She realized that she actually liked his company, and she had trouble sleeping the night she'd spent in his arms, she'd been left wanting more. Wanting the whole experience and it had left her frustrated and sleep deprived when she'd gotten up.
He'd given her his robe and she'd snuck back to her room to get dressed. He'd left a small hickey on one of her breasts, and though no one else could see it, she knew it for what it really was. He'd marked her. To remind her that she belonged to him, even if she called the shots outside of the bedroom.
She wasn't sure if she was amused by everything, or slightly miffed. Her brain and emotions had left her in a tangled mess inside her own head.
The one thing Mercy did realize is she could lose her heart to him if she let herself. He made her laugh and made her mad at the same time. With one, glance, she felt like smacking him, and grinding herself against him all at the same time.
"Take him back to the field, you can work with the next one, I just can't pay attention today." Mercy said, as she walked over to the fence and talked to the stable boy who was waiting for directions.
She watched the horse walk off, prancing with high energy and smiled. These majestic creatures never got old to her.
Vincent snuck up behind her and startled her when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. Vincent whispered in her ear, softly, as he leaned down so only she could hear him.
"Your horses are beautiful, but that aren't nearly as beautiful as you. Have you ever seen two horses mating?"
Mercy had, she nodded.
"I'd like to ride you like that, bend you over a hay bale and take you from behind." Vincent told her, and nibbled on her ears.
"Empty promises." She told him.
"Just ask me nicely." He told her.
"Ask you nicely to do what?" Mercy said, feigning ignorance. She liked to hear him describe it in vivid terms to her. His bold language excited her.
"Ask me nicely to ride you. Maybe I'll even bring my riding crop." He told her, making her gasp when he gave her butt a pinch.
"What is with your obsession with touching my bottom?" Mercy demanded.
"You seem to like it." He replied.
Mercy blushed. "That's not the point."
"Sure it is, watching you get all fired up and react is exactly the point. I like watching you squirm, the way when I slapped my hand on your bottom, I could feel you lean into it, and you grew wet through your pants. Even your breeches couldn't hide your arousal from me, Mercy. You knew exactly what it did. For both of us." He told her.
"Pervert." She muttered half-heartedly.
"If I'm a pervert, you're a slut." He replied.
"I've never even had sex!" She said, not expecting his answer.
"You have in your mind." He told her.
"So? That doesn't count." She said, blushing again.
"You've never thought about touching a hard cock and stroking it with your delicate little fingers?" He whispered as he kissed the side of her neck.
"Maybe, but if I had, I'm not going to tell you." She told him.
"Wear a dress at dinner tonight. Don't wear any undergarments. We'll go for a walk after dinner." He told her, then pressed a final kiss to the side of the head, and let her go, walking away.
He left her to stew on his comments.
Chapter 8
She was insane. Mercy wanted to face palm. She hated wearing dresses. Why was she putting on a dress like he asked? It made no sense to her that she was doing what he wanted.
No, it did. He'd given her the best sensation she'd ever felt in her life, and she kind of hoped he'd repeat it. That's why she'd worn a dress.
Mercy walked into the dining room and sat down, feeling awkward. The lack of undergarments made her feel weird, she could feel the way the crinkles of the inner lining in her skirt rubbed roughly against her skin, itching.
The kitchen staff placed the food on the table, and left them to eat. Mercy picked at her food, not feeling very hungry. Thinking of what might happen on their walk, it put butterflies in her stomach and it made her nervous.
They ate in relative silence, though every now and then Vincent would ask her a question, and she'd give an answer.
It quickly became apparent to him that she wasn't going to eat much more than she had and he wiped his mouth off with a napkin and stood, offering his hand to her.
Mercy looked up at him and took it, letting him pull her to her feet off the chair.
He threaded her arm through his and took her outside. It was just light enough they could still see without any lanterns and he strolled towards the barn with slowly.
"You wore the dress." He said, sounding surprised.
"You... wanted me too." She said.
"Why do you care what I want?" He asked her, stopping when they reached the barn and opened the doors, letting her go in. The strolled down the long hallway and looked at the horses together.
"I don't. Not exactly." Mercy said, sounding defensive.
"Ahh," was all he replied.
When they reached the end of the barn, to the tack shed, he pulled the tack shed door open and walked through the door. It slammed shut behind them, startling Mercy.
He grabbed her and pushed her against the barn wall. This apparently was becoming a habit, and kissed her hard. He used one of his hands to pin both her small wrists above her head. Vincent used his left hand to reach under her dress and find her already wet core.
He smiled against her mouth as he kissed her, teasing her body, igniting a fire that she would quickly beg him to flame hotter.
She spread her legs for him and let her head roll to the side slightly, leaning against one of her arms.
Vincent's fingers made quick work of her folds and had her shuddering against his hand in moments. As the fingers on his left hand stroked in and out of her, his tongue plunged stroked her mouth at the same time.
Mercy gushed all over his hands, moaning into his mouth as he reached the peak and sent her tumbling over, she almost fell down. If he hadn't been holding her wrists, she'd have fallen.
