The Angry Mermaid 60 or Y Morforwyn Dicllon 60.

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The Angry Mermaid 60

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Y Morforwyn Dicllon 60.

Character List.

Mabina... The youngest daughter and Twin to
Drustan... Her twin brother.
Grandpa Erin... the twins grandfather.
Giana... The twins grandmother
Caderyn... The twins father.
Herenoie... The twins wise and beautiful mother.
Morgaran... The Twins oldest brother.
Aiofe... The twins oldest sister. Famous for her beauty.
Tara... The twins second oldest sister. Famous for her grace.
Feidlim... Twins aunt (Caderyns’ beautiful sister.)
Mogantu... Twins uncle (Married to Feidlim.) Chief of the Gangani tribe.
Brun... Twins 2nd cousin and the Acaman clans’ blacksmith.
Feorin... Twins second brother. Also training to be a blacksmith.
Rhun... Feidlims’ son and Feorins’ favourite 1st Cousin. (Both red-heads.)
Arina... Child of a Demetae fisherman, (rescued by Aiofe, Drustan and Mabina.)
Penderol... Dumnonii Minor chief.
Udris... Young Dumnonii warrior.
Dryslwyn... High chief of the whole Celtic nation. Dwells in Brithony.
Bronlwyn... Dryslwyn’s wife (and queen.)
Magab... The moor who taught numbers.
Eric... Saxon galley slave rescued from Corsair pirates.
Carl... Another Saxon galley slave rescued by Drustan.
Torvel... Celtic galley slave rescued from the same captured corsair ship
Arton... Turdetani Chieftain Holder of Gibral Rock.
Carinia... Arton’s wife.
Isobel... Arton’s adopted daughter.
Appotel... King of the Turdetani Tribe. (Southern Iberia.)
Bramana... Queen. (Wife of Appotel)
Pilus... King of the Capetani.
Shaleen... Pilus’s queen and sister to Bramana.
Pedoro... Lord Marshal of the Southern border region.
Lady Shulaar... Lord Pedoro’s wife.
Taan... The scullery maid.
Isaar... Pedoro’s oldest son.
Ferdie... Pedoro’s 2nd son
Sular... Pedoro’s 3rd son
Gontala... Pedoro’s youngest son.
Shenoa... Pedoro’s only daughter.
Portega... Tyrant King to the west.
Portua... Portega’s grandson.
Jubail... Old Fisherman.
Mutas... Magab’s younger brother and usurper.
Walezia... King of Malta.
Alviar... Megalomaniacal bishop of Carthage. (Hates Drustina.)
Ethelia... Female healer who treats Drustina during her pregnancy.
Seripatese... Drustina’s faithful horse.
Astos & Amitor... Minor royalty who govern Alexandria. King and Twin Queen.
Meronee... Nubian Queen of Nobatia The northern Kingdom of the Nubians.
Horam... The Egyptian master Boat builder.
Muraa... King Astos’s male partner.
Tuk... Makurian general.
Fantu... Makurian Captain.
Irene... Emperor Leon’s only child.
Leon... Byzantine Emperor.
Zano... Byzantine general who defeats the Bulgars with Drustina’s help.
Urthos... The Gaul elected captain of the 4th ship. Ex Barbary galley slave.
Horus... Horam the boat-builder’s son.
Sister Catherine... Leader of the pirate nuns.
Guthrun... Jarl of Bornholm.
Etheline... Guthruns’ wife the countess of Bornholm.
Seripatese... Drustinas’ mare
Capenda... Taras’ mare.
Athun... Gay king of Dark Age Denmark.
Queen Elthorn... King Athuns’ Consort.
Heingist... Drustina’s loyal Danish navigator and pilot.
Brendigan... Athun’s older sister and queen of Svenland.
Bjorn... The captain of the Palace Guard. King Athun’s partner.

The Angry mermaid 60.

Further down the royal corridor Drustina found Elthorn chatting with her ladies in waiting and busy with some embroidery. After identifying herself to the guards, she removed her dagger for it was no secret now amongst the palace guards and she accepted Elthorn’s invitation to enter.

