by Amber Heart
It gave in with a long rusted moan as she twisted it all the way around. The musky damp air reminded her of the time when she would play in the attic of the old family house as a child. It was dark inside and she stabbed away the blackness with her flashlight.
“Well, looks just like as I would have imagined.” She sighed. “Dust, cobwebs and everything else all over. Guess I’ll be sleeping in the car tonight.”
She walked around the large hall for a few more minutes, her own footfalls echoing around the silence. The house had a second tier, but the stairway going up looked ready to collapse. She decided to pass and turned to head outside.
The moon was up by the time she locked the front door and walked down the steps. A cold chill had descended over the area and she hugged her arms around her as she walked over to her car. She felt a strange sensation of being watched. She shook her head and dismissed it as fatigue from her drive, and she was also hungry. The coffee and bagels in her car would have to do before she tucked herself in. Maybe the place would look better in the morning, she figured.
“Howdy, Miss!” A deep voice made her jump and drop the flashlight.
She felt a sudden chill run down her spine and slowly turned towards the sound of the voice. Her palms felt sweaty and she rubbed them on her skirt. Her eyes went wide at the sight of a large man silhouetted by the moonlight.
“Wh… wh… who are… you?” She managed to stutter as she faced the tall man in a large hat before her.
“It’s me, Cooper, Miss Morgan.” He said, with a lazy drawl and moved closer.
“No, stay back, I don’t know any Cooper…” Selene picked up the flashlight and waved it like a club. “And… and how did you know my name?”
“Miss Morgan, I sure hope you ain’t been drinking,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d reckon you didn’t recognize me with all this dust… I’ve been on the trail for a week.”
“This is crazy… did… did any of the guys at work put you up to this?” Selene took a step back. “But how would they know… I didn’t tell anyone. Did Prescott… oh, heck, what am I thinking?”
“You need to relax, Miss.” Cooper smiled and took off his hat and dusted it on his boot.
The bright moonlight illuminated his features and Selene’s eyes went wide. He looked as if he had stepped out of a John Wayne movie. He was tall; broad shouldered and was dressed like a Cowboy from the nineteenth century, plaid shirt, riding boots, loaded gun-belt and all. He was handsome, in a rugged, unkempt way. His long dark hair fell to his shoulders and his smile sent a flutter through her belly. Selene composed herself, unsure of this strange man she was standing before, alone in a very lonely place.
“Are you a squatter here, the one I was told about?” She ventured nervously. “Look, I don’t want any trouble.”
“You sure you’re okay, Miss Morgan.” He smiled again and cocked his head. “You didn’t sound like this when I left for the cattle run.”
“Wait, this isn’t funny anymore?” Selene felt her anger rise. “You either tell me who you are or get off my property. I’m going to give you three seconds before I call the police.”
“Selene, my love…” Cooper sounded puzzled. He stood for a while, ruffling his flowing dark locks.
Selene took a deep breath as she watched him. He was the most handsome man she had seen in a while. Oozing of manliness, the kind that’s hard to find these days. Like some hero out of an old movie or fantasy story, the kind that every girl dreams of meeting. She felt dizzy and staggered to the side. Must be the long drive, she thought. A good night’s rest would do her good.
“Are you unwell?” He asked her. She detected concern in his voice, as if he had known her long enough to care.
“Good lord, Cooper.” She cried out. “Who are you?”
In a flash he was by her side, and before she could stop him, his hand caressed her face, gently. She gasped at his touch. It sent a flurry of electric current through her body like she never felt before. Her head began to throb, everything seemed to spin and she could feel herself falling down.
“Miss Morgan… Selene!” Cooper whispered and his arms were cradling her as she swooned and fell.
He lifted her up in his arms as if she was made of feathers and brought her ashen face close to his. She looked groggily into his deep green eyes and felt herself getting lost in them. Her nostrils flared at the muskiness all over him and it drove a fierce passion into her heart. Selene didn’t quite understand what was coming over her, and why she would suddenly feel so enamored of this perfect stranger.
