David ap Gillen The Welsh Bard

Be still my dear relax and enjoy as I give you the gift you have been forced to give others.

He soothes me with his voice and there is a gentle understanding look in his eyes when he speaks of this gift he wishes to give me. I lay back and exhale deeply. My eyes close and I relax wanting to enjoy this wonderful gift. His tongue stirs a fire inside me, licking at my folds. Small gasps escape me the way he suckles my hardened bud making my body quiver from such pleasure.

As much as I try to be still, my legs part more and my hips gently rock against his mouth. I can feel a heat and trembling beginning within in me so intense causing my fingers and toes to curl. A growing tightening in my belly rises as his tongue darts in and laps at the moisture flowing from the inner warmth of my essence.

I moan, crying out his name suddenly when my body spasms against his mouth. Waves of pleasure ripple through my body like nothing I have ever felt before. There is a pounding in my head and heart as the blood rushes to the center of my passion. I can’t hear or think with the feelings he elicits from deep within me.
 
Softly lovingly my mouth brings Sara a joy she has never known. Her body arches and quivers as her orgasm builds then burst upon her.

My mouth holds Sara just at the edge of that sensual abyss, as she moans and gasps her delight. Then slowly my mouth and tongue again ease this sweet child to the edge, holding her there a moment before pushing her again into that euphoric state of pure pleasure.

As Sara’s second orgasm peeks I slowly bring her back to a more normal state, She is in my arms I bathe Sara’s throat, neck and face with gentle butterfly kisses as I hold her close to me in a secure and comforting embrace as my lips claim hers in a deep passionate kiss that lingers.
 
I moan and gasp, his mouth staying to delight me even further. Slowly, this wonderful kind man takes me again to what I can only describe as heaven. His mouth, the velvety touch of tongue continues to raise this new passion burning within me. Higher and higher it climbs until finally I cry out again, pushed into that pure blissful state.

My fingers caress gently over his strong arms and chest, his kisses delighting me. There is such a feeling of happiness and love at this moment for him, being in his arms. No one had ever given me such a gift nor made me feel so warm, safe and comforted as he had showered me with. As his lips claim mine, his kiss filled with the same passion I feel, I wrap my arms around him pulling him tighter to me. My body presses against his and I return his kiss, our tongues entwined together, dancing.

“Oh David…”

I all but whisper as I look up at him, my eyes warm and sparkling. My face is flushed and my heart feels as if it is singing. My fingers gently stroke across his face and I softly plant light kisses on his lips, still overwhelmed from what I have experienced.

“No one has ever given me such a gift of pleasure. I never knew I could feel such things before. But why did you not let me give you such pleasure? You were not forcing me, it was something I wanted to do.”
 
“Oh David…”

Sara’ voice a breathless whisper.

“No one has ever given me such a gift of pleasure. I never knew I could feel such things before. But why did you not let me give you such pleasure? You were not forcing me, it was something I wanted to do.”

My eyes softly hold Sara’s, How do I answer her question when I myself am not sure why I have done what I have done. The moments pass as we lie there in silence locked in each others arms, our bodies pressed close to each other’s, our hearts beating as one..

“ Sara you have always given so much, so much has been demanded of you, I just wanted you to have joy, a joy all your own.”


I lightly kiss Sara’s Lips

“Now rest dear for it has been a long day and I feel our stay here may be shortened.”
 
Sara you have always given so much, so much has been demanded of you, I just wanted you to have joy, a joy all your own.

His words are soft and I am so touched by what he says. A single tear forms in my eye as I look at him and he gives me a tender kiss.

Now rest dear for it has been a long day and I feel our stay here may be shortened.

Laying my head against his chest, my eyes close to rest.

“Thank you so much, David.”

My voice is but a whisper as I drift off to sleep. Sleeping soundly at first, I later toss and turn, dreams fill my head, haunting me of the past, some good some bad. I soon feel the strength and comfort of David’s arm holding me and I relax, sleeping peacefully once again.
 
Sara rested in my arms and drifted off to sleep some where in the dark of the morning, the demons of her past troubled Sara, my arms hold her securely, I whisper to her to be at peace and soon her breathing steadies and peaceful rest comes to her again.


Morning and a summons form Lord Fitzhues brings me to audience with him, and I am dismissed from his household. Nay can I blame his Lordship for sense my arrival his household has been turned upside down. I thank him for his hospitality and take my leave.


“Sara it is time to pack”

My voice soft and gentle as I kiss Sara awake.
 
Sara it is time to pack

A light kiss and his soft voice stir me from slumber. I leisurely stretch, my arms reaching above the warmth of the covers and wipe the sleep from my eyes.

I sit up and with a soft smile look at him, my eyes filled with questions I do not ask. He can see that I am happy to be leaving this place and trust to go with him wherever that may be. Wrapping my arms gently around his neck, I kiss him softly.

