[Runes of Argyl 01.0] The Runes of Argyl Trilogy

by Jessica Savage

  When he finally lifted himself up to stand beside me again, I began cleaning him off. I grabbed the shampoo and rubbed it all over his body. He was so hairy he almost warranted a full body shampoo, I laughed to myself. I soaped up his chest, arms, and of course his pubes. Satisfied with my work, and having gotten my fill of rubbing his muscled body yet again, I grabbed the showerhead and sprayed him down. He had needed this kind of TLC for some time. I grabbed some soap and began scrubbing all over his body. I rubbed some soap on my hands and started giving his shaft some extra attention. I stroked slowly, the soap around my hands soon foaming as I built up momentum. I began going faster, and Eric let out another moan. He sounded so cute when he did this, like the cub side of an otherwise powerful bear.

  I began stroking faster, my hands moving like mad. Finally as I let go, a good load shot from him, hitting the shower wall, where the water quickly began to wash it down toward the drain. To be honest, at that point I thought we were through for the day. I mean, how many times had we already done it? But it seemed he still was not fully sated as I felt him lift me in the air and press my back against the shower wall. With his arms wrapped around me I felt his cock, still as erect as ever, enter me, stretching me open again, as my pussy lips split wide to allow him to enter. I screamed his name as his dick slid in and out again. He was carrying my full weight, my knees hooked over his elbows as he easily brought my spread thighs up and down on his rock hard cock.

  “Oh my God!” I shouted. “Oh my God.” I repeated, in an even deeper voice as it felt like he reached new depths. By this time, after such a drilling we were both grunting like beasts. Guttural sounds escaped my lips as he drove himself deeper still inside of me for the final thrusts. I screamed his name one last time as his seed spilled into me again. Finally, he let me down, one leg at a time, and we both stood there panting and smiling as we held each other, the water spilling over our bodies. I was a little unsteady on my feet, and exhausted, but clean. After one last cleaning we finally shut off the water.

  Collapsing on the coach I felt I had reached nirvana. This man had destroyed me, filling me with so much sperm I didn’t know where it all went, and it felt amazing. All the sexual release had left me in a state of total relaxation and inner peace. Eric lay next to me, seemingly at peace as well. The beast had been satisfied. I wrapped my arms around him, declaring, “My teddy bear.”

  “I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he replied. “That was amazing. It feels so good to be with you. And it feels good to make you feel good. You helped me when no one else was there for me. We are going to make this work. I promise.”

  “Yay!” I replied. “So, you are going to be my pet? If so, I need to speak to my landlord about a pet deposit, and to see if I can allow bears in the house.”

  Eric looked at me, laughing. “I’m sure that will work out to your favor. Hey, maybe I can turn into a bear in front of the landlord. Do you think he’d give us a break on the rent?”

  “I highly doubt that,” I said. With that, I turned on the TV. There was another news report about the zoo. The public, it seemed, fearing the bear on the loose, was demanding the zoo be held accountable or be shut down until the bear was recaptured.

  “Everyone fears you,” I said. “I find that funny. You’re the kindest, gentlest … and sexiest bear I have ever known. I wish more people could see that. I mean, I want them to see the first two parts…the sexy part can be our secret.”

  He laughed. “They’re never going to find me. This bear plans to stay on the loose.”

  “Speaking of bear, are you going to sleep on the floor when you turn? Should I make you a bed, or put a futon on the floor for you to sleep on? Can futons even handle a bear?”

  He shook his head. “Beats me. I’ll just sleep on the floor. Compared to that shitty cage, it’s like sleeping in a five-star hotel bed.”

  “True,” I replied. “And plus, you’re the perfect security system. I mean, forget a guard dog. Try a guard bear!”

  We laughed, but then Eric sighed. “I still need to figure out what I am going to do. I mean, I need to find work, and see about reclaiming my old life…or at least letting everyone know I am ok. Of course I will have to explain all the hair then,” he laughed.

  “Well, you can stay for as long as you like. But if you want, maybe I could ask about you getting a job at the zoo.”

  “I’d rather not. That place brings back bad memories.”

  “I think there’s a honey factory up the road you can work at,” I said.

  “Ok, enough with the bear jokes!” Eric replied, chuckling.

  “Or you could work at Build-a-Bear,” I added.

  “Your jokes are un-bear-able,” Eric said. With that we collapsed into each other’s arms again, showering each other with laughter and a few little kisses. This is how I fell in love with Eric, my bear. We shared the same lame sense of humor, plus he was smart, funny, and he loved animals. In fact, he was an animal. And did I mention that he’s sexy? So it’s the ultimate deal. As I write this, I don’t know what the future will bring, if he’ll ever be cured, or even if it’s somehow contagious and I’ll become one myself. All that matters is that we are together. My beastly man completes me, and I love being his beauty.

  THE END

  What the Outlaw Takes

  Samantha Leal

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  Table of Contents

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  1.

