“There is more to come, my dear.’ Harland grunted and pushed his rock hard cock in and out of her with added vigor, setting up a steady rhythm.
She felt his thickness fill and release, sending exquisite sensations through her and she moved her hips to match with his powerful thrusts. His grunts became more animal like with every thrust and she seemed to get more excited by it. A sudden wave of electrifying ecstasy exploded between her legs and raced all through her quivering body, filling her mind with colors and sounds. Her belly clenched hard as her second orgasm gushed out all over Harland’s savage thrusts.
“Harland, oh… Harland!” She gasped as her young body twitched and trembled under him. “Oh, I… this is heaven… oh, fuck me… Harland, fuck me.”
“Urrgh… Harrggmm… Grrnnhh.” His groans sounded more and more feral and his body felt like it was getting heavier as it crushed down on her.
Her eyes went wide as sudden fear gripped her heart. What if Harland transformed into that animal thing she had seen earlier as he fucked her? Her frantic mind screamed, but her lustful body loved every bit of his ravaging, so much so that she craved for him to become more savage and rough, and fuck her like a bitch in heat.
“Arrghh-aaarr-thaaaa-rrrggh!” His voice turned into a wild guttural rumble and Harland suddenly pulled out and got off her, and then grabbed her by the throat and pussy with his large hairy hands. Panic parlayed her as he lifted her up and turned her around. His throbbing cock looked even bigger as it dripped with her juices inches before her face.
She wanted to grab it and take it in her mouth, but instead, Harland roughly spun her around and she found herself on her hands and knees with Harland behind her. He wanted to fuck her from the back, like a bitch. Excitement rushed through her at the thought as his hard fingers sank into her soft hips, pulling her toward him. She arched her back and spread her knees as wide as she could to let him have full access to her. He obliged and she moan throatily as his rock hard shaft skewered her from behind, filling her up once again. His sweaty face hovered behind her head and she felt his sharp teeth nibble on her neck. The little pain she felt intensified the pleasure her pussy was getting from the thickness stretching it wide. Harland growled with animal passion and it filled her with a sense of dread, and yet she loved it and wanted even more.
Harland’s surging cock grew even bigger, stretching her pussy even wider, making the pleasure mingle with pain. He clutched at her ferociously, his hard fingers possessively digging into her pelvis and clawing at her screaming clitoris. He hammered his hips against her plump buttocks with savage urgency. His frantic pace made her whole body shake and shudder as her eyes rolled back into her head from the intense pleasure ripping through her. His sharp teeth grazed like a razor into her pliant neck, making a little blood trickle down. Agatha bit into her own fist to muffle her scream, the intense pleasure she felt swamped over the sharp pain of his love bite.
“You’re just like an animal, Harland.” She screamed at him, “and I love it, baby.”
Lust and pleasure fogged her mind and she couldn’t have been more right. He weighed down on her heavily and she couldn’t see him at all as her pounded her from the back. Her knees and elbows trembled from the assault, but her pussy craved for more. He seemed to be growing heavier, and hairier, with every frenetic thrust he hammered into her. The strong odor of damp fur seemed to come from him and she tried to turn her head back to look at him. But he pushed his head down over hers as he pillaged her yielding pussy.
“Oh, my goodness.” Agatha screamed frantically. “You-you’re changing again… oh, fuck… but this is so good… so fucking good. Please, Harland, don’t kill me.”
“Rarrhhgg… arrghaw… Arggartha!” Harland’s growling made no sense to her. “Rrhh… mmahhrr gurrffttt… ffggrrrr yooorrhh…”
Harland’s head rested on hers, pushing her further down, she dropped on her elbows and only his firm grip on her hips kept her from slumping down on the ground. He rammed eve harder into her as his thrusts grew more frantic and she cringed at his hard fingers digging in deeper into her hips, hurting her. His hard cock swelled up even more inside her and a sudden splash of heat exploded inside her, making her gasp out loud. He was releasing his hot seed deep inside her and Agatha prayed she wouldn’t get pregnant.
Her whole body went limp; she had never had pleasure this intense ever before. He was still hard and full inside her, and she anticipated him to pull out of her. But instead he went very still and held on to her tightly. His painful grip on her hips had relaxed, but his cock inside her was anything but. It seemed to get even bigger still, stretching her with every pulsing throb. Her heart raced and she shivered as she felt more heat splash inside her. He was still cumming, and that was something she had never heard of, let alone felt before. His breathing was a rapid pant and he held on to her like he would be blown away by the wind at any moment. She felt his cock get even bigger inside as his cum kept steadily squirting out inside her.
Before she could realize it, him being deep inside her like that, releasing his seed deep in her, another intense orgasm hit her. She trembled violently and wept at the sheer pleasure she felt. He kept on cumming inside her, mingling his release with hers, and barely did her orgasm begin to subside, she felt another one rise to envelope the one waning, just like the cascading waves of the sea on high tide. She didn’t know how long she was held down like that, feeling his hot seed pump into her even as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy sent her into a state of senseless bliss.
