The Voyeur, no more.

Dani delicately grabbed one of its writhing members. The Fomorian jumped at the touch. She held it firmly, and closed her mouth around its bulbous, veiny head. Jessica rose up to her knees, and took one of its other cocks into her mouth as well. The two gorgeous redheads kneel there before it, sucking it off as jism ran down their thighs and soaked into the ground at their knees. The creature roared in delight, its eyes blinking rapidly. Long, wiry fingers twined into Jessica's hair and stroked her head affectionately. Dani was staring at the single eye in the middle of its long phallus as she bobbed her head back and forth. She rubbed its powerful legs. She couldn't believe it, but she was really enjoying this. She looked over at her Aunt who sucked vigorously, lustily...

Its long, thin finger stroked Dani's face as if she were a long lost lover returning after years of separation. She gently stroked the third cock that stood writhing between the two women. Jessica added her hand to its impressive length, each girl stroking in a different direction so their hands met at the eye briefly and then pumped back toward the ends. Dani's cunt was soaking wet, yearning to be filled. She couldn't help it. It was then that she remembered the myth. Despite its warped appearance, this creature was, at one time, a Fertility spirit. She felt a cinnamon-hot drop of cum fall into her mouth, and all of its eyes turned to look at her.

Her mind exploded. She was transported to a realm of water of green. It wasn't the Ireland you see on a postcard. This one was beheath it, or more appropriately, behind it. If you could peel back the wallpaper of reality, it would be there, shimmering. She looked around, her mouth still firmly encircling its cock. Everything was beautiful, including it. It was tall and dark skinned, long flowing black hair with spiral tattoos where the eyes were in the other world. Angular features over an Angelic face. It didn't have three cocks here, just one long, throbbing thing covered in blue spiral tattoos. Dani felt a small orgasm shudder through her. She sucked vigorously, pulling it into her mouth with her lips and tongue and hands. Its head tilted back, and it sighed a deep, rich sigh of contentment.

Behind it, however, she saw something else. Ships. Ships on the shoreline of such size and beauty that she wept. From them, the saw men and women, impossibly tall and beautiful, pouring over the sides. They held spears and swords. She glance around. Creatures, such as the one she was sucking, were running desperately away from the beach. Arrows cut them down as they ran, and the warriors speared them where they crawl away. Dani cried at the slaughter. Next, they were on a boat sailing across the sea at night. A terrible storm wracked the vessel. A dozen wounded and bloody creatures huddled on the deck. She glanced around again. A shoreline, the shoreline not a thousand yards behind her, lay in the mist.

Now, the scene morphed. She felt time pass. One by one, the creatures left or died, becoming legends and monsters for the natives. They were hunted so the local braves could show their manhood. The creature her mouth was entertaining was the worst off, as it couldn't fight back due to its nature. The creature was changing, growing eyes in its paranoia. It bred with captured Indian women, creating a small army to protect itself. The natives began to fear it, and believe in it, and the tales they told shaped it, warped it. Its teeth became broken toenails, its once beautiful hair fell away, and its dark, rich skin became mottled and gray. It wallowed here, in the dark and the muck, and went insane.

When the Reilly's came, they brought their Sidhe, their family spirit comprised of their juice and spit and blood and cum, with them. The battle was ferocious, leaving both sides nearly destroyed.

Suddenly, she snapped back to the present. The sickening smells of the crypt overpowered her. The foul taste of its wretched cock in her mouth gagged her, and she pulled away. It held the back of her head, and forced her mouth back onto its twitching member. Its eyes stared at her as it ground into her mouth. "Whatever it was, it isn't that anymore." she thought as more cinnamon-hot drops of tingling cum oozed out of it. She then realized that she had been fingering herself wildly, dripping with wetness. Her clit pulsed and throbbed. It grabbed both of them by their hair, and with all of its unearthly eyes, looked at them.