Dagda's Cauldron

“Ssshhh.”

Aengus pushed me down onto the ground, covering my mouth to stop any noise from escaping my mouth.

“Don’t move.”

Gently turning my head in the direction that he wanted me to look at, obviously I was too busy planning the plan in my head that I did not pay attention, Unlike Aengus. Three figures were gathered around a large bronze cauldron, eating what seemed to be stew, though I could be wrong, I was still somewhat of a fair distance away from these figures. I licked Aengus’s hand to make him remove his hand away from my mouth. He cocked his head to the side, looking at me as if he could not believe that I had done that to him. As I was hoping, he dropped his hand from my mouth. He just stared at his hand for what felt like forever, with this goofy grin on his face. He did not wipe his hand on his pants, he just left my saliva there as if it was a possession.

“Is that your father’s cauldron?”

Even though I was whispering the words, it felt as if I was yelling them. These men were going to know that I was spying on them, then they will grab me and take me back to the unknown.

“Yes, that is the cauldron that we have been searching for. I was right, it was the Fomorians that have taken the treasure.”

“Do you have a plan as to how you will take it back from them?”

The grass was soft underneath my body, picking out a few blades here and there. Inhaling the smell of the blades, bringing me back to my childhood where I would run around with my pa in the fields making grass angels, just the two of us, gazing up at the sky watching the cloud formations.

“You are a very beautiful woman, Dana; I was hoping that you could lure them away with your sexuality.”

I had never slapped anyone before but there is always a first for everything. The moment that it happened, that I heard skin on skin, I instantly regretted it. All I was feeling was shame. That however did not stop me from voicing my thoughts.

“I am not a whore!”

His body was over me; my arms were pinned up over my head. It was like I had just woken a sleeping bear. He was grunting, practically foaming at the mouth. He was a glorious specimen of a man. If you ever had to be punished by someone, you would want it to be him.

“Do not ever hit me again! I tend not to strike the fairer sex but if you do hit me again, I will have no choice but to put you over my knee and smack your ass until it is black and blue.”

He was panting, his sweat dripping off him onto my face. The salt touching my tongue, making me want more of his bodily fluids. I nodded my head, agreeing to whatever he wanted from me.

“I am sorry Aengus, that was disrespectful of me, I should not have touched you out of anger.”

Kissing me with force, there was no softness or passion involved, just brute force and hunger. I tried to pull away, give myself a bit of breathing space, but he had me locked down tight. I was bound with his body. He nipped my bottom lip, drawing blood, drinking in my essence. His lips fluttered over my neck, sucking and biting one spot and then moving on to another spot next to it. His free hand that was not binding my arms to the ground was covering my mouth so that those men that was eating their meal from a stolen pot would not hear me. Which in turn would deviate our plans, ruining our rescue. Before he let me go, he kissed me again. I could taste metallic coppery taste on him. Helping me up he brushed the grass and dirt that clung to my clothing.