Gay Paranormal Romance: Mpreg Box Set (MM Shifter Mpreg) (Gay Paranormal Fantasy Romance)

by Sy Walker

  James sat back and drank it all in. He watched as William’s loins filled with blood. James’ bite had linked them forever. William would always carry a piece of James. James could feel every bit of skin and neuron in William’s body. He could feel how desperately William wanted the larger man to be thrusting inside of him. James could feel the William’s moans inside his own chest. James grabbed a clump of William’s hair and released his hold on the kneeling man.

  Suddenly William could feel his muscle tense. He could move again. It had stretched across his face from his chin to his forehead and William grasped it with both hands and stuffed the head down his throat. He had never wanted anything so badly. He worked his hands down the shaft. James was moaning and looking skyward, William could feel a quivering in his lover’s legs.

  James pulled William to his feet and kissed him deeply. William barely had his feet on the ground as the muscular arms that surrounded him caressed his body. He opened his mouth and james’ tongue darted quickly in and out of his mouth. He tried to grab it with his own lips and tongue, as James slowly lowered him back to the ground.

  James grabbed William’s head and turned him around. William found himself holding onto a downed tree as James licked and prodded him from behind. His knees were sore in the rocky dirt, but he barely noticed. He felt a huge glob of spit hit his puckered hole and then he felt the head of the large cock pressing gently. James moved slowly at first. He could feel William’s muscle reacting to each thrust. He pressed himself deeper with each stroke.

  Soon James was pounding with wanton abandon as his bottom pushed back against him each time. “Ohhmmm!” William moaned as he had never felt anything so large inside of him. With James’ arms on his hips, pumping against him he felt complete.

  James could feel the pressure building and as he released he could feel the eruption from William’s groin as well. As James pulled himself free, and stood up, William collapsed onto the ground. James walked into the pond to cool down. William rolled over and tried to follow. His body was still healing and adjusting to its new condition. James felt guilty, he should have waited, but he knew that William had wanted it too.

  “What is going on?” William asked as he sat down and immersed himself in the shallow pond.

  “What do you mean?” James laughed, “I turned you into a wolf. That was the medicine I have been talking about. I wasn’t sure it was going to work, because only certain werewolves can turn people. You were going to die anyway.” James shrugged.

  “If you’re a werewolf, how did you even end up in the dungeons?” William asked as he splashed water over his face. He was over being shocked by anything at this point, he was just curious.

  “I was picked up for public drunkenness,” James started walking out of the pond. William was mesmerized by the figure James cut through the moonlight. “I heard that the Lord was about to send his son to the dungeons, and I thought I would wait around to meet you.” William could feel James pulling him to his side. He was powerless to resist, but it was exciting more than scary. He was at the mercy of the statuesque man-wolf and William wouldn’t have it any other way.

  James walked over to a tree and reached into a hole in the trunk. He pulled out a tunic and a pair of pants. “Sorry, I didn’t know you would be with me when I stashed it.” James said as he threw the tunic to William. James put the pants on as he watched William slip the tunic over his head. The big man was not sure he was ready to leave the pond just yet, but he knew he had to get back to see his Uncle Angus before they decided to attack Ulva Castle on their own.

  “Shoes?” William asked, as James started to move down the path.

  “We aren’t far,” James said without turning around, “We will have everything we need once we get to the holdfast.” William hated the feeling of the rocky ground between his toes, but he knew that James had saved his life so he tried not to complain.

  The smell of venison filled the air as they approached the small stone outpost that James had generously called a holdfast. It was little more than a watch tower. William stopped he knew that he was not welcome here. William had been fighting rebels for as long as he could hold a sword. This was the hall of Angus MacCreedy. A leader of one of the lesser house of the MacQuarrie clan, the absence of a true Macquarrie Angus had been the acting head of the clan. As leader, Angus had been stirring up trouble for the House of Stewart since before William was born. At once William knew that he had just made love to the leader of the rebellion.

  “It’s ok,” James said, “You’re welcome here, you are with me.” James took William by the arm and pushed him forward. They laughed as they walked. William could feel his nervous energy melting away. He was sure that James would protect him. At this point it seemed like James was capable of anything. James threw his arm around his shorter companion and led him to the door.

  Inside the hall it was smoky and cramped. William felt like he had never seen so many people in his whole life. They were all pressed together around tiny tables. Waves of mead and ale were flying around the room as people swayed to the music of a group of minstrels off in the far corner. The aisles were not long enough to pass through without rubbing against people at the tables. With only a loose fitting tunic on William felt quite exposed.

  William could also feel eyes all over him as he walked. Men were spitting on the floor as he passed. The band stopped playing and the room fell silent.

  “Nephew!” Boomed the large man at the end of the hall, he was seated in a carved wooden throne. “I see you have captured a usurper.”

  “William is with me.” James said casually. William could tell that the message did not sit well with Angus.

  “I see,” Angus stood up and wiped his chin as he discarded a large plate of deer meat. “So the rumours are true. You have come to lead us into battle.” The tone was sinister as Angus started undoing the leather string that held his tunic in place.

