“But why did that lion attack you yesterday, if the shifters are in such trouble then why don’t they stick together?” I asked, taking a sip of coffee, still not entirely convinced that I should believe any of this.
“The lion did not attack me Hope. It attacked you. When you went into town you attracted some unwanted attention. I’m not the only one who could see the fire in your eyes waiting to be released. There are those on the prairies would rather not see your kind back again.”
“My kind?”
“Your kind. The Eagle-Folk. I know that you felt it for a second when you came. You left yourself for a moment, there are huge powers within you Hope, powers that you need to learn to release.”
“I can’t release any more than I did last night with you.” I said.
The big man grinned at me while helping himself to another egg. “Oh I think that you can. It’s like anything else in life. It just takes training, and I’m more than happy to train you.”
What on earth was he on about? Running a marathon takes training, teaching your dog not to go on the carpet takes training, turning into an eagle does not take training – it takes a complete suspension of belief in all the laws of the universe. The man was obviously mad, sexy but mad.
“I don’t know if I can take any more Hakan,” I said. “I have a job to get back to, maybe I should take the bus this afternoon. I really wish you and your people all the best with the were-lions, but it’s not for me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, you certainly know how to get a girl over her break-up, but I’m not an eagle, I’m an account administrator.”
“You wish my people all the best? I have no people! I am my people! That’s why I need you Hope.” He slammed his fist hard against the table, making the cutlery jump. “If you go back now you will never know who you truly are.”
“But I know who I am, I’m Hope Richardson. I work for Devale Corporation, I’ve just taken the lease on a new condo and I go to church every Sunday. I have a life to go back to! So what if I don’t ride motorbikes around or get attacked by mountain lions. It’s truly my life and I’m truly happy with it.”
“Give me a week. Phone your boss or whoever, say you’re ill, your mothers sick, anything, just give me one week with you.”
His eyes burned with violet intensity, the rage that had made him bang the table seemed to have left him, but he stared at me with his jaw set, challenging me to say no. I got the distinct feeling that Hakan, for all his easy-going charm and laid back country manners, was probably a very dangerous man to get on the wrong side of.
He stood up and began to massage my shoulders, his broad hands slipping down onto the swell of my breasts while he gently kissed my neck, I felt the familiar wetness between my legs as he whispered in my ear, “Just one more week.”
I think my body reacted more than my brain, I tipped my head back and with a sigh mouthed “okay.”
Chapter Nine
Just before lunch I heard the powerful roar of Hakan’s bike tearing along the trail towards town. He had left telling me he had some things to arrange, and that he’d be back the next day. This was not what I signed up for when I left a message with work saying I had a family emergency. I wanted Hakan to take me in his strong arms and carry on our training, not make me lug sticks around in the hot sun with the hippie volunteers. A guy with long curly brown hair sidled up to me.
“Hi, its Hope isn’t it?” He said. I nodded. “I’m Jase,” he continued. “I see you’ve been getting quite close to the mysterious Hakan. He’s quite intense isn’t he?” Again I nodded. Unsure of where this line of questioning was headed.
“I’ve seen he goes off on that big motorbike at all times of the night, and sometimes he’s gone for days at a stretch. Me and the guys,” he gestured to the rest of the ragtag construction crew. “We were wondering, is he a drug dealer?”
The question took me completely by surprise. “What?” I asked, incredulous.
“Well you know, biker, odd hours. He doesn’t seem to care so much about the farm, leaves all that to his manager. We were talking last night and figured he must be up to something. These rural towns have quite a problem with drugs now-a-days, we figured he must be caught up in that somehow.”
“If he is up to anything like that, which I very much doubt, then I’m sure I know nothing about it. I think he just has a lot on his mind. If you really want to know you could always ask him when he gets back.” I said.
“No, no,” Said Jase. “I wouldn’t want to do that. He’s kind of scary. I just thought, you know, well, it’s pretty boring working out here for nothing, some drugs might just be fun.”
