“How will he know that it was a message from you?” I wasn’t appalled by his behavior and the idea that he had done that for me made me want to strike him and kiss him with a passion that he would never find with any other woman. “We need to make sure that he knows what that message means.”
“Rest assured that there was a very detailed letter left behind in my writing to him. He will read it and he will know that I will be watching. If he does anything to make you angry, I will rain down destruction upon his home the likes he has never seen before. There will be no place that he can hide and no place that he can run.” I didn’t want to, but I actually reveled in the idea of seeing him and the expression on his face when he found not only the horse’s head, but the letter.
“You really didn’t have to do that. You had everything you wanted and there was no need to go the extra mile. I guess I owe you, but I’m not sure exactly how you expect me to pay you back. I know that you want an heir and being a true warrior, you want my name in your blood line. Is that the reason why you picked me? Do you want my blood line to mix with yours?” It was a legitimate question. I saw the expression on his face, as I glanced over my shoulder to see that he wasn’t exactly happy by my insinuation.
“My intention was strictly to meet the person behind the face. I saw sadness in your eyes. You hid it from everybody else, but I could see through you. I knew that you were struggling and that you were looking for a way out. You didn’t want the burden of your family to weigh you down. You wanted to go your own way and I’m giving that to you. It may not be in the way that you wanted, but your dreams can now be both of ours.” He wanted to share in the wealth of my knowledge and the wanted the comfort of my arms to slip around him at the end of the day. “You will have my baby and I will get land in return from my people.”
I saw the village and the people were out doing their daily chores. There was some kind of market and I could smell these different kinds of meats wafting in the air. He rode by and used his sword to stab him a thing of mutton. Savagely, he tore into it with his hands and his teeth. He moved it towards me and I felt a little like a barbarian. I took one bite and I thought that I would hate it, but I found myself relishing using my own hands, as the only form of utensils.
I was getting back to the basics of where I came from. My people were, as ungodly as theirs were at one time. We had evolved into a civilized society. People would argue that point, but England was where I felt the most at home. This land was something that I would have to get used to.
“I have returned, as a free man. The one thing that we all have in common is our freedom. We will never give it up and if anybody tries to take it from us, they’ll find out in a hurry that we will fight to our last breath to keep it. I’ve brought with me a trophy, a woman of virtue and aristocratic wealth. I plan to bed her down and have my way with her, until I am planting my seed and the flag of Scotland.” His words were met with a flourish of applause. Those warriors that he led every single day were raising their swords into the air, as a sign of fidelity and loyalty. “I’m going to return to my home and I do not want to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.” There were giggles from the girls and I could tell that they knew exactly what I was in for.
“I’m sorry, but I think this might be a bad idea. Maybe, it would be best that you take me home.”
“She is home and the sooner that she accepts that the better off she will be. She speaks to me in forked tongue and I will have to cure her of that ailment.” The one thing I did notice was that the Scottish men wore their kilts with pride. There were a variety of colors, but I think that was only to differentiate themselves from the rest of the clan.
“This is a little overwhelming.” For the first time in my life, I did not have the backing of the crowd. I didn’t have people stepping out of my way in a sign of respect. My confidence had waned and I shied away from those people in hopes that they would not recognize that I was there.
“You are my people and you will always come first. This arrangement was made with all of you in mind. You have told me in your own way that you are not comfortable with the bloodshed. I have found a better way. She will be the bridge between our two people. Our child will have the privilege of being Scottish and English. Of course, we all know that the English are a greedy lot. We should destroy all of them and then start over again.” Once again, he got the crowd riled up. We ride tomorrow…it will be a good day to die.”
Chapter four
I hated the way that the people were looking at me. It felt like I had been thrown into an untenable situation. The girls especially were casting stones with their eyes towards me. If they had their way, they probably would’ve thrown real stones to get their point across.
He helped me down from the horse at this stone building. The roof was made of sod and the entrance into the place was wide open. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me down onto the makeshift bed made of only straw. He undid the strap of the kilt. It fell away from his muscular chest.
“Elizabeth, I’m going to give you the honor of taking this off for me. Do not scoff, because it is a great honor and any woman that I deem worthy is proud to have that privilege bestowed upon them. I’m just kidding. I wanted to see how it felt to act like nobility. I don’t like it.” He took off his kilt and stood there leering with nothing on, but a smile. He looked down on me and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. My hands were shaking, as I slowly wiggled free of the dress that was barely holding together, as it is. It was by sheer will alone and my hands that I was able to keep my nudity from those glaring eyes of all those that we had passed.
I was naked and looking at his feet, when I felt his hand underneath my chin. He lifted it in his hand, so that I could see his impressive equipment. It was already leaking profusely and he grabbed my hand and placed it on his magnificent staff. I couldn’t help, but to admire it from every angle, knowing that he was going to allow me to suck it. I’d already had it inside me and my wet pussy was already begging for another introduction to the kind of loving that he could give me.