Vincent pulled back to look at her. "You are amazing when you cum. You do everything with fire Mercy. Reckless, wanton, I'm going to take you now."
He walked her forward until she was even with the saddle bench and let go of her wrists and pulled her skirt up roughly.
Mercy instinctively bent forward, grabbing the saddle horn as he kicked her legs apart from behind and pushed her skirt all the way up over her back. She felt his hard cock rub against her bare cheeks for a moment as he tapped her with it.
She could feel his enormous length and gulped, wondering how it was going to fit, but trusted him. There was one thing she'd learned from all their teasing, is he wouldn't harm her. He might push her a little, try to intimate her, maybe even spank her, but he wouldn't hurt her.
She braced herself, not realizing she'd tensed up until he pushed the tip of his cock between her legs, sliding it against the folds, coating it with her juices.
"Relax Mercy. I'll be as gentle as I can." He told her, and then put a hand on her back for a moment to steady himself.
Vincent used the other hand to guide himself between her lips until he found the opening and slowly slipped the tip inside.
He pushed himself just far enough that he wouldn't fall out, then grabbed her hips.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, as he yanked her hips and impaled her onto his cock.
Mercy let out a strangled cry as she felt a rip and intense stinging sensation.
Vincent didn't move. Instead he squeezed and massaged her hips and talked to her softly about how good she felt around him. He told her to focus on relaxing her body, and that it would quickly turn into pleasure.
As soon as she did, he started to gently move inside of her.
After Mercy adjusted to his size some of the more intense sensations changed, and she focused on the way he felt. Filling her, the way his fingers dug into her hips. Her stomach was clenched tight, an
d every muscle in her body felt like it was vibrating.
After a few moments, he reached underneath of her and started to massage her clit in a circular motion as he continued to ride her from behind, thrusting faster.
"I'm glad you wore that dress Mercy." He told her. "Your bare bottom looks so beautiful all exposed like this while I fuck you from behind."
Mercy gasped at his foul language and felt herself squeeze around his penis, his words arousing her.
Mercy felt her stomach muscles start to clench and unclench in that now familiar sensation that told her that her release was almost upon her. She moaned, and cried out as he stiffened against her backside, her release rolling over her again in waves, making her knees shake.
His nailed dug almost painfully into her hips now as he thrust himself a few more times inside of her in a jerky motion, and then let out a loud grunt before almost collapsing on top of her.
"Can't breathe." Mercy muttered. "Get off me you big oaf."
"Do you really need me too?" He joked and pushed himself up slightly. He was still inside her.
"I guess this means our marriage is real now, huh?" Mercy asked him as he pulled himself out and tucked himself away in his pants.
Vincent helped her up and then pulled her skirt down, smoothing it out as she stood up.
"Our marriage was always going to be real Mercy. I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I didn't think I could love you," a serious expression on his face as he told her.
"Love?" Mercy said, shocked.
"Yes. I love you. Why do you think I was so frustrated with you avoiding me? I respect everything you are capable of doing, but I need your attention too." Vincent told her.
"You certainly have my attention now." Mercy said blinking at him.
"I hope in time, you'll come to love me too." Vincent told her, and grabbed her hand, kissing her palm.
"If I say I love you, will you fuck me again?" She asked, using his language.
"Only if you mean it." He told her. "Or I'll spank you for fibbing to me."
"I think I do." She said, finding herself surprised that it could happen so quickly.
She stared at him for a moment.
He was an intense, passionate man, he definitely had dominant qualities, but he didn't feel the need to assert it in every area of their life. He understood how important her work was, and respect her boundaries.
Yet, he still saw her as a woman and made sure she knew it in all the ways that counted.
How could she not love someone who could complete her so entirely?
She hadn't even known she was missing this in her life until he showed her. All the angst, and passion and fire she took out on everyone else, finally had a positive outlet, a way to use her energy that didn't piss everyone off around her.
He gathered her in a hug and just held her for a moment, letting her head rest on his chest.
"I'm not perfect Mercy, I'm going to make mistakes, and I know you have a temper. All I need is for you try to communicate with me, and try to work it out and don't push me away. As long as we work together as a team, I can handle it." He warned her.
"I'm not used to sharing things in my life." Mercy admitted. "And I react poorly to being bossed around."
"Yet, you wore the dress." He said softly.
"Yes. I wore the dress." Mercy said, looking up at him.
THE END
My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf
Carden crawled through the woods sniffing at the air, he could still smell the smoke from the night before. It had been a long night for him and his clan the army of Sven had attacked a small village burning the small shacks to the ground and taking everything that remained.
It all started when the Kingdom of Berigord was taken over by Sven the Conqueror, the Kigom’s did not want Sven’s kingdom to grow and had hired Carden’s werewolf clan to take Sven’s daughter Zuzella in an effort to force him to stop destroying the villages. The King had continued to press further into the Kingdom of Kigom and their king was not willing to be conquered.