“So what brings you here my dear Drustina?”

“Affairs of state my lady, might I ask for some privacy?”

Elthorn’s eyes widened as she grasped the portent of Drustina’s return and she shooed her ladies in waiting away. Once the apartment was empty and the door to the corridor securely locked. Drustina nodded towards the bedroom and the window set opposite and away from the bed-chamber door. It was the farthest point from any likelihood of eavesdropping ears. She spoke almost in whispers as she laid out her ideas. Elthorn listened avidly and stared thoughtfully into Drustina’s pleading eyes.

“You are asking me to share my bed with Athun and you?”

“I’m afraid so your majesty. It is the only way he functions and at least you’ll have the child you deserve by him.”

“Well that bit is true, I do want his child if only to fulfil my motherly dreams as well as ensure succession.”

Drustina was pleased and relieved that Elthorn was at least not completely against the plan. She pressed her case.

“He is as fearful as you dear Elthorn. He is frightened that he might not be able to function even with my help. You would at least be equals on that score, virgins both and fearful.”

“But you are no virgin; you are well experienced and well tested. Why should I not just go with you and at least have an experienced lover in my bed?”

“I believe we should do our damndest to create a legitimate heir. For your sake and Athun’s. The less doubt, the more legitimacy, the safer for you both and the whole kingdom. Let us at least try my plan.”

Elthorn frowned and stared thoughtfully out of the window before slowly nodding.

“I suppose it will have to be, or something very like it. At least we will have a referee in the bed. Somebody to protect me from a rape.”

Drustina knew exactly what Elthorn meant. Young bucks and inexperienced lovers often let their urges run away causing their partners great pain. Athun was not a young buck but he was certainly inexperienced. Elthorn turned and took Drustina’s hand.

“You will protect me won’t you?”

Drustina replied softly.

“He’s not an animal Elly; he’s as frightened of hurting you as you are of being hurt. I will do my damndest to see nobody gets hurt.”

Elthorn stood and kissed Drustina full on the lips. It was not a passionate ‘spit-swapper’ but it indicated Elthorn’s relief and agreement.

“Thank you Dru, and thank you for giving me a shortened nickname. Nobody has dared to do that since I was crowned queen. Has Athun indicated when this plan is to start?”

“He leaves that to you. Your lady’s prerogative. How is your cycle?”

Elthorn smiled. She knew at least that Drustina knew fully of these things.

'At least the third one in her bed would have a woman’s understanding, a woman’s sensitivity, and a woman’s care.'

Fortunately Elthorn had just ended her menses and was about to enter her fertile cycle. She smiled and hugged Drustina.

“Now is as good a time as any. In a few days I’ll be fertile.”

“Tomorrow it is then your majesty. I will give him a bit of practice tonight, see what turns him on and gets him to function. Bjorn tells me he is very vigorous if the stimulation is right and he’s taken as a female.”

Elthorn grinned and blushed slightly.

“Please can it be tonight. You have no idea how I have longed for this night.”

“I’m afraid not my lady, I have to check that he’s as Bjorn tells. I’d better go and give him some instruction.” Drustina grinned back. “Draw off some of that unfettered energy that young bucks are want to abuse.”

Elthorn let out a squeak of amusement and stuffed her knuckles into her mouth to stifle her belly laugh.

“Well if anybody can tame a young buck I’m sure it will be you. Don’t forget to take your sword, you never know.”

“Oh I have a more persuasive weapon than that your majesty. One that he’ll savour as much as I hope you’ll savour his.”

Elthorn let out a shriek of laughter that set the guard a banging on her door.

“Are you alright your majesty? Let me in please!”

Drustina flung the doors open to reassure the guard as he found Elthorn doubled up with laughter and totally unharmed. He stared into Drustina’s eyes and sighed with relief.

“I’m sorry your majesties, but I thought ...”

“Have no fear soldier.” Drustina reassured him. ”Queen Elthorn is as safe in my hands as yours. Methinks her majesty might like a drop of wine to ease her laughter. Best you fetch the ladies in waiting, they can attend to her.”