  James didn’t wait for his uncle to finish undressing. James shifted and ran forward along the wooden boards of the nearest table. William wanted to shift too, but he didn’t know what to do. Be the wolf, he thought to himself, but nothing was happening. Angus had no trouble he shifted and knocked James out of the air just as the younger wolf reached the end of the table. James was not down long as he sank his teeth into Angus’ leg and threw him backwards.

  William feared for his own safety as he scanned the crowd. A ragged soldier in tattered leathers ran at him sword held high. William dove forward, as there was no place else to go, and dropped a shoulder into the man’s gut. William grabbed the sword in one motion as he felt the man’s swing coming toward him. The trained swordsman knew he would be fine now. He punched the ragged man and sent him reeling.

  Other men were starting to gather around the fighting wolves with swords drawn. William got on the table and ran toward James. William leapt of the table and swung at a large blond ruffian who was about to swing. William caught his blow, spun off of hit and sliced the man’s arm. A fat man with a large wooden club glared at William. What have I got myself into?

  The tide was turning on James’ favor as Angus, his wolf’s fur dark as midnight, was starting to tire. The men around William dropped their guard and watched as James bowled his uncle over and held his throat to the ground between snarling jaws. James shifted back and lay naked on the floor with his fat uncle at his side. Angus was cut badly, but the blood barely had time to spill as the gash closed very quickly.

  Attendants were quick to bring robes to the combatants. William noticed that one was the man whose arm he had slit open. The man now had only a ripped shirt. Maids brought ale for the men in the fray and Angus smiled and held up his mug. The crowd followed his lead, “To the new Clan leader, A true MacQuarrie,” Angus looked his nephew in the eyes, “To James!” The toast rippled through the tables as the men slammed their mugs together and rejoiced.

  James put his arm around William, “Thank you for standing with me, I couldn’t have done it without you,�
� James motioned for William to take a seat. One of the maids escorted William to a table near the back of the room. James and his uncle walked over to the head table. William didn’t like being so far away from James. He could feel the eyes on him again and he was still only in a tunic.

  “Have some mead?” The maid asked as she helped William down onto the bench. He must have seemed like a fish out of water. Before his little trip to the dungeons William had only ever eaten at the head table. He had never sat with the common people. He watched as James and Angus ate the best cuts of deer and drank strong brown ale. There were chunks floating in William’s watered down mead and the meat he was eating was stringy.

  A fat man with a blank expression was seated across from William and his eyes didn’t move. William didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to meet this man’s unblinking gaze. William had dropped the sword by his feet so there was no way to get it fast enough for it to be of use. He tried to look anywhere else as the feast continued around him.

  While there were many people who seemed completely oblivious to William. The nobleman was focused on the growing crowd of commoners who seemed to be encircling him. He stared at his plate and chewed the same bit of tough meat that he had been chewing for the last twenty minutes or so. He was trying to communicate with James who seemed not to notice what was going on at all. A hand went to William’s shoulder and spun him around.

  The hand belonged to the blond man with the ripped shirt and completely healed arm. William reached for the sword, but the man punched him in the chest so hard that the world stared to go dark. “We’re even,” the man said, William nodded to him as he walked away. The others started to disperse as well. One man even refilled William’s cup. Then he felt the sword move around his feet.

  “Sorry, it’s my sword though,” the ragged soldier slid the sword back into his scabbard as he started to walk away. William was no longer the focus of attention as he was just a member of the crowd. William cut into his slab of deer, and chewed another gulp of mead. It was a terrible taste, but he was no longer in a dungeon, and he was miles away from Lachlan Stewart.

  “Come on,” James said as he pulled William from the table. “We have to be ready, we have company coming.” James led William to Angus’ bedchambers.

  “Ahhh, right there!” Angus was screaming from an adjoining dressing room. William thought he recognized another voice from the room as the maid who had brought him mead.

  “Uncle,” James called out, “We have business!”

  “I! Just! Need! A! Minute! UHHH!” Angus called out from the next room only seconds before he entered tying up his robe. “So, that old bastard is coming for us, eh?” Angus’ face was still beet red as he grabbed onto the map table in front of him. It looked like he was studying the map, but it seemed more likely that he needed the table to prop himself up. “Sure am glad you’re fighting on the right side laddie.” Angus winked at William and gave him a pat on the back.

  William had clashed with Angus on several occasions. The old man was just lucky he could heal so quickly, William thought. It was nice for William to finally know the reason he couldn’t kill the old rebel. They had fought twice on the field as individual combatants and every time Angus had been carried off the field and every tie William had been certain that he had killed the rebel leader. William knew that he had stabbed Angus no less than seven times.

  Angus could see the thoughts running through William’s eyes, “You are just lucky you never faced me as a wolf.” The imposing frame of Angus MacCreedy leaned toward William, whose slight frame lacking of sword was no match for either of Angus’ forms. “Relax,” Angus laughed pushing William playfully, “We’re friends now, right?” All three men laughed. William was trying to take his cues from James who seemed cool and confident. William knew that he would be okay.

