The Horny Leprechaun by Nikita King Read Free Book Online

 
     
    The Horny Leprechaun 1
     
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    Nikita King
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    Copyright 12/21/2012 by Nikita King
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    Edited by:  Karen T. Brissette
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    Proofed by:  Greta Maloney
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    Warnings:  This story contains oral sex, forced seduction, and anal sex.  All characters are eighteen and above.  Adult content!
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    We are finally here , she thought as her plane landed on the tarmac. Ireland! Even as a little girl she had wanted to come here. As her childhood slipped by and she got older, Karen still fantasized about Ireland, but for different reasons. Maybe it was all the beautiful pictures she had seen of the land. Maybe it was due to all those damn Highlander books she had read. But, nevertheless, she talked her two girlfriends from work into going along with her. She had saved up all last year to go on vacation. This vacation. Her dream!
    They had reservations at a beautiful bed and breakfast in a remote town of Ireland. When you looked out the window, you just saw rolling green landscape and beautiful green trees stretching on for miles. Green, everywhere. Heavenly! Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will go for a hike to enjoy the land.
    The next morning Karen was getting ready for her hike. She was ready to become one with nature. Her two girlfriends had decided to go into town to shop. That was fine with her; she usually liked to be alone while she went hiking. This time of year, mid-summer, was the best time to visit the Emerald Isle. July and August are the traditional holiday months in Ireland and resorts are crowded and noisy with tourists, but she had been lucky to find this little gem of a B&B. It was off-route, remote, with a spectacular view.
    The wood s were beautiful. Karen had always loved the thought of Ireland. Ireland reminded her of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. With all the fairies and fey, who could say if the woods were magical? There was only one way to find out.
    She started her hike. She was looking at a huge stag eating the grass and then she spotted a rainbow. How beautiful , she thought. Laughing to herself, she wondered if she followed it, would she find a pot of gold? “Why not?” she mumbled. She walked in the same direction the stag had gone. She walked for hours, it seemed, until she saw the rainbow starting to trail off inside a cave.
    “Don’t pussy out now, Karen ,” she said to herself. Walking into the cave was magical and intimidating all at once. It was breathtaking. The walls had a bit of a golden tint. Wait, were those gold flecks in the wall? She went up to the wall as she pulled her flashlight out of her backpack. Yep! It was exactly what she thought. Gold!! “Huh, maybe that’s the reason the rainbow led here.”
    Looking around the cave she thought she could see a little patch of light softly glowing in the depths of the cave. Turning off her flashlight , Karen mustered up her courage and followed the glow. As she was walking deeper into the cave she started to notice it expanding out a little. Then a little more until she came to a big dome in the center of the cave. She was fascinated. It looked as though someone might have lived here.
    There was simple furniture in the room with lots of silks draped over things. It was act ually kind of pretty. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. In the middle of the room was a waist-high level pot of gold. Real gold coins! She couldn’t believe her eyes. She dipped her hands inside. She had never seen anything like it. She cupped her hands and let the coins fall through her fingers like a child finding a pirate’s treasure.
     
    “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Shocked and a little frightened, Karen quickly turned around and saw a little man about four or five feet tall. He was actually rather good-looking in a creepy, scary-ass kind of way. He had dark red hair with a dark red beard which was nicely trimmed, she noticed. He was short. Not too short. He came up to about her chin. Sure, Karen was petite herself, all of