“Oh, Hurok.” She groaned into his ear. “Your spear… your cock… it’s so big… and so damned hard… oh, I can never settle for anything less after this.”
Hurok grinned at her and then kissed her on the lips as his cock plunged in deep. She took his tongue greedily into her mouth, the taste of wild berries and her own juices excited her. The massive tribal warrior held her over himself by her hips and slammed his cock in and out of her with rapid, powerful thrusts. Her body shuddered and her mind went into rapture. His immense strength excited her in ways she had never been before. This was how it felt to be taken by a man. A real, powerful man who knew what it took to pleasure a woman. She wanted to own him, take charge of all of him and her aching pussy clenched down with savage force on his oversized organ.
Marlene bounced her plush creamy buttocks on his dark thunderous thighs. She matched his deep and powerful upward thrusts. The squelching sound of their brazen union added to her state of carnal arousal. Hurok increased the urgency of his foot-long hardness sliding in an out of her dripping pussy and she felt his breath quicken. Every inch of his cock filled her, stretched her wide and she kissed him all over his face and neck with wild animalistic passion. Her legs tightened around Hurok’s muscular waist and she moaned with wanton lust as he squeezed the soft, yielding flesh of her plush buttocks with his iron hard fingers. He grunted like a ferocious beast as his cock seemed to get even bigger deep inside her. She sensed instinctively that he was going to discharge his hot seed deep inside her at any moment.
She welcomed that possibility with renewed lust and triggered her second powerful orgasm with a real man’s big hard cock stretching her wide. She hugged him tight and whimpered as her entire body shook with ecstatic bliss. Marlene’s heart pounded hard against her chest and her taut, sensitive nipples brushed against his smooth muscular chest. The sensation enhanced the euphoric release from between her quaking thighs. She moaned out loud and raked her nails across his rock hard muscularity. She wept and whimpered as desire and the fulfillment of it sent her mind into a spell of delirium.
Her eyes closed and her mind in blissful turmoil, Marlene could just die now, so fulfilled and content she was. Then her eyes shot open wide as she felt the heat of his explosive release deep inside her. She couldn’t believe how good it felt as his thick cock pumped her with his hot seed. It splashed in hot abrupt spurts; so many times she lost count. Her husband was done in less that five seconds, but Hurok seemed to be a never ending flood. Everything about this man was perfect. She could never consider ever letting her husband come close to her any more after this.
“I don’t think Percival even knows where I am right now, does he?” She asked out loud even as her pussy sucked out the last few drops of the dark man’s virile seed.
His dark eyes studied her face and she saw kindness there, and caring, along with the unabashed lust. Her husband had never looked at her that way, ever, in the two years they had been married. She was just a trophy for him to display to his friends and rivals, just as it was with all the other ones that decorated his walls. He wouldn’t care if she never returned to him. He had enough resources to find another trophy wife to display. He could buy himself a few more if he wished. She had never meant anything more than that to Percival Scott Devlin, the great white hunter. So why should he mean anything to her. Their marriage was just a show, a sham to feed his own ego. She didn’t need to toe that line anymore.
“I want to live here, Hurok. With you.” She told the powerful man who still stood tall and straight with his rock hard erection embedded deep inside her. “I’m never going back to my husband and the sterile life he has for me.”
His eyes gleamed in the pale twilight and she saw a glint of understanding in them. He smiled and kissed her lips again. Then he gently pulled out of her, and instantly she felt the vacuum he left behind. She shivered and felt suddenly abandoned. She wanted him to be inside her and never leave her. She felt bizarrely safe and protected by this strange man in this world full of danger and death.
Marlene’s legs wobbled as he placed her down on the ground. Their little encounter had left her weak and exhausted and that made her further marvel at the strength and power of this ebony hued man-god. He had made love to her, for what seemed like hours, standing with her on top of him all the while. That was something her husband could never have done. She sighed deeply; her husband could never ever do anything that Hurok could. She looked at herself as she trembled. Naked from the waist down, with another man’s hot semen trickling down her thighs with her own juices, Marlene had never felt more alive in her life. She tore off what remained of her blouse and stood completely naked before her new and so-called uncivilized lover. She experienced more care and attention from him than she did her own husband.
Hurok picked up her dirtied skirt and held it out wide before him. He gestured at the deep rending in the cloth caused by the lioness that had attacked her. She gasped at the horrific memory of that near death experience. Her savage lover ducked back behind a copse of trees and returned with what looked like a leg of some antelope. He then proceeded to let the blood from it drip onto her torn skirt. Her eyes lit up with realization of what he was doing. He stood up and she smiled at him, letting him know that she was aware of his intention and that she approved it whole heartedly.
