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Maeve Fogarty had grown up with the mythology of her grandparents. Her family had come to America from Ireland, fleeing the famine that was slowly starving them out. They hoped America would be a fresh start, and while they did manage to make it in the new world, they were the lucky ones. But to help those that weren’t so lucky, they brought their stories. Tales of faeries and leprechauns and mad gods whom good Christian’s no longer spoke the name of.
But Maeve listened to the stories. Maeve knew not to leave her house after dark or whistle in the forests or say “thank you” to nature for a nice flower she found on the side of the road. She was a careful, intelligent young woman who did what she had to do to survive.
Unfortunately for her, when one of those stories came knocking on her door one night, he wore such a pretty face that all her common sense washed away along with her fear.
She had been at home reading, relaxing after a long day of teaching at the local school, when she heard a knocking on the door. She lived in a small cottage on the edge of her family’s land, barely anybody came out this far into the middle of nowhere, so she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the knocking.
“What the hell?” Maeve whispered to herself, answering the door and getting even more confused by the sight in front of her. There stood a young handsome man with a banjo strapped to his back. He wore a kind smile and Maeve instantly felt herself at ease by his demeanor, leaning against the doorframe and watching him. She felt almost too relaxed, like a charm or spell had taken over her.
“Evenin ma’am, I’m so sorry to bother you at such a late hour, but my car broke down a bit down the road and I was hoping I could use your phone to call my friend.” The man started, a thick familiar southern accent reaching Maeve’s ears.
And somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard her grandfather’s voice reminding her not to let any strangers inside after dark. But overtaking that voice was another, more seductive one, purring at her to hear this man out… And as a single woman in the country whom no man even gave a second glance, when that second voice rumbled in her mind, she couldn’t help but listen.
“I’m sorry, who are you? Nobody ever drives out ‘round these parts this time of night.” Maeve asked, crossing her arms and watching the stranger.
“Oh, I’m so sorry darlin, forgive my bad manners. My name’s Remmick, I perform with a traveling band and I was on my way home when my car broke down over yonder. I just need to use your phone and I’ll be outta your pretty hair, I promise.” The man gave a crooked smile and his eyes were practically sparkling like a pouting puppy dog. Maeve gave a raised eyebrow, looking him up and down once more before letting out a heavy sigh, making sure her shotgun was in sight before she backed up a bit.
“Cmon in, make it quick, my daddy’s asleep in the other room and I don’t want you waking him up.” She lied, still staying cautious as the handsome stranger entered her home.
“Thank ya kindly.” Remmick nodded, looking around as he walked inside, “You have a beautiful home. Smells like cinnamon in here, is that a candle or just your beautiful smell?” He smirked and Maeve blushed softly, keeping her arms crossed to keep her defenses high.
“Neither. The phone’s over there.” She pointed to the phone sitting on the counter, eyeing Remmick carefully as he continued to look around. He nodded once more, heading towards the phone but he slowed.
“It might take a while for my friend to come meet me. Do you mind if I stay with you just for a little bit until he gets here? It smells like it’s gonna rain out there, I’d hate to stand around and ruin not just my clothes but my banjo too.” He asked, turning slightly so Maeve could see his face when he spoke. The first thing she’d thought when she saw him was how hypnotic his eyes were. His eyes had this strange reddish sheen to them that she’d never seen before and somehow it drew her to him. In addition, his teeth were ever so slightly crooked, imperfect in such a way that Maeve found it charming. He was handsome, but not in a traditional sort of way. It reminded her of the old Irish country boys her father used to try and set her up with, but instead of being meek and whiny farm boys like them, Remmick had an air of dominance and rage to him. Like he was hiding something terrible just beneath the surface…
Like it would only take a single breath to snap the fragile thread that was holding his sanity together.
“Fine… just be quiet and don’t steal anything. And I have a shotgun I will use if need be.” Maeve snarled a warning and Remmick held up his hands in defense.
“Don’t worry ma’am, I won’t take nothin that ain’t freely given, I promise, especially not from a pretty thing like you.” Remmick winked at her before he reached the phone, dialing up his supposed friend.
The strangest thing was that when he spoke, he was speaking in Gaelic. Maeve knew it was Gaelic as her grandparents spoke it to each other. Unfortunately, they died before they were able to teach it to her, so she didn’t understand a lick of what he said.
“You’re Irish?” She asked as Remmick hung up the phone, causing him to whip around and look at her with wide eyes.