  After all of this time, it was finally happening. Emma watched Dale pack his bags. He was tipping the drawers out onto the bed and sweeping his clothes inside them in big crumpled balls, refusing to look at her as he went. She had never wanted this to happen, but after two years of trying to make their relationship work, she knew now that she had to cut her losses and get out before it was too late.

  “Dale,” she whispered. “Please, at least talk to me.”

  “I’ve got nothing to say,” he hissed as he zipped up one bag and started on the other. “I get it, you don’t want to be with me and that’s fine. What else is there to say…?”

  Emma sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at him. He was right, but she still deserved some closure. They had been in each other’s lives for such a long time and even though it would be futile, it seemed wrong to simply end everything without a proper discussion.

  It hadn’t always been so bad between them. When they first met, Dale had been everything she thought she wanted in a man. He was handsome, together, well brought up, and he had ambition and was going places. But as the weeks, months and years passed, Emma grew to realize that just because someone is conventionally good on paper, it didn’t mean that those particular set of characteristics were right for her. Dale was dependable and safe, he was a sure thing…and even though his predictability had become tedious and boring, that hadn’t driven her away. For all of his good points, he had one major flaw and that was he was unprepared to give her the one thing she wanted most.

  Even though it had terrified her to admit it, she finally did one night as she watched him sleeping and knew that she felt nothing…

  She needed more.

  She needed something exciting.

  Dale zipped up the second bag and turned to look at her.

  “Let’s not leave things like this,” she began. “I never meant to hurt you.”

  Dale held up his hand to stop her from speaking.

  “Let’s not do this,” he said. “I don’t want to hear any more of what you have to say.”

  “But…”

  “No,” he said as he slung bot
h of the bags over his shoulder. “I knew this was going to happen one day. I was just kidding myself.”

  “You never really wanted me either, admit it,” she said, standing up to face him and placing her hands on her hips.

  She remembered back to their conversations, all of the nights they had talked about their dreams and aspirations. He knew how much Emma wanted children, but he always laughed it off like she was a fool for having that basic human desire. It was like Dale had never even entertained the idea, and the more she brought it up, the more he seemed to resist. After a year, she had almost given up talking about a baby altogether and that was when the love she had for him began to die. She knew what she wanted and he was never going to give it to her.

  “I just don’t want to be forced into something,” he said finally. “But maybe we never have been on the same page.”

  The relief Emma felt when he admitted it was overwhelming. She sat back on the bed, flopped backwards and closed her eyes, exhaling and letting go of all of the negative energy. It was sad to part with a person who had been her whole world for over two years, but she had put her life on hold and it eventually ground to a halt. She couldn’t wait forever for something that was never going to happen.

  “So I guess this is it?” Dale said from the doorway.

  They had shared that room for over a year and slept side by side every night. They had cuddled together underneath the covers and watched old movies, they’d eaten tubs of ice cream and Dale had helped her pick outfits for nights out with her girlfriends. But it was also the place where he had on a countless number of occasions made her cry, made her feel like she wasn’t good enough for him and repeatedly refused to discuss their future. Emma knew that when it really came down to it, there was no deep emotion running under it all. They weren’t unbreakable, and she knew that she could live without him.

  “Goodbye, Dale,” Emma said without even looking up.

  He sighed and she heard his footsteps heading down the hallway before the slam of the front door. She was alone in the house for the first time in months, but she didn’t mind. She was about to completely restart her life, and this time, she was up for anything.

  2.

  “I can’t believe you actually did it,” Leanne said giddily as she poured Emma a refill on her coffee, as well as one for herself.

  “No,” Emma sighed, “I can’t either...”

  Emma had driven straight across town to see her best friend less than an hour after Dale left and now they were in the coffee house where Leanne worked on weekends. Emma had always liked the place; it was homey and welcoming, and if there was anywhere she had to be after a bad break-up, it would be there. She could sink back into the big, comfortable couches, turn off her cell phone and relax while enjoying some people watching. When Leanne was working, she didn’t have to worry about outstaying her welcome. The other staff barely seemed to notice her as she sat cradling her cappuccino and staring out the window as she watched the world go by.

  “So how did he take it?” Leanne sat down on the arm of the couch and rubbed Emma’s shoulder.

  “Not great,” she sighed. “In fact, he made me feel terrible.”

  “He was a jerk, Em,” Leanne said, getting to her feet. “Don’t feel guilty, you just didn’t work… You both want different things.”

  “I guess,” Emma said. “I know you’re right. I just hate feeling like this, you know?”

  “Sure,” Leanne smiled. “But you did the right thing, you couldn’t keep ignoring how you felt… He was never going to commit all the way, and he seemed to just think he could string you along…”

  “Yeah.” Emma smiled meekly as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

  “Come on,” Leanne smiled. “Not only that, but now we’re free to let loose a bit.” She wiggled her eyebrows, and Emma couldn’t help but smile.

  “Oh, God,” Emma rolled her eyes. “I dread to think what you have in mind…”

  “Well, I’m not telling. You’ll just have to trust me.”

