SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (95 page)

“Ohhh!  Oh Prince!  That feels good.”

“I know…I don’t know why…but I just want to suck them.  Caress them…”

“Yes!  Please.  Suck my nipples…”

He did as she instructed and then fell to the floor, his lips still sucking in her sensitive breasts, taken away by the sheer intensity of their primal attraction.  He had never felt attraction like this.  He had never felt this kind of life-threatening taboo.  He felt as if he needed her.  To not bite her, drink her and lick her would kill him. 
Is this a human thing
?  He had to wonder.

“Ohh God!  Your breath is so hot…it’s burning my nipples!”

It was.  His body temperature was well above 98.6 degrees and whenever he put his breath and his teeth to her breasts, it felt like candle wax all on its own.  She shuddered at the temporary pain but then sighed in relief as the cool air returned to her, sending a jolt of sensation.  Her nipples were stiffening up so hard; the Prince couldn’t help but reach out and pinch them, treating them like buttons.

“Ohhh yes!  That feels so good.  Pinch them.  Make it hurt…”

He pinched both nipples at the same time, until Amy squealed and shook, her face turning read from a mini-orgasm, just from squeezing her sensitive breasts.

As lovely as touching her breasts felt, the Prince wanted to touch more of her body.  He wanted to touch her everywhere, inside and out, and to feel her gradually increasing body temperature; her warm mountains of feminine flesh the most erotic thing he had ever touched, the boldest experiment he ever allowed himself to have.

Amy was unsatisfied too.  She seemed to have the most aching in her loins.  She took off her shorts and panties, and let him look at her pubic hair up close—his face right on top.  She guided his face to her pink crevices, he thought, the most beautiful human skin he had ever seen.  Her vagina was perfectly shaped; immaculately measured folds and just the right level of wetness.

At least for now.
 

Because the more he kissed her special pink folds, the wetter Amy became.  He became intoxicated as he realized that he was making her lubricate. 

“You’re getting so wet,” he said, making sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“It’s good…it’s good…” she cried in heat.  “You’re making my pussy feel good.”

“I feel…hard.  Very hard.  Like I’ve never felt before.  I want you.  I need you!”

“Take these off,” Amy said, barely able to speak, already anticipating the size of his alien cock.

The Prince unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.  No underwear, just manhood.  He stood twelve inches, erect and burning with veins of virginal desire.  His pubic hair was a darker shade of blue and his testicles were “blue” all right, filled to the very edge and puffed up hard like golf balls.  His lower abdomen muscles were stone-hard, with sprinkles of hair appearing all the way up to his chest. 

Amy unbuttoned his shirt, exposing more of his bare chest and hulking muscles.  His rocky sick pack, his granite-like pectorals.  He was a huge man, and yet had the gentle nature of a poet.  

“I’ve never felt this feeling before,” he said, touching his own penis in selfish pleasure for the first time.

“Oh God, yes,” Amy said in a throaty voice.  “Stroke it for me.  Make it hard so I can see it.”

He stroked his cock up and down, squeezing the shaft and making it thicker in girth.  “I want to put myself inside of you.  Deep.  Into your wet hole.”

“Uh huhh…” she said, touching his monstrous cock with her tiny fingers.  “Do whatever you feel.  Push it in me.  Deep.”

He shoved her down to the floor and spread her legs, making sure her lips were wide enough to accommodate his super-large member.

Amy blushed and swooned, aroused at the unexpected thought of:
I need a condom…oh no wait…I don’t.  I want him to cum inside of me.

He put his arms down over her shoulders and positioned himself for entry. 

“Ohhhh OHHH OHHH!” Amy shrieked, taking his massive cock inch by inch, very carefully, and slowly.

“Ohhhh…so wet.  That feels so good…”

“Ohh my God you have such a huge cock!”

“Ugnnnhhh…”

He didn’t know what he was doing exactly, but just as Amy said, it all came natural to him when he simply expressed what he felt.  All he really desired was to shove his hard member into her wet hole and break the strong aching sensation that seemed to be locking his veins.  He felt pressure building up—that must be the semen.  Human fertilization, the old fashioned way, was raw.  Intense.  Vulgar and disgusting…and yet so sublime.  So addictive and joyous. 

Even as he entered her, rocking back and forth as he pumped it in and out of her slippery pussy, he felt emotional.  He wanted to scream.  He wanted to cry.  He wanted to roar in victory.  It was almost comparable to a battle kill, that level of excitement, but uniquely different.  Filling her hole and hearing her scream in surrender, wetting herself and drenching his cock in her lubricant made him feel masculine.  Dominant.  In control, even while he was losing his control.  It made no logical sense but it was damned good.

“Ahhhh!  My breathing is escalating out of control…”

“Ahhh!  Ahhh!  I think you’re going to cum!”

“What?”

“Cum, cum in me!”

“What does that mean?”

He didn’t feel any release imminent but she sure started losing all control of her limbs.  Amy shifted back and forth, her pussy swallowing up more of his hard cock while her breasts bounced.  The sight of her convulsing breasts drew him nearer and he sucked her big erect nipples again, feeling another pang of passion.

“Ohhhh God!  Oh fuck!”

“What is fuck?”

“Ohhhh fuck!  Fuck!” Amy screamed, grabbing his head and pushing it deeper in between her sweating breasts. 

“Oh God!  Prince, you’re going to make me cum.”

“What do you mean?  I thought I was going to…”

“Nooo!  Women can cum too!”

“How?”

“Like this!” she screamed, her face shaking and heaving as if death had come over her.  Her body vibrated and her legs squeezed his hips with every bit of muscle she had.  Everywhere went tense—even her pussy hole seemed to clench his cock tight, wrestling with it, and daring it to explode.