“Yeah…. How’d you know? You speak Gaelic?” He asked, an odd bit of worry to his tone but Maeve pushed it off as him not appreciating her listening to his conversation.
“No, I don’t speak it, but my grandparents did. They immigrated over here from Ireland before my parents were born. This is my family’s farmland, they gave me this house on the edge of the land since I don’t have a husband and they wanted to keep an eye on me.” She shrugged, “Why do you know it?”
“Same as you, family and friends are from Ireland.” He replied, a small smile on his face as he approached, “Ya know, I’d offer to play you a tune you might enjoy, but I don’t wanna wake your dad if he’s in the other room.” His eyes glanced towards the hallway and that’s when Maeve laughed and shook her head.
“No that’s… my daddy’s not actually here… I said that because I didn’t know if you were gonna kill me or rape me or something. But you seem genuine… it’s rare to find someone genuine out here.” Her blue-grey eyes softened then as she sat down on the couch, still watching him, “You can play me something… if you want….” Remmick’s smile widened as he pulled the banjo off his back, sat down in one of the chairs across from Maeve, and started playing.
“Tráthnóinín déanach i gcéin cois leasa dom.
Táimse i m’ chodhladh is ná dúisigh mé.
Sea dhearcas lem’ thaobh an spéirbhean mhaisiúil.
Táimse i m’ chodhladh is ná dúisigh mé.
Ba bhachallach péarlach dréimreach barrachas
A carnfholt craobhach ag titim léi ar bhaillechrith
‘S í ag caitheamh na saighead trím thaobh do chealg mé.
Táimse i m’ chodhladh is ná dúisigh mé.
Is éirigí, a chlann, agus gabhaig bhur n-airm chugaibh,
Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
Is leagaigí sa tsrúil gach scrúille Sasanaigh,
Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
Mura mairfeadh ach triúir bíodh ciú ins gach bail’ agaibh
Ó Charraig na Siúire go ciumhais an Daingin thiar
Ardaigí bhur lain, tugaig fogha faoina Sasanaigh,
Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.”
His voice had Maeve staring at him like she was in the presence of a god. Remmick sang like music was the only thing that mattered to him in this world. Even though she didn’t understand anything of what he said, she was enraptured by the way he told his song. And yet, despite all of that, it was almost like there was no soul to the song at the same time. It was as if his music had no heart to it despite him literally giving everything he had to it, and Maeve couldn’t understand why.
“That…. That was beautiful.” She whispered breathlessly, her eyes wide and enraptured by this man in front of her. She felt her heart skip a beat as a few dirty, fleeting thoughts crossed her mind and made her squirm in her seat, however those thoughts were dashed when she saw the wedding ring on his finger, “I-I bet your wife enjoys your singing too.” It was then that Remmick’s face turned sad and he shook his head.
“Nah… um…. My wife’s been long dead now. I only still wear this in honor of her, so I don’t lose her memory.” Remmick explained and held his hand up to show off the ring.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to reopen any old wounds!” Maeve apologized but Remmick moved closer to reassure her, sitting on the couch beside her.
“No no, it’s ok, nobody knows when they first meet me anyways. But you were right, she did enjoy my voice when she was alive… She looked at me the same way you’re looking at me right now.” Remmick’s voice deepened and Maeve shivered, licking her lips as she immediately noticed the way he started looking at her. His eyes had darkened and he was examining her as if she were a meal, his gaze flicking from one part of her body to another.
“I-I apologize sir if I crossed any kind of line.” She replied. Every nerve in her body was telling her to run, to stand up and get as far away from this man as possible. That voice earlier in her head that sounded like her grandfather was now violently screaming at her, desperately trying to warn her that this man was bad news. However, all of her senses were being completely drowned out by the sudden rush of arousal and desire that his song had brought out in her. Maeve always had a thing for musicians anyway, so when this one just so happened to be a handsome one who spoke Gaelic, her body responded naturally.
“You didn’t cross anything, darlin…. Atleast nothin I didn’t offer you freely.” He purred, his eyes meeting hers and Maeve swore in that moment they flashed red, like someone had shown a flashlight directly into his gaze and it flickered back like a dog caught in headlights.
“Your eyes… they’re beautiful…” She whispered and reached out, moving a strand of his hair out of his face so she could see his eyes more clearly, “It’s like you have moonlight in them or something.” Her words made Remmick chuckle and he shook his head, smiling even wider then.