“I’ll get dressed and pack so we can leave.”

I anxiously rise from the bed and gather my new clothing. As I dress, I blush deeply, the memory of the previous night and the feelings it stirred play on my mind. I quickly gather my old garments wrapping them up neatly around my brush and poetry. Then setting it next to his bag, I sit on the bed and raise my skirt up as I begin to put on the beautiful soft boots he has given me.
 
A soft kiss, a smile and a twinkle in Sara’s eyes says she is more than ready to leave this keep and the life of sorrow she has know hear.

“I’ll get dressed and pack so we can leave.”

Sara quickly gathered her few possessions wrapped them in her old tatter close to protect them and laid them by my traveling bag. Slowly she raised the helm of her skirt revealing the smooth curve of her calve. As she slid on her new boots.

Smiling at Sara.

“So you tempt me with the turn of your ankle Mistress Sara”

A teasing smile on my face, I draw out of my traveling bag a fine burgundy cloak for Sara and a hunter’s green one for myself.

“Sara it is time to leave now.”


I can only guess what her feelings my be though a place of sorrow it is also the only real life Sara has known now that would be all behind her and an uncertain future lay ahead with a man she barely knows.
 
So you tempt me with the turn of your ankle Mistress Sara.

I smile at his teasing words, yet suddenly I feel nervous and anxious. Tempting him, like so many times I had done things I thought just simple, yet had been told by the men in the keep how I had tempted them and the look on their faces gave away their thoughts.

Sara it is time to leave now.

I quietly took the beautiful cloak he handed me and draped it around my shoulders. My mind was filling with questions, fears, and anxieties as we made our way towards the gates of the Keep.

I looked around, noticing the stares we received as we left, remembering the pain this place held for me, but also the food and shelter it had provided. I glanced at David, on and off, and I was reminded of the day I left with Logan to come to this place. In my worse nightmares, I had never imagined what this place would hold. Now here I was leaving with this man, although he had been so kind and gentle, was Logan not that same until I was out of reach of my home. The more I thought of these things, the stronger the fear built up inside of me.

“David, I know of nothing else but this place. I want to leave, but I’m frightened.”

My hand rests on his shoulder and my voice whispers, my lips quivering as I look up at him.
 
“David, I know of nothing else but this place. I want to leave, but I’m frightened.”

“Ah now Sara fear not for the road is open and free only the sorrows of the past lay behind now.”

A soft kiss then the back of my hand caresses Sara’s cheek. I care not for the whisper remarks as we pass from Lord Fitzhues’s keep. West ward we travel along the old Roman road west deeper into the Berwyn Mts. Slowly we leave the Marcher Lands where the Norman invaders place there stone keeps claim each year a little more of my Welch homeland. Night draws near the pace slow, Sara is not use to life on the road. I lead her to a small cave that will shelter us for the night. A fire to keep us warm, and stave off the chill of night, a small meal and a cup of mead a simple meal Sara looks tiered and I hold her close to me letting her head rest on my shoulder.
 
His soft kiss and caress, help to soothe my fears and I do not look back, only to the road ahead, although unsure of the future it holds. I follow him, anxious to leave this place of sorrow behind. There is a warmth growing in my heart for this man that treats me with such kindness. Why he has helped a mere serving girl as myself, I do not understand, other than he must truly be a kind and gentle soul.

As we travel, I grow weary, although not wanting to disappoint him I say nothing. I am relieved when we stop and rest in a small cave. I watch as he starts the fire and prepares a simple meal. The fire begins to warm the chill from my body and the food silences the rumbling noises that have been coming from my belly.

I can hear noises of the night I am unfamiliar with and glance around, but the fire is not bright enough for me to see where they come from. I am thankful, feeling safe and comforted to be in his arms once again. I realize I am beginning to look forward to the closeness and warmth of his body against mine, the way I feel when he holds me.

As morning draws near and the music of mother nature starts to awaken, I feel a gentle movement as he begins to stir. Stretching in my slumber, my chest presses against his, with a leg resting over his, the hem of my skirt and chemise raised slightly from sleeping. My arms go about his neck as I nuzzle my face closer in his shoulder. My hands caress idly at the back of his neck as I am not anxious to leave the warmth of his arms.
 
The night was passed huddled in each other’s arms foe warmth. The sun slowly peeks over the horizon Sara supple body is pressed close to mine her ridged ripples biting into my chest her skirt and chemise have ridden high up her shapely leg. Though we have slept in innocence as brother and sister it ids not brotherly feelings that stir with in me as I softly Kiss Sara’s full moist lips and hug her close, enjoining the feel of her body upon mine.

“Sara …I…….need …you”
 
His kiss is gentle on my lips, warming and exciting me as he had before. When I lean into him more, moving against him, I feel his desire even through the clothes we are wearing.

