Diggin' Up Bones
Characters By Woot. Brigid used c/o her player.
As the jet liner cruised over the Atlantic Brigid stared out of one of the widows into the blue waters ten thousand feet below. A crash was the furthest thing from her mind right now. Her application had gone through and she was on her way back home for three whole weeks to study on site at Cullugh Darbin with Liam MacCallie a renowned Irish historian. Brigid pulled her eyes from the window and looked into the magazine on her lap. One of the articles was written by Liam and came with a little headshot in the corner. The gray wolf wore small emo-kid glasses and a tee shirt that clung to his frame. In the picture he was smiling. There was a pendant that fell into the hollow of his throat. It was a carved bone ogham. Brigid had deciphered it days ago and it was his name in the ancient Druid script. The little otter girl had a sort of nerdy crush on the historian and was excited all the more by the chance to not only go back to Ireland for a month but also to meet the man who she'd wanted to be under for more than just the purposes of study. She giggled giddily to herself and hid her face in the magazine for the remainder of the flight.
After some hustle in Dublin Airport she obtained a car and began the drive out to the site a hundred miles north with her hiker's backpack in the seat next to her and the carry on in the floorboards. She'd only be able to get within four miles of site before having to park the rented convertible and being forced to hike the rest of the way in.
Night had fallen and the stars were in full shine as she mounted a low hill and peered into the valley below. Cullugh Darbin was a small site in a low valley that was made famous over a thousand years ago as the burial place of a Viking lord. It was a rare thing for the Celts to bury an outlander in reverence in their hills so there was some great controversy surrounding the entire expedition to unearth the grave. There were a few tents set out around a canvas pavillion set with lights. Off behind that was the crumbling remains of Abby Cullugh. The abby was built six hundred years ago, if the otter's memory served her right, and destroyed only fifty years later. A couple of rooms remained but they were opened to the sky and a plush carpet of grass had grown to replace the stones upon which the monks had once tread. Brigid entered the camp looking around a little shy but was greeted heartily by Liam himself.
"Dia daoibh!" he laughed and pulled her into a strong embrace. Brigid tried not to be giddy like a little fan girl and returned the embrace as enthusiastically as it had been given. He smelled of a sweet masculine musk, it was something she wouldn't want to forget. "I hope the hike wasn't too much for you." His accent was a welcome comfort. Liam let her go and smiled with unabashed warmth.
"No, not at all. I just hope I'm not late." She smiled hopefully.
"Nah, we were just settling in for a drink and some time away from the dig. You game?"
"Sure!"
Liam clapped her on the shoulder and carried her backpack for her. The nearly hundred pounds of gear carried in one hand as if it were a lunch pail by the hunky wolf in jeans and black polo shirt. Introductions were made. The dig crew was small only five other people, two women and three young men, all were American. The remainder of the night was spent over pints of dark stout beer and discussions of history in the area. Liam had vanished during the discussions and as the others stumbled around looking for their tents (Americans were never good at holding Irish beer.) Brigid found herself up and looking around the site for him. Quietly she entered the Abby and found him laying on his back, his legs crossed and his arms behind his head. She twisted her hands around the half emptied pint glass and watched him. The stars and the sliver of the moon were reflected in those glasses and she imagined that they were trapped in those bright blue eyes he had displayed when he met her. It was dark but they seemed to have a light of their own. Such is the curse of little fan girls. Imagined lights to illuminate features that would otherwise be obscured.
"Liam?" she asked in a quiet shy voice. His head turned and he smiled, white teeth in darkness. "Would you like company?" Her hands rung the glass as if it were a rag.
"Make yourself at home." The wolf continued to smile then looked back up at the stars. The lights from the pavilion reached this room of the abby but only enough to make out silhouettes and just a mite of colors. Liam's black shirt didn't help any.
"Thank you for allowing me to come out here to study with you. I don't want to gush but its been sort of a dream of mine." Bri left her glass on one of the stones and lay down beside him.
"You were the most qualified and I think you're the one who'd get the most out of it. I'm honored that you'd make the flight out here. You must really enjoy your courses." Her eyes were on the sky and she didn't notice that he was watching her while he spoke. The voice was smooth and quiet in the night air. She blushed from his words then glanced over to see those self-illuminated eyes on her and blushed so intensely that she wouldn't have been surprised if the grass combusted beneath her. Liam smiled and sat up. "I'm really looking forward to working with you." There was a warmth on her hand. It was his. Brigid sat up and looked down at his hand on her's. Liam bit his lip and realized that he may have overstepped his bounds. The wolf never in a million years would have guessed at the events that would occur in the next few moments.
