She Who Tasted Like Ambrosia

*Mature content up ahead.*

Julie was running away from him.

Duncan grinned and gave chase. He knew these woods like the back of his hand so he was able to catch up with her.

He caught her right on time too, she must have tripped on one of the uproots of the trees. Duncan grabbed her arms and wrapped his other around her waist, preventing her from pitching forward.

Her glasses fell on the leafed-covered soil. Both were breathing heavily. Julie looked small against his tall frame. She barely reached his shoulders. He could feel the muscles on her stomach tighten and shiver at the same time.

"Lass, are you okay?" he asked.

She gave a swift nod unable to utter a sound. Concerned that something must have happened to her, Duncan turned her face so he could look into her eyes.

He let out a loud groan of need and slammed his lips against her, making her gasp and grab onto him.

Desire. Her whiskey-colored eyes were swimming with so much need that it triggered his own.

He pushed his tongue inside her mouth seeking hers. they moaned at the same times as their tongues rubbed and explored each other's mouths.

Without breaking the kiss, he turned her body around and walked her backward until she was against a tree.

She was his new addiction. Her taste was one of a kind. It was like the ambrosia he had back home. Sweet, tangy, and flavorful. With every swipe of his tongue in her mouth, the flavor changed.

Their height difference was making him impatient, so he hoisted her up, her legs automatically wrapped hips anchoring their lower body together. He let out a growl when he felt how wet she had become.

Duncan was thanking fate that she decided to wear those short dresses that she enjoyed. The empress cut off emphasizes those beautiful breasts that he could not get out of his head the first night he spent with her.

He let go of her lips and looked deep into her eyes. Without the glasses, Duncan could see how her pupils reacted to his touch. Experimenting, his right hand kept her in place while the other slowly skimmed up her legs.

Julie's skin was so soft and smooth, and the way her body was responding to his touch was addicting. She ground her core on him. Making his pants absorb the excess fluid she was producing.

He licked her neck when his finger reached its target. She was not just wet, she was dripping that her panties were soaked with her natural juices.

"Ah, Julie, are you wet for me?" he had to ask. Thinking that another man had made her like this made him bite her.

The moan and soft yes she gave, pacified the anger that Duncan felt was raising. This woman was his. He would kill anyone who dared make her feel and react the way she was at this very moment.

He let her finger caress her behind the protection of her underwear. A mewl of need escaped her swollen lips. The sound she was making fueled something inside him.

Duncan pulled aside the gusset of her underwear so he could feel her womanly folds. The heat of her core was driving him mad, to the point he wanted to slam his dick inside her in one go.

He covered her mouth as he inserted a finger inside. [Damn,] he thought. She was wet, hot, and so tight that he had to rub her parted nether lips apart to him good lubrication.

She stopped kissing him only to say his name in a purr of need, while she gyrated her lower body to his hand. A silent movement asking for more.

Who was he to deny her?

Duncan slowly withdrew and gently plunged his finger inside her wet heat. He cannot help but lick and scrape his teeth against her neck as the woman in his arms withered and shivered with need.

Somehow, he was so consumed with her, that she managed to sneak a hand between their bodies. The moment he felt her small hand touch his bare cock inside his pants, he snapped.

He lifted her a little higher and tore her underwear. He then freed his hard shaft from his pants and nestled it directly in the valley of her pussy.

"DUNCAN!"

"Julie!"

They said each other's names at the same time as he glided his cock on her. No, she was not ready to take him. Not yet. No matter what her body was telling her now, Duncan cannot follow his baser instinct.

Instead, he moved his hips so that with each upward movement, his opening would hit her swollen clit, coating it with his pre cum. He paced and changed moving faster, it caused her breast to bounce and her juices to gush.

Duncan looked at Julie with satisfaction. She looked like a pagan princess in throes of passion. The way her cries echoed, and her body moved undid him.

He climaxed, taking Julie with him. His cock sent ropes of potent cum against her dewy folds, while her body released a copious amount of liquid some of it dripping on the ground.

"Julie, lass," Duncan whispered. Sweat made her hair stick on her face. Unwilling to let go of any part of her body, he nuzzled her neck, giving her soft gentle kisses to calm both of their thundering heartbeats.

"What is happening to me?" she asked.

"Ah, my lass, you don' have to question something that is 'tis good," he replied.

He could hear the confusion in them. A part of him wanted to tell her she was his. That they were meant to be, but he held back.

This was not the right time, nor the place. They were too open. He could not risk her, most especially her kids. Fall might be with them but he cannot be over too confident and arrogant.

He gave a one last kiss before looking into her eyes

.

She looked so vulnerable with those lips that were swollen from his kisses. Her neck was filled with small marks that he had left there.

An immense sense of masculine gratification flowed through him. He just marked her. No man or god would dare take this woman away from him.

He was Duncan "Lugh" McLaren, one of the most powerful gods of Tuatha Dé Danann. He had changed his looks so many times that no one knew his original form.

Which was something he was thankful for.

Making sure that Julie had stopped shivering, he gently slid her body down his. Marking him with her scent.

Call him anarchic but it was one of those old customs that he never questioned. He had just came on her. Her scent mixing with his would warn every supernatural creature that this woman was taken.

He made sure that his dick was safely tucked inside his pants before he picked up the underwear that he tore, only to put them in his pocket. Next, Duncan looked for her glasses, taking good care not to break them.

When Duncan faced him again, her barrier was back on. How did he know? The way she tilted her head sideways. There was this arrogance about that simple action that made Julie look sexy.

Unperturbed by her change of demeanor, Duncan did not give her the glasses as he had intended, he was the one to put them on her.

It was not hard to guess that his proximity had caused her body to flush.

"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen," he whispered, "I can see you, Julie." Duncan, brushed his lips on hers before he continues. "It is your inner radiance that attracted me to you. No' your' body, nor your looks. It is you."

"Duncan," Julie said.

"No'. You don' have to say anything, No' yet. For now, I want you to know I will be here. And if I cannot, somebody I trust will."

"Damn, Duncan, I can take care of myself."

"I have no' doubt that you can." He sighed. "Fall will be coming home with the kids."

"WHAT?"

"Do' no' fret, lass. that damned dog mopes around the castle after meeting your kids. He even howls the whole darn night," Duncan said.

"He is the best guard your kids have, at least have him outside."

Julie nodded. "Come on, Nicole is the most mischievous child that I have encountered. I am afraid something will happen to her."

He heard her murmur an expletive. He can't help but agree. The number of times he had looked after Claude and Nicole made him realize how fragile humans were. Most especially Nicole, who liked to greet everything head-on.

Duncan took her hand and they walked back to where the children and Fall were.

He could not help but smile as he spied Nicole's peaceful sleeping against Fall. Leaving him with the children was the right decision.

If he couldn't sleep with her, then at least, he knew they were protected.

He glanced at the twilight sky. Something was about to happen. As to what he doesn't know. All he could do is wait.

And prepare.