Sara …I…….need …you

His voice is deep with an urgency and want that tugs at my heart. The look in his eyes I have seen before, understanding what he wishes. There is a part of me that cries out, with a similar need, a desire I have never felt before. But I am anxious and fearful of what I know nothing of, having only in the last years witnessed the brutality other women have gone through within the Keep from men with lustful looks.

“David…I…I…”

My voice quivers, afraid to speak my fears and I am torn between my feelings for him and my fears.

“Let me give you the gift of pleasure as you gave me, David. I know only that, and I can’t……..It is what I want to give you.”

My voice is warm and loving, my eyes are filled with desire as my hand reaches down under his kilt to stroke softly over his manhood.
 
“David…I…I…”

Sara’s voice quivers there is a deep fear in her eyes.

“Let me give you the gift of pleasure as you gave me, David. I know only that, and I can’t……..It is what I want to give you.”

My hand stays Sara’s my lips brush her lips in a soft kiss.

“Nay girl that is the past, a way that you where forced to follow. To know.”

Reluctantly I stand and extend my hand to Sara there is only kindness in my eyes for this gentle child.

"Come it is time we be on the road sweet Sara."

My heart is heavy for I know my refusal has hurt her yet she must leave all that behind less she be trapped forever in her past yet I can not find the words to tell her so to tell Sara of my deep feelings for her.
 
I hold back the tears that want to erupt when he refuses my gift and stands up to take my hand. There is a kindness in his eyes but I sense something even deeper, but am unsure of what it is.

As we continue our journey, my heart cries, wanting so much to be close to him, yet the past haunts me, keeping me from reaching out to him. I pray for the strength to put those fears behind me and tell him, no show him how I feel. How I already miss the warmth of his arms around me, his nearness, the soft touch of his hands, his lips.

It is mid morning and soon we pass by a small field with bushes covered in berries. The pangs in my belly urge me to pick several as we walk past. Slipping one into my mouth, I am delighted by how sweet it tastes and slip several more into my mouth. My spirits lift, forgetting for a moment what has passed between us and I begin gathering more berries, using part of my cloak as a basket to hold them. Giggling and happy that I have something for us to eat, I rush up to him almost knocking him down to show him what my I have found.

“David look what I have! They are so delicious, so sweet and juicy. Here try one and see.”

My eyes are bright as I press a berry to his lips.
 
The sun warms us as we start out again, I had seen the deep sorrow in Sara’s eyes yet I had done what I had done out of love for her. We walked in silence till mid morning when Sara found some wild blackberries growing by the side of the path.

“David look what I have! They are so delicious, so sweet and juicy. Here try one and see.”

Sara’s voice was light happy and full of wonder at the simple little gift from nature, as she presses a berry to my lips. a smile cresses my face the sweet juice running over my lips.

“Aye Lass but nay sweet as you”

Slowly I bend to kiss Sara lips which are bowed in a smile.
 
My face is beaming when I see the smile on his face and hear his words. His lips are sweet with the juice of the berry as he kisses me. My hand gently brushes his cheek and I am filled with joy that he is happy with what I have found, but more from the warmth his kiss fills me with.

I slip my hand in his, sharing the berries with him while we continue on our journey. The sun is shining brightly and I am happy and content to be close to him once again. Later that afternoon we stumble across a gushing stream. The water is so clear, that every rock, plant and even small fish can be seen it.

“David, come let’s drink. The water looks so refreshing.”

Thirsty and excited at coming upon the stream, I pull him along as I make my way to the stream. I stoop down, cupping my hands and fill them with the cool water to take a drink. I look up at him and see the gentle smile in his eyes as he stoops down beside me to drink.

The water is so cool and refreshing and with all the walking, the warmth of the sun I smile up at David and sense he already knows my question before I ask it.

“Would it be too much trouble if we rest a bit here? It would feel so nice to take these boots off and wade in the stream.”
 
Sara was absolutely enchanted by the mountain stream we came across in the early afternoon..

“Would it be too much trouble if we rest a bit here? It would feel so nice to take these boots off and wade in the stream.”

“Aye Sara we can rest for a bit lass , go ahead and enjoy your self”

I drew froth my harp from its traveling bag as Sara slipped off her boots and waded into the stream carefully lifting her skirt to keep t dry.

I sang softly in the Gallic of the mountains, fields and woods of our wild homeland and of loves lost and found.
 
Raising my skirt above my ankles, I waded in the water, laughing and giggling while I listened to him play. I could visualize the beauty and feel the love he sang of and I saw in his eyes the depth of his emotions with each song.

Stepping out of the water, I went and laid down in the grass next him watching him while he continued to play. I was mesmerized by him, caught up in the beauty he sang of, my heart bursting with joy and love. Here, there was beauty, peace and freedom. And David, kind, gentle, a man who’s mere presence in such a short time made me yearn for his kisses, to be in his arms. A man who had given me such pleasure, even when I had feared at first his touch.

