Brigid’s Days (and Nights)

10:00 PM

Dinner eventually came to a close. Fiona’s thoughts were obviously on some form of other amusement tonight, as there were no further public “diversions” announced for the evening. Perhaps her thoughts had something to with Uncle Brand, which would explain him looking more morose than usual during dinner. Since the rest of the Family were dismissed, Brigid was able to put her own designs into action.

Brigid had been not-quite-covertly eying Quince across the table occasionally throughout the evening. He infrequently attended dinner, as his bestial nature sometimes interfered with his table manners, but this evening he appeared much more civilized than usual, which is one of the reasons why Brigid arranged to be passing by him in the hallway leading to their rooms after dinner.

Over a head taller than her own tall frame, and over twice as wide as her slender shape, Quince is an imposing figure to anyone who does not know how to deal with him. To Brigid, his size is merely a reflection upon his mental abilities: what he gained from his physical size and presence he lost in subtlety. Still, he could be a raging force when angered or frustrated, but anger was not on his mind at this time, nor was Brigid interested in frustrating his intentions, so long as she could guide them and control them.

She eyed him provocatively, and he returned her gaze with a confident leer. “Its been weeks since you’ve been in the Castle,” she said, pouting, “I thought you had forgotten about me.” Her wounded tone confidently maintained that she considered her self quite unforgettable, and Quince’s low rumbling growl of laughter in response indicated that he had not forgotten at all. Brigid smiled in reply.

She playfully ran her fingers down his broad, naked chest. “You want me, tonight, don’t you?” she purred, looking coyishly away from him. He only growled low in his throat in reply. “I thought you did,” she continued. “Like I want you …

“I can see your desire in your eyes,” she said, looking up, directly into his eyes; “can’t you see my desire in my eyes? Look closely … ”

He leaned down, looking closer into her emerald, entrancing eyes.

“That’s right, closer, look deeper, deeper,” she thought; “deeper into my eyes.” At that silent mental command to the diadem she wore, the special spell she created for Quince alone was set in motion. A series of faint green witchlights began to glow within her eyes, swirling and spiraling and pulsing in a hypnotic pattern.

She could feel his mind immediately began to flow with patterns of the lights. His mind bespelled with thoughts of desire and domination, Quince was easily led to Brigid’s chambers, where, earlier, Sofia had lit the scented candles and turned down the bed for her.

His desire for her was physically obvious, even through his trousers. Quince watched her open the folds of her robes as he removed his trousers and boots, then swept Brigid’s naked form in his arms and laid her on the bed.

The bed creaked as he climbed on to straddle her, and he wasted no time taking his pleasure from her, and with her. Despite his great size, he was uncommonly gentle with her with his lovemaking, something that Brigid had taught him early on in their relationship. When he was momentarily satisfied, Brigid helped him roll over onto his back and then she mounted over him.

She used all of her skills and disciplines to pleasure Quince, binding his desire for her with ecstasy, binding his obedience to her with desire. It was a slow process, one that had involved many such pleasurable sessions like this in the past, and would involve many more, similar sessions in the future, but the results would be worth the effort. Not just the pleasure born of physical sensations, but the pleasure born of the feel of Quince’s fiery mind will slowly succumb to her will.

Her marital arts were far more pleasurable than her martial arts, yet her martial arts discipline served her well her, too. Water was patient; it will overcome in time all things.

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