SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories)

by Fiona Knightingale

  “Jesus Christ.” It came in the form of me lifting my body and taking half of him before he even realized what I was doing. His eyes were alive with a fire that couldn’t be contained. I loved the way that he was looking at me and it made me feel like he couldn’t live without me. He was only halfway in, but already my insides were taking the initiative and pulling him in the rest of the way.

  “I wasn’t expecting that. I do admit that most of the women that I’ve been with have been cold fish. I had to make the first move. It’s nice to see that somebody else can do some of the work.” I was pushing myself up against him and before long his cock had disappeared. The only thing that was remaining was his balls and if I had my way, I would’ve stuffed them up inside me with the rest of him.

  He moved against me and I could feel his hard on striking up against a part of my body that had not seen action in a very long time. 8 inches was not, as easy to come by as you might think. I suppose, I could resort to going to clubs and feeling up every man to see if they measured up, but I just wasn’t that kind of girl. It’s not to say that I haven’t fantasized about doing that and I’m sure that there were plenty of nights that I used my hands and brought those images into my mind more clearly.

  “I think that you’ll find that I’m full of surprises.” Once again, I proved that adage by reaching up and tweaking at his nipples. He moaned incoherently and I could feel his cock jerking like a fish out of water. I twisted them from side to side, seeing in his eyes that this was not something that had happened to him.

  “I was just getting used to shaving down there. When I came out, it became quite known that this was what was the norm.” I could feel his smooth midsection rubbing up against me and the shaft of his cock was now giving me a little bit of pleasure by touching briefly on my clit.

  “I see that I have myself a handful.” He was smiling and he was now fucking me a little deeper and a little harder than before. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of taking this all the way to the finish line.

  “Jerome, if you think that you’re going to cum before I do, then you got another thing coming.” I was going to have to set the pace and slow this down to a crawl to get what I wanted. I easily turned him by holding on to his waist and making sure that we didn’t come apart.

  I was straddling his chest and raking my fingers down and leaving behind red streaks in my wake. I didn’t dig in too deeply, but enough that he had to arch his back and cry out with a certain pleasure that had come with a little bit of pain.

  “I don’t think I’ve met another girl like you, Natalie.” That was evident by the way that he was reacting. Girls can usually tell when a guy is just faking it, but this was like he was taken aback. I grinded in a circle, making sure that he was hitting that special spot and I found myself gushing all over him.

  “YESSSSSSS.” I pounded down on his midsection, riding him like a cowboy would in a rodeo. If I had a hat, I would be throwing it up over my head. I’m sure that I would even yell a certain phrase that came to mind when a cowboy was getting his.

  “I know that you can feel my cock about to burst. If you really want it, then you know what you have to do. I can tell that you’re trying to hold me back, but it’s not going to work forever.” That orgasm that I was having had completely overwhelmed me to the point that I was a rag doll on top of him. He was the one that was going to have to take this the rest of the way. I had no energy, even though the pleasure that he was inflicting on me was keeping me alert and fully awake.

  He grabbed my hips and started to lift his hips, while I was looking down and watching it appear and disappear at will. I was getting close and I think we both knew that my second one was going to be bigger than the first.

  “Yes… Oh my god… YESSSSSS”, I had no idea who was saying it and it gave me the impression that we were both going off at the same time. I felt the product of his arousal spurting one after the other. I didn’t know if he was ever going to stop. He was literally shaking from the aftermath of what I had put him through.

  We gathered up our clothing, got dressed and look at each other and knew from that moment on that we would be together.

  “I really do want to be with you, Natalie, but I’m going to have to deal with my past. I’ll come to you after I have my meeting with Ramon.” There was no talking him out of this course of action. He needed closure and I think that we both needed it to make this relationship work.

  I drove him back to his shop and then I went about my business for the rest of the day. It was about 5:00 PM when I heard that there were gunshots and that two people had been slain. I was terrified the Jerome had bitten off more than he could chew. I was literally biting my nails and pacing back and forth in my living room for the next 2 hours.

  I heard knocking on the door and I was half expecting to see police officers with their hats lowered to give me the bad news. When I opened the door and saw him standing there with blood on his knuckles, I knew that something had been settled.

  “I’m sorry that I worried you, but this thing had to find a conclusion. It came down to me agreeing to come back to the fold, if Ramon was able to beat me in a fair one on one knuckle dragging fight. I thought that he had me beat, but then I thought about you and it gave me the courage to reach down to a reserve of strength that I didn’t even know I had. I pummeled him, until he wasn’t able to stand. I lifted his hair and looked at him. I think we both knew that this was done. He could’ve easily had me killed, but I’d learned a long time ago that he was a man of honor.”

  I hugged him and I could feel him grimace from most likely bruised ribs. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, where I was going to have to play with him with kid gloves. When he landed on my mattress, I knew from that moment that this relationship would endure until the end of time.