She glanced at their shadows that fell beside her and gasped at what she saw. Holding her down, Harland seemed more wolf than man. His swollen cock continued to spurt hot loads of his semen inside her and the heat of his release triggered orgasm after orgasm for her. Was she being fucked by a werewolf, Agatha wondered with horror, or was her stupefied mind dreaming it all and seeing things. But what ever it was, she reveled at the intense pleasure she knew she would never get from any other man.
Suddenly his immense weight lifted off her and Harland rose up and howled heartbreakingly into the still night. Then with a sudden jerk, he pulled his cock out of her and collapsed beside her, gasping and groaning. Agatha glanced at him and exhaled deeply. A young and handsome man, though spent and exhausted, lay beside her, his deep chest heaving, and his cock, covered in her juices and his own still standing up at attention.
Finding some of her strength, Agatha pushed her shivering body to recover from the shock of intense pleasure. She slowly rolled over him and placed her head on his hairy chest. His heart was beating faster than she had felt anyone’s ever. Harland moaned softly and looked at her with glazed eyes. She smiled at him and eyed his erect cock as it still oozed his hot cum. Agatha licked her lips and slithered down over his belly. She took the hot pulsing organ into her mouth, savoring the delicious offering he still made to her.
“Mmmhh.” She moaned as Harland’s salty sweet cum coated her tongue. It also had a coppery flavor she hadn’t tasted before.
The young man lay on his back, groaning with satisfaction as she sucked him dry, her hands caressing his heavy hairy testicles.
“Oh, Harland, has this lifted your curse?” She whispered. “…and if it has I am so glad to have helped you in doing it. I am so grateful. I’ve had the most mind-blowing sex tonight and I… I hope we can do this again.”
“Yes, my dear.” He replied slowly. “You have lifted my curse, I am no longer held by the old enchantment that bound me to this land. The Clan Lachlan can finally rest in the forgotten realms of ancient history.”
“I understand now why it had to be a mystery for so long.” She said, taking a deep breath. “I suppose I should let it remain forgotten… and get back home to my mundane life of a university resident.”
He didn’t respond, but he had a smile on his face and his erection continued to ooze his cum into her mouth. Slowly she released his cock and laid her head over his hairy crotch. She turned her head to look at his face, he seemed at
peace and his breathing was calm and rested. Feeling more content than she ever had in her life, Agatha let her body relax and her mind followed suit as she drifted into the comforting embrace of a deep and restful slumber.
***
“Ah, Doctor Severus.” Mortimer Somersby, director of the department of Ancient Archeological Studies, smiled broadly. “So good of you to come to see me.”
“Director Somersby.” She nodded and took a seat. “I hope all is well.”
“But of course.” The fat man grinned. “Things couldn’t be any better.”
“Good to know.” Agatha looked around the director’s office. “So what did you want to see me for?”
“About your area of expertise, Doctor.” Somersby nodded and shuffled some papers before him. “You know, all those strange historical myths and mysteries that interest you so much.”
“Mortimer, you and I both know that my last trip to Northern Europe was a bust, and you’ve had me working on double shifts for the whole of the month since I returned.” She leaned back on her chair and shook her head in exasperation. “What more fun are you poking at me now?”
“Oh, on the contrary, Doctor.” Somersby leaned closer. “The report that you submitted of the Lachlan Clan expedition…”
“It was hardly an expedition, Mortimer… I just did a little reconnaissance.”
“So you did, my dear.” Mortimer Somersby nodded. “However, you seem to have left out some of your findings.”
“What the hell do you mean, Mortimer?” She sat up and leaned onto the desk.
“You didn’t mention that you actually met the caretaker of the Lachlan Estate.”
“What Lachlan Estate? It’s a bloody wilderness out there with no one around for miles.”
“Then how would you account for our visitor.” The university director grinned from ear to ear.
“Huh? What?” Agatha felt a cold chill run down her back.
“Debbie!” Somersby picked up the intercom and called his assistant. “You can send in the gentleman now, please.”
“What’s going on, Mortimer…?” Agatha cried out.
The fat man raised his hand and smiled wider. “Well, you’re in luck, Doctor Severus. You’re going to get your well funded expedition after all. Our visitor is as interested in finding out more about the Lachlan Clan myth and wants you to head the show.”
“Me?” She felt as if she was cornered. “What do you mean… who is this visitor?”
The front door opened and a tall, broad shouldered man wearing an expensive suit walked in. He had a little smile on his handsome face, his eyes were dark and keen, and his jet black hair fell around his face and down to his immense shoulders. Agatha’s blood froze as she recognized the man.
“Doctor Severus.” Mortimer Somersby stood up. “Meet our benefactor from across the wide Atlantic, Lord Harland Lachlan the thirteenth, master of the legendary Lachlan Estate.”