~~ooo000ooo~~

With these words Drustina made her excuses and left to spend some precious time with her children and older sister Tara who had accepted Athun’s invitation to stay at the palace. She met them at the quayside along with Sister Catherine and many of the other ex-nuns who now enjoyed marital status with Drustina’s soldiers. As she hugged her children and savoured Tara’s sisterly embrace, it was a relief for Drustina to briefly escape the political and diplomatic pressures of the Danish court.

That evening they savoured the warm summer sun as they ambled about Cuben-havn and exchanged pleasantries with the good citizens and her own visiting soldiers. As they took their ease at an inn, Tara turned to her younger sibling.

“This is how it should always be Dru. Just look at the people enjoying themselves again.” Drustina smiled a little sadly.

“Well make the most of it sis as soon as the queen is with child, we’ll be heading back to Lleyn.”

Tara smiled and stepped out two fingers around an imaginary island.

“By way of Jutland, Saxony, Friesland, Neustria, Frankia, to name but a few.”

Drustina shrugged philosophically as she added.

“Britain, Wessex, Dumnoniia, Cymru and whatever. We’ve come this far.”

Tara wagged her head slowly.

“But you’ve still got a hell of a long way to go.”

“Just savour your wine and be thankful you’re a guest of the palace tonight. We’ll worry about those places when we get to them.”

That evening, Drustina approached Athun tactfully and they retired to his private chamber. Drustina explained at length what her plan was and Athun frowned with uncertainty. Gently she took him to the day cot where Athun sometimes took naps and she slowly excited herself to stimulate her masculinity. Athun stared at it and licked his lips with nervous expectation. The organ stiffening before his eyes was proving a very attractive invitation and he gently lay on his side inviting Drustina to take him.

“Is that what best excites you?” She whispered.

“Yes,” he croaked as lust cracked his voice, “take me, take me now.”

Drustina whispered softly and also addressed Athun as a woman.

“Gently my lady; slowly does it. I do not take my conquests in some fit of brutal insensitive passion.”

Athun sighed contentedly with the reference to his being considered a lady and he pressed his buttocks harder against Drustina’s maleness, inviting her ... no pleading with his body to satisfy his need. Drustina pressed her exploring penis gently into the receptive sphincter and reached around to feel if Athun was responding. To her delight and relief, he was. She had expected him to do so, but nevertheless, it was a relief when he functioned exactly as she had hoped. As Drustina eased her stiffness into Athuns relaxing body, she felt Athun stiffen and begin to hump backwards against her.

‘So far, so good.’ She mused.

“Gently, little lady,” Drustina whispered in Athun’s ear. “While you might be seizing your chances at some selfish delight, I am trying to cast in you a sense of duty and patience. Tomorrow, an even sweeter partner will be trying to share your delights so you must learn to temper your urges and slow your needs. Now stay like this awhile. Make pretence of girlish habit and let your joy come slowly.”`

Athun listened and, despite the urgent demands of his libido he tried to slow his tempo and custom his needs. As Athun slowed and sighed with exquisite frustration, Drustina gently squeezed Athun’s organ in just the way that the educated scabbard of an oriental concubine might play. Athun let out a surprised squeak and promptly exploded with enhanced vigour whilst humping as furiously as any satyr. Drustina murmured encouragement and applause.

“Well done my maid. Behave as such tomorrow with your lady and I’ll wager a shilling to crown you’ll have your consort with child by month’s end.”

Athun giggled with relieved delight as he realised his fantasy had not been entirely based upon his usual submission as a woman. In his head, his feelings had on that occasion, somehow become some vague neutral emotion that mostly had responded to Drustina’s transcendent encouragement. Athun felt his libido slow down even as he imagined some warm inviting flesh around his girl-cock.

'What feelings were these?' He asked himself as he felt Drustina’s seed explode inside his body.

Thus entwined they fell asleep and it was Bjorn who found his lover the king still spooned into the embrace of the strange, warrior queen the following morning.