Her mind and her body were at odds, and her rationality was losing. She let her instincts take over and threw her arms around his neck. Her quivering lips opened to welcome his kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and sent shivers of ecstasy all over her body. The dense hardness of his broad chest and muscular arms filled her with a sense of desire to be taken by him, then and there in the open, under the moonlight. She couldn’t make any sense of it; it was as if she was under some kind of spell.
“Oh, Selene…” Cooper moaned. “For so long I have waited to have you in my arms again…”
“Cooper… I don’t know you…” Selene caressed his face, feeling the week long stubble on his square jaw and strong chin, “But I want you, like I never wanted anyone before.”
Cooper kissed her again, with more passion. She tasted the whiskey in his breath and she loved it. Her nimble fingers caressed his thick neck and broad shoulders as he carried her over to a large flat rock. The bright moonlight flooded the area, but Selene didn’t care. There wasn’t another soul within miles of the place. Her desire for him was driving her insane, she couldn’t care even if there were hundreds of people there; all she wanted was this rugged cowboy to ravage her body.
The large man placed her gently on the rock and stood back to admire her. Selene felt his intense stare on her; she could sense his desire burning into her. Her body felt feverish, longing for his touch, longing for him to fill her, to make her orgasm. She hitched up her skirt and spread her legs for him. Her panties were damp with her desire and she knew he could pick up her arousal from his smile.
“Selene, you’re more adventurous than ever.” Cooper smiled and leaned in close.
“I still don’t know how you know my name,” Selene whispered, “But I don’t care anymore… if you touch my pussy now, I swear I’m going to cum all over your hand.”
“Then I gonna do more than just touch, dearest…” The cowboy wiggled his tongue at her.
Selene gasped loudly at the anticipation of his snaking tongue on her quivering pussy. A sense of euphoria ran through her as he reached up her thighs and gently pulled her soaked panties off. His handsome face hovered over her wet pussy and he looked at her mischievously.
“Oh, God! Cooper!” Selene groaned with lust. “Enough of the teasing… come on, lick my pussy.”
“I reckon I am going to.” He drawled sexily and gently planted a kiss on her pussy.
Selene jerked at the sensation, bucking her hips up at him. The cowboy slipped his large hands under her lush buttocks and lifted her pelvis up to his face. He grinned from ear to ear and popped her throbbing clitoris into his mouth. His lips and tongue drove her crazy; she grabbed his thick haired head and dug her nails into his scalp.
“Oh fuck,” She whimpered. “Oh, yes… this is so good.”
“Mmmmhh!” Cooper nodded, his eager mouth full of her pussy, as his callused hands caressed her thighs and buttocks.
Selene’s heart began to race and her breath quickened. His hands felt like fiery torches on her soft skin. Her whole body shivered with each lap of his tongue on her aching pussy. The cowboy’s strong fingers probed at her slit and he inserted one inside. His lips and tongue danced over her clitoris, sending her to ecstasy heights she had never known, as he finger-fucked her slowly. She felt her insides clench hard and knew an orgasm of intense proportion would wrack her body soon.
“Oh, Cooper… Ohhh,” She moaned,
clawing at his head. “Ohhh… I’m going to cumm so hard… oohhh.”
Cooper grinned and squeezed her swollen pussy between his finger and thumb, making a little camel toe bulge for his tongue to lash over. That pushed her over the brink. Her body shuddered and she gave in to the release. Days of pent up tension and emotions cascaded out of her in a rush of euphoria. She moaned and wept loudly, not caring that they were out in the open, in a front yard of an old ranch house under the full moon. She shivered as the cowboy lapped away at the juices flowing freely out of her.
Her body shook with each wave coursing through her and she felt Cooper reach up and under her blouse. His deft hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. His fingers teased her cherry hard nipples, intensifying her orgasm. She gasped and whimpered, her fingers clawing at him, wanting him.
“Oh, Cooper… that was so good.” She moaned. “I want more… come on up, cowboy… come on and ride me.”