“If you think they’re beautiful now, just wait ‘till I’m lookin up at you from between your thighs, worshipping you with your name on my lips…”
Maeve audibly gasped in response and felt Remmick leaning closer, her eyes flitting back and forth between his lips and his eyes. She knew this was a bad idea, fucking some random stranger who had god knows how many diseases or who maybe just wanted to fuck her so he could kidnap her and kill her when she was most vulnerable. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to leave. She hadn’t had a gentleman caller like this in years and the last one wasn’t even any good. She knew God would judge her when the time came, but at that moment, she couldn’t give less of a shit if God was watching because she wanted Remmick more than anything.
She jerked forward and grabbed Remmick by his suspenders, pulling him in close and kissing him roughly. The growl that tore from his throat nearly vibrated through Maeve’s whole body as she felt his hands fly to her waist to pull her even closer. He kissed back hard and passionately, his kiss full of teeth and tongue. There was also an odd amount of spit, almost like the man was drooling into the kiss. At one point when he stuck his tongue into her mouth and practically licked her teeth, she swore she felt it dripping with his saliva, but even that wasn’t enough to turn her off. The only thing that would ruin this was if Remmick tried to stop.
“Your skin tastes like sunlight in the summertime…” He whispered, pressing hot open mouthed kisses down her neck as he pushed her down onto the couch. And strangely, the more he kissed her, the more Maeve started to feel an odd buzzing sensation under her skin. It felt like she’d been hyperventilating, her vision slightly fuzzy around the edges and she could practically feel her heart pounding in her chest. Everything felt ten times more intense than normal, from the scratch of her dress on her back to the pleasurable throb between her legs. If she had been thinking clearly, Maeve would’ve thought Remmick had drugged her somehow. But the pulsing in her cunt was becoming too much for her to ignore the more Remmick made his claim on her mouth and throat.
“Wha-what was it you said earlier about being between my thighs?” She stammered with a smile, looking up at him and she could tell then that he was absolutely drooling. His mouth and chin were covered in his thick saliva which was currently dripping onto her chest. Normally she would’ve been disgusted, but the floaty buzzy feeling that overtook her made her ignore it completely.
“I said… ima worship you and make you scream my fuckin name, darlin.” Remmick snarled, his voice almost sounding doubled as he started kissing a hot, wet line down her chest to her belly until he found his destination between her legs. Maeve was panting like a dog in heat, lifting her ass to help Remmick dispose of her undergarments as he hopped off the couch onto the floor and pulled her with him for easy access. She yelped in surprise but giggled at his harsh treatment, staring down at him with wide eyes as he began kissing up the insides of her thighs, his large cool hands keeping them spread so he could see all of her.
“You’re already drippin for me, babydoll… did my song affect you that much?” He asked with a chuckle, dragging one callused finger through her soaked folds as a tease, causing Maeve to gasp again and push her hips closer.
“Y-you know damn well it did, s’like you hypnotized me or some shit…” She grumbled, lifting her leg to rest it on his shoulder, “And let’s hope you ain’t just all talk now cuz I don’t wanna tarnish your good name if you can’t perform to my standards.” She snapped back and Remmick nearly barked a laugh, his face almost cracking with the huge smile he wore.
“Ó a shoithín ghéar teanga, cuirfidh mé ort críochnú chomh crua agus go n-impeoidh tú orm casadh ort…” Remmick growled and Maeve cursed herself for not learning Gaelic before a sudden wave of pleasure slammed into her when Remmick’s face finally dipped down to where she wanted him the most. She gave a breathless sob and arched her back as his mouth started working wonders, her hands flying to his head and tangling in his short sweaty hair. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and how to do it well, his tongue practically magical as he flicked her clit and sucked it in intervals that drove her up a wall.
“Remmick! Fuck, Remmick, more! Please!” Maeve called out his name and tried to pull him closer with her leg as she began rolling her hips against his face, causing him to laugh and moan into her pussy as he was getting just as desperate as she was. She felt two of his thick fingers suddenly enter her, clearly having been lubricated by his own saliva and her slick as they pushed in with barely any resistance. Maeve’s cries increased in pitch and frequency, her nails digging into Remmick’s scalp as his fingers curled and pushed directly against that spot inside her that only she herself could reach. His growls also picked up in frequency, the vibrations driving Maeve higher and higher.