  Leanne grinned and turned on her heel before making her way back to the counter and picking up her notebook and pen. It was nearly 5pm and it was getting busy in there. Emma let herself sink further into the couch, and she turned so her back was to the majority of the room. She didn’t want to risk seeing someone she knew who might ask how Dale was doing and where he was. That would be the last thing she needed, along with all of the awkward questions that would follow…

  She sipped her drink and closed her eyes. It had been a long, emotionally draining day. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed, but at the same time she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be alone. She opened her eyes and looked around. She noticed all of the happy couples sitting at the adjacent tables and she felt a small pang of jealousy. She had never wanted to end up single again, but she knew she had to be honest and true to herself, and Dale was never going to be the one.

  On the table in front of her was a magazine aimed at women just her age. It was glossy and the cover had a gorgeous stick-thin model splashed across it with big, juicy, pouting lips. She opened it up and her eyes were instantly drawn to a two-page spread on dating for millennials. She shuddered at the thought.

  Me, dating… she thought. I wouldn’t even know what to do.

  It had been such a long time since she had dipped her toe in the dating pool, she hadn’t even heard of half of the things that were listed in the magazine’s guide. Out of nowhere there were apps for meeting people around you or by similar interest, there were hook-ups and hot-or-nots. It all seemed so scary and intimidating. Emma closed the magazine and threw it back on the table.

  That is not for me, she thought. I think I’d rather stay single forever.

  She picked up her coffee and finished it before getting to her feet. She swung her purse over her shoulder and made her way to the counter.

  “I’m going to get going,” she said to Leanne.

  “Okay, hon,” Leanne smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

  She hadn’t even thought about it. The weekend loomed ahead, empty and terrifying.

  “I don’t know,” she replied, “For once, I have absolutely nothing planned.”

  “Good,” Leanne slapped her hands together. “I’ll be at your place at eight tomorrow night. I’ll bring some wine and we can have a few drinks before hitting the town.”

  “Seriously?” Emma groaned. “I don’t think I’m ready to go out and be sociable.”

  “What happened to restarting your life?” Leanne demanded. “That’s all you’ve talked about since you decided a few weeks ago that you were going to dump Dale, and now you’re backtracking.”

  “I know, but…”

  “No buts,” Leanne snapped. “This is exactly what you need, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  Emma nodded her head and smiled. Although Leanne could be harsh with her and sometimes hard work, she did know how to bring her around and make her feel better.

  “Okay,” Emma agreed, “I’ll see you at eight… Where are we going? What should I wear?”

  “Don’t worry about that now,” Leanne grinned. “We can sort that out tomorrow. Just leave it to me.” She nodded at Emma with wide, confident eyes. “Now go home, get into bed, do your crying if you need to, and tomorrow you’ll be a new person and we’ll never speak about Dale again, okay?”

  “Okay,” Emma smiled as she saluted her. “Thanks, Leanne. I appreciate it.”

  “I know you do.” She tapped the cash register and it pinged. “Now go on, I don’t want to have to tell you twice.”

  Emma laughed as she turned and walked towards the door, waving over her shoulder as she went.

  3.

  Emma slid her key into the lock and opened the front door to an empty house. The darkness loomed towards her, and as she flicked on the light, she had the overwhelming urge to slam it behind her and just run up to her bed. Instead, she closed it quietly, locked it behind
her and walked slowly into the kitchen. It was early still, and even though she was exhausted, she felt like she owed it to herself to enjoy some alone time.

  She opened the cupboard, grabbed a bottle of Rioja and set it down on the island. She looked around. It was the first time she realized that Dale had barely kept any of his possessions in her home. Even though he had pretty much lived there for the past year, his clothes and a toothbrush were all that he ever brought with him. Now he was gone, and everything still looked the same. All that was missing was him and the sound of a football game coming from the TV in the living room.

  “This is good,” she said aloud. “Now I can watch anything I want, I can cook anything I want and hell, I can even drink wine every night if I want!” She laughed as she uncorked the wine and poured herself a large glass. She took a sip. It was warm, woody and smooth and slipped down her throat easily. She glugged it again and instantly felt a wave of calm wash over her.

  “Perfect,” she whispered, before she scooped her purse up under her arm, the glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, and made her way down the hallway to the stairs.

  Up in her room, she lit candles in every corner and some incense. She lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. She could easily get used to this. It was refreshing having her whole house to herself and knowing that no one was going to burst in and ruin the tranquility. She sipped the wine and turned on some soft music. She couldn’t believe she had actually been upset earlier! This was fantastic. Leanne was right. It was exactly what she needed, and she certainly wouldn’t be crying herself to sleep. She sat up and looked over at her closet. Leanne and her were hitting the town the following evening, and she didn’t even know if she had anything to wear. She turned the soft music over to dance music and skipped over to the closet, throwing the doors open and flicking through the hangers. She hadn’t even seen some of the dresses in there for years. Dale had never approved of some of them because they were too short. Apparently.