  It was about a month later that I waited for Jerome to come home from his new job. As he opened the door I nervously held up the positive pregnancy test. Would this be another trial in our relationship? Or a turning point? His shocked looked made me think I had my answer, until I saw it slowly transform into a look of joy. Things just got real.

  THE END

  Taken Captive by the Highlander

  Chapter one

  “I don’t know what you are thinking. You know that your place is here in the home. Nobody’s going to take you seriously as an artist. Your paintings are scribbles at best. You’ll never be up there with the greats and for you to even try only shows how delusional you are. When you married me, you married into the Everly royal family and I will not be embarrassed by these drawings being shown in public.” I’d just finished telling Henry that I wanted to pursue my painting. I’d always found a passion with creating something with my own two hands.

  “I understand that you have a standing within the society. It’s possible that people may not even like my paintings, but there is really only one way to find out.” Henry didn’t even allow me to go out on my own and had always supplied me with a guard. I think that he was worried that somebody was going to snatch me up underneath his nose. I don’t even know the reason why I married him in the first place. He was boorish, treated me like I was a second class citizen with no rights to speak of. He really did believe that I was his property and that he owned me lock stock and barrel.

  He dressed in his customary black pants; brown buttoned Kings Coat with the cuffs rolled up, not to mention those ugly black boots. His hair was brown and cut short and his beard was neatly trimmed. Being over 6 ft tall and 200 plus pounds had made him an imposing figure.

  “I don’t want to hear any more of this nonsense. If you insist on speaking of this in public, then I will have to make an example out of you.” I touched my arm instinctively, knowing that he could be quite hands on when he decided to punish me for my disobedience. He didn’t break any bones or cause any permanent injury. Mostly it was hard slaps, spankings and the constant verbal abuse that made me feel like I was 2 feet tall.

  He only wanted m
e because he didn’t want anyone else to have me. He saw the way the boys would look at me serving them in that tavern. The low bodice and tight corset really didn’t leave much to the imagination. I was 5’6, 130 pounds with the kind of curves that got all sorts of attention. Being blonde and with these very bewitching green eyes made for some nice tips.

  I was better than this and for me to get trapped into a marriage to a man that didn’t show me respect was my cross to bear. He slammed the door and the echo made me cringe. The painting on the wall swung back and forth and it was lucky that it didn’t come crashing down. He would’ve blamed me for that.

  I went over to the window and I peered through the glass at the courtyard down below. People were making their way back and forth in whatever life they were leading. I had no such life and outside the home, I was not allowed to wear anything that was daring. He did let me paint, but only if it was behind closed doors and he didn’t have to see it. Whenever he got drunk at a nearby tavern, he would come home and destroy those creations in a fit of merciless laughter that terrified me to this day.

  “Luna, you know that he’s never going to change. You’re not like that and you need a man that’s going to treat you like a real woman.” Those words were the last thing that my mother said on her deathbed. I should’ve taken her advice on that day, but now two years had gone by, since she had passed on. I thought that I could love him, but each day was my own personal nightmare.

  “Is Madame ready for breakfast?” it couldn’t do anything for myself and we had a staff that waited on me hand and foot. For most girls, that would’ve been the life, but they didn’t know what went on behind closed doors.

  “Isabella, you’ve been with the family for about six months. Please call me Luna. I don’t need nor do I require you to call me ‘Madam’.”

  I did not look at her and I was staring out the window at the first cog’s that had come back after being built in the harbor. Henry was responsible for bringing England into a new age. I did see a contingent of soldiers in armor disembarking from the ship. They were sent to make sure that nothing went wrong. There had always been somebody that would come after English Territory. It hadn’t happened in over five years, but that didn’t mean that it couldn’t. They were inklings of a new threat and I heard hushed tones and people talking about the highlanders.

  From what I could gather, they were brutish men that enjoyed conquering any land and taking what was not theirs. They would pillage and plunder and laugh maniacally, as they got drunk. I had to admit that the depiction of them wearing kilts was something that I would have liked to witness for myself. I often wondered what they wore underneath and it was rumored that they were completely bare.

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can call you anything, but madam. If the master heard me talk to you in your own name, I would be punished.” I should’ve known that I would have no say. I was seriously contemplating running off into the night, but I had nowhere to go and no survival skill to speak of. I didn’t want to find myself in a worse situation, even though I couldn’t even imagine what that could be.

  “Isabella, you do whatever you’re comfortable with and don’t let me influence you in any way. I’m ready for breakfast.” She was waiting for me to say that and she carried in this tray with a medley of fruits and delicacies. It was the same thing all the time and I just wished that they would switch things up and try something different.

  Henry was a big deal and people showed him the respect that he had supposedly earned. I think that they enjoyed his wealth more than they enjoyed having him around. How anybody could like him was beyond me.