“Rem-Remmick, m’gonna cum!” She warned and Remmick grabbed her thigh harder while his hand and mouth picked up speed. It was as if he knew exactly what her body wanted and how she wanted it because it didn’t take him too much longer before her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. She arched her back against the couch, her nails almost ripping out chunks of Remmick’s hair as she fucked his face, his nose occasionally bumping her clit as he lapped up her cum like a dehydrated dog, nearly drinking it out of her as she spilled forth onto his hand and into his mouth. Maeve only stopped moving when the aftershocks became too much, finally releasing his hair with shaky hands and struggling to catch her breath as she’d just come harder than she ever had in her entire life. She’d never felt pleasure like that before, not with another man and certainly not by her own hand either. She looked down at him dizzily, only barely noticing how much drool soaked his mouth and not even caring to think about the fact that his teeth seemed sharper than before and his eyes were definitely flashing back in the light of her home.
Whatever he transferred to her during their kiss made her too high and horny to care about any of his monstrous features. All that Maeve wanted was him buried inside her so that she could cry out his name and beg for more.
“You’re so beautiful Maeve…” He whispered, moving his kisses back up her body. A small alarm went off in the back of her hazy head, reminding her that she hadn’t given him her name yet somehow he knew it, but once again that was drowned out by the pleasure she was receiving when he started sucking hickies onto her neck. The pleasure then increased ten fold when she felt him bite into her throat, causing her to arch her back and moan like a whore in response. She’d always been into a little pain with her pleasure, so feeling him bite HARD into the crook of her neck only increased that floaty, lightheaded feeling she’d been experiencing so far.
In fact, she was so delirious with pleasure that she didn’t even notice the blood staining his mouth when he pulled back from her throat to kiss her deeply.
Maeve sensed the mild metallic taste from the kiss but shrugged it off as her having bit his lip earlier from how hard she was kissing him. She whined loudly and pulled him closer, nearly dragging him onto the couch with her as she started pushing her hips up against him as he crawled overtop of her.
And the massive bulge that resided in his pants made her whimper his name even more desperately, desire and lust clogging her veins with every kiss.
“Shhh… relax for me darlin’… I have all night to make you feel good, ain’t no need to rush now.” Remmick’s voice met her ears and made her shiver in his arms as he unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest and undershirt to her. Maeve leaned forward and started kissing as much exposed flesh as she could get her mouth on, wanting to mark Remmick’s cold pale skin with her teeth. Remmick moaned with each nip, pushing his groin even harder into hers as his desperation only grew as well. And when Maeve started sucking a hickey onto his throat under his jawline, that was when Remmick couldn’t take it anymore. He quite literally ripped open her dress, buttons and fabric flying off of her as Maeve only vaguely noticed Remmick’s claws, but once again her hazy mind couldn’t care less. His growls deepened and his eyes reddened as he stared down at her, his large clawed hands dragging over her chest, marking her breasts and making Maeve arch up into him in response.
“Please… Remmick please, I need you…. Need you inside me…” Maeve begged and Remmick gave a massive fanged smile, kissing her once more as he undid his belt and trousers, pulling them off completely along with his boots and tossing them across the room. He cupped her face in his hands, her dark hair tangling in his claws as his reddened gaze flickered over her form.
“Don’t worry babydoll, I’ve got you…” Remmick kissed her again, his cock pressed against her soaking wet cunt and already dripping precum against her. Maeve happily moaned and kissed back, wrapping a leg around his waist as she tried to push him inside her, but he was determined to keep this on his terms. The more she whined and fought him, the more he kissed her stupid and made her wait. It was only once she looked at him with her big shiny puppy dog eyes that he finally gave in, his heart aching as he wanted her to look at him like that for all eternity.
With a hiss through his fanged teeth, Remmick slowly pushed his cock inside Maeve’s tight waiting body, the woman beneath him gasping and clenching her fists into the couch cushions as he did so. His growls got louder and louder as he kept pushing deeper, her cries only making him want her more as he held onto the tiny shred of self control he had so he didn’t slam into her without letting her adjust.
“Yes… yes!” Maeve sobbed breathlessly and rolled her hips, trying to get Remmick to move, “Remmick…” The SECOND the said his name, that thread of self control snapped and he went FERAL. He grabbed her hips tight, his claws digging into her skin as he started pounding into her relentlessly, his thick cock driving Maeve even further into her high. She could feel his drool dripping onto her chest and belly, his hand moving occasionally to massage it into her skin.