“Miss Morgan,” He smiled, licking her taste on his lips. “I’ve never heard you speak so freely before… you’re downright making this ol’ ranch hand real horny.”
“Damn straight, I am,” Selene slurred, driven by her lust, “Get on top of me… fuck me, baby.”
“Yee-haw!” The cowboy bellowed and dropped his gun-belt and trousers in one go.
Though his cock wasn’t the biggest one she had ever seen, it was big enough and sure looked like the hardest. It throbbed and pulsed as he moved up to her. Selene spread her legs out wide, her wet pussy hungry and wanting.
She gasped at the thickness of his hard cock as it slid into her. She reached out and grasped at his chest and shoulders. He was more man than she had ever known. Rock hard and chiseled as if from granite, he was every bit a hard working cowboy, refined and honed by nature. She wondered if she would ever find another like him, ever.
“Ohmigod!” She gasped. “Your cock is so hard… it feels so good.”
“Yeah, Miss Morgan…” He groaned and slammed his hips against her. “It feels great in there too… so wet and warm, and tight.”
“Whoever you are, baby.” Selene whispered. “You’re sure making this trip worth the while.”
Cooper grunted and lifted her legs over his shoulders, bringing more of his weight down on her, going in deeper into her pussy. Selene felt herself being folded in half, but she liked it. His hard cock plunged in even deeper into her and she enjoyed the fullness. She reached down and grabbed at his iron hard butt, and whatever the guy was, cowboy or not, he must have spent a lot of time on a saddle or doing deep squats to get those killer glutes, she thought.
“Oh, Selene…” He grunted. “It’s time you rode this bronco.”
With a sudden drop to the side he rolled over with her, his cock still deep inside and was on his back with her on top. She felt breathless by the ease of his movement. Must be all those years handling cattle, she laughed.
On top now, Selene took charge. She pressed her palms down over his chest and bounced up and down on his cock. She felt a thrill each time his cock slid almost out of her and then went in all the way to the base. Her belly clenched as she moved like an exotic dancer over him. She felt his hard fingers dig into her soft, yielding buttocks, sending shivers all through her.
His thickness plunging deep within her and her excitement triggered her second orgasm of the night. Her fingers clawed at his hairy chest and he pulled her close to him. He kissed her lips and stuck his tongue into her mouth as she came in shuddering spasms all over his cock. Her whimpers were muffled with his tongue dancing with hers.
She felt his cock swell up in response to her orgasm all over it. She pressed down hard on his cock, squeezing his thickness tight. He looked like he was about to cum.
“No, wait.” Selene shouted. “Not in there… I’m not on the pill.”
Cooper looked bewildered for a moment.
“I want to taste you, Cooper. I want you to cum in my mouth.”
“Uh, Miss Morgan…” The cowboy’s eyes went wide. “That’s highly irregular, but I’d love that too.”
Selene quickly got off his cock and slid down until the rigid cock was standing upright in front of her face. She grabbed the base and began to stroke him. Opening her moist lips she took the red hot head into her mouth. His gasp told her how much he enjoyed that. She stroked his shaft furiously while sucking on the head with fervor.
His balls twitched and tightened, signaling the release of his cum. She felt his cock expand in her hand as she kept stroking it hard. Her lips clamped down on the head, she didn’t want a drop to spill.
Suddenly he cried out and jerked. His muscular body went stiff and she felt a rush of cum explode inside her mouth. She looked up at him in surprise. Instead of the usual warmth, Cooper’s cum was cold. But it tasted as good as any other she could remember. He kept cumming for a while and she hungrily swallowed every drop.
“Oh, Selene…” He sighed and ran his hands over her blonde hair.
“Mmmhh, that was different… but so yummy.” Selene grinned at him, still stroking his cock slowly. “And I’d like some more.”
“Sure thing, Miss Morgan…” The cowboy grinned. “The night is young and the moon is still high.”
