We crossed through a meadow and in the distance; I could see the looming castle. He got this look of being home. He closed his eyes and breathed in a huge breath of the air around us. “I don’t know if you can feel that, Diana. It’s like a hero’s welcome and you can smell and feel the adoration in the air. They will come in droves and they will show you that they’re not at all comfortable with an outsider. By now, Finley has already told them everything that they need to know. They’re just waiting to show their displeasure.”
In the last few days, he had gone through how to fight. I put my own spin on it and there was one time and one time only that I was able to best him. He went down and I had the sword up against his throat. In an act of defiance, I nicked him and made him bleed his own blood. He actually smiled and told me that I had come a long way and that he was proud of me.
Chapter four
I knew from the looks on everybody’s faces that they were not happy to see me in the very least. It didn’t matter that the lord had made his decision. I was the one that was going to take the place in his bed.
It didn’t take long, before the first one stood and let it be known that she was challenging me for that very spot. She looked like she could handle her own and those muscles came from a sort of manual labor that I wasn’t used to. She could probably crush me underneath her weight and the best way to avoid that was to stay out of arm’s length.
“She is Sasha of the Clan Mcintyre. That girl is very formidable and she has beaten her fair share of men. Be weary of her left hand. She likes to conceal a weapon away from prying eyes. Use what I taught you and I’m sure that you’ll come out victorious.” I wasn’t so sure of that. I was shaking like a leaf at the very prospect of standing toe to toe with her. I was intimidated, but I couldn’t let her see the fear in my eyes.
“I will take your challenge and I’ll make sure that I send a message to the rest of you. I am here because your lord has told me that this is my place. I do not take that lightly and to think otherwise will only makes the transition harder. Let us begin and remember, you’re the ones that asked for this.” My words showed my conviction and I could only hope that my body would follow suit.
This girl had a bit of facial hair and she did not look all that feminine in my opinion. She looked like she could drink me under the table, but that was not the task at hand.
She opened it up with a flurry of short thrusts. I managed to avoid them for the most part, but I did get a slight scratch along my neck. It broke the skin and I touched it and actually brought the blood up to my mouth. I licked it for effect and I heard the gasp from the crowd. I was acting like an animal, because that was exactly what I needed to be in this instance.
“If I can’t be strong, then I will not be worthy. I need to stand here and take the battle to you, Sasha. I do hope that you don’t hold that against me.” She looked angry and that anger was going to lead to mistakes that I was going to capitalize on. “I don’t want you to think that this is personal, Sasha. This is a matter of necessity and it’s the only way that I’m going to make all of you finally see that your lord knows how to pick a mate.”
She made this ungodly scream and then she attacked me with a vengeance of a warrior spirit. She flashed back and forth and I barely managed to suck in my chest. I tried my best to fend her off, but she was relentless and there seemed to be a moment there that I thought that I was going to lose. It was only after I looked towards Patrick that I knew that there was no room for failure.
I lost my sword, seeing it scatter and bounce on the ground. She was bringing that sword of hers down towards me. I put up my hands and I clasped them together against the blade. I could feel the steel digging into my hand. I ignored the pain and kicked out with my foot. She doubled over and lost her grip, allowing me to sweep her off her feet. I followed it through with my blade up against her throat on the ground. She tried to reach for that knife on her right side, but I was right there to toss it aside.
The need for blood lust was burning in my veins and I was tempted to kill her. At the last second, I thought better of it and I allowed her to stand.
“Sasha has been vanquished and she can no longer be allowed to stay in the village. Turn your backs and don’t show her the courtesy of seeing her again.” Everybody turned their back on her, except for me, because I really didn’t know how to follow those kinds of edicts.
Sasha looked rejected and the others that had put their hand in for battle had now pulled back. They did not want to go through the same thing. Sasha left with her tail tucked between her legs. It was unfortunate that it had to come to that. I felt bad that she was shunned by her friends and her family. This was not my way, but I had to follow the tradition of the Scottish people.
“I know that you don’t feel very good about that, Diana. I’m not immune to her pain, but she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. She thought that she could beat you and in her defeat, she must walk away from everybody that she loves. If any of them try to help her or give her aid, then they will have to suffer the same consequences. It might sound barbaric, but this is the way that I’ve always done things.”
“I just can’t get over the expression on her face. She was this close to winning and I only got the upper hand, because of something that you taught me. I guess, I am a quick study and I think that I pride myself on knowing that I can go beyond my own endurance.”
