided.
"I've been thinking about things overnight," I began.
Brenda smiled. She knew that I'd spent far longer than that thinking about my decision. Mom caught the smile and figured out what it meant, but she bit her tongue.
"I'm not willing to commit myself one way or the other about returning to Gael, but I think I have to make the informal visit, so that I can at least meet my father."
I saw Brenda's face and immediately knew I'd gotten things wrong.
"What I mean is that 'we' have to make the informal visit."
Brenda's smile let me know that I had correctly worked out where I'd made my mistake.
My statement led to mixed reactions in the kitchen. Cormac was delighted. No doubt he had been worrying about having to go back to the King to tell him I'd refused to return to Gael.
Mom was concerned that something awful was going to happen to me and also worried that she would lose me to the world of Gael.
Brenda was just happy that she was included in whatever plans I was making.
"I suppose there's nothing I can say to make you change your mind?" Mom asked.
"Mom, I think it's only right that I meet Dad, don't you? I honestly haven't made up my mind about returning to Gael for good, but I do want to meet my father."
She seemed to accept defeat gracefully.
"All right, that's settled. Now all we have to do is speak to Brenda's parents and get permission for her to go with me. I think we'll have to tell them that it's an early birthday present, Brenda, and that we're going to Scotland to visit my father."
Brenda's birthday was on March the thirty-first so an early birthday present would sound like a plausible excuse for me to pay for her to join me on a trip.
"The only white lie in what I intend to tell your parents is that we are going to Scotland," I said to Brenda.
"Actually, Prince Sean, we will be going to Scotland. We have to go there to get to Gael," said Cormac.
Cormac proceeded to describe how we would get to Gael and it was something of an eye-opener. At least the first stage - O'Hare to Glasgow by plane - was straightforward enough, but I couldn't wait to experience the final leg.
Brenda's parents were surprisingly easy to persuade, especially since it would mean she would need to take a week out of school. Everything was fixed for us to leave with Cormac on the coming Saturday.
Mom drove us to O'Hare airport and parked so that she could stay with us until we had to go through the departure gate. I tried to re-assure her that everything would be all right, but there were dark circles under her eyes that screamed out the fact that she hadn't been sleeping well.
"It's only going to be a few days, Mom. We'll be back before you know it."
Neither Brenda nor I had been on a plane before and we were excited at the prospect. For those of you who have travelled a lot, you won't be surprised to learn that our experience turned out to be a big anti-climax.
It was all new of course, but it was so cramped and uncomfortable that the novelty soon wore off. The meals didn't really taste of anything, either. The movies they showed during the flight were some we had seen before.
For an experienced envoy (I guessed the King would send his best man on this mission) Cormac was as nervous as a kitten. I found some time to speak to him during the flight although we had to communicate in whispers so the other passengers wouldn't hear. It transpired that he was experienced, but that virtually all of his work had been within Gael.
The technology that surrounded him was a constant wonder, but also a source of fear and anxiety. His knuckles gleamed white as he gripped the armrests of his seat on take-off. He looked out of the plane's window once and nearly suffered a heart attack when he saw how high we were above the ground. Cormac apologised constantly for the fact that he was not performing as well as a man of his experience should.
"Look, Cormac. It's all right, stop worrying would you?"
After too many hours of being cramped and extremely bored, we touched down at London's Heathrow and caught our connection to Glasgow airport. Just over an hour later we landed in Glasgow and looked out of the plane's window at the rain.
Clearing customs in Glasgow was not half as bad as we had expected. After 9/11, air travel had been the subject of so much additional security that we expected to have a hard time. Surprisingly, we were simply waved through!
There was no delay in retrieving our bags, as we were travelling very light and only had carry-on luggage. We were only going for a few days after all (although Brenda did complain that she wanted to take more time).
Still very nervous, Cormac directed us to a taxi rank, and asked the driver to take us to Queen Street railway station in Glasgow city centre. The cab driver talked constantly during the journey, but we found it difficult to understand his strong accent.
When we arrived at Queen Street, Cormac counted out the correct money for the fare and then led the way inside the station. We had a wait of several hours before our train was due and we took the opportunity of eating something that didn't taste like cardboard.
Queen Street station wasn't huge, but it did have a bar and several fast food outlets. We chose Burger King and ordered up burgers and fries with large cokes, eating them while we watched the good people of Glasgow going about their business.
Cormac scuttled away to the booking office to buy the tickets we would need and Brenda and I took the opportunity of laughing at just how nervous he was about everything around him.
"Did you see the way he was watching the traffic on the freeway on the way into the city?" Brenda asked.
"I know, but it must be difficult to go from a world where there are no cars at all to one where you can't walk safely for fear of being run over!"
After our experience on the plane, the train journey was really something to get excited about. It started off much like any other train journey, as we pulled out of Glasgow and travelled through the city centre and then through the suburbs. Within half an hour though we were stopping in Dunbarton and we could see a castle perched on top of a rock that overlooked the River Clyde.
