SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (87 page)

“So…what do you do out here in the wilderness?”

Malleus sat down against a hard cave wall and started carving his pocket knife with a rock.  “What did you do in your old home?”

“I don’t know.  Just sat around.  Thought about how much I wanted to leave.”

“That’s all anybody does.  They sit around and mope.  They bitch about their lives and then they cry about it and break things and scream about how the world sucks.  That’s just life.  And it doesn’t matter whether it’s in the wilderness or in the city.”

“That’s a pretty bleak outlook on life.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

“What about you?  Why are you here?  Did you run away from home?”

“I’ve
never
had a home,” Malleus said vengefully.

“So what, you were just born here?  Raised by wolves?”

“Yeah raised by bears.”

“And yet somehow you speak English.  Impressive.”

“Yeah my bear parents were kick ass.”

“I guess so,” Abigail said, staring at him in deep thought. 

“So where are you going to go when I take you back into town?”

“I don’t know.  The bus station I guess.  Although…I don’t have any money.”

“Well, you can’t stay here.  I’m not a fucking homeless shelter.”

“I know,” Abigail snarked back.  “You’re a lone wolf, right?”

“Yeah something like that.”

“Or is the correct expression a lone bear?”

Malleus caught Abigail staring at him, implying something or another.  “As far as you know, I’m a fucking monster, okay?  I could be a rapist or a serial killer.  So trust me when I tell you, you’re not safe staying with me.  I’m doing you a favor by getting you back to town with a normal human family.”

“I don’t have any family.  They’re dead to me.”

“Oh boo hoo,” Malleus griped.  “What because daddy didn’t buy you a pony?  Because your first car was returned to the lot?  Get real.  Your family may be retarded but they’re the best thing you have in this world.”

“Then I don’t want to be in this world!” Abigail said, standing up and making two fists.  “Do you know what it’s like Malleus to be beaten by your stepfather?  To have your mother constantly make excuses for him…and then for her to start taking her grief out on you?  To have a psycho bastard of a father and a complete mental case for a mother?  Do you know what that’s like?”

Malleus stared into Abigail’s fiery eyes and remained silent.

“I didn’t think so.”

Abigail stormed away, ready to find her own cave and start tearing her food to pieces without anyone’s help.

“Hey!” Malleus said. 

“What?”

“…If you want to take a bath there’s a pond about thirty feet to your left.”

“Oh…okay.”

“It’s up to you.  I don’t care.  But if you don’t, you know, you might attract vultures or something.”

“Jerko,” Abigail said with a sneer.

Malleus half-smiled and walked back into his cave.

*

Abigail did find the pond and took a long cold bath, washing her body and replenishing her mind of all bad memories.  It was one of the best baths she ever had, even better than the time she got to stay in a hotel room with her childhood friend.  It was independent.  Free.  Safe.  Even the animals she saw a distance away, seemed to silently respect her boundaries. 

The only thing she wasn’t sure about was how to dry her clothes.  She dumped her shirt, shorts and underwear into the pond after she was done bathing, but they weren’t drying too well not even in the sun.  She carried her soaked clothes back towards the cave, holding them in front of her womanly bits.

“Malleus?” she said loudly approaching the cave but stopping short of the entrance by several yards.  “Hello?”

“What?” his voice replied from inside the cave.

“I’m naked?”

“Oh yeah?”

“But don’t come out here!”

“Then why are you telling me?”

“Because…I was wondering if you had any spare sets of clothes.”

“Oh.”

“I want to let mine dry.”

“Yeah, I guess.  Just a minute.”

Malleus came out of the cave holding a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.  Still underdressed.  Still hulking around with those big muscles and those shredded pants.  “Now I got to do two sets of laundry to get rid of all your girl germs.”

“Very funny.”

She couldn’t help but smile at Malleus, admiring his chiseled body and the way it glistened in the sun. 

“What was that look?”

“Nothing.  Now can you please turn around while I get dressed?”

He laughed as he turned around.  “You guys in the city…so uptight about all that shit.  Makes no sense to us.  In the wild.  Everyone’s naked.  Everyone’s exposed.  Clothes are just part of our protection.  Our winter coat, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m new to the jungle way of life,” she said jumping into the jeans and then quickly stuffing on the shirt.   

“You get used to it.  Behold.”

Malleus smiled and dropped his pants, exposing not only his divine muscles but also his large cock, still only half-erect, along with a thin trail of pubic hair.

“Oh!” Abigail said, hiding her eyes.

“See?  No big deal.  In the wild, there’s no shame in being in your natural state.  No one to judge you or control you.  Just surviving.  Just living.  And just enjoying the fucking thrill that is life.”

“Uh huh…” she said, still covering her eyes and trying not to look.

Malleus laughed her shyness away.  “Hey look at me.”

“What?”

“Look at me.  Not down there,” he said with a grin.  “Look at my face.” 

She looked into her eyes and felt a thrill.  His eyes were sizzling and strong, his smile so intensely communicative.  He literally felt like a human animal, an evolved specimen that didn’t need anybody and answered to no one.

“What?”

“Rule number one, whether you’re living in the city or the wild.  Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are.  Whatever happened, it turned you into the animal you are now.  The strong and ferocious beast you must be to survive whatever comes today.  Leave all the past behind you.  You’re better than that.”

She smiled, a bit bashfully.  It might have been a more tender moment had his large dick not been flopping around.  Malleus was indeed unlike any other man she had ever met.  He seemed literally wild, a man oblivious to social norms.

“I’ll be in the cave if you need me,” he said, walking back inside.