  I opened my window and I could hear Henry talking to one of the guards. “I can’t believe that you brought him here to Essex. I suppose people deserve to see justice. Prepare the prisoner for execution. He’ll stand in front of the courtyard and everybody will watch his beheading. Piracy is punishable by death.”

  “I think that the King and Queen should hear about this. It is their kingdom and they should be aware of any transgressions.” The soldier was trying to argue his point, but Prince Henry was not going to take their word.

  “That is no way to talk to a prince. If I had my way, I would have you executed along with the prisoner. Do not presume to know what my parents want or don’t want. I will decide if they need to know. “I had to admit that Henry was quite the specimen. If it wasn’t for his attitude, he might have been somebody that I could care for. I thought that I did at one time, but I guess I was only seeing what he wanted me to see.

  He could be charming, opinionated, but I really thought that he was a good man underneath it all. He didn’t exactly ask for my hand. He forced my father with riches to make him give his blessing. I didn’t have much say and I was rushed down the aisle. I stood nervously at the alter in front of the catholic priest.

  I couldn’t say those words and apparently it didn’t matter. Henry had done most of the talking. He convinced the priest that I was just nervous. After the wedding, I decided to make the best out of the situation. We consummated that night and I had not been touched, so that was my first time. I really didn’t know any better, but I thought it was too quick and he fell asleep right after. It was brief and every time since, he was on me for less than 5 minutes and then done. I didn’t even know what an orgasm was, until I took matters into my own hands.

  The castle was like my own personal prison. It was given to him by his parents, as they had decided that their attention should be on other matters. Walking around, I was amazed by the architecture, but still felt like it was cold and impersonal.

  I was wearing this low bodice and I could sense any time that he was staring at me with those lecherous eyes. Henry was tall, dark and handsome. It was just that he was ugly on the inside. It didn’t matter if he was handsome, because his attitude of women had made him unappealing. It had been two years since he touched me. I knew that he was probably carousing with some of the other girls when he went into town, but I really couldn’t have cared. As long as it got me out of lying there and pretending that I was having the time of my life, I was happy.

  Chapter two

  “I hope that you are ready for this, Luna. This will be your first execution and I expect you to act accordingly.” Recently, we had gotten into trading cloth and wool internationally. That was where he and the royal family were making their fortune. “I don’t want to see you wringing your hands or crying for the man. You are to stay completely still and not do anything to attract attention to yourself.” The gray frock that he had given me went all the way up to my neck. There was not one piece of exposed skin. I felt like it was choking me, but there’s no way that I could tell him that.

  There was nothing attractive about it. He had made one of the maids come in and do my hair up, so that it was not flowing freely over my shoulders. It was in a bun. I looked matronly and it gave my expression this hardened feel that would make most men turn away in disgust.

  “You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll do exactly what you say.” I never thought that those words would ever come out of my mouth. I used to have a mind of my own, but now I had him thinking for me. It didn’t matter if it was about politics, religion or even what to eat. He would decide everything and I was pretty much a made up doll for his amusement.

  “I just don’t want you to embarrass me.” We went down to where the execution was about to occur. Everybody had crowded around, but I could see that there were a lot of people that were uncomfortable with this practice. There were also a lot that were cheering and waiting for the bloodshed.

  The man was brought out was wearing a red and black kilt with a chain around the middle hanging with some kind of decorative plaque. He had red hair and a beard and he did not look like he was terrified for his life. He was actually smiling and waving to the crowd.

  “We are gathered here today to witness an execution. Let this be a lesson to all of you. The English does not allow such barbaric behavior. We will stand up to oppress
ion and this man will be an example to those that even contemplate coming after us. We are stronger than everyone and the sooner that they understand that, the better off they’ll be.

  They were about to kill this man and they had not even mentioned his crime. I’d heard through the window that it was piracy, but if that was so, then where was his boat. I did not see any other vessel in the harbor when I took my walk that morning. Only Henry knew why this man was being put to death.

  There were sounds and then the gate lowered. Highlanders with swords were screaming at the top of their lungs. They were painted and they looked like they were ready to fight to the death. The English army went to intervene, but they were slain right in front of my eyes. These warriors took no prisoners and even when they were cut, they continued to fight like they couldn’t even feel the pain.

  They were using broadswords, but there were a few that had decided on a dirk. This was a close quarter knife and I saw one flying over towards the prisoner. He snatched it out of the air and stabbed forward to cut into the very heart of Henry. I watched in horror, as Henry fell to his knees with a tendril of blood flowing from his mouth and down his chin. He looked up at his would be assailant and then his head slumped forward, until his chin was touching his chest.

  At the point, the prisoner pulled it free and wiped the blade on his own hand. I could only stand there and watch as these barbaric Highlanders came through that gate and destroyed everything in their path. They took great pride in their destruction and they stood with a victory scream, while standing over the bodies of those that had stood in their way.

  There was not one man alive and the women and children had decided that it was in their best interest to hide. I was the only one that was standing there and I felt vulnerable and excited at the same time.