He looked around and nobody was standing up or taking a step forward to take the place of Sasha. None of them wanted to contend with been shunned by the clan. Shamus took me by the hand and I could feel his domineering ways coming to the surface.
“It’s time that we get on with this. I do hope that you’re a screamer for my people need to know that you are enjoying yourself. I need you to be the type of woman that will vocalize what she feels.” That was something that he wasn’t going to have to worry about.
“I haven’t done anything to know for sure, but I’ve got this feeling that my voice will be heard.” He attacked me in the bedroom of the castle, forcing me down onto the ground at his feet. I worshiped at his altar, licking him and getting him strong and ready for the invasion of the one place that no man had been before. “I know that you are a warrior, but I hope that you will show mercy on a woman that has never done this before.”
He answered me by gagging me on his inches and then pulling free with strings of my spit clinging to him. He lifted me into his lap. His cock slipped through my resistance and made me pierce the night sky with my cherry being popped.
“AHHHHHHH.” He was not gentle by any means and I don’t think that I would have wanted him to be. I needed this to be done quickly and even though it was painful, it soon subsided to a more pleasurable sensation. He never stopped and he was like a sexual machine. He drove into the quivering depths of my hole, where I welcomed him with an embrace that squeezed down like a tight glove. “Fuck me…Shamus…make me your woman.” It didn’t seem like that request was going to be denied.
“I knew that you would be right for me. I don’t even care how or why you are here. I hope that eventually that you’ll realize that this is your place.” He was the leader and the land that he had a dispute over was going to be his after the ceremony. This was a prelude to standing in front of his people and taking his name. Right at that moment, I was taking his love staff and giving it a treatment that he could probably never get anywhere else.
“I am right for you. I also don’t care how I got here. It doesn’t matter anymore.” I did have that lingering doubt that he would attack my village anyway. I would just have to take it on face value that he was an honorable man and that he wouldn’t go back against his word. “I think that I’m going to have my first…first…OHHHHH.” I had done this with my hand many a time, but that didn’t compare to having a cock like his slamming inside me.
“My lassie, you are turning out to be something that I can truly sink my teeth into.” He proved that by biting my shoulder and making me moan in p
leasure of having his cock inside me and scream in pain of his teeth digging into my flesh. He was bouncing me up and down, holding me by the thighs and making sure that I wasn’t going to relinquish my hold on him.
“Shamus… Shamus… Shamus.” His name was now on my lips. My eyes were closed and I felt weightless in an almost erotic and naughty way. I could do nothing, but take what he was giving. I did have my hands around his neck and it was a wonder that I even was able to do that. That second climax was one that twisted my thoughts and made me think that he was never going to stop.
“Elizabeth… God damn it…you are one hell of a kind of woman.” It was evident that he was coming to the end of his rope. His breath was raspy, hoarse and sounding like he was never going to make it. His body was covered in a sheen of wetness that seemed to stick to my skin. I liked that we could be joined like this and suddenly his cock opened up the floodgates. The dam burst and he was now injecting a fresh supply of man cream between my legs. My body greedily gobbled it up and never let it go. Even when he pulled free, there was nothing there.
He held me in the palm of his hands, not allowing me to find the purchase of the floor. He let me feel the enormity of his staff and the way that it slowly receded. He had given it to me and I was more than willing to take it again any time that he damn well pleased.
He finally let me down on my feet, but not to rest and certainly not to let my mind wrap around the fact that I had just had sex with him. He turned me and bent me over the bed, slapping my cheeks with his cock and leaving behind the telltale wetness that came from his overanxious state. Just slapping my ass with his cock head made him become ramrod stiff. His love for me was consummated with him taking me from behind and slapping my upturned ass.
I don’t know how many times I came, but I finally slumped forward on the mattress. I couldn’t move and he was now licking my ear lobe and whispering naughty and nice things into my ear.
It wasn’t long before we were joined, as one in front of his people. I thought that I was sacrificing myself, but I realized that I had found something better. I wanted to belong somewhere and this was what he had given me. Along with that, I had a baby on the way and a father that was doting on me hand and foot. I doubt that that was going to last any longer than the pregnancy, but I was going to take full advantage of it.
‘You have made me a very happy man. I fight battle after battle knowing that I have all of this to come home to. It gives me that incentive to reach down deep and grab onto a strength that I didn’t have before. You made me a better man and I hope you know that I don’t think that I could have this with anybody else.”
