Chapter 3667 Love Beyond Borders(Incest/Taboo Fuck):>Ep3
- "Yes," the older - but significantly smaller - of the two admitted. "But I belong by your side, in this life and the next." A pause. "Speaking of reckless.." Her heart-shaped lips were upon her brother's in the next moment - and for the first time ever, the two siblings kissed like lovers would. It was a careful one, Maeve cautious that Cillian might reject her until he'd come to terms with what had been denied them until now. But when their lips parted again - and they looked upon each other in the dark room down on the orlop deck - it was as if they were struck by a spell. With a wanton moan, she kissed him again; this time more forcefully, her tongue slipping between his lips and engaging with his own, hands clasping around his face to keep it steady. To feel his skin on her fingertips. His own fingers tangled in her long sun-bleached hair, and for a second they both forgot their surroundings entirely.
- "I have never wanted anything so badly as I want you," she said as she pressed her forehead against his. Cillian was still struggling to come to terms with the entire situation, and she could tell, so she continued. "But I didn't come here so that we could meet our end together after sharing a passionate moment. We're going to escape. Which means I am going to need a disguise." With those words, she gave Cillian an affectionate peck on the cheek before moving away from him slightly, her slender fingers grasping the edges of his linen shirt. She inspected it closely. "I need a soldier's uniform. One that covers as much skin as possible, but not too tight so that my curves are shown, and positively with a hood. Anything that makes it easier to hide my feminine features."
- Cillian considered her words carefully. The 200 men under Sir Oisin's command had been collected from around the isles like cabbage ripe for harvest, with great haste and little planning involved. It had all been done over the course of less than a week, as quick deployment of more men was what the Lords hoped would turn the tides of war back into their favour. Most of them were therefore likely to be nameless faces to the commander, and so perhaps Maeve could blend in if she simply managed to look boyish enough. However, one proper look at her face and it was abundantly clear that she was anything but. Maeve's beauty could not be measured, and her ample bottom and short stature were not going to help with selling the illusion.