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Story Nine
Gareth sat on the stone steps of his parent’s house; alone and sorry for himself as usual. The rain came down steadily and didn’t really help improve his foul mood. Turning eighteen meant he was required to find his own way about in this big bad world. His parents worked for the Lord of the region and he could also get a job there, but he hated the idea of serving another, even for wages. He had always wanted to be a free bird, live the life of a travelling bard or daring adventurer. But he was just a poor and underfed farm boy with his head in the clouds at most times.
Overlooking their little cottage loomed the Lord’s sprawling Manor and a most gloomy building it was, being mostly left unattended. The Lord and Lady of the House almost always were away, being entertained by the King or some other lord or count or duke. Often his parents accompanied them and he was left alone at home and usually bored. Gareth spent most of his time studying the vegetation and animal life around the countryside. He didn’t have any friends and was too timid to approach any of the girls in the village.
A full head of dark hair and a boyishly round face, he was of short and slight build. Unsocial and aloof, he lived contentedly in his own world, often playing with himself when left alone. His ever energetic cock was his best and only friend at times and he enjoyed the pleasure he got from it. But he was mostly bored and longed for more, and he knew he could get all of that if he weren’t so frightened of girls his age. Gareth looked around with a forlorn expression and then his pale grey eyes widened. Over at the Lord’s estate, in the smattering drizzle, a woman seemed to be struggling with a horse she had fallen off of.
He would have looked away and gone indoors if he weren’t so much in need of company. Instead he rose up and walked towards the fallen rider, oblivious of the smarting rain drops. He was quite wet when he reached the woman, and she had managed to free herself of the horse’s reins but the animal had fled. The woman, still sitting in the mud, dusted at the dirt and sludge on her exquisite gown.
“Heavens, that’s not going to come off easily.” She said with a laugh and looked up at him. He froze in his tracks. The Lady Cassandra Van Reagan cocked her flaming red haired head and stared at him with a smirk. “Well, young man, are you going to help me up or are you not?”
“Milady!” Gareth swallowed hard, and he extended both hands toward her. The Lady Van Reagan took his hands and tried to pull herself up. But instead of pulling her up off the sodden ground, he slipped on the mud and fell right on top of her. The two of them rolled and struggled in the wet mud slipping and sliding for a while. Gareth was petrified at his clumsiness and feared the worst but the noblewoman arched her back and laughed as she lay flat on the wet grass.
“The first rains of the season always make the land slippery” Her melodious voice sang out. “No wonder my horse fell too.”
“Milady.” Gareth blushed. “I beg for your pardon most fervently.”
“No need for that, my good fellow.” She gave him a warm smile. “Now help me up slowly and take me to the house.”
“Yes, at once, milady.” Gareth mumbled and rose up slowly. Helping her Ladyship up, he walked her to the gates of the dark Manor. She leaned on him heavily as she walked and he felt her warm breath and knew of a woman’s softness for the first time in his life. His face flushed and a warm tingle coursed through his body, despite the cold fleeting rain.
“Help me in to my chambers, young fellow!” Cassandra said softly. “You will be paid for your service. My servants are away on holiday and I am all alone on this dismal day.”
“Yes, Milady!” Gareth nodded. His cock had stiffened quite a bit and he tried his best to hide it. The Lady of the Manor didn’t seem to notice that and was satisfied with being assisted indoors. Once inside, she had him shut all the doors and sat down by the fire place.
“Be a dear and start a fire, my boy.” She sighed and waved at the cold fireplace. “These wet clothes will be the death of me.”
“Yes, Milady.” Gareth mumbled with his head swimming with strange and immodest thoughts and managed to get a small fire going in the hearth. The damp room filled with a warm glow from the fire and Cassandra sighed and stretched her arms and placed them behind the small of her back. She arched her back she thrust her bulging breasts at him. Gareth couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her wet gown clinging to her curves. She looked up at his face and smiled, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds. Though she was almost in her middle thirties, she had a body that made men stare. Gareth suddenly realized that she knew of this and enjoyed the attention. He looked away, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
“I know you.” She said. “You are Brandt and Gail’s boy… Gareth!”
Gareth blushed even more and looked down at his wet leather boots. ‘Yes… milady.” he mumbled.
“Don’t be shy, young man.” The Lady Van Reagan chided. “You are of good stock. Come, sit by the fire and warm yourself. I do not wish to be accountable to your fine folk who are serving the King all of this week, if you fell ill.”
Gareth looked at her proffered hand and hesitated, and then he gave in and sat beside her by the fire. She stoked the wood and the flames leapt higher. The glow from the fire felt good and Gareth rubbed his arms and legs over his wet garments. Cassandra looked at him tenderly and reached out to touch his cheek. Her touch sent a shiver all through him and it was not from the cold.
“I am sorry, young one.” She said. “To come to my aid you have risked getting wet and dirty… and I haven’t the means to give you a reward. This house is old, dead and empty as much as the coffers it holds. The Lordship of Van Reagan is at an end, and that is why we must have most of our servants work elsewhere to pay off debts.”
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