  “Stewart has 2000 reinforcements and that really only puts our odds at two to one.” Angus said pointing at the map. “The Hammitch Road is the only road big enough to march that army down.” William knew the road. It was a winding road surrounded by hilly outcroppings and forest. “We will deal with it the highland way.”

  William had been dealing with the highland way his whole military career. Lachlan would always lead the big grouping of soldiers and William would clear out the forests with small bands of soldiers. William knew that a hit and run attack from the trees was not going to stop his father’s force. “What about here?” William pointed to a small outcropping of trees. Across the road from a u-shaped cliff, “We could bottle them up here.”

  “How do we do that?” Angus seemed affronted. He seemed to think that saying “the highland way,” was a substitute for making a real plan. William looked over to see James’ reaction to his plan.

  “How do we bottle them up with our numbers?” James asked when his eyes met William’s. “They will just charge through our lines.”

  “Not if our lines aren’t human.” James and Angus exchanged a look as William’s words sunk in.

  “Attack as wolves?” Angus was more wondering to himself than asking. He stroked his chin. “We can’t shift unless there is moonlight.” William could tell Angus had reservations. “This is what happened the first time our clan was undone. We attacked as wolves, Argus MacQuarrie led the attack, but he was killed by an arrow in the first minutes of the fighting.”

  “So?” William was confused. Leaders died in battle all the time.

  “If the clan leader dies without being replaced then no one can shift.” James explained.

  Angus was nodding his head and looking at the map table, “They went from 500 fearsome wolves to 500 unarmed naked men in a matter of seconds. It was a blood bath.” Angus was pouring himself a drink, “It has taken us a generation to grow our numbers again. As it is we only have 200 wolves, the rest of the clan doesn’t have the gene.”

  “So we slow them up,” William said as the plan started to unfold in his mind. “The road is fairly mucky as it is, but what if we dropped trees across it,” William studied the map, “Here, and here,” He used his finger to trace lines along the road. “We could even use lamp oil and start a few fires. It is so wet we wouldn’t lose much of the woods.”

  “What difference does that make?” James asked as he tried to follow William’s plan. James didn’t want to slow down the battle he wanted to win.

  “We don’t let them get set up.” William said. “They won’t be able to fire arrows, because they’ll be too busy running.”

  James was drinking in the information, but Angus was really getting excited. “This island is going to be ours once again nephew.” He threw a big bear hug around William squeezing the air out of his lungs. Angus hugged James and the men slapped each other’s backs. He didn’t wait to hear anymore, but walked right back into his dressing room. “Why are your clothes on?” He shouted. James shook his head and laughed. He grabbed William’s arm and they walked out of the room.

  William woke up in a tiny room with his head resting on James’ chest. They had been forced to find a room on their own, because they refused to go into the dressing room and talk to Angus. “Good morning,” James was already awake. He was half sitting with his head in his hands. William had been sleeping with Fingon and other men for many years, but never actually sleeping.

  Even though everyone knew about his sexual appetites, William had to at least pretend to hide his affairs. He had never known the pleasure of waking up in the company of the one that he craved. He stayed pressed against James’ bare chest and drank in the morning sun. The little amount of sun that the arrow slit of a window was letting in.

  “I couldn’t find any clothes your size,” James said as he started to get up. William wasn’t ready to move, but he obliged. “A washer woman said she would hunt some up today. Angus is three times the size of...”

  “Everyone,” William cut in. They both laughed. They headed down to breakfast. James was now fully dressed, although Angus’ shirt was a little big, but William was still only
wearing a tunic. It occurred to him as he walked into the large hall that it had been well over two weeks since he had worn any type of pants.

  The breakfast smelled much better than the tough deer of the night before. James brought William to the head table with him. William waited for James to pass him food. He was hungry and he wanted to just grab it, but he couldn’t do it. He knew the mechanics of it, but his arms could do nothing but patiently wait for the food James offered him. James smirked as he dropped a plate of goose eggs and burnt toast in front of the confused nobleman.

  “You are mine, remember?” James laughed and ruffled William’s hair. James took a long swig from a mug of strong brown ale and passed the half empty mug to William before taking another mug. William wasn’t mad, he owed James his allegiance, and he had a desperate craving for his approval. William dipped his burnt toast into the goose yoke and stuffed it hungrily into his mouth.

  William was put in charge of setting up the blockades. He was worried that the men wouldn’t listen to a man in over-sized, borrowed clothes. His torn, brown trousers were two sizes too big and were only held on a piece of hemp rope. The tunic was a new over-sized tunic, and it fit a bit closer than the one William borrowed from James, but the nobleman knew he looked like a small child trying on his father’s clothes.

  When the young nobleman got a look at his men, he knew that everything would be fine. His crew was the ragged soldier, the blind man, who had replaced his ripped shirt, and the large, blank faced man. William and the first two were chopping down trees and the blank-faced man, whose name was Tybart was dragging them across the road with his team of oxen. “He works well with the beasts, because he is at least half an ox himself,” Joff, the blond man laughed.