I continued staring deep into his eyes when he put his harp down. I reached up and my hand went to the back his neck. My eyes held his and I gently pulled him to me, my lips moist on his and I kissed him passionately.
 
Sara passed the time wading in the crystal clear mountain stream as I played the harp her giggles and laughter dancing on the afternoon air. Like Venus rising Sara steps from the stream and comes to lay by my side .on the coarse grass of the mountain side. Her eyes soft and gentle gazing upon me as I play. The sun start it’s slow decent in the afternoon sky and I know it is time we where on our way to find lodging for the night.

Her hand on the back of my neck, slowly she draws my lips to hers, her eyes holding me captive beckoning me to come, our lips meet and I surrender to Sara’s passionate kiss.
My fingers are entwined in her silken hair as I savor that kiss, as it deepens, our bodies pressed close. He supple body warming mine. Then slowly I break that kiss breathless.

“Sara we must go now to seek shelter for the night, these wild hill nay be safe after dark luv.”

Again we set off as the sun dips lower in the afternoon sky about and hour after sunset we came to a small wayside inn where for the price of an evenings entertainment we received a room supper and a promise of breakfast.

No courtly ballads or romantic sonnets for this crowd no for them the rousing songs of the mountains and rebellion against the invaders of the low lands. Then songs of love lost and found and so was spent the evening till the land lord shows Sara and I to the small crude room under the eves with its one narrow bed.

Tis small master bard yet I think you nor your woman will nay mind it.”

He grinned as he left us.
 
I felt nervous as soon as we entered the inn, the crowd reminding me of the Keep. It didn’t take long for that to change. As soon as his music began, the room was filled with energy, laughing and gaiety. The crowd enjoyed his songs like I did and by the time the land lord led us to our room, I was glowing, dizzy from all the excitement.

Tis small master bard yet I think you nor your woman will nay mind it.

Even after the landlord grinned and left, I was too wound up to care what he meant or even how small the room was. I swirled about the room hugging my hands to my chest, smiling.

“David, this has been a beautiful day. I have never felt like this before. Even this small room is wonderful.”

My eyes danced and my arms went around his neck.

“And you are what makes this all so wonderful.”

My voice was soft against his ear as I embraced him.
 
Sara was so full of life she spun and danced and giggled at the sheer joy of being free.. all things where new and bright to her..

“David, this has been a beautiful day. I have never felt like this before. Even this small room is wonderful.”……………………… “And you are what makes this all so wonderful.”

Sara’s eyes where alive, sparkling, her arms about my neck, her body pressed close to mine as she stood on her tip toes, Sara’s voice a soft moist whisper at my ear. Sweeping Sara into my arms my lips find hers, bending that soft sweet bow of her mouth to a passionate kiss as I spin her about our small room to set her on the edge of the bed.

“Sara yes it has been a wonderful day luv. You take the bed me girl and I shall sleep on the floor.”
 
I feel so happy in his arms as he spins me around. The excitement of the day and the passionate kiss we share has my heart beating rapidly. I smile up at him with my arms still about his neck he sets me on the bed, happy that he too thinks it has been a wonderful day.

You take the bed me girl and I shall sleep on the floor.

Suddenly the mood seems different and I’m confused. Although the bed is small, there was no bed the night before and he wished to hold me as we slept. I let go of my grasp around his neck and slowly stand up. With him not letting me give him the pleasure he gave me and now this, I begin to realize that he sees me only as a child, just a girl that he was kind of enough to help, to take care of.

“I think Sir that you should take the bed.”

I turn from him, not letting him see the tears that streak my face. I move to a corner of the room where I stoop down and curl up, keeping my face hidden from his.
 
There is an anger in me that flares as I stride over to Sara. My hands on her arms I lift her to her feet her back to me.


“Sir is it! That you have forgotten my name Sara, or is it that to you I am nothing more than a new master to be obeyed child?”

My grip is tight on her arms yet the fury ebbs as I turn Sara to face me the tears shimmering on her cheeks. I cup Sara’s face in my hands my thumbs drying the tears that stain Sara’s cheeks.


“What is it girl that troubles you so?”
 
Sir is it! That you have forgotten my name Sara, or is it that to you I am nothing more than a new master to be obeyed child?

What he said and the anger in his voice, his tight grip on my arms, shocked me. Then turning around I saw the look in his eyes as he wiped away my tears. I knew instantly I had offended him, misunderstanding his kindness.

What is it girl that troubles you so?

"David, I'm sorry. You are a kind and gentle man, one who means a great deal to me."

My voice was soft, but steady. My eyes held his.

“I didn't understand it before, but I want you to see me as a woman David, not a child, not a girl. I want…”

No other words could express what I felt. My arms went around him, my body melted to his and my lips went to his.
 
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