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Maeve Driscoll
Posted: Feb 23 2012, 08:22 PM


Lower Class — Creature-Induced Injuries Healer


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Posts: 6
Member No.: 924
Joined: 16-February 12



Maeve smiled as she held out the response letter she'd just written to her sister for the owl to take. She watched as the bird flew off to the south with her letter then looked back at her small, simple writing table where her sister's letter sat. She hadn't seen Fionna since well before her graduation and they had quite a bit to catch up on. As she'd said in her letter, Colum and Aidan were both excited to meet Fionna, one of the only aunts they hadn't met. Absently she slid her hand over her firm, distended belly and wondered what her sister would surprise her with.

Glancing down she poked at her stomach with a single finger and smirked when the growing child elbowed back. She would truly be surprised if it wasn't another boy, especially given the fact that Ninian had twelve brothers and only one sister. At the very least she could hope that it wasn't twins; a very real possibility seeing as she herself was an identical twin and her lover had a set of twin brothers. A healthy child would be good enough for Maeve, just as a simple life as the primary mistress of Ninian MacFusty was more than enough for her.

She'd done the whole marriage thing before and it had ended badly...for her husband at least. Ninian didn't beat her and he'd given her two beautiful sons whom he provided for, though now that she had a job she could more than provide for them on her own. Her life was a good one and now she would get to share it with her other half.

Walking over to the small mirror that hung on the wall in her bedroom, Maeve stared at her reflection and tilted her head. As children very few apart from family could tell her apart from Fionna until their personalities began to differ. Would Fionna still bear the face she saw in the mirror? Her own face bore a few lines and wrinkles, would Fionna share them? She'd told Ninian of her twin but unless he remembered her from her brief stint at Hogwarts before running off with a dance troupe, he'd never met her. Truly there had been little reason to bring her up and for a brief period during her marriage she'd convinced herself that Fionna was dead when her sister hadn't returned any of her letters.

Turning from the mirror, Maeve moved into the main living area where Colum was busy telling little Aidan a story that one of his uncles must have told him, for it was about dragons. She leaned against the door jam and smiled as little Colum crawled about on the floor, pretending to be a dragon, stalking his brother. Yes, she was happy with her lot in life.


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Ninian MacFusty
Posted: Feb 26 2012, 03:29 PM


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.mandypost { font-size:12px; font-family:'Merriweather',serif; line-height:110%; text-align:justify; margin-top:15px; }.mandypost:first-letter { display:block; float:left; margin-top:3px; margin-right:3px; font-size:45px; font-family:'Fondamento',cursive; font-weight:bold; }Tag:MaeveOutfit:The worth of a thing is best known by the want of it.Hitting his hip with the door first, Ninny grunted as he pushed open the door to Maeve's house without knocking and went inside. Completely fatigued from his most recent adventure with his young, juvenile beastie - Ninian had thought of going only one place once he'd finished up things for work and that was to his Mistresses abode. He may have stayed there more nights than not as well but seeing as they weren't legally wed, it wasn't quite entirely right to call it 'their' home. Even if it very nearly was. "' 'ey lassie, I'm back." He shouted from the front entryway as he hauled his boots and socks off his feet and placed them aside. Dirty as he was, it wouldn't have been proper to go mucking about Maeve's house leaving her the mess to clean so he respected the lassie enough to mind his shoes whenever he came in. Though this time, it wasn't just his shoes to come off. Despite the sudden silence and then abrupt sounds of little boys squealing as they ran toward the front door, Ninny just casually shook himself out of his shirt and hung it on the coat hanger to be cleaned. His dragon had scratched him down the arm nicely that morning and though the blood was dry, the wound was far from cleaned or healed. Ah well, one more thing to do before he tucked the wee bairns in and tossed Maeve over his shoulder to take her to bed too. "DADA!" The little boys shouted in unison as they came wheeling around the corner, stopped for all of a split second and ran straight for his legs. Each little man electing to take one or the other of his legs into a tight hug before they both began excitedly rambling off, as little lads tended to do, about their adventures of 'dragon slaying' for the day. Aidan of course, the youngest by four years, was still a wee bit wobbly on his feet so it was him that Ninny instinctively patted his clean hand against. Bracing the bairn into his calf with a soft pat on the back as Colum, the elder son tugged on his arm and continued on with the story as they'd played it out. "Ock, you dinnae say?" Ninian said with a grinning, squatting down on the haunches in front of his boys to bring him a bit more to their level - sort of - and ruffled his hand through Colum's head. "Aye laddie, you'll be makin' a fine dragon keeper some day and do ye old da proud." He grinned, softly knuckling his sons chin playfully with a wink. It was very clear, Ninny MacFusty might have been a proud and honorable dragon keeper but when it came to his sons, he was completely and utterly in love with the wee lads....and the woman who bore them. Scooping up Aidan in his good arm, Ninny took Colum's hand and lead his sons back toward the room they had come screeching out of. "Now laddies, you wouldn't ken where a certain verra, bonnie lassie ye call ye mum would be, aye? Ye father's got a wee craving fer a bit of her...." Breasts. Buttocks. The small crevice of her spine. Really, Ninny knew he was craving all of Maeve's body but as he rounded the corner and caught sight of her, he grinned knowing she had heard what he was about to say and more so knew that she knew exactly what it was he was really craving. He usually did after a long, physically invigorating day with the dragon. The adrenaline just got his blood pumping and Maeve was usually the physical embodiment of how he released it all... "...meat pie." He grinned rather wolfishly at her, swatting Colum lightly on the bum to head back to his toes and did similar to Aidan as he set the wee bairn down on his feet. After that, it was mere seconds before Ninian's long strides had devoured the space between him and Maeve and had her up in his arms. Her toes dangling off the ground as he slowly held her up by two firm grips on her buttocks - minding the slight swell of her belly of course - and had his mouth fiercely pressed to hers in a molten kiss that only proved to remind him just how desperately he wanted to be inside her. "mmmm" He purred, setting her gently down on her feet and pulled her into a tight hug. His face dipping down to her neck to nip at and simply breath in her scent. "I always did favor ye meat pie, ye ken." He smirked. TEMPLATE coded by EMILY
Maeve Driscoll
Posted: Feb 27 2012, 07:51 PM