He went to draw his sword as a fit of lover’s jealousy overtook him but Drustina was alert and armed. Bjorn had not noticed Drustina’s sword laid across the top of the bed under the scattered pillows. Before Bjorn’s sword had left its scabbard or his howl of jealousy had escaped his throat, a razor sharp, Toledo point was delivered unerringly to his Adam’s apple.

“Don’t be hasty captain,” Drustina spoke softly, “this may not appear so, but it is all in the line of duty. Put aside your sword before any blood gets spilt ... your blood.”

As the sword pricked his Adam’s apple and stayed there, Bjorn realised he had met his fencing match. He swallowed nervously and backed away in silence. Drustina deftly tugged her breech cloth and britches up to her waist to hide her duality from Bjorn. Next she spoke slowly and softly as she changed her attitude and explained in a soft feminine voice that charmed Bjorn and soothed Athun.

“Listen my brothers in loneliness. I, like you, know what it is to suffer the hurt and danger that goes with our natures. I too have endured the persecution that you do. What I am trying to do, here in your kingdom, is to enshrine your right to live ... and live as you wish to live. To this end I must legalise Athun’s position as king and cement it firmly within the realm of agreement, treaty and law. This can only be done if he begets a child by Elthorn if we are to mollify and subdue the jarls.

Which would you prefer; ... to ensure your own and your gay brother’s safety in this realm by setting Athun firmly on his throne once and for all, ... or will you see chaos and oppression return, knowing that such oppression will invariably find an outlet in the persecution of such as you and your brothers to name but one group?”

Athun and Bjorn knew well of the oppression that Drustina alluded to and they had wit enough to see the need for a seeming sacrifice in the short term. Drustina recognised Bjorn’s torment and went on to explain further.

“Captain of the Guard. Bjorn, I do not seek to steal your partner ... your lover. I seek only security for all, peace for all, hope for all. Surely you’ll grant that Athun must get his queen with child. It is easy to sacrifice one’s life for your country, once you’ve done so there is no more to lose and you enter the realms of Valhalla with honour writ oe'r your name. It is much harder and braver to sacrifice your ownership of something you hold dear, if only in the short term temporary expediency to make your future life on earth a happier one. Bear with me for these next few months until Elthorn has her child and sense of fulfilment.

Ere after that and when the legitimacy of her first born child is put beyond doubt, then you both may lie with her if she wants a second. The ways and means will be open to you. With the coming of the first child comes my going. Bjorn, make this one sacrifice for all Danes and Dane-mark.”

Bjorn hesitated but for a moment as his sharp mind saw the logic of Drustina’s plan. He nodded thoughtfully and stepped back as Drustina lowered her deadly blade. Drustina sighed a silent sigh of relief. ‘Sense had prevailed over passion and honour,’

Athun called for breakfast and by the time food was delivered, they were presentable and respectable. As they ate Bjorn questioned Drustina after she had explained the plan.

“Does Elthorn truly accept your premise to share her bed with both Athun and you?”

Drustina answered with a forcible.

“Yes! She wants children, she wants peace, and she wants to keep her crown. As an honest and blameless queen, those are her absolute rights. Just as you demand rights to indulge your needs so does she ... and her needs are motherhood and happiness ... I should say, more correctly, happiness and motherhood.”

Bjorn nodded slowly and conceded Drustina’s argument. ‘Everybody had rights.’

Drustina rose wearily and left to visit her children in Queen Elthorn’s apartments. She found Elthorn playing enthusiastically with them and Tara as they played a children’s game of hide-and-seek. When Drustina appeared the children stopped jumping and squealing and promptly behaved themselves. Their sudden change in behaviour saddened Drustina slightly.

‘Am I that much of an ogre to them?’ She asked herself.

Then she reflected, she hardly knew her own children and they hardly knew her except via other people’s reports of her battles and victories.

“Yes,” she answered her own question. “ I suppose I must seem like some far-off Warrior Ice Queen to them. In future, I must spend more time with them. At present they think more of Tara as their mother than me.”

