Niall Mac Nechtan, Lord of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Steward of the North of the blessed kingdom of Mag Tuired, travels to the lands of the barbaric Kirinches to investigate a mysterious murder that has taken place in his lands. Carried away by the prev...
I started translating and uploading 'The Fifth Beast Extras', and the first story is about Sencha and what happened to him while Niall didn't see. The whole novel is Niall's POV, it sometimes makes difficult including other character's affairs, because Niall couldn't see them. So - extras!
I also wrote a short story 'The Second Beast', and Niall was right about how it all went down, hehe XD The third completed story is about Roigh Mac Rowan who would appear in the flesh a few chapters later.
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The following days for Niall Mac Nechtan became one big crazy cartwheel. They had to bury the dead, repair the drawbridge, the burnt roofs and galleries, collect the cattle of Sliabh Mis, abandoned by the barbarians near their camp. The barbarians were not so kind as to leave Liath Macha, apparently believing that the horse belonged to the Yuizhen of the Kirinches from the start, and Niall somehow didn't think of demanding it back. Mainly, it was hard for him to concentrate on all those everyday things, his thoughts now and then returned to the motionless, silent figure in his bed.
He was all thumbs — not literally, of course, because he didn't do anything with his own hands, only gave out orders and supervised how they were executed. However, he dropped a cup full of wine a few times or threw it against the wall in a fit of anger, and then Matha, who followed him with a jug, would sigh and pour another one. Niall's usual cupbearer, as a strong guy, was sent to work on the drawbridge repairs. Niall also drove the peasants from the surrounding villages to work: rebuilding the barns outside the castle walls, replenishing Sliabh Mis pantries with food supplies and so on. Blacksmiths also had to be requested from the nearest villages, because Culann hit a days-long binge, grieving for Sencha. In the castle everyone believed that the barbarians had somehow taken Sencha prisoner, and Niall didn't dissuade them. First of all, the servants so didn't need such an example of disloyalty, and second, who knew what had really happened with Sencha in the barbarian camp.
Alas, Niall wasn't as busy as to be able to forget what he wanted to forget.
By nightfall, he was already quite drunk, so as not to think about anything else, enjoying the hot, supple body in his bed. If Niall didn't turn on the lights, if he didn't listen to anything but his own moans and the mad pounding of blood in his ears, everything seemed... acceptable.
After all, it was still Faolan Three Swords, his big, strong body with hard, well-defined muscles, silky skin, and a waterfall of smooth, straight, raven-black hair. His member still stood up almost instantly after being stroked. His asshole was still hot and tight, and he still clasped Niall's hip with his knees, threw his arms around his shoulders. He even sighed and moaned like before. And his silence... to hell with it, that first night in Da Derga Mansion he had also said almost nothing. Niall could imagine that he was just so excited, so crazy with passion, as to be not able of coherent speech.
But no, it was hard to imagine, be it with or without light. It was hard to forget the ardor with which Fao had responded to Niall's kisses before, how he was always trying to kiss Niall first, conquer his mouth with his own, grab his waist, his hips, his buttocks possessively. How he growled as a beast, not just moaned, how he drove his ass back onto Niall's dick. How he f&cked Niall, greedily, fiercely.
