In the dimly lit corner of the bustling city tavern, a woman with fiery red hair and a body that would make any man’s heart race sat alone. Her hair was wild and untamed, cascading down her shoulders in loose curls. A thick, black tattoo of a serpent coiled around her left thigh, disappearing beneath her short skirt. She sipped her drink, her piercing green eyes scanning the room with a confident smolder.
Across the tavern, a man named Cormac, a ruggedly handsome blacksmith, couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her hips were wide and full, swaying gently to the rhythm of the music as she drank. He found himself drawn to her, seduced by her allure. The fire in her hair, her mysterious aura, and those hips – they were driving him wild with desire. He knew he had to have her.
Summoning his courage, Cormac approached the woman, offering to buy her a drink. She looked him up and down, her lips curling into a smirk as she accepted his offer. Her name was Morrigan, a traveler and a sorceress. Their connection was immediate and intense. The chemistry between them was palpable. After several drinks and flirtatious banter, Cormac and Morrigan left the tavern together, their desires burning with an insatiable hunger.
In the privacy of Morrigan’s rented room, their bodies collided in a fevered embrace. Her hands roamed over his muscular chest, feeling the heat of his desire through his shirt. His fingers traced the lines of her tattoo, exploring the softness of her skin. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they tasted the sweetness of the mead they’d shared.
Morrigan’s hands moved to Cormac’s belt, freeing his hard length as he tugged her skirt down, revealing the snake tattoo that wrapped around her hip. He knelt before her, pressing his lips to her inner thigh as he inhaled her scent. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. He teased her, his tongue flicking at her clit as she gasped for breath.
“Please, Cormac,” she begged, her voice husky with need. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He stood, guiding her back onto the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he entered her, filling her completely. She arched her back, her hips meeting his thrusts as they moved together in perfect harmony. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their lovemaking punctuated by Morrigan’s moans and gasps.
“Yes, Cormac, harder!” she urged, her nails digging into his back.
He obliged, driving into her with a fierce intensity that pushed them both to the brink of ecstasy. Morrigan cried out, her body trembling as she came, her inner walls clenching around him. With a final thrust, Cormac followed her over the edge, emptying himself inside her as they collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
As their breathing slowed, Cormac traced the lines of Morrigan’s tattoo once more, marveling at the woman who lay beside him. The serpent seemed to writhe and come alive beneath his fingertips, as if sharing in their post-coital bliss.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“As are you, my love,” she replied, her eyes shining with affection.
Together, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined and their hearts full, the memory of their passionate encounter forever etched into their souls – and the tattoo on Morrigan’s hip.