“I have to make sure to put you in your place. Open that fucking mouth and let me see what good little English girls are all about.” He was being crass, but I found his lack of manners almost refreshing. He took what he wanted, be damn the consequences and never looked back. “I said open your mouth or I will have to do it for you.” I didn’t know what that would entail, but I had no interest to find out any time soon.
He stepped a little closer and nudged my lips with his already moist knob. I circled my tongue around the huge mushroom shape. I took it slowly into my mouth, using my tongue and the eagerness and determination that I had to see him spew spur me onto a greater degree of depravity.
“You will make a find wife. I will make sure to give you this every night. You will never want to stray, because I will always satisfy.” It was a bold claim to make and the way that he was touching the back of my throat had me wondering that maybe he was telling the truth. “Yes…take my Scottish sword. Make love to it and give me that sweet little mouth.” His words were hushed, but I think that he was just a little too overexcited. That was evident in the way that his knob was now brushing the entrance to my throat.
He pulled out and brushed my lips with the cream that was clinging to the tip. I licked them clean and then I went down on him again. I was most content in getting him off with my mouth, but apparently he was only waiting for the right moment to fuck me again. This time, I wasn’t going to take him from behind. He pushed me down roughly and spread my legs with his hands holding on to my ankles.
“I’m ready for you.” That was all that needed to be said, as he settled in between my thighs with his cock leading the charge of battle. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I don’t want you to be caring. I just want your fucking cock deep inside me like you did on top of that horse. I think you’ve made me want you more than I imagined that I would.”
“I always thought that I was going
to have to take you, but apparently that is exactly what you wanted. Le me be the first to give you exactly what you want, Elizabeth.” He hammered his long sword into the tightness of my body. I surrounded him in heat and drew him into me with the suction of my inner muscles working over time. “Fuck…you really are just a sex fiend that wants it all the time. You probably didn’t even know that yourself and I awakened that in you.” I didn’t know if I should curse his name or scream from the rooftops that he had freed me from a life of a mundane existence.
He didn’t even give me a chance to adjust to those eight solid inches. They were unforgiving and never wavered and continued to command my body to do exactly what it wanted. My legs were still spread with his hands holding onto my ankles. They were rough and I could see that the gentle approach was not going to happen. It’s not what I wanted any way and I had told him that in no uncertain terms.
He pulled me towards him and I felt him push past my resistance. I had no doubt about my place in his life. He showed me the kind of man that I was dealing with and I knew that he was nothing like those silly noble morons that thought that they could get into my pants by sweet talk. They could throw all the dinners and jewels at my feet and it would be nothing without the strong hand in sexual pleasure.
“You started a fire that is turning into a blaze. I just hope that you know what you’re doing, Patrick.” He showed me his stamina and the way that he continually pushed me into the straw matting was something of a godlike quality. He didn’t seem to have the ability to cum on command. He needed the extra stimulation of my hand stroking his chest and pulling at the hairs to elicit the response of his shaft throbbing.
“I believe that I can take care of that. Just keep up what you’re doing and I’m sure that you’ll be pleasantly surprised, Elizabeth.” His godlike qualities and the body of a man that would’ve put to shame most of the soldiers in the English army was now mine. He thought that he was holding me down, but if I really wanted to, I could’ve screamed bloody murder and put up quite a scene. “Fuck… I didn’t know that English women were such freaks.” His legs were fatigued and I could see that his breathing was hoarse.
“That’s it…right fucking there…YESSSSS.” That orgasm made my body convulse and I looked like a fish out of water. My tongue was sticking out of my mouth and my mind was awash with these flashing lights that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
“Elizabeth… I think this is yours… Damn it.” His cock was now giving in to that feeling and it didn’t matter if he wanted to hold back or not. I was going to make him a shell of a man and then I would build him back up from the ground up. I could not allow my brother to get the best of me and I was glad that Patrick was willing and able to put him in his place. It did make me relax and enjoy the sweet release of endorphins. His seed was scorching hot and I could feel every single stream, as he let himself go finally.
“It is mine and you’re giving me the one thing that I can’t get anywhere else.” His chest hair was matted with moisture and he was now lying on top of me still joined together at the hip. His cock was still inside, not ready to leave the comfort of my womanly embrace. He fell in my arms and I soon felt his retreating member taking its final bow. It left me with a permanent reminder in my mind and in my body. He was breathing in my ear and I was enjoying the aftermath of the moment. Touching myself, I could feel remnants of his sauce clinging to my lips.
He didn’t see me do it, but I wiped it clean and I savored the taste. I was always about the finer things and a fine wine is not something that I am a stranger to. This was better than that and if I could bottle this taste, I could probably make a fortune. Women from every village would come calling for just one bottle and would give anything to have it. It was an interesting thought, but not very realistic, when I began to think about it.
“If you’re thinking that I’m sleeping, then you are wrong. I’m just gathering myself and getting my second wind.” This made me think that he had designs on doing it again. I wasn’t sure if I was up to that, but with a man like Patrick, I was going to have to be ready for just about anything. “I don’t think it’s going to take me very long to get back to fighting form. Elizabeth, most of your English chaps probably are lying on their side and snoring by now. They would think that they had done their job, but it was nothing compared to what the woman really wanted.” How he could know what a woman wanted was beyond me. He was a Neanderthal, a primal beast and I don’t think that I would have it any other way.