Abigail looked around the cave, unsure of what to do or where to go.  She was freshly washed, restless and clueless as to where to go next.  All she really felt was an attraction to her new survivalist best friend.  A monster of a man who, as it turned out, really had a gentler side to him.  She hesitated, looking back and forth, and doing exactly what he suggested—expunging the past from her mind.  Embracing the jungle of today. 

And all she really felt at that moment, was a strong desire to talk to Malleus again.  He made her feel safe.  Comfortable.  Free and unashamed.  She walked into the cave until she found him, resting against a stone wall.  She caught him off guard and so he stood up quickly…until she realized she didn’t have anything bratty or needy to say.  She just stared at him, admiring his body and letting herself feel every new sensation.

“Abigail,” he said walking closer, still nude and emanating calm energy with every deep but silent breath he took. 

“Mm, hello.”

“Why did you come in here?”

“I dunno.”

“Come here,” he said strongly, extending his hand and inviting her closer.

She hesitated for a moment until his eyes enthralled her, calling her closer to his manly frame.  She walked slowly towards him, shyly at first, step by step until she waited in front of his face.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, stroking her face with his big hands.  He reached over and kissed her, as tenderly as her first boyfriend, but with a stronger, dominant power in his caress.  His lips were thick and hungry.  He didn’t kiss romantically but intensely, as if his entire being, all of his desire, were in his burning lips.  He let go of her kiss and put his hands through her hair. 

As if sensing her almost-virginal longing, he told her what he wanted and what she wanted to hear.  “Kiss my body.  Taste me.”  He guided her head to his chest, welcoming her face into his body, kissing a trail down from his middle chest to his firm stomach.  She kissed lower, below his belly and his hips, still a little nervous to touch his most intimidating appendage. 

“Touch it with your hands.  Feel my cock get big in your hands.”

“Huhhh…” she sighed gripping his ten-inch dick with both hands, barely squeezing the shaft with one and gently touching his tight cockhead with the other. 

“Take these off,” he said, reaching down and pulling the t-shirt arms above her head.  He raised it over her hands and then through it to the ground below.  He caressed her voluptuous bare breasts and then rubbed his hands across her shoulder and down to her belly.

He guided her up to a standing position and pushed her against the wall, pinning her hands roughly to the stone.  He kissed her breasts fervently, suckling each morsel of flesh and tasting her delicious skin.  He sucked her nipples hard, leaving each one stiffened as he popped it out of his mouth.  He grabbed her breasts firmly and lowered himself, squeezing her ribs and then caressing her curves down to her hips.  He tore at her jeans, eager to taste her intimacy.  She loved the feeling of roughhousing the loops, cramming the button through the hole and unzipping her with a fury. 

“You were right…it was no sense putting them on…” she said, biting her finger and giggling.  But her smile quickly turned into an open-mouthed groan, as he placed his soft lips right on his pubic hair kissing her tender spot right above her mound.

“Ohhhh…” she said, buckling from the intensity, and grabbing onto his hair. 

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, while taking both her fingers and palms into his much stronger hands.  She moaned in agony as she spread her legs apart, letting him devour her pussy, licking a hot trail up her lips, into her wetness and then firing up to her clit. 

“Ohhhh!  M-M-”

“Sshhhh…” he said, licking her clit and holding her firmly against the wall with his hands.

“Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!” she cried, biting her bottom lip as her pussy began rocking back and forth, riding his face with each thrust, but only giving him a straight line of tender nerve endings from her swelling clit down to her streaming pussy.  “Huhhh…gonna…make me…”

He suddenly let go of her hands and stood up.  She looked at his face full of burning desire, then looked down to his fully erect cock just aching to strike.  He lifted her leg into the air, leaning her against the wall as he penetrated her wet snatch, shoving himself deeper inch by inch. 

“Ohh!” she cried grabbing the protruding stones above her, holding onto to dear life as his cock pummeled her weakness, firing more inches into her slippery hole until he was fully immersed in her juice.

“Ohhh God that’s deep!” she cried, feeling his balls tickle her perineum.  He pulled himself out slowly and then stuffed his cock back in, building a slow and steady rhythm that took Abigail’s breath away.

“Ughhnn!” she said, panting and writhing all over the wall, hearing only their grunts echoing through the cave.  She deeply inhaled as she pulled his face closer to hers, smelling his musk as she hugged his neck.  She groaned aloud again, feeling their sweat mesh together as his hard chest vibrated against her breasts.  Every muscle was flexed as he powered himself deeper, then out then deeper again, plugging in her aching hole.

She started cumming as soon as she felt his cock spasming.  “Ohh God!” she screamed, grinding his cock as intensely as he thrust it until she felt his head starting to leak precum.  She waited to hear his long grunt and then quickly pulled his dick out of her at the last second, letting fire his cum into her neatly arranged strip of pubic hair.  But the sight of Malleus losing himself and firing his seed on her body was enough to finish her orgasm.  She inhaled deeply and grabbed her already tremoring pussy lips, her fingers positioned just right to bring about a clitoral orgasm.  She shook back and forth, loving the feeling of breathing hot breaths all over Malleus’ face and feeling her breaths returned to her.  His breathing was always deeper, always stronger and a bit more ferocious.  He was downright beastly when he fucked, but it was everything she wanted from a wild and untamed lover.

The two collapsed to the floor, sucking in air and recovering from the shot of love hormones, dripping from their pores.  Malleus fell first, welcoming Abigail into his body as a pillow, leaving her red-flushed face drooling all over his firm pectorals.  

“Ohhh…ohhh…” she cried, calming herself and kissing his chest in excitement.

“I’m glad you took care of things,” he huffed.  “You should know something about me,” he said with a wheezy smile.  “I have no control over my desires.”

“I figured,” she said with a cool smirk.