Lower Class — Creature-Induced Injuries Healer


Group: Inactive
Posts: 6
Member No.: 924
Joined: 16-February 12



Maeve was about to make her way down the hall to see to picking up after dinner preparations when she heard a shout from the front of the house. A knowing smile graced her lips at the sudden silence from the boys only to have them erupt in a fit of happy squeals and pounding feet. Turning, she stood quietly in the hallway, listening to the sounds of her boys—their boys—chatter away at their father. It was times like this that made her grateful for all that she had. Ninian MacFusty was the best thing to ever happen to her and she never forget it; especially on the nights when he didn’t come home to her, though admittedly those were few enough that she could over look them.

Smoothing her hands down her sides and straightening her simple gown of sage green, she listened to her three boys in the entry and her heart very nearly melted. Walking towards the family room, she placed her hands on her hips and raised a brow as his voice trailed off. Cravings indeed! It was a wonder her modest little home wasn’t filled to the brim with rambunctious little boys with wild hair. She did her best to keep a stern expression on her face though her lips twitched slightly at the sight of her boys. She didn’t miss the wound on Ninny’s arm but it was nothing new; a scrape here and gash there, it was all a part of his profession. At least he still had all of his limbs; for that she was grateful as well.

As the lads scurried off to get back to their game of Dragonhunter, Colum could be heard saying something about stew and meat pies; after all, Maeve had made a good, hearty Irish stew for dinner and not meat pies. Blessed be the ignorance of children; though Maeve doubted it would last much longer. In five short years, Colum would be off to Hogwarts. Knowing as she did the characters that were called his uncles he would be well informed before he was ever interested.

Of course she didn’t have too much time to ponder on how quickly her boys were growing as Ninny stalked toward her and scooped her up in his strong arms. The man was positively massive and had no trouble lifting her, despite her condition. It always thrilled her how rough he could be yet the care he took to never actually harm her. Before she could so much as utter a word of greeting he’d taken possession of her mouth and she laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smelled of sweat and dragons, a heady combination that most found a bit offensive. Maeve, however, found it quite intoxicating; though, that wasn’t to say it hadn’t been an acquired taste.

When he finally pulled back and set her down on her slipper-clad feet, she kissed the center of his bare chest as he pulled her into a tight hug. Her arms slipped from his neck to wrap around his waist, her fingertips tracing whirling patterns into the small of his back. Her response to his little affectionate nip was to scrape her teeth against his chest lightly before placing another kiss over the same spot. “Och I ken.” She replied, mimicking his brough as she pulled her head back to smirk at her lover. She knew very well how much he loved her ‘meat pie’. “How was yer day?”


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Posted: Mar 14 2012, 06:05 PM


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.mandypost { font-size:12px; font-family:'Merriweather',serif; line-height:110%; text-align:justify; margin-top:15px; }.mandypost:first-letter { display:block; float:left; margin-top:3px; margin-right:3px; font-size:45px; font-family:'Fondamento',cursive; font-weight:bold; }Tag:MaeveOutfit:The worth of a thing is best known by the want of it.There were things Ninny loved about being a father, like the way his boys often smiled like him or got up to mischief like him and their were things Ninny hated about it too, for example when discipline was necessary to school the boys out of bad behavior or habits. However, right at that moment in the Dragon Keeper's mind, there was nothing worse about having kids than the lack of privacy the parents could get. Course, it was in no way any sort of reason for him to be regretting his sons - not at all but as he stood there with his arms wrapped around Maeve, feeling her teeth scrape along her chest and her lips press into his bare chest, it wasn't entirely his fault that all he could hope for was her bent over the nearby couch with him thrusting in to her from behind. The picture in his mind was enough to half the half mass erection rising to full, flagging proud in a heart beat. However, when he heard her mock his brough, Ninny couldn't help but lift an eyebrow in a way that suggested he was debating whether to spank her for the mockery ....or well, spank her for the mockery! Instead, or at least for the moment, he grinned and patted her buttocks firmly. "Well an' fine, hen. The wee beastie was in a bit of a mood but she settled like a good lassie in the end." Kissing her forehead, Ninny glanced back over his shoulders where he could hear the boys arguing over some small thing. "Och, laddies, I ken ye nae want your da to come over there to be settlin' the matter for ye, aye? Why don't ye wee deviants head off to the kitchen to be washin' ye hands before meal. I'll nae be havin' wee dirty heathens sitting at ye mam's table, ken?" TEMPLATE coded by EMILY
Maeve Driscoll
Posted: Mar 16 2012, 09:18 AM


