“You wanted to stay at court. You wanted rooms in Caer Sidi for a reason! Did my father put you up to it?” The ranting ekimmuess demanded.

“No! Arawn would never allow those of us who serve him faithfully, to prostitute ourselves. Your father is as a father to me in many ways. He finished raising me Lady Macha after my own parents died. I realize it was at first because of my element but he has grown fond of me truly!” He actually admitted.

“Is that why you cannot see yourself touching me? Because my father is Arawn; do you?” Macha demanded as she stood nose to nose to him.

Efnisien could not breathe and he had allowed Gwydion to use him so that Arianrhod would give him rooms in Caer Sidi. He wanted to be near her as often as possible. His love was consuming him but he had promised himself to devote himself fully to his master.

“Please step away my lady.” He gasped out.

Macha took all of him in and he wore a fine spun onyx colored tunic that came mid-thigh and looser leggings in coal black wool. He also wore a coat of heavy wool in the same color as his bottoms. His dark brunette hair was loose and flowed past his shoulders and she knew he wore a thick leather belt around his waist. Efnisien also wore hardened leather boots that cost a fortune; but one could afford such things being the adopted child of the Master of Annwyn. Macha’s body hugging ebony silk dress clung to every curve she had and she was not in her battle mode. She had jewel encrusted slippers made of silk on her feet and she reached up behind her neck and undid the clasp that held her halter style dress in place.
The silk slid down her tattooed body and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of her slippers and she had started a roaring fire in the fire place in her sleeping chambers. Efnisien found he had a cold chill and he gulped.

Macha’s figure was in the shape of an hour glass. She had full breasts that more than filled hands and her waist was tiny. Her hips were wide enough to balance her body to perfection. She had tattoos in Celt, Gaelic, and Welsh all over her back, down her arms, and on her neck. Efnisien too had tattoos but his were not as many and only in Welsh.

“Macha, I beg you. Do not tempt me beyond endure.” He said in a harsh whisper.

“Some days I hate you! I hate the man I know who loves me and I love him! Tell me that is not insanity?” She swore at him.

“I have explained my reasons and they are mine…” Efnisien began but Macha silenced him.

Her mouth was open and Efnisien responded why he did not know. The intense, gut wrenching kiss was getting out of control. Blood spilled from the corner and he was groaning in such a way as to make her lose her mind. Macha guided him to her lavish bed made of iron and laid him back as she climbed onto his waist. She broke the kiss and stared down at him with silver eyes.

“Why would you choose Chaos over Tranquility?” the man under her asked in a stupefied voice.

“Because Chaos has been my life! I am going to lie down next to you. I beg of you to remove your fine things and hold me.” Macha asked in a breathless way.

Efnisien’s dumbed down brain figured he could hold her. That was no issue. She did as she said she would and he stood up. He removed his outer coat, his tunic, belt, boots, and then leggings. Macha held in her gasps as she stared at his perfect body and the symbols inked on his back and upper arms. He moved slowly and he climbed into the iron bed with a soft mattress and he intended to hold her. She rolled to her side to face him and her silver orbs met his darkened teal color.

“Macha. Why can I not love you in my way?” He asked in a wounded tone.

“Efnisien, why can I not love you in MY way?” She turned his question on him.

“Evil temptress. You are evil!” He tried to tease but her lips met his again.

Chaos would not stop her this time and her lips found a spot below his ear that made him moan out of his skull. She shut her eyes as the urge to take him in totally hit her and she reached back to gently and reverently brush his maleness. The intake of air made her tremble and she stared with her silver eyes at his and he looked terrified.

“I need you. I do not just want you Efnisien. This is love for me. I need you.” She bore her heart.

“Gods in heaven Macha.” He whined and he sat up.

He held the back of her neck and the lips met as did their tongues so they could taste. Efnisien was gone in need. Her clawed hands were moving up and down his muscled back and running through his dark hair. The ekimmu of chaos called out in the eagles’ cry as her fangs buried in his shoulder but she sheathed him at the same time. The turbulent shaking that ensued was felt from both male and female ekimmu.

Macha laid him back and slowly ground her pelvis into his and Chaos was in chaos. She was moaning words in their native Welsh and he heard her heart. His mind could not comprehend that such a high born woman was spilling words such as love, need, desire, you are my passion, and you have become my heart. He sat up and rolled them and he slowly pulled back and snapped his hips hard. Macha screamed in blissful agony and Efnisien did it again and again.

“I love you. Efnisien, I love you. Taranis in heaven! Yes! I love you.” She actually wept.

“Macha. Fuck Macha, I cannot stop. Macha release me.” Efnisien panicked.

Macha was too into the precious act and she felt his hot essence as his body shook from a splendid release of joy after her own spasms had triggered his. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deep and Efnisien was panicked.

“Macha, you did not allow me to pull back.” He said in a shaky voice.

“Why would I want you to?” She asked in a dreamy voice.

“Not worthy of this. Macha, if I get you pregnant…it would be a stain upon your family.” He said in a low voice.

Her eyes flashed demonic red then silver as she stared at him. She was angry too much too fast and she willed a dagger into her hand. She sliced open his chest and he cried out in pain; it was a blade of Annwyn and she sliced her own arm. Macha pressed their wounds together and spoke the ancient words.

“Waed fy ngwaed . Soul at fy enaid. Rhwymwch ni yn awr , ein rhwymo ni i gyd!” Macha snarled out each word.

She spoke it over and over and Efnisien realized a half bind would be no good. He began the chant with her and the searing, burning pain finally stopped. On his chest was a Celtic knot burned into his skin by blood magic. She had the same mark on her right forearm and she stared at him defiantly.

“I only pray to Taranis harder now that I bear you a child!” Macha spat out.

Efnisien was shaking and he stared at his now technically wife. He looked away and blood tears fell down his face.

“Loving me gives you such sorrow?” She asked in terrible hurt.

“Macha no, I have so much in my past. You do not know me like you think.” Efnisien raged suddenly.

“Get out Efnisien. I will not have you shed tears for having made me the happiest woman of all the ekimmu.” She screamed.

He was hurt and he quickly dressed himself and he phased out in a hurry. She lay there and shut her eyes and wept. Why being the daughter of Arawn had to take away happiness; she had no idea but she felt her heart was ripping.
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