Even though the King of Kigom knew his army could not defeat Sven’s he knew that the werewolf clan was willing to work as mercenaries and would do whatever it took to get the job done. The King also knew how much Sven valued his daughter and that if she were missing Sven’s focus would no longer be about conquering but on finding her instead.
The King had called on Carden and his clan to complete the mission and it had been accepted. The werewolf clan wanted no part of Sven’s kingdom. They knew that he looked at them as nothing more than filthy animals and was determined to eradicate them from the face of the planet. Even though Sven knew it would be hard as he had not yet figured out how to kill the Highlanders, he did not want them breeding with his kind and he did not want them in his cities.
If Sven had known that the only way to kill the Highlanders was to cut their heads off Carden knew that he would make sure to kill every last one of them. He had seen kings like Sven in the past, those who only worried about growing their own kingdom and did not worry who he hurt along the way. None of them had come as close to finding out the Highlanders secrets as Sven had.
He had been watching them since the day he became king. Sven had always been amazed at the secrecy of the warriors who worked as mercenaries. Even when he was a child his own father had told him stories of the people and although he did not believe that they could shapeshift into werewolves he knew that they were a strong people. Many of his own soldiers had reported shooting the Highlanders only to have them become even angrier and come after them as if they had not been harmed at all.
He had told the same stories that his father told him to his daughter Zuzulla. As a young girl she had been so intern his stories, but as she had gotten older her interest seemed to fade. Sven loved his daughter more than life and he was determined to leave her with the largest kingdom in the history of kingdoms when his time was done. Her mother had died while giving birth and Sven was all she had ever had. He had never remarried, but instead focused on ensuring Zuzulla was a powerful ruler when her time came.
Of course Zuzulla had many servants and many people caring for her besides her father, but he always felt guilty for her not having a mother. He wanted to make sure he left her with everything he could. Zuzulla was a beautiful princess and her father knew that she would have no problem finding a strong prince as her husband. Men had already started to inquire about her and she had just turned 18. She had fair skin and long black hair, the bluest of eyes and full red lips.
She had a body that men lusted after when she was seen in public, large plump breasts that were only accentuated by her corset, a small waist and full round hips. Sven was glad that her body was not visible under the dresses that she wore outside of the castle, but fire shot through his veins when he was the way the soldiers looked at her as she pranced through the castle in more revealing clothes. It was times like that when Sven wished he had been able to give her a brother. Someone who would be able to keep an eye on her all of the time. To be honest Sven knew he would breathe a sigh of relief once she was married. At least then he would not have to worry about her as much even if it meant that his little girl was growing up.
That side of Sven, the caring, gentle side that was reserved only for his daughter was a side that no one saw except Zuzulla. He could not have his enemies thinking he was weak.
Sven had sent his army into a little village the previous night, it was a village that the Highlanders were known to frequent. He not only wanted to conquer a new land, but he wanted to send a message to the Highlanders. He wanted them to know that he knew where they were and that he was coming after them. He had his best warriors plotting to kill all of the Highlanders and he would stop at nothing until they were all dead. They were the only thing that stood between him and conquering the entire countryside.
Sven knew that if he wanted to be the King in all of the surrounding lands he would have to get rid of the Highlanders, he knew tha
t they would cause a revolt among the people and that they could lead an army against his. He also knew that the Highlander army with the help of the people would defeat his own army.
Carden crawled up to the bushes that lay on the edge of the woods, peering through them, ensuring that there were no more soldiers left in the village. Smoke rose from the small cottages, most of them burned to the ground. The village was poor, but it was one that meant a lot to the Highlander clan. It was where they sold the fur of their kills as well as meat which allowed them to outfit the entire clan with only the best weapons.
The Highlanders had become quite fond of the people in the village as well, it was one of the few places that the clan actually felt accepted. Carden shook his head as he looked at the ground. He knew he should have been there the previous night to protect the town. He should not have gone to meet with the King leaving the town without protection. He had never suspected that Sven had known how important the town was to the Highlanders and it only made Carden want to go after Sven that much more.
When he was sure that there were no soldiers left Carden shifted into his human form along with several of the clan that had come to the village with him. They had seen the smoke rising in the sky as they made their way back to their camp that morning and it had not taken them, but a few minutes to get there in their werewolf form. They were able to run as fast as lightening when they were in their werewolf form, much faster than any man could ever run.
Several of the men in the clan had women that they were fond of in the small village and when Carden saw the smoke, he knew that the chances of the women surviving was very small. Sven’s men always killed all of the men in a village or allowed them to join their army if they were strong enough, that left the women and children. The men were not gentle when it came to the women and if they would not submit to the men in Sven’s army they would be killed.
The army killed the old as well, seeing no point in having them alive and only those who pledged allegiance to Sven and his army were allowed to live. They were just like Sven, Carden thought, heartless and nothing more than a waste of space on the planet. They were blind with power and Carden was sure that they actually enjoyed killing those who would not pledge their allegiance to Sven. He had seen the smirks on their faces when they had killed previously and it was like nothing he had ever seen.
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