Fueled by her special love song, you mate with Fiona.

Waiting for Fiona to get off of your lap, you buckle you belt, then cover your manhood as best as you can. Next, you walk with Fiona out of the royal study, and over to your bed chamber in a relatively brisk walk. Along the way, you can hear the sounds of others inside the castle mating, although it is hard to tell if Fiona was able to get Cielina and Devona to have fun with each other...intimately. Regardless, you enter your bed chamber, and lock the door once Fiona is inside. Turning, you watch the Gaelic woman walk to your bed, and move to sit at the center, not bothering to remove her knee-high boots. She licks her lips, watching you undress, and begins to play the particular love song that you requested earlier. She watches your manhood grow to its full erection, licking her lips in between the singing of the corresponding lyrics. When she reaches a break in the singing part, you join her on your bed, laying on your back at first, while she re-position herself on your lap, letting you feel her warm petals against your shaft. You sit up, and start to plant kisses on her neck, as you reach around her, and start to loosen her vest, until you can part it open, and expose her ample breasts.

Fiona continues to play, as you start to play with her breasts, fondling her soft mounds, and feeling her light brown nipples. She lets out a soft moan, pressing her hips hard against yours, and letting you feel the increasing amount of heat coming between her legs. It isn't long before she lifts her body up, and turn around to face you, continuing to play along the way. She stops playing for a moment, to reach down and grab your shaft, keeping it straight, as she lowers herself onto you. Fiona winces as the tip of your shaft press against her virgin barrier, feeling the pain of the penetration go away when you break through, and penetrate deep inside of her. You start slowly and gently, pushing your hips up against her own, as she works on finishing the song. All the while, you work your hands around her arms, cupping and fondling her soft breasts, as they bounce in your hands with each thrust. Once she's done playing, she takes your hands away, so that she can give you the mandolin, for you to set it safely aside. As you do that, she removes her vest, letting you see her ample breasts in their full splendor, with small, tight areolae of a light brown color, and nipples that are small, but perky when fully erect, as they are now.

Fiona now takes your hands, and place them on her breasts, as she begins to bounce up and down your length at a pretty fast pace. Every now and then, she lets out a good moan, grinding down hard on your hips on occasion, riding you pretty rough. When you feel you're ready to change position, you stop to loosen her own belt, and remove it. Then you slide her kilt down her legs, and off her feet, exposing her thick patch of red pubic hair to you. She's only kept the hairs on her pelvis, but keeps the area around her petals shaved. Fiona smiles, watching you work to untie, then remove her boots. You find a couple of Gaelic woads on her ankles, with the woad of a horse on one ankle, and the woad of a dragon on the other.

"Do you like me woads, m'lord?" Fiona asks you. "They're the primary Gaelic deities of me parents, although many of me people are starting to convert to 'The Order of Holy Light'."

"I like your woads, Fiona." You tell her.

"Me glad, m'lord." She replies. "Me hope ye like giving the rough stuff. Me mother loved it when me father was a little rough with her while mating."

You move into a doggy position with Fiona, entering her from behind. At first, you move slowly, grabbing her hips to keep her in place. As time goes on, with a little help from her urging, you increase both the speed, and the intensity, until it is just the way she wants it--fast and rough. Fiona moans more frequently, as you take her, only to hear her moan real loud, when you drive her hard to her climax. Upon reaching it, she shudders, her petals milking your shaft hard, as a dabble of her juices oozes down your length. She slides you out, catching her breath, grabbing her mandolin from the side of the bed, and plays again. Almost immediately, you feel yourself become reinvigorated, as the magic of the song takes effect. Fiona lays on the bed as she continues to play, spreading her legs for you, so that you can slide back in. You keep it gentle at first, letting her play through the song, and safely set her mandolin aside, before making it hard and fast again. Fiona doesn't hold back this time, crying out loud, and saying hot, erotic things to you. You wait for her to climax again, before you spoon her, and take her in that position. When she climax in the spooning position, you take her from the side, with one leg propped on your shoulder. You do your best to hold back your own climax, taking her in the missionary position again. So when you finally decide to spurt, you slide out fast, and aim the tip of your shaft at her thick pubic patch, and release your seeds onto it. Fiona smiles, watching you spurt, and then pulls you up to her, so that she can kiss you hard and deep.

"I still have enough energy left to give you one more dose of pleasure." You tell her.

"Mmmm, ye do, m'lord?" Fiona replies, breathing heavily.

You nod, and move to lick and suck her nipples hard. Fiona moans at the feel of your lips and tongue on her nipples, only to feel your fingers slide into her petals. When you find her sweet spot inside of her petals, you rub it fast, making Fiona squirm underneath you, and cry out loud again.

"Aaaaaaaahhh, m'lord!" Fiona cries out. "Me...me can't hold it....much....longer!"

She lets out one good intimate cry, before she climaxes hard. She arches underneath you, shuddering from the effects of the hard climax. Looking up at you, she smiles, and kisses you once more, as you slide your wet fingers out.

"No more tonight, please." Fiona speaks in a now exhausted voice. "Me too worn out to play, much less mate with ye."

You nod, and position yourself to sleep. Smiling, Fiona rests her head on your chest, humming a slumber tune, to help herself, and you fall into a good, deep sleep. It would not be until the following morning, to see the effects of her songs, in the form of royal personnel and guests working on weak legs, and very limited rest.