I wrapped myself in his arms and that comfort and heat surrounded me, until I fell into a blissful sleep with my hand on top of my belly. The look in his eyes told me that he was very happy.
THE END
Possessed by my Cage Fighting Stepbrother
Chapter One
“Aw come onnnnnn,” Amber pleaded with her best friend Megan. “You gotta come with me. You need a break.”
Megan laughed at the sight of Amber twisting on the couch, her red hair curling out of control in every direction.
“Amber, I’m tired. I’ve worked all week and now I have to study for this test next week.”
“You never have fun anymore, and you just gotta see this guy I’ve been going out with. He’s frickin’ hot!”
“So you keep saying,” Megan laughed.
“So are his friends! You need a boyfriend too!”
“I do not!” Megan’s laugh stopped suddenly. “I’m way too busy!”
“You need to loosen up. You’re always working or studying, you need a little fun. So come to the fight with me.”
“A fight? Seriously? I get one night off a month it seems, and you want to take me to some fight? Really?”
“It’s hot, trust me. You gotta see these guys.”
Megan shook her head and looked back down at her trigonometry book. She twisted her full pink lips into a sneer and slammed the book shut.
Amber clapped her hands and squealed, “Yay! You’re coming with me!”
Megan slapped her knee gently, “Calm down. I’m not picking up anyone, I’m just going with you to get out of here.” She gestured around her small, one-bedroom apartment.
“Oh but I get to dress you!” Amber giggled devilishly.
Megan rolled her eyes, “Fine, whatever. But I have to shower first.”
She tossed her book into her backpack and headed off for the bathroom. As she puddled her sweatpants and tee shirt on the floor, she thought back over the last year or so of her life.
She had broken up with her boyfriend about eight months ago, and Amber was constantly riding her to get a new one. She was not really interested at this point. Her life was busy enough and complicated enough already. She had a full time job at the law firm as an assistant, and was also in school for her business degree. She had a few close friends that she liked to spend time with when she could, and Amber was at the top of the list.
Amber was a short, bouncy red-headed fireball who could never sit still, and was not good at being single. Megan was almost the polar opposite – tall, slender blonde who was meticulous in almost everything she did. And she was terrible at being in a relationship.
She let the shower heat up and stepped into the stream of hot water, letting it rinse away the stresses of trig. She went through the motions of shampooing, shaving, and bathing, and then just stood under the water for several luxurious minutes.
Amber started pounding on the door, “Did you drown in there?”
“No!” Megan hollered back, “Just taking my time!”
She finally turned the water off and stepped out to wrap herself in a fluffy pink robe that her mother gave her last Christmas. She missed her mom but was not interested in moving back to that tiny town in Alabama. She enjoyed life in the city and her mother was not about to leave the town she grew up in.
Amber burst through the door, bouncing with impatience.
“Okay, I get to do your hair and makeup and clothes, okay?”
“This isn’t prom, Amber, it’s just some dumb boys wrestling with each other.”
“They can be dumb as long as they’re hot,” Amber laughed.
“Don’t we get mad when guys say that about girls?”
“Yeah, but this is different.”
Amber brushed Megan’s long hair out straight down her back and let it hang in a blonde cascade while she carefully applied a touch concealer, a little bit of pink blush, a lot of black mascara, and a little pink lipgloss. She then dragged Megan out of the bathroom by the hand to the bedroom.
With a Vanna White flourish, she waved her hand over the outfit that was laid out on the bed. A denim miniskirt that would stop about mid-thigh, a fitted white tank top, and sparkly white flip-flops.
“I didn’t even know I owned sparkly flip-flops,” Megan mused as she ran her hand over the sequins.
“They’re mine, I’m loaning them to you.”
“Ohhh, I see. Now get outta here so I can dress myself.”
“Okay, but if you don’t wear this, you’re in trouble.”
Megan lovingly pushed her best friend out of the door and shut it firmly. She sat down on the edge of the bed and contemplated the outfit that had been selected for her. It was way more advertising than she had done in a long time. But she was only in her late twenties, and still had the dancer’s body that she maintained through yoga and pilates.
She shook her head and muttered to herself, “Why not? It’s only a room full of raging testosterone.”
She slipped into her bra and panties, and then into the outfit from Amber.
Amber squealed again when she emerged, and Megan’s tiny black kitten scurried for cover under the sofa. Megan scooped Simon up and gave him kisses until he pushed her face