He did make good on that promise and his flag did once again lay claim to the inside of my thighs. He gave it 100% and by the time the light of day was upon us, I was completely exhausted and in no shape to do anything, but lie there. “I don’t even have the words to describe what I’m feeling, Patrick. You were able to go all night and I thought that I was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. I didn’t, because I didn’t want to make you think that you had the upper hand.” He cupped my face in his hand and brought his lips down for one more lingering kiss.
“You were insatiable and if that is what I get every night, then you can be assured that this is where I will be. I could barely keep up with you. You say that I was the one that was uncontrollable, but I’m not sure that I can believe you.” Our bodies showed the effect of what we had done together and there were marks on his body. I had scratched him and there were marks on my body where he had scratched me. This was a relationship that was built on a give and go.
I did get pregnant and I did have his baby and two years later, I returned back to England a changed woman. I found my brother to be cowering away from me. Whatever Patrick had done to keep him in line was doing that and a whole lot more. He was nothing like the domineering young man that I remembered. I soon found that this was not where I want to be and I walked away and went back to Patrick.
I thought that he would be surprised, but he only opened his arms and welcomed me back into the family. My son Conner was sleeping soundly and I still couldn’t believe that I had actually considered abandoning him. He was my life and Patrick was my heart and there was no way that I was going to walk away from what made me who I was today.
“I knew that you would be back. I also knew, Elizabeth that you needed to do that to get it out of your system. There was a moment there that I thought you were going to stay away. I hope you know that you’re the best thing in my life.” We stood there on our land watching Conner play.
I touched my belly to inform him without saying any words that there was another one on the way.
THE END
My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf
Carden crawled through the woods sniffing at the air, he could still smell the smoke from the night before. It had been a long night for him and his clan the army of Sven had attacked a small village burning the small shacks to the ground and taking everything that remained.
It all started when the Kingdom of Berigord was taken over by Sven the Conqueror, the Kigom’s did not want Sven’s kingdom to grow and had hired Carden’s werewolf clan to take Sven’s daughter Zuzella in an effort to force him to stop destroying the villages. The King had continued to press further into the Kingdom of Kigom and their king was not willing to be conquered.
Even though the King of Kigom knew his army could not defeat Sven’s he knew that the werewolf clan was willing to work as mercenaries and would do whatever it took to get the job done. The King also knew how much Sven valued his daughter and that if she were missing Sven’s focus would no longer be about conquering but on finding her instead.
The King had called on Carden and his clan to complete the mission and it had been accepted. The werewolf clan wanted no part of Sven’s kingdom. They knew that he looked at them as nothing more than filthy animals and was determined to eradicate them from the face of the planet. Even though Sven knew it would be hard as he had not yet figured out how to kill the Highlanders, he did not want them breeding with his kind and he did not want them in his cities.
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f Sven had known that the only way to kill the Highlanders was to cut their heads off Carden knew that he would make sure to kill every last one of them. He had seen kings like Sven in the past, those who only worried about growing their own kingdom and did not worry who he hurt along the way. None of them had come as close to finding out the Highlanders secrets as Sven had.
He had been watching them since the day he became king. Sven had always been amazed at the secrecy of the warriors who worked as mercenaries. Even when he was a child his own father had told him stories of the people and although he did not believe that they could shapeshift into werewolves he knew that they were a strong people. Many of his own soldiers had reported shooting the Highlanders only to have them become even angrier and come after them as if they had not been harmed at all.
He had told the same stories that his father told him to his daughter Zuzulla. As a young girl she had been so intern his stories, but as she had gotten older her interest seemed to fade. Sven loved his daughter more than life and he was determined to leave her with the largest kingdom in the history of kingdoms when his time was done. Her mother had died while giving birth and Sven was all she had ever had. He had never remarried, but instead focused on ensuring Zuzulla was a powerful ruler when her time came.
Of course Zuzulla had many servants and many people caring for her besides her father, but he always felt guilty for her not having a mother. He wanted to make sure he left her with everything he could. Zuzulla was a beautiful princess and her father knew that she would have no problem finding a strong prince as her husband. Men had already started to inquire about her and she had just turned 18. She had fair skin and long black hair, the bluest of eyes and full red lips.
She had a body that men lusted after when she was seen in public, large plump breasts that were only accentuated by her corset, a small waist and full round hips. Sven was glad that her body was not visible under the dresses that she wore outside of the castle, but fire shot through his veins when he was the way the soldiers looked at her as she pranced through the castle in more revealing clothes. It was times like that when Sven wished he had been able to give her a brother. Someone who would be able to keep an eye on her all of the time. To be honest Sven knew he would breathe a sigh of relief once she was married. At least then he would not have to worry about her as much even if it meant that his little girl was growing up.
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