After that it was like a seeing series of Christmas cards, as the train took us effortlessly through the West Highland glens and mountains. We passed through Crianlarich, Spean Bridge (where the World War II commandos apparently did their training), Loch Eil and finally, more than five hours later, we pulled into Mallaig. The scenery was snowy, raw, rugged and absolutely spectacular.
Brenda and I agreed that we would need to return during the summer to spend some time here rather than simply pass through such remarkable countryside.
My girl couldn't see everything that I could though and there was something else about this Scottish scenery that had me excited - there were ley lines and I could feed off of their power!
Cormac seemed to be getting more relaxed the closer we got to Mallaig. When we eventually arrived, it was already getting dark and the February night air was bitterly cold here by the sea. Our guide urged us to hurry and he managed to grab the only taxi available.
A short cab ride later and we were dropped off at a tiny village called Beoraidberg. The driver clearly thought there must be something seriously wrong with us for asking to be dripped off in the middle of nowhere. Cormac assured him that that we knew what we were doing, and that everything was fine.
Once the cab had driven off, Cormac led the way off of the road. We made our way into the fields, which were covered with snow. I knew better than to use the power to make our journey easier, as Charles had warned me I had to keep such abilities a secret. That meant that we had a rough twenty minutes struggling through ankle deep snow until it began to thin out.
The closer we got to the coastline, the thinner the snow became. That was probably due to the combined effects of the wind blowing off of the sea and the salt in the spray. Whatever the cause was, we welcomed the fact that the going became easier and it didn't take much longer to reach a sheltered cove that had a small sandy beach.
This was the part of our journey I had really been looking forward to. Back in the Taggart household, Cormac had explained that the only way to reach Gael from the 'other-world' was if you had a sponsor who could call the special transport. This ensured that there was virtually no travel between the two worlds other than those few journeys the royals permitted.
The journey involved leaving from the west-coast of Scotland and entering into the different dimension in which the world of Gael existed. The crossing was achieved using a very special method of transport and our guide called for that transport now. We stood shivering on the beach, watching the huge waves crashing ashore.
Almost instantaneously, three brilliantly white, winged, horses appeared as if from the very sea itself. They seemed to gallop up the beach just like the angry waves and before we knew it, the magnificent beasts were standing in front of us.
"Don't be afraid of them, they are very gentle and there is no danger of you falling off," Cormac assured us.
Each of the horses knelt down on their front legs to make it easy for us to mount and then stood again before wheeling and charging back down the beach.
The crossing was almost a disappointment after the dramatic appearance of the horses. One moment we were skimming across the rough seas and then we were in sunlight and riding up a much different beach on what I presumed was now Gael.
There was a large party of men, sitting on much less impressive horses, waiting at the head of the strand of sand. I could see that they were wearing half-armour and they were heavily armed with swords and spears.
"No need to be alarmed, these are Axonite troops sent by King Kenneth to make sure no harm befalls you, Highness," Cormac called out.
The winged horses slowed and came to a halt before kneeling once more to allow us to dismount. Brenda and I felt it necessary to stroke the magnificent beast and to thank them for seeing us to Gael safely. They wheeled with a flourish and were gone within moments.
Cormac led the way towards the welcoming party and suddenly began shouting angrily at them.
"Fools! Have you no respect? This is Prince Sean, son of our King!"
There was a scramble as all of the men tried to dismount at once. The fact that their horses were standing close together made that quite difficult and Brenda and I were soon trying to stop ourselves from laughing at the mess they were getting themselves into.
"Wait! Wait! There is no need to dismount on my account. I don't expect anybody to stand on ceremony because of me, remain on your horses please," I called out.
Cormac gave me a doubtful look as if to tell me that this was not the way things were normally done. I smiled to myself at the thought that this was certainly not going to be the last time I received such a look. There was no way I was going to accept people constantly bowing and scraping. The very thought of that left me feeling uncomfortable.
Despite the fact that I had tried to save them some bother, the soldiers were not looking at me kindly. I got the impression they resented my presence altogether, but why? I didn't know. As far as I was aware I hadn't done anything to upset them.
To try to avoid any further awkwardness, I thought it might be an idea to start the final leg of our journey as quickly as possible. There were three spare horses to one side and I assumed (this time rightly) that they were meant for us.
"How far do we have left to travel?" I asked Cormac, leading Brenda over to the horses.
"I'm afraid we still have half a day of riding, Highness."
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Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
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Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
My name is Lucy, and I own the Roadhouse. So, what's the Roadhouse? Basically, it's a bar, although we also have a not bad kitchen, so we do meals in the evening, and snacks all night until about an hour before closing. I'm ex-military, although you might not guess it to look at me. I was actually a Special Forces commando, in armies that allowed women into combat roles. I can certainly handle myself in a fight, as more than one man has found out at the wrong moment. While I do love a...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
SRU: The Roadhouse by Corvus corax (Raven) Comma and Asterix looked at each other and sighed. Both of the deliverymen were hot, sweaty and very, very tired. On days like today, when it was 100 degrees in the shade, with 90 % humidity, it didn't pay to be moving around large pieces of magical equipment. Asterix continued to gaze over from the passenger seat of the SRU van to Comma, who was behind the wheel. He slumped down a little further into his seat. "Man! I sure could use...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...