~
It was almost noon, with the sun high in the sky when she pulled up in front of the little Real Estate office. Prescott was waiting by the door. He gave her a quizzical look.
“Good Morning, Miss Morgan.” He nodded as she stepped out of the car. “Have a good night?”
“Morning, Mister Prescott.” She smiled at him. “Yes, I had a very good night. And I’ve decided to keep the place after all.”
“Well, that’s good for you.” Prescott agreed. “There’s a few things we have in our safe I’d plumb forgotten to get over last evening… we’d be glad if you’d take them too.”
“What sort of things?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Old family heirlooms and such, nothing of great value.” He replied as he pulled out a small box from the safe.
“Why am I not surprised?” She laughed with a rueful shake of the head.
‘So what changed your mind to keep the place?” Prescott asked as he handed her the box.
“I met this fellow you mentioned. The caretaker…” She said, eyeing him with care. “And he agreed to look after the place for me, for a weekly pay.”
“Ah, you don’t have to humor an old man…” He chuckled softly.
“Well, I did meet this…” She began indignantly but decided to let it go. “What’s in the box?”
“Some letters, more papers, a few trinkets and some old portraits and photographs.”
Selene opened the box and began examining the artifacts. Prescott was right, nothing was of value. What a waste. She turned her attention to the portraits and old sepia toned photographs.
“And how old are these?” She asked, laying them out on the table.
“Oh, about seventy to a hundred years or more.”
She peered at the family pictures with interest, not recognizing any one. Neither of her parents ever mentioned a family ranch while she was growing up and she had no other family apart from them.
A striking picture of a young woman caught her eye. The picture was in black and white, but she could tell the woman was a blonde.
“Who is this?” She looked up at Prescott.
“Ah, that’d be Miss Delilah Morgan; she was the talk of the town back when the Morgans owned most of this place.”
Selene nodded and pulled up another old photograph, this one featured a group of men dressed like cowboys standing around the same young woman. She scanned the images of the men and her breath caught. One of them looked distinctly familiar.
Cooper. Her mind raced. How old was this picture, also a hundred years? How was that possible? She met Cooper the night before.
“Who are… these men?” She asked apprehensively.
“Those were the famous Wheaton boys, the best darn cattle wranglers in town. Cody and Cooper, they w
ere near legend among them.”
Cooper! She felt a numbing chill descend all over her. It couldn’t be.
“Rumor has it,” Prescott continued. “That the one of Wheaton boys was in love with Miss Morgan there, and gave his life trying to save her from a stampede back in 1903.”
Selene’s face had lost all color. She grabbed a glass of water and took a long sip. She absently picked up another piece of paper and looked at it. It was a kind of certification. A birth certificate of a Miss Delilah Selene Morgan dated 1874. She placed the glass back on the table and gathered up everything in the box.
“Is there a decent hotel in town?” She asked. “I think I’m going to spend some time here looking over my new estate… for a few more days.”
The Immortal Were Curse
Paranormal Werewolf Erotica
By Amber Heart
The intense passion in his dark, mist laden eyes filled her with dread and also a perverse longing to be taken by him. She reluctantly allowed his searching hands to roam all over her young nubile body, the coarse roughness feeling good on her soft skin in a strange way. Her fears began to ebb as she gave in to the animal instinct that drove all humans to be one with nature. Her breathing came in short ragged bursts as the anticipation of his arousal entering her body made her heart race.
She moaned with pleasure into his ear, encouraging him on. His deep throaty voice felt like an orchestra out of tune, musical and yet in discord. And when he called out her name…
“Helena Preston!” The sound of her name made her look up from the small book she was reading and slam it shut.
“Yes, Professor Blake?” Helena answered, adjusting her glasses and peering up at the stocky little middle aged woman.
“This is a field trip, young lady.” The college professor standing over her wagged a fat finger. “And you’re here to know about nature from nature itself… not from that book you keep reading.”
“I’m sorry, Professor.” Helena blushed, stuffing the little red leather bound book hurriedly into her handbag. “It won’t happen again.”