She widened her smile and opened her arms to invite them in but it saddened her to realise that although they came to her, it was with reservation and trepidation; not the natural spontaneity and abandon of children who wholeheartedly loved their mother. No squeals of delight no flinging themselves into her arms. It hurt Drustina worse than any of the many wounds she had endured. She joined in the game of hide-and-seek and the children mellowed fractionally but Drustina sensed that children saw through her seemingly artificial love.

The realisation that she had a long row to hoe in earning her children’s natural adoration and affection planted in her an ever stronger desire and determination to get back to her homeland and somehow win back her family’s lands.

Fortunately, her boundless energy stemming from her warrior queen’s necessity for fitness, enabled her to play boisterously with her children until they were worn out. In the afternoon she took them out hunting on horseback and they returned with but a single deer. Later she joined Tara in putting the twins to bed while Elthorn caught Drustina’s understanding eye and prepared to go to her bed. The understanding was that Drustina would accompany Athun to Elthorn’s bed and gently facilitate a successful union. After Elthorn had departed and the children were asleep from exhaustion, Tara drew her younger sister/brother aside.

“Do you think Athun will ever get her with child?”

Drustina shrugged feigning disinterest.

“I dunno. All I know is that Dane-mark’s fate depends on it. If he doesn’t, there will be civil war in this land.”

Tara frowned and peered into Drustina’s non-committal gaze.

“Couldn’t you do something. I know you’ve got a functioning cock and nobody knows that in Dane-mark. You could visit Elthorn as a woman and nobody would be any the wiser if you slept with her.”

Drustina frowned. Tara was not stupid for she had learned about Drustina’s successful fatherhoods in the lands of the Great Nile Rivers; Egypt and Nubia. She stood up abruptly and ‘remembered’ some urgent unfinished business with Heingist leaving Tara to sleep with the children.

Minutes later she was knocking on Athuns bed-chamber door. Bjorn answered it and frowned slightly as she entered. Drustina recognised his distaste for the plan and she re-iterated that they had little option but to get moving on the fatherhood issues. Athun emerged from his inner chamber dressed for all the world like a white knight in Shining armour. Drustina grinned.

“You’re trying to get her with child Athun not fulfil her fantasies.”

Athun pouted slightly.

“Why not? She once told me it was one of her fantasies to be rescued by a warrior and taken to some magical kingdom. Anyway, would it not be better if you dressed as a maid preparing for the bed-chamber? If people see you as a maid they won’t get two and two to be five.”

Drustina looked down and realised Athun was right. It would be much better if she was perceived as a maid entering Elthorn’s chamber. She nodded and excused herself to return half an hour later in a heavy brocade gown that completely hid her warrior armour beneath. Athun was secretly pleased that she had surreptitiously dressed as a warrior thus addressing his secret need to feel he was sleeping with a man. Then he ruefully told himself.

Dammit! She IS a man, despite those tits and curves; she’s got a cock!’

Athun smiled again for Drustina had also hastily bathed. Her hair was wet but let down to fall over her shoulders and down to her waist. Athun could not resist stroking it and running it through his fingers.

“Why do maids have such thick lustrous hair while we men have such coarse strands?”

Drustina made play to blush and behave coquettishly though she was secretly delighted with Athun’s compliment, her hair was he crowning glory and she held it dear. Drustina picked her next words thoughtfully.

“Why I know not kind lady, your compliments are sweet. Come shall we go to your bride.”

Athun grinned, it made him feel good to be called a lady but still he offered his arm for appearance’s sake and invited Drustina to take his arm. Thus together, they stepped the short walk along the passage to Elthorn’s chambers.

~~oo000oo~~

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Many Stops

Based on the list of the many stops on their journey, there are many chapters left in this wonderful epic. You have done your research wel, dear Beverly. I did not know the old names of these ancient lands. It adds believability to the story. Thanks.

Much Love,

Valerie R

After Drustina succeeds in

helping Athun and Elthorn, hope she succeeds in getting to know her children.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine