“It is the last symbol of life of my Clan… and I am the last one.” He said with a deep sigh.
“Say what now.” Agatha stiffened, hoping that she misheard. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am, dear lady.” He looked up at the overcast sky. “I have been cursed to remain alive when all of my people are no more.”
Agatha wanted to run screaming back the way she had come, hoping she might yet catch up to Nina and her puttering little scooter. But when she looked at Harland again, she felt her heart break at the sad look on his face and the way his broad shoulders drooped. He gave the impression of a very lonely man for sure; and she hoped maybe he just wanted her company for a while and made up his cockamamie story just for that. It wouldn’t harm anyone to lessen the old man’s loneliness for little while.
“But, Harland, how can that be the Lachlan Clans have been said to have lived thousands of years ago.” Agatha smiled at him and touched his shoulder gingerly.
“There is much in the world that’s offers no reasoning, my dear.” He nodded sagely. “Such things are best accepted with a little faith.”
“Um, I suppose…” Agatha looked at him with a patronizing smile. “But sometimes it is better to have some reasoning to understand things.”
“And that is why you are here, my dear.” The old man smiled back at her and nodded. “Come, I will take you where you will find everything that you are seeking.”
“Where are we going?” She felt a strange shiver of excitement rush over her.
“To the hallowed stones of legend, just over yonder hill.” Harland pointed at a high snow capped peak about a mile away from where they stood.
“Wow! I can’t believe it…” Agatha felt bumps rising all over her body. “I’m finally going to unravel the mysteries of the Lachlans.”
“Come!” Harland held out his hand to her. “I will carry you up through the trail. The way is hard and dangerous, and no place for a lady to be running around in.”
“But I can’t just…” Agatha looked at the old man in astonishment as a sudden mist began to form all around them, bathing the verdant meadow with a supernatural glow.
“You must.” Harland’s voice echoed inside her head and she suddenly felt weightless. The ground fell away and moved rapidly under her. Agatha realized with a thumping heart that she was cradled in the old man’s powerful arms. She felt the resolute power of his iron hard chest as she pressed against him. She was left breathless by his sudden move and held on to the old man’s neck for dear as he seemed to be running like the wind over the rocky grassland.
After a while he slowed down and they entered into a place surrounded by small radiantly sunlit hills. Large slabs of stones stood erect on the lush grassy ground in a fashion that appeared ritualistic. Agatha’s heart kept beating hard against her chest. She couldn’t see another soul around them and felt frightened and thrilled all at the same time.
The old man came to a standstill and stared ahead into the horizon before them. Agatha looked up at Harland in admiration; he was as strong and agile as a man three times younger. His powerfully built arms cradling her felt like great pythons coiled about her and she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She took him for a lonely old man who wanted to enjoy her company and tell her tales of his youth, but suddenly it looked like the Harland was more than what he appeared to be.
“You have nothing to fear.” He said as if he could read her mind and he gently let her down on the great stones on the ground. His grey eyes grew more radiant and Agatha felt as if he was peering into the very depths of her soul. She was afraid and excited at the same time. Her heart told her that there was nothing to fear of, and yet at the same instant her head screamed at her to run for her life.
“We are here, Agatha.” Harland said in a deep voice that seemed strangely sepulchral. “Where what you seek will be revealed to you.”
“I… that’s great… I can’t wait…” She nodded with trepidation, noting that the bright sky above was getting darker and the earthy scent of an approaching rainstorm was prevalent in the air.
“Prepare yourself, Agatha!” Harland cried out loud. “The storm is coming.”
“What? What storm?” Agatha shuddered as a loud clap of sudden thunder cracked across overhead.
“The Storm that brings with it the life force of Clan Lachlan once again.” She heard his roaring voice above the rumbling, and it sounded like more like an animal’s growl than human.
Suddenly the tall, white haired man threw back his head and howled up into the drizzle and at the same time he discarded his clothes and stood naked before her. His keen eyes began to glow in a strange manner as he raised his arms to the sky and chanted in a language she didn’t understand. Thunder rolled overhead as if to answer his evocative intonation and brilliant lightning ripped across the darkness in sudden blinding flashes.
Agatha was frozen with fear and awe. She couldn’t move a muscle and before her astonished eyes, Harland began to twist and turn violently as if he was struggling with some inner demon, and then his lean body began to grow bigger. His head went to twice its size and thick dark hair covered his lean face. He seemed to be transforming into a wolf-like creature right before her startled eyes. The thing that the old man was becoming continued the strange chant in a deeper, growling voice and it flailed its hairy muscular arms around and hammered down on its deep and furry chest with savage ferocity.
“What the fuck is this?” Agatha screamed, she thought her mind was going over the deep end. “Harland, what’s happening to you?”
He didn’t answer, instead the dark and dreary form he had become loomed over her. A deep feral growl emanated from the creature’s wide slavering maw as she looked around frantically, trying hard to wrap her head around what was going on. Suddenly her body felt weakened as if she was being held down by invisible shackles. Agatha felt dizzy and dropped down to her hands and knees. She fell on her side and curled up into a ball, shivering with fright and praying that this was some kind of nightmare she was having.
“Agatha, my dear.” She opened her eyes with a start to the sound of her name.
The skies were suddenly clear again and dotted with of stars that glittered like diamonds against the darkness. A full moon shone overhead in all its regal glory amongst the glittering points of light. Agatha rubbed her eyes and peered around. How did it become night so soon? She wondered. The silhouette of the tall man fell against the moonlight, making her look up with a gasp. “Ha-Harland?”
“Yes, dear Agatha, it is I.” Harland said in a voice that was much younger and deeper than before.
Agatha sat up immediately, drawing her legs in and wrapping her arms around herself. She stared wide eyed at the attractive young man standing naked before her. The bright light of the full moon shone on his chiseled features, taking her breath away. His shoulder length hair was black and gleamed in the moonlight. He stood up straight with his muscular arms crossed over his deep chest, broad shoulders raised and head held high. His densely muscled thighs could have passed off for tree trunks and she took note of the rather oversized organ that dangled lazily between them.
“Harland, if that is who you really are, tell me what the hell is going on here?” Agatha’s voice trembled. “What has happened to you?”
“I am as I have always been and will be.” He said with a wide smile. “And the gods of our people have blessed me at long last by bringing you here to me.”
“Huh! What? …but you turned into a wolf or something a few minutes ago…” She stammered, her young body trembling with fear. “And now you’re a young man and not old anymore… is this some kind of crazy dream that I am having.”
“This is no dream, my dear and what you saw then was my curse, and this night of all nights I will at long last break free of the curse for good.” He leaned forward and held out his hand. “Come, Agatha, you have been sent here to me by the gods of Lachlan, to set me free of this millennia long burden.”
; “What, no…” She tried to scramble away. “This is insane… you… you’re a freak of some…”
“Sweet Agatha, I know this beyond your ken,” His voice sounded melodious and seductive and she felt herself being drawn towards him again, “in time you will come to know everything.”
Agatha felt pale and gulped hard. Her eyes took note of his brazen nakedness as he moved closer to her. She drank into the splendor of his deep muscular chest, chiseled midriff and her eyes worshipfully fell upon on the rising wonderment between his muscular legs. His intention was clear, he wanted to fuck with her, and she didn’t have any doubt that she was intrigued by it. Her heart skipped a few beats and she suddenly felt an urge to go along with it. A strong desire ignited within her to be taken by him and she bit her lower lip, staring at his erection with shameless abandon.
“Ah, Agatha. I can see you now understand.” Harland drawled sexily and reached out for her. “We must join now to make the beast with two backs, or I shall forever remain cursed.”
In a sudden rush of the senses, the handsome young man that Harland now was, took her in his arms and kissed her mouth with hungry animal-like passion. The taste of his breath was intoxicating. It made Agatha’s head spin; she reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his thick hair. He pressed her back against the flat stones with his body weighing down on her. She reveled at the hardness of his muscular denseness squashing down her soft, yielding body. His kiss grew hungrier, savage almost, as he sucked and bit her soft tender lips. She felt his snaking tongue push deep into her mouth sending several chills all through her body. She had no urge to stop him; instead she wanted him to keep going on. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her, instead of being terrified out of her wits she was brazenly giving in to her animalistic, uncivilized side. Her body responded to him in a manner it had never done to the only other lover she had before and that familiar warmth of pleasure between her legs came on with a more urgent rush than it had ever done.
She returned his kiss more hungrily than him, biting down hard on his lips. His hot breath felt like an aphrodisiac to her and her brazen need began to soar out of control. She pushed him back and ripped off her clothes. Naked as he was she fell back over him, her breathing ragged and in excited gasps. The anticipation of getting fucked by him overwhelmed her as she stared at his surging erection with unabashed lust.
“Good god, Harland, “She said with a gasp. “That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever… er… seen.”
Harland smiled wide and gave his thick cock a few twitches for her benefit. Thirteen inches of rock hard pleasure throbbed before her lustful eyes. She felt a shiver run down her spine and a fierce yearning to touch the magnificent member overcame her. She reached out brazenly and grabbed his throbbing cock with clawing hands.
“It’s even bigger than a fucking horse.” She giggled. The only other cock she had ever got to see and play with was during her college days and that too with a freshman who had no idea how to pleasure a woman. A dismal performance she had already forgotten most of.
But now this was nothing like that. Every part in her being, every deliberation in her mind, lusted for this stranger’s enormous organ. She didn’t understand it at all and frankly she didn’t even care. Her attention was rapt on the man’s offering as her slender hands stroked the rigid flesh of his cock with tempered eagerness. The sound of his pleasurable moans gave rise to the heat between her legs and she spread herself out wide inviting his probing hands to explore her as much as she explored him. She gasped at the touch of his strong fingers on her wet slit and increased her tempo over his cock. She stared at the surging erection, the round slick head gleaming with his juices, and she felt a voracious need to take it in her watering mouth. She looked up at him and his pleading eyes encouraged her on.
Harland went stiff as she lowered her moist, warm mouth and took the entire head of his cock into it. She felt his body constrict and knew that the sensation of her hot mouth gave him instant pleasure. She began to suck on the bulging head slowly and at the same time stroked her hands up and down over the thick, throbbing shaft. She enjoyed the veiny hardness of his engorged cock on her fingers and the feeling of his heavy balls in her small palms. She squeezed the little orbs sliding around inside his ballsac and he grunted with want. More of his pre-cum oozed into her mouth and she relished his rich salty-sweet taste.
“Oh, Agatha…” Harland grunted. “You are most wonderful… ah, if only I could… no, I must not. I must never…”
“What must you not?” She looked up inquiringly as she held the rock hard delight and ran her warm tongue all over it lovingly.
“I must not give in to my curse, not yet.” He said with a painful expression and pulled has cock away from her. “Now come, it is time for use to unite and make the beast with two backs.”
“You mean it’s time to fuck…” She giggled as he laid her down on the grass and slipped his hands under her naked butt to lift her wet pussy up to his face. He lowered his large head between her legs and took a deep breath. He smiled and licked his lips, seemingly savoring the sweet scent of her dripping pussy.
“Oh, god…” Agatha moaned, thrusting her hips up. “I’m going to release right now if you lap me with that wicked tongue of yours…”
Harland didn’t say anything in response, instead his long wet tongue dove right into her swollen pussy. She bucked her hips and groaned lustfully as his tongue swept over her deep slit, from her puckered rear hole, across her yawning pussy and jabbed at her rigid clit. As he hungrily ate her pussy, she felt sharp little pricks from his oddly large canine teeth on her clit. The slight sting from those nips mingled with the pleasure he was giving her pussy, and it added to the untamed haze of feelings that ran amok through her young quivering body. It took her over the edge and she felt her belly tighten and her pussy clench hard. Agatha fell back on the ground with a loud moan as her body gave itself in to a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Ohhh, Harrrr-laaaand. Oh, oh, oh!” She screamed as her body surrendered to a series of shuddering waves, making her see every color imaginable.
Harland’s large hands squeezed her butt roughly, his hard fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he voraciously sucked on her overflowing pussy with animal-like passion. Her senses heightened, and she flailed her arms around. She wailed and whimpered, tossing her head from side to side and arching her back. Her naked breasts heaved and she pushed them upward, her stomach wobbled wildly as she gasped for breath. She had never experienced an orgasm this powerful before and as her body relaxed; she stared up at the star studded night sky, wondering if this dream was real.
Harland’s young and savagely handsome face filled her vision as he loomed over her, and she knew this was too good to be some dream.
“We must unite… now.” His breath fogged into her bemused face as the warmth of his immense cockhead pushed against her slippery pussy lips.
“Oh, Harland.” Agatha whispered nervously. “Y-you’re going to fuck me now… that baseball bat is going to rip me apart. Please be gentle.”
“You will find what you seek, dear Agatha, and at your pleasure.” His voice had a strangely feral edge to it.
Agatha went stiff with fearful excitement as his thick unyielding organ slowly pushed its way into her tight pussy. She spread her legs wide, more than she ever had before, and he gratefully took the access it allowed. She gasped out loud at the sensation of being filled and stretched as the foot and some length pushed all the way in. The dense tightness inside her clenching pussy devouring his monster cock sent waves of pleasure trough her, making her head giddy.
“Oh, Harland, your giant cock… it feels so damn good inside me.” She whispered as hugged his muscular neck and nibbled on his ear.
His answer was a gruff and edgy grunt. It sent several shivers running down her naked back. She felt a sting as his sharp canine teeth brushed against her neck and a fleeting wave of fear wash over her. She brushed the fear away, and let the anticipation of something w
onderful to come fill her mind.
“Do it, Harland.” She begged him as he remained still with his erection throbbing deep inside her. “Fuck me… I want to cum again, and again.”
“Hrrrgghh,” His growl was more animal than before. “Indeed, sweet Agatha… your pleasure this night is well deserved.”
With another low growl Harland slowly pulled the full length of his thick shaft back, leaving only the apple sized head nestled in her wanting pussy. Agatha gasped at the sensation of the vacuum he left behind and she immediately wanted him back inside all the way. He lifted her legs up by her ankles and placed them on his thick hairy shoulders. She hadn’t noticed it until then, but Harland seemed to be hairier than he was before she let him enter her. She didn’t have to think long on it as he pushed his thirteen inches of hardness back deep inside her slowly. With her legs over his shoulders and him leaning down on her, she felt his hard cock push even deeper inside her, filling her completely.
“Oh, Harland! This is so heavenly.” She whimpered. “Oh, I could die happy after this.”
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