I shook my head, “Sorry Jase, can’t help you there at all. But there’s a bar in town you could hitch to if you wanted some fun. I’m sure you could meet some interesting folk.” I tried to stop myself from shuddering, thinking back to the depressed locals and the creepy eyed barman.
“Sure, good idea, thanks Hope. Hey do you want to come with us?”
I shook my head, one trip to Old Reds was probably enough to last me a life time.
The afternoon seemed to drag on forever. The other volunteers excitedly planned their night out as they worked. I wanted to tell them to prepare for disappointment, but it seemed cruel to shatter their expectations when there was so little to look forward to out here. Finally, as the sun was slipping towards the plains I heard the roar of Hakan’s motor bike returning, my body gave a little involuntary thrill of excitement at the sound and I ran towards the spot at the back of the barn where he parked.
“Hey,” I said, bounding up to him. “What were you up to today?”
There was no humour in his face as he spoke. “If it’s okay I’d rather not say.” He said.
I felt slightly deflated at his cold reply, but I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice. “Well I’ve been building a corral. Good honest work for a good honest country girl like me.” I clenched my fist and tried to flex my not very impressive bicep.
Hakan looked unimpressed for a moment, then slowly walked towards me. “You’re a strong, strong woman Hope Richardson.” He said, hamming up is country accent, he walked forward and took me in his big arms. He bent down to kiss me.
“The other volunteers are all heading into town tonight.” I said when our lips had parted. “I thought we might stay here and continue my training.”
He broke into a broad grin. “I think that’s a very good idea.”
***
The fire danced and jumped in front of us as Hakan poured me another bourbon. Sitting inside the glowing circle cast by the fire made the rest of the plains seem somehow darker and less inhabited. I couldn’t see another light for miles. I reached down and threw another log onto the inferno, copying Hakan who couldn’t seem to let the fire rest for more than twenty minutes without stoking it or adding more fuel.
“Why do you take such care over the fire Hakan?” I asked, snuggling in closer to the big man.
“Old shifter law.” He said, staring into the flames.
“What? Old shifter law says you can never, ever, let the fire out, because if you do,” I paused for dramatic effect “You’ll get cold.” I felt Hakan’s body shake as he tried to chuckle at my lame joke. “Oh I forgot your name means fire doesn’t it? Is this some sort of weird naming curse? If you were called Big Jug of Milk would you never be allowed to let the milk run dry in your kitchen?”
He gave another laugh, louder this time. “I’ll thank you not to ridicule my culture, sheesh, white people.” He gently punched my arm. “You’re going to think it’s completely stupid, but during the First Shifter War the Yee Naaldlooshii made a sacred law to stop us wiping each other out. The Wolf-People had attacked the Bear-Folk in their camp and slaughtered all the cubs. To stop it happening again, and to make sure that warriors only killed other warriors they forbade any shifter from entering the camp of another until they had first been invited by a member of the camp, after which they were free to come and go as they pleased.”<
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“So what’s that got to do with the fire?” I didn’t care if what he was saying was complete nonsense, I was just enjoying being near him, feeling the heat from the fire, the bourbon warming me from the inside and his deep rich voice flowing over me.
“The Yee Naaldlooshii made a ruling that the size of someone’s camp was the whole area where on a moonless, starless night you could see your hand at arm’s length just by the light of the fire.”
“So the bigger the fire the bigger the safe area.” I said.
“Exactly.” He stood up. “Try it. Walk with your hand out until you can no longer see it, you’ll be surprised at how far you get.”
I did as I was told, walking into the night with my arm stretched out. With the size of the inferno I must have travelled at least forty yards before I could no longer see my hand. Walking back towards the bonfire I quickly calculated the size of the circle formed if the light travelled just as far in all directions. “So the safe area takes in your lodge and the dormitory on this side, and the bank of the river on that side, and even the little ridge over there?” I said.