Marlene didn’t really want to how her husband would react when Hurok would show him the blood stained remnants of her garments. It would break her heart to witness his predictable apathy. She was, after all, nothing more than a showpiece for him and there were many more of those for him to acquire whenever he needed. She nodded at Hurok and he gestured at a waterfall nearby. Smiling as the dark man donned his kilt and walked away toward the hunter’s camp due west, Marlene stepped under the sweet waters of the breathtaking falls.
“This is a brave new world that I am in now.” She said softly. “One that I was meant to be in. And this is the only good thing that marrying Percival Scott Devlin has done for me.”
Story Eight
“There are no more mysteries left to be discovered, Doctor Severus.” The director of the department of Ancient Archeological Studies exhaled deeply. “It’s 1931. Every possible discovery has been made… every site has been excavated several times over.”
“Yes, Doctor Somersby, every possible discover, except this one.” Agatha Kirstin Severus jabbed a slender finger at the map on the director’s table.
“The Lachlan Clan of the Northern Highlands?” Somersby looked at her with wide eyed incredulity. “That’s just something someone made up… to send good people of our profession on wild goose chases all over the world.”
“They said that about King Tut.” Agatha stuck to her guns. “And now that’s the biggest thing in our field of study.”
“Yes, so it is.” The fat man had to agree to that. “But this is different. No one’s ever found anything about the Lachlans of the Northern Highlands.”
“All the more reason, director.” Agatha smiled at the man. “That I get a fully funded excursion into the region.”
“When I say no one’s ever found anything, Agatha, I mean no one has ever returned from there to let us know what they found, if they ever did find anything at all.”
“That certainly adds to the mystery, doesn’t it, Mortimer.” She tapped on the map again. “Imagine how lucrative it will be for our Ancient Archeological Studies department if we could be the first to find out all about this ancient clan of highlanders that supposedly shaped the cornerstones of what would become the western world.”
“Only insane people would consider the risks.” Mortimer Somersby shook his head and sat down on his chair. “And they don’t come any more insane that you, Agatha Severus.”
“What have you got to lose, Mortimer?” She laughed at him.
“Apart from a few thousands to fund this insanity…” He looked at her with aggravation in his dark grey eyes. “I suppose I’ll also be rid of you.”
“There, you s
ee, it’s a win-win situation for you.” Agatha stood up and stepped behind her chair. “If nothing happens, I disappear for good and if we find what we think we can, we’re going to be the most famous discovers of this century.”
“I’d much rather be running this university as it should be run.” Somersby told her with a sour look. “And what am I to tell the board of trustees about the money and of your long absence again from the teaching staff.”
“Oh, Morty… I’m sure you will come up with something appropriate, you always do.”
“When are you proposing to leave on this wild goose chase, if I may?”
“As soon as you get the excursion funded.” Her lips stretched in a wide smile.
“Then never.” He snorted and looked at the scattered papers on his large desk.
“Come on, Mortimer.” She slapped her hand down on the back of her chair.
“Here’s what we do.” He said as he looked at her once more. “I arrange for a short visit for you alone, with some local guide there to show you around. If and when you find something worth looking into, I’ll have a full scale operation dispatched to assist you there.”
“Hm, well I suppose that’s better than nothing, Mister Director.”
“It’s more than what you should be getting, Doctor Severus, after the last fiasco you pulled on the university.”
“I’ll make up for it all this time, Mortimer… more than what it cost us last year.”
“You better hope so, my dear.” Somersby waved her away. “Or it is best that you remain as missing as the other lunatics who went looking for the lost Clan of the Lachlans.”
Well, at least she had something out of old miserly Somersby. Ever since she had read about the mysterious Lachlan Clan of the northern highlands, Agatha Severus had been obsessed with finding out about the ancient legend. In all of her twenty five years, she had never been so taken by anything like she was by this strange and elusive segment in the history of the western world. The Lachlans were said to have been a very vast and powerful clan of people that roamed the highlands of northern Europe about three to five thousand years ago. Almost as long a time as the Pharaohs and Great Kings of ancient Africa. It was said that the northern clans had great powers, manifested by their clan leaders and druids. It was all so exciting for her. Agatha had made up her mind that she would be the first to discover and spread to the world about the wonders of the Clan of the Lachlans.
Two days later, Agatha walked down the hallways of the university with air tickets to take her to her most desired destination and her head swimming with plans of how to go about this. The flight took almost half a day, and soon she found herself coming in for a landing into the vast and remote location far up in the verdant valleys and snow capped mountains of the wild northern European countryside.
Her contact, a local deputy sheriff by the name of Nina Stefansson, was waiting for her at the airport. The woman was older than her. Very florid and pale, with whitish blonde hair and ghostly grey eyes. She was shorter than Agatha, and had a very athletic body under the thick sweater and pants that she wore.
