Fiona - The swordswoman shows her bardess side.

It is not until after dinner, that one of Fiona's staff members walks over to you. He is a fine, young man, dressed in the Gaelic garbs of a servant. His light brown hair goes down to hi shoulders, but he is cleanly shaven. He directs you to the royal study, where you hear the sounds of music, as you make your approach. Upon entering the royal study, you find the Gaelic woman, Fiona. You watch as her fingers deftly pluck the strings of a mandolin, as she sits gracefully on the chaise. Fiona leaves nothing to the imagination, in her traditional Gaelic wear. The female kilt, in the colors of her family heritage, is cut to about mid-thigh, letting you see her shapely legs, down to the knee-high boots. A belt holds the kilt on her waist, with a metallic buckle at the front, bearing her family's crest. She has no shirt on, just a brown leather vest that hugs her torso like a second skin, and pushes up her ample breasts, to give a good cleavage. Her wavy red hair goes all the way down to her waist, while her green eyes look up at you, soft and shiny. Her full lips let out a smile, as she continues to play a Gaelic tune, while you sit down and listen.

"Good eve, m'lord." Fiona tells you, her rich Gaelic voice filling the royal study. "I trust that ye had a good dinner?"

"Indeed, Fiona." You tell her. "Is playing music with your mandolin how you like to pass the time?"

"Aye." She replies. "Me mother is a bard herself. Me father first met her when she was returning to Gaelica from her travels. While they did nae fall in love immediately, he enjoyed her tales alot. She is also a great fighter herself, something she had to learn while on the roads, to defend herself."

"Was that how they fell in love?" You ask her.

"Aye." She tells you. "Me people have been raiding the mainland for centuries, much like thee Amazons. However, much like Cielina, me father began to see how much tougher it was for me people to raid, as the defenders received better weapons, armor, and anti-siege equipment. Of course, some of me people objected to his quest for change. So when me saw a few men try to stab him from behind, me saw them, and warned him. That's when me jumped into the fray. I did nae kill them meself, just cut them enough to disable their will to fight. Me mandolin is nae me original. Me smashed it over one of the assassin's head. That was when we started to fall in love. It did nae take long for them to conceive me, the night after they got married."

"It must be hard for your people to make such a transition." You tell her.

"It still is, m'lord." Fiona tells you, strumming her mandolin along the way. "Yer people have yet to realize that it was not me clan that led the last raid on The Goldfields. It was by other Gaelic clans that still wanted to keep raiding, or they would have seen a much bigger ****, and likely more widespread destruction. Yet, me can understand their dissent against me and me people, and me can see why ye wanted me to go out there, and help them rebuild, as well as build the seaside fortress."

"I understand, Fiona." You tell her. "You say your mother used to travel, before she fell in love with your father. Did she go to any exotic places?"

"She visited Themyscira and thee Thessian Amazons a few times." Fiona replies. "Me do nae know if that influenced Cielina's decisions to come this far north. She also went to Al-Anashab a few other times, as well as places far beyond what is marked on yer maps. If me was to add it to yer maps, ye would see just how vast our world is, with places and things that not many here would discover, other than from the traders that uses yer trade roads."

"That would be nice of you, Fiona." You tell her.

"Good." She tells you. "Me will do that, when me not so busy with the tasks ye given me. In the meantime, how about me play a few tunes fer ye."

You nod and shift your body into a more relaxed position, watching as Fiona starts to play a few Gaelic tunes with the mandolin. Your ears pick up her rich Gaelic accent, as the lyrics of her tales come in their respective native languages--primarily the old Gaelic tongue. Those tunes have no magic touch to them, not until she takes a sip of a light wine, that she speaks to you once more.

"Me mother taught me this next song." Fiona tells you. "She says it can get some couples to mate, or get others to pair up and mate."

"Oh?" You ask her. "How can a song do that?"

"It's just the magic in the notes, and the lyrics that are sung." Fiona tells you, giggling. "Other songs can have different effects. However, fer them to work, they need to be played perfectly. One missed note or word, and they may not work at all."

"Go ahead and play one." You tell her. "I just hope you don't get everyone to make out with someone they're not supposed to be with."

"Me could play it near Cielina and Devona, and they could settle their differences," Fiona tells you, "if even for just one night."

Fiona lets out a light giggle, and then calms down. She begins to strum the strings of the mandolin, doing her best to get every note, every word of the apparent love song right. At first, you don't feel any effects at all. However, as the song continues to play, you start to feel your heart race, and your body begin to get aroused. It takes a hold of Fiona herself, as she shifts her body until she is sitting on your lap, with her back to your face. As she takes a break from singing, but continues to play the music, you reach down and carefully lift the back end of her kilt . Fiona feels you pull the material off of her skin, and responds by wiggling her butt against your lap. She then takes her plucking hand away from her mandolin, and slides it underneath her kilt, lifting her butt so that she can find your belt, and use the motion of her fingers to signal that she wants you to loosen it. You do that, and then do the same with the strings of your pants. She then works your shaft free, as she settles back down on your lap, brushing the length of you against her thick patch of pubic hair, with her kilt covering your exposed shaft. Her hand goes back to the mandolin, where she continues to play, but she turns her head so that you can kiss her. You kiss her lips, only for her to lock her lips with yours, and keep the kiss going. After awhile, she stops playing, and gently breaks the kiss. That's when your ears pick up the sounds of others mating.

"See what me mean, m'lord?" Fiona tells you. "If done correctly, magic songs can have a strong effect, both in times of peace, and in times of battle. Sometimes, it can turn the tide of a battle."

"Sounds like something to think about." You tell her. "Do you have any more such love songs to play?"

"Me do, m'lord." Fiona replies. "Me have one that can revitalize listeners, and help their mating last longer. Me mother played it once fer me father. She said that its effect was so great, that they mated well into the following morning. Neither of them were able to do much fer the next few days. Ye don't want to happen, do ye?"

"If you have to, Fiona," you tell her, "just make it so that it lasts through the night, not well into the day."

"Me can do that, m'lord." Fiona tells you, with a good laugh, pressing your length against her warm, dry petals. "Besides, me like the feel of ye against me loins."