Wolves have no real natural predators except one: women. Otters aren't cats and cats are the only creatures who are known to pounce prey. Liam wouldn't be able to describe it in any other fashion. Brigid leapt from a sitting position and landed square into the wolf's chest knocking him back onto his back. In her little khaki shorts and tank top she straddled his thigh and kissed him so fervently that he was taken aback. Never in his whole life had a woman just thrown herself at him. I mean that's something that only happens in stories right? Liam didn't fight the kiss but once the initial shock had worn off he found himself melting into it then returning it with growing intensity. Brigid pulled back and was panting. Liam too was a bit short on breath. She suddenly looked ashamed and began to climb off him. The wolf wasn't about to be cock teased by an otter. He took hold of her tail and pulled her back by it pulling her back into a kiss and rolling her over in the cool soft grass. Brigid crooned softly as his weight pressed down against her as his muzzle was so pressed to her's. Liam broke the kiss to move his affections to her neck and throat. There was a soft wince as his sharp teeth nipped the flesh beneath the fur. Her hands became tangled in his hair as she whimpered under his attention. When he heard the sound he pulled back a little and stared down into her face. Deep brown eyes opened slowly and peered up at him. Her chest was heaving and her breasts threatened the integrity of her tank top. She was the first to speak though, "Where's your tent?" she said breathlessly.
"Why?" he asked with a grin that had turned playful. Her hand fell to the front of his jeans and pressed the flat of her palm against his growing erection. When he got the idea he smirked. "Wouldn't you rather be out here?"
"What if one of the others comes out here? That'd make us both look pretty bad."
Liam pondered it then shrugged, "They're probably all passed out."
"Then I'm your's." Brigid grinned and kissed him deeply as she tugged at his shirt. He slid it off and smiled down at her. It was everything she had imagined. Chest and stomach toned from work outs unnumbered. A line of snowy white starting at his breast and fanning out until it vanished into the top of his jeans. Her hands traced the line until her hands fell on the waistband of his jeans. "I'm a naughty ottuh." She giggled and unbuttoned the pants, unzipping them as she arched her back teasingly. "Now strip, wolfie!" The arms were crossed and no one dare deny an Irish woman who had her mind set. Liam stood and shimmied out of the jeans, leaving him bare in the starlight. The very tip of his member peeked from the ivory colored sheath that clung to his abdomen. His sac too was covered in the same colorless downy fur, she noticed. He went down on all fours and watched her, his long gray tail swaying to and fro patiently. "Your turn, Brigid." He purred. The ogham pendant swung between his arms.
Brigid pulled off her tank top and tossed it with his clothes, the unclasped her bra, letting the khaki furred breasts come free of their confinement. Liam watched and smiled. She slid out of her shorts and lay on her side in nothing more than a pale blue thong with tiny bows at the hips. "These you'll have to get yourself." She stuck her thumbs into the band of the thong then grinned darkly. The wolf was more than willing to oblige. Once she'd rolled back onto her back he tugged them smoothly down and off, admiring the smooth dark fur of her firm thighs and calves. Brigid chuckled then sat up suddenly, pushing him back onto his back and mounting his shin. Gentle fingers slid back his sheath and she marveled at the firm cock it held. Slowly she lapped at the shaft before taking it all into her mouth. Riley had called her the oral sex fairy and with good reason. Brigid gave remarkable head. The otter's head bobbed slowly up and down on the member earning a chorus of writhing moans from the wolf.
"Give me a chance too, Brigid." Liam whispered the words and she took the meaning easily. Her tail swished and she moved around and straddled his muzzle then leaned down to continue the attention on his cock. Liam moved the tail up and pressed his muzzled into the folds between her thighs, putting his lengthy canine tongue to good use. When his ears perked to Brigid's moans he knew he was on the right track. He lapped at her opening and tail hole. The former became quite moist very rapidly. Its juices practically dripped into the wolf's mouth. Only a little time passed before Brigid turned and mounted him. Her body was small and lithe from years of swimming and other sports. They kissed and could taste the flavors of one another on each's mouth. She whined and slid back taking his cock deep inside in a single stroke. The both moaned out. His thick shaft spread her wide and she loved ever inch of it. Brigid took up a rhythm and leaned back resting her palms on his thighs. She cried out as it pressed against her clit.
This wasn't enough though. She wanted it deep and she wanted it hard. Brigid grunted as she pulled herself off the throbbing member and Liam whined at being denied. When she fell to all fours facing away and presented the firm rear to him then glanced back with a look that was nothing short of pure lust he knew what to do and mounted her cramming his cock deep into her quivering wet hole. God! Her mind screamed. Something about his hard thrusts made her just want to scream out loud but she knew she couldn't. She didn't want to wake the others. Liam fucked her deeply, grunting and loving the feel of this tight otter wrapped so firmly around his member. He loved the way she sounded too, the strained grunted and near screams. Brigid squealed into the grass, using it to stiffle a scream as she came in a wash of hot fluid and feeling. The wolf felt her tighten considerably and groaned continuing to fuck her deep and rough. He patted her rear urgently as she moved forward turning around on her knees as he began to come himself. Brigid leaned in and took the cock into her mouth and suckled him just as before. Liam groaned out loudly as he dumped his load into her mouth. So much in fact it took her three swallows just to get it down. She let him go and purred as she drew back. The otter wiped her mouth with her arm and grinned, she was low on breath but still spoke calmly, "Told you I was a bad ottuh." Liam laughed and lay down with her. She smiled and hugged onto his arm.
They both were basking in the afterglow of the fierce session they'd just had when there was a sound. It was a whistle. A catcall and they both looked over to the outcrop of stones that made the rooms of the fallen abby. There sat five people, each with a beer and a big grin. Liam and Brigid blushed hotly and began to make for their clothes. One of the students laughed and set his beer down, stood then began to clap. Before long each of the students were giving them a standing ovation.