“That’s right, and inside this circle the only shifter you have to worry about is me.” His face was lit for a second by a flash of lightening from the distant, long promised storm. Hakan waited until the clap of thunder came rolling over us and then sprang for me, almost bowling me over with his force, kissing me passionately. As our lips were locked he slipped first one of the straps from my dress off my shoulder, then the other. With a gentle pull he let my dress fall to the ground, exposing my breasts to the dancing orange light of the fire. He bent his head slowly and kissed down my neck, taking one of my pink nipples into his dark wet mouth. I felt myself melting for him as he knelt in-front of me and pulled aside my panties, pressing his face against me, slowly and deliberately licking me up and down before flicking his tongue out against my sensitive clit.
I gave a yelp of pleasure and twisted my hands in his hair, pulling him away. I was remembering what I had seen by the river bank, his thick heavy cock rising and falling as he slept. I wanted it to be me who pleasured him this time round.
“Wait,” I said, pushing him backwards so that he sat on a log facing the flames. “I want to do you this time,” I paused, “only I’ve never done anything like this before, so if it feels weird...”
“Hope remember, let yourself go. Touch yourself while you are touching me, feed the wild thing inside you. Make your body feel good and what to do with mine will come naturally.” Said Hakan.
I knelt between his legs and gently slid my hand up the inside of his denim clad thigh. I was shocked at how quickly I encountered the bulge. If felt so firm and hot as I slid my hand toward the zipper on his fly. I slowly began to undo him, realising as the material parted that he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his jeans. The fabric pulled apart, offering me a delicious view of his thick, smooth shaft.
I had assumed that once you opened a man’s flies it just popped out, but I was beginning to realise that it didn’t work like that. The length of his cock ran down his pants leg and I didn’t know what to do, should I take his jeans off completely? Should I just reach in and pull it out? But would bending it like that hurt him? I looked up imploringly, hoping for an answer from Hakan.
“Listen to your body.” He said. “Touch yourself, caress those fantastic tits of yours, stroke your pussy. Let the wild out.”
I did as I was told, running one of my hands over my breasts and down toward my most sensitive parts. I had never felt myself so wet. As I rubbed myself I gently stroked Hakan through his fly, getting the feel of his size and texture. I began to heat up thanks to the work of my own nimble fingers. Why had I not started doing this stuff years ago? I worked myself harder and before I knew it I had pulled out Hakan’s manhood, not caring that it bent slightly as I exposed it, just knowing that I had to have it.
I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, amazed at the size. I mean, I know my experience is somewhat limited, but it had to be bigger than normal, it was almost as thick as my wrist. I began to stroke its length slowly, matching the rhythm of strokes on his cock to the gentle flicks I was giving myself. I was almost operating on instinct as I reached down and planted a kiss on the end of his manhood. I drew my head away and then bent to kiss it again, this time parting my lips slightly and allowing the crown to slip into my waiting mouth. I felt a gentle pressure from his hands on the back of my head, Hakan was obviously enjoying the experience.
I bent again to the firm member, working it harder with hand now that it was lubricated with my own saliva. The movement came so naturally to me, my fingers were working my body towards that now familiar feeling of a crashing orgasm, I rubbed myself harder and harder, the sounds of Hakan’s heavy excited breathing turning me on almost as much as the work of my hands.
“Oh god. That’s amazing.” Said Hakan, his voice deep and horse with lust. The sound of his pleasure was enough to tip me into my own orgasm, I arched my back, thrusting my ass out, crying out in intense pleasure.
Once more I got the sensation that I had been ripped from my body, that I was floating high above the prairie, looking down on myself knelt by the fire. It seemed to last for longer this time and I was able to look around, over the flat and empty landscape, deserted but for a lone pick up speeding along the road, its headlamps creating two cones of light in the dark, right over to the approaching mass of storm-clouds that blackened the horizon.