“Ohhhh I’m cumming!  I’m cumming!” she screamed, unleashing a tidal wave of lubricant all over his dick. 

“Whaa-?”

He wasn’t sure what happened, but the intensity of feeling a beautiful woman wet herself and transfer that energy to him was enough to make him lose all control.

He felt his pelvis quaking and his aching hard member become even more incensed—like it was imploding from the inside.  “Ohhh…I think this is it,” he said, taking in a big inhale.  “Ohhhh this is too much.  I can’t…I can’t hold it anymore…”

Prince Radiant grabbed Amy’s tummy and throttled her body with hip shaking power.  He cried out to the ceiling, his eyes shutting in agony, and his sweat dripping fast.  He couldn’t stop squeezing Amy’s body—so lustily craving her touch, so madly desiring to possess her shape, to fondle her every crevice.

“Ohhh it’s coming out!”

“Yessss!” Amy screamed, widening her legs so he could shoot more volume out—as much as the big boy needed to. 

“Ohhhhh!” he screamed, watching his penis shaking and firing away loads of semen into her hole, each spurt feeling like a death wound that robbed him of all energy and will. 

“Aahhhh!” he cried again, still rapid-firing cum into her, staring at her wet pubic patch—another sight that caused him to summon up more volume in pure, uninhibited expulsion. 

“Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!” Amy sang in thanks, feeling those monstrous sperm cells clobber her egg, and for sure impregnating her in a hurry. 

“Oh Amy,” the Prince gasped.  “What did we go?  That was…intense.”

The Prince was still hard, but gradually weakening.  He felt awkward and decided to pull his still leaking cock out of her snatch, eyeing her wetness in curiosity.  Such strange organs the humans had.  But his species had the same.  Why did they suppress it and switch over to automated procreation?  It literally seemed as if they just wanted to deprive themselves of the joy of love—the act of lovemaking.

“Oh Jesus,” Amy said.  “I can feel it…I already feel…weird.  I’m going to have a baby.”

“Do you have the consent you need now?” the Prince asked with a smile.

“Yes.  But…you are taking me home?”

“Well…” the Prince sighed.  “Not exactly.  After committing this unnatural and illegal act, I’m probably going to be barred from the empire.  Just the surveillance footage alone would incriminate us.”

“Ohh…” Amy said with a nervous grin.  “Accidental sex tape star.”

“So…I take it alien-human relationships are not accepted on earth, either?”

“No, not really.”

“Then it looks like we’re going to have to search for another solar system that’s friendly to our kind of
love
.”

Amy smiled.  The man was so clueless and charming about all matters of love.  Love didn’t happen overnight.  Not even a baby together could create love by force.  But maybe her hard cynicism could be cured by the Prince’s earnest and logical devotion.  She knew, as she stared into his excited eyes, that the man was a good catch.  Kind, powerful, naïve and yet unpretentious in every way—even while rejecting all male stereotypes with prejudice.  He was also hung like a space probe.

Amy wasn’t sure what the future held.  But as long as she could have a baby with him, her knight in shining armor, her intergalactic savior, somehow tomorrow seemed much more hopeful than yesterday.

THE END

Knocked up by the Outlaw

Chapter 1

"Jenna, I understand your need for human companionship. I'm willing to let us have an open marriage for now and see how it goes. I am gone for long periods of time and get that you need more than I can offer when I'm not around. My only rules are no males in our bedroom. You can go to their house, but keep them out of our bed we share." Kyle stared at his wife of three years, and rubbed his chin.

She'd admitted to wanting a divorce because the urge to cheat was overwhelming for her because he was always gone and she was constantly fantasizing about men and sex.

"Are you serious?" She asked, shocked.

"Yes, I love you. I want to see you happy, and I don't want to get a divorce." He told her. He walked over and grabbed Jenna's chocolate hand in his own and brought a firm kiss to her lips. "I married you. I love you, I won't give you up without a fight, or a compromise. I'm not unreasonable."

"Are you planning on having love affairs too?" Jenna hesitated, not sure she wanted the answer.

"I don't know. There are times I have been tempted over the years, but I haven't given in. If I give you permission, I'm guessing it should go both ways." He answered her.

"Okay," Jenna said, blinking at him for a moment while thinking the situation through. It would make their life a lot easier if they both had blanket permission to see other people and still could have their relationship intact.

"I love you Jenna, and I don't want us to ruin our marriage simply because I'm gone for long periods of time. I can share you if you are willing to be open to it, I just need to know that 'us' will always come first even if we have other partners." He told her.

"I can agree to that I think." Jenna said, still reeling from the shock. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, realizing that everything she'd planned on telling him, packing her things, leaving, she didn't have to do.

He'd offered her an alternative that she never thought he'd do.

"I love you Kyle, I hope you know that." Jenna told him.

He nodded at her. "I do know that, which is why I know you wanting a divorce is a significant thing. It's not fair that I'm never home or here for you. I understand you need human connection and I know I promised you I'd always be here for you, but with my job I just can't be here sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. You deserve more than that."

Kyle walked over to his beautiful curvy wife and gathered her in his arms. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him for a moment before pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

"This is also probably not a good time to tell you that I need to leave again. The construction of the new hospital in South America isn't going well and I need to go down there and make sure they get it up and running on time." He told her.

"I wish you could take a different job sometimes." Jenna said feeling sad.

Kyle rubbed her back gently. "I know you, but you and I both know this job makes me happy, and makes good money. It's not worth leaving and losing the job and financial security we have."

"I know, we have a nice life, I just sometimes think having you around would be giving it up." Jenna told him bluntly.

"I know you do." Kyle said and went to kiss her on the lips.

Jenna turned to him and kissed him back, pressing her large breasts that he loved so much against his chest.