Lower Class — Creature-Induced Injuries Healer


Group: Inactive
Posts: 6
Member No.: 924
Joined: 16-February 12



Maeve herself often lamented the limited access she and Ninian had of each other and it would be further limited once she’d given birth to the babe in her belly. Infants were needy little things, especially the boys. Boys of any age were needy, in fact, and the evidence of that surged hard against her stomach, causing her to chuckle and raise a brow, an expression that was echoed on his face as she mocked him.

Unable to keep her laughter in as he patted her firmly on the rump she grinned at the MacFusty before her and rested her hands on either side of his waist, her thumb tracing an old scar as he spoke of his day. She loved to listen to his voice; it was a good strong voice and the rolling Rs and other nuances of his accent seemed to clam the child in her belly as much as it excited her at that moment. He was full and ready to take her and she was more than willing to let him take her.

When he bent down and kissed her forehead, Maeve’s grin settled into a content smile and she turned her attention to the cut on her man’s arm. Healer that she was, though she was currently on leave, insisted that she take care of the wound before she took care of his other needs; and she would take care of his other needs just as soon as he got cleaned up. Once he was finished issuing orders to their boys, Maeve slipped out of his arms and began to push him towards their bedroom where she already had so lukewarm water and a cloth.

“Time fer ya clean up as weel.” Maeve admonished, slipping in to what some called her “motherly” voice. It really had surprised her how readily she’d settled into the life of mother and mistress though she suspected it helped at how readily Ninian’s family had accepted her. The Hebrides and the MacFustys had become her home and her family and she was excited to bring Fionna into the fold. If she was anything like she had been when they were younger, she would likely have the unattached MacFusty lads dancing circles around her in no time. “Also I have somethin’ t’ tell ya.”


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Posted: Apr 8 2012, 11:47 AM


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.mandypost { font-size:12px; font-family:'Merriweather',serif; line-height:110%; text-align:justify; margin-top:15px; }.mandypost:first-letter { display:block; float:left; margin-top:3px; margin-right:3px; font-size:45px; font-family:'Fondamento',cursive; font-weight:bold; }Tag:MaeveOutfit:The worth of a thing is best known by the want of it.His smile went to a smirk and his carnal intentions became obvious in the way he simply looked at her. Holding his hands playfully up to either side of him, Ninian pretended to 'surrender' to he commands. Marching backwards with his hands raised as though he was a captured prisoner of war - cautiously laying down his weapon at arms. Ninian however, was far from helpless and more so, was far, far from surrendering. The dark glimmer in his eyes lit like a firework as he backed into their bedroom and she shut the door behind them. For a moment, he considered his boys outside but knowing well enough the older would mind the younger for a short while - Ninian fixed his attention fully on his lover with a Wolfish grin. "Aye, and will ye be the one tending to me, bonnie lass?" He questioned, running his eyes down her body with a hungry sort of sudden impatience. "Or perhaps, I think myself minding ye is even a finer idea indeed." He nodded, stepping forward instead of backward for the first time since she'd marched him to their room and grabbed her by the hips with a commanding tug that landed her tightly pressed into the stiff presence of his desire. Abruptly capturing her hair set at the back of her head, Ninian firmly tugged her head back and lips up, claiming that heavenly mouth of hers with an unrelenting desire. He kissed her deeply, unwilling to stop until he was sated. The raw, reality of her skin pressed to his and her lips pressed into his mouth immediately turning his blood into accellerent that lit him up like unholy fire - born of sin and lust and all things his mother had tried to save him from. Groaning into her mouth, Ninian was already reaching for the front of his breeches. Unlacing their string with impressive familiarity before he leaned forward just a little, slid his hands up under her dress skirt and popped her off her toes by palming each fine cheek of her rear. Feverishly Ninian wrapped her legs around his waist as if he intended to wear her as a belt and pressed her back firmly into the smooth surface of one tall, canopy post. "Aye lassie," He half spoke and half moaned the words, grunting with visible frustration as he fought to pull down her bloomers under her dress. "And...I h-have somethin' to tell ye -" Ninian breathed hotly on her ear, nipping at it before he started to kiss along her throat passionately. "...I need ye, lass, I burn for ye as though yon dev'l has possessed myself and if deny me ye body now - when the wee bairns are busy mindin' themselves for once, I shall die from the want of ye touch an' the feel of my cock inside ye." TEMPLATE coded by EMILY
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