I shuddered as I returned to my body, feeling my rigid nipples and the wet between my legs as though they belonged to someone else. I felt Hakan’s hands under my arms, pulling me up so that my head was level with his. Both of us were breathing heavily as he pulled me in and kissed me, his lips were salty with a faint tang of sweat from the heat of the fire.
“Do you think you’re ready?” Asked Hakan, his violet eyes burning. My mind spun wildly, flashing through all those years of chastity, all the boyfriends I had pissed off by not giving it away, all those times I had dreamt about my perfect white wedding and my perfect white wedding night, the draped four poster bed. Was I really going to give it all away here in front of the fire to a man I barely even knew? I looked into his intense eyes, eyes that seemed to find and ignite a fire within my own soul, and I nodded.
“I’m ready.”
Hakan stood up and spread out the thick fur blanket we had been sitting on next to the fire. “Is this your first time?”
I didn’t feel embarrassed or upset at the question. Normally when the subject of my virginity was raised I found myself feeling ashamed somehow, or feeling like I had to defend myself and my decisions, but he spoke with such natural candour and acceptance that I just smiled. “Yes.” I said.
“Okay, then we’ll go slowly. Come and lie down with me.”
I sunk onto the rug next to him, with the heat of the fur and the fire, and the sensation of my orgasm still fading from my body, I felt so relaxed that I could just fall asleep. Hakan kicked off his jeans and then his weight was on top of me, gently crushing me into the soft fur as he kissed me. He ran a hand from my face into my hair, brushing it out of my eyes and tucking it behind my ear, then down my neck, along the smooth skin of my flank to rest on my soft ass. He skilfully pulled down my panties and threw them aside, leaving us there, a man and woman, completely naked by the side of a roaring fire, a scene as old as all human history.
Hakan rested the weight of his body on one elbow, leaving the other hand free to explore the soft contours of my body. His fingers traced dancing circles round my nipples, bringing them to life while his rough tongue twined against mine. His nimble digits slid down my body until they found my most intimate valley. Parting me gently he slipped one thick finger inside me while his thumb skimmed delicately round my nub.
My body reacted instinctively, and I found myself pushing against him, desperate to take more of him inside me. Suddenly he was kneeling between my legs, his broad shaft gripped in his hands. He rubbed the thick head twice up a
nd down my cleft, coating himself in my slippery juices. This was it, my last chance, to pull out. I could still change my mind now, say thank you very much Mr Hakan, it’s been lovely but I’ve rather changed my mind. But I didn’t, instead I felt his broad crown pushing against my opening, ready to open me up at any moment. This was it, no going back. Thunder washed over us, mingling with the sound of Hakan’s deep guttural growl, and I felt the first fat heavy drop of rain hit my skin.
I expected Hakan to thrust into me, to rip my virginity from me in a brutal wave of pain. In the one mother-daughter talk we’d had about the subject that’s how my mother had described it, a brutal agonizing experience, best avoided at all costs. But this was different, Hakan was so slow and gentle that I almost felt like screaming for him to hurry up as he pushed his way inside me. Yes there was pain, but it was so mixed up in other feelings, feelings of excitement, of fullness, of heat and contentment that it blended into the back ground. I couldn’t believe it I was actually having sex.
I reached up and put my hands on either side of Hakan face, looking into his eyes I got the impression that he was fighting a great internal battle, that half of him wanted to rip into me and devour me, to take me as hard as he could right there on the ground, and the other half, the half that was winning out wanted to be the caring considerate lover he was being now. After spending days telling me to let the wild thing inside me out he was now caging his own inner beast, something that I was thankful for, there would be time for rough animalistic sex in the future, time for every type of sex under the sun.
I moaned and writhed, the feeling was so unusual to me, the feeling of being completely full, stuffed to the brim, but looking down I saw that Hakan was still only half in. It was such an erotic view, past my reddening chest and heaving bosoms to the place where Hakan was burying himself in me. I started to push back against him, rocking my pelvis forward, taking a little more of him in each time. He caught my motion and we moved together, our bodies joined in the warm light of the fire.
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