“Welcome to the land of the Lachlans, Doctor Severus.” The woman greeted her in a very musical European accent. “I am Nina. I will be escorting you to your accommodation; and you will meet the guide tomorrow. He will take into the forbidden lands of the ancient clans.”
“Good evening, Nina. So good of you to do this.” Agatha shook the lawwoman’s gloved hand. “And why are these lands forbidden.”
“It is said to be cursed.” Nina smiled at her. “Ancient folklore, most believe to be concocted to keep people away… to protect the natural beauty of this land.”
“Ah yes, a very noble thing to do.” She admitted. “But it should not deter those who want to make discoveries that can help change the world.”
“To each their own, doctor.” Nina shrugged. “For some if us, it is a means to pay our bills.”
“Yes, so it is.” Agatha nodded. “And call me Agatha.”
The local woman nodded and took her to the parking lot. It was a small affair, with only three cars parked there. The deputy walked past the cars and then rode out on a small scooter from behind one of them. “Hop on.” She said with a grin and revved the accelerator.
Their ride was short and uneventful, passing through the quaint streets of the little town surrounded by lush valleys and hills. The little cottage rented for her was cozy and warm. After a comforting dinner of hot beef and carrot stew with rice pudding prepared by the rosy face housekeeper, Agatha settled down for the night. Her dreams were very colorful that night, with visions of the great men and women of the Lachlan Clan legends filling them. She woke up refreshed and raring to go, to wherever the sites of her discovery awaited her.
She didn’t have to wait long, deputy Stefansson was already waiting for her outside. After about an hour’s ride through the verdant countryside, Agatha found herself in an open field where several large stones were arranged in a circular pattern. It all reminder her of the famous Stone Henge and several other henges that were occasionally in the news, but this site was quite different from those, in pattern and size.
“What is this called?” She asked the other woman.
“This is one of the Lachlans’ warding structures…” The deputy said with some reverence, “to keep their lands safe from harm.”
“How old is it?” She asked, peering around at the semi-ruined structures.
“Five thousand years, give or take a hundred.”
“Look, there, next to that valley.” Agatha pointed at the nearby foothills. “Is that a man walking towards us?”
“Yes, that’s Harland; he’s your guide.” Nina nodded and waved at the man. “He also sells trinkets and souvenirs to tourists and folks coming in every now and then.”
Agatha looked at the man for a while as he made his way toward them. He was tall and very broad shouldered. His face was rugged and deeply tanned, and his hair was long and very white. He could be anywhere between sixty and seventy years of age, but he walked very straight and had a brisk and sturdy gait.
“Good morning, Nina.” This Harland called out with a hand raised in greeting. “And to you as well, my lady.”
“Hey, Harl.” Nina nodded at him. “This is Doctor Agatha Severus from across the Atlantic; she’s here to know more about the Clan Lachlan. Take her to all the discovered sites, I’ll be back by evening.”
With that Nina hopped onto her little scooter and waved Agatha goodbye. She watched the other woman ride off and then turned toward her tall guide.
“Doctor Severus.” The man bowed slightly. “Ah, the Clan Lachlan… everything about them is lost in the mists of legend.”
“And that’s what I’m here to discover, Mister Harland.” Agatha told the older man. “Pleased to meet you.”
“That’s wonderful, Doctor Severus.” Harland grinned and held out something wrapped in a dark cloth. “And please, it’s just Harland. Or Harl. Some call me Harry.”
“If you call me Agatha then.” She smiled at the man. “But I’m afraid; I don’t think I’ll be interested in buying any souvenirs today.”
“I have none to sell you.” He grinned wide and she could see two very sharp canine teeth that looked like fangs. “This is a gift that I offer you.”
“That’s mighty kind of you, Harl.” She told him. “But I don’t think I can accept that. I hardly know you.”
“Ah, a pity.” He shook his large head and laughed. “This is what you have come here seeking, a piece of history from the Clan Lachlan.”
Agatha felt a shiver run all through her. She couldn’t understand why this strange old man was so appealing to her all of a sudden. He may have been handsome once, but now he looked more than sixty, and was probably older than her grandfather.
“Ah, Agatha, your silence tells me you seek to know more.” His dark eyes held an alluring charm that eased her fear a little.
“Um, well, yes, now that you’ve got my attention�
��” She shrugged. “I guess it would be rude to not want to know more… so then what is that gift you have for me?”
“More than just a gift, Doctor.” His voice sounded reverential as he peeled away the cloth wrapping. “This is a great artifact of the Clan Lachlan that fascinates you so much. It is a symbol of great power and virility.”
“Uh, yeah.” She blushed as he held out the odd shaped thing resembling an erect penis. “It does remind one of… something powerful.”
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