“Mine…. MINE….” He snarled viciously, more and more drool staining Maeve’s skin the harder he fucked her. Her couch began to slam against the wall from the force of his thrusts but Maeve didn’t care as she was overwhelmed by his dick and the pleasure he was bringing her, “Cmon babydoll, I can feel you clenchin ‘round me already… your pussy was made for me, it fuckin owns me, wanna feel you cum around me so fuckin badly, darlin… Fucking hell I NEED it…” Remmick’s voice did that odd doubling thing as it had done earlier, his words tinged with so much desire it almost bled into rage as his hand moved to start tweaking her clit. The moment he started rubbing her clit in circles, just the way she liked it, Maeve exploded around his cock, her body milking him for everything he was worth.
“FUCK REMMICK!! REMMICK REMMICK REMMICK!” Maeve screamed his name, continuing to fuck her hips up to meet his as he worked her through her orgasm, staying deep inside her as she let it wash over her. Only once she had calmed down a bit did he continue with his movements, his thrusts now slower but just as deep as he reveled in the warmth and beauty of her body
“C-cum… cum inside me…” She begged, looking up at at him as she grabbed at his arms, “Want you to cum inside me…” Maeve’s words were shaky and full of need and Remmick gave her a warm loving smile in response.
“You sure darlin?” He asked with a purr, his thumb stroking her cheek as she nodded.
“Y-yeah… wanna… wanna leak you…” She replied. Even in her delirious state, Maeve knew him cumming inside her wasn’t too dangerous. She’d had some medical problems as a teenager that led doctors to tell her she was infertile, so even if Remmick came inside her, Maeve wasn’t worried. Remmick just smirked darkly in response, increasing the power behind his thrusts as his claws dug into her hips again. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth as he surrendered himself to the pleasure, all while making certain she was enjoying it just as much.
“You wanna be leaking me huh? You want me to cum so deep inside you that you can’t forget me for DAYS cuz of how much you’re leaking me?” He muttered, his pace picking up as he leaned over and pressed his forehead to Maeve’s, his fingers on her clit picking up in speed as well, determined to make her cum around him as many times as possible, “Your pretty little cunt belongs to me… ima ruin you for any other man, ya hear me?” His words made Maeve sob, her hips rolling up hard and fast to meet his movements. Her second orgasm ended up hitting her suddenly, her moans so loud that she even surprised herself. Remmick only laughed and snarled in response, feeling her body massaging his cock as his own end began to creep up on him.
“Mine…. Mine… MINE!” Remmick leaned down and started nuzzling into her neck once more and once again, that delicious pain bloomed in her throat. Maeve was on cloud nine, floating above everything as the high of her orgasms and whatever was in her system made her wrap her arms around Remmick possessively.
“Need it, need it, need you, give it to me Remmick, please please please PLEASE!” Maeve begged and threw her head back as she felt him slam full force into her once, twice, and on the third thrust, his growl was so loud she felt the vibrations in her chest. She gasped with a smile as she felt him cum deep inside her, his cock twitching and pulsing as he exploded against the entrance of her womb. Her nails dug into his back, clawing at his skin as she let him ride out his pleasure inside her, his cum stuffing her so full that she felt even dizzier now that it was over. Remmick licked and kissed at the spot he’d left on her neck, his body nearly collapsing on top of her as Maeve panted underneath him. For a fleeting moment, she thought she couldn’t feel him breathing, but that thought vanished as soon as he kissed her again. That same metallic taste from earlier was back and it only made everything better.
“Y-you…. Wow…. Where have you been all my life?” Maeve whispered playfully, lovingly petting his arms as she stared up at him with hazy eyes.
“Here and there and everywhere darlin.” Remmick chuckled in reply, hissing softly as he pushed back into her and made her whine, “And if you think this is all over for the night, you are sorely mistaken babydoll.”
For the rest of the night, Maeve was completely blissed out on Remmick. Something in his eyes, in his scent, in his blood, in his spit, something she couldn’t even place drew her to him and she didn’t want to let go. She let him claim her over and over, marking her with his mouth, his teeth, his cum. She was his and his alone for that night, for hours on end they brought each other to the peak of ecstasy until Maeve’s body couldn’t take it and passed out. The last thing she remembered before she fell unconscious was the sky beginning to lighten outside Remmick’s delicious voice purring in her ear.
“Thank you for the evening, babydoll. I can promise, I’ll never forget your kindness. And don’t worry, no one will ever bother you or your family on this land ever again.” He had whispered to her before he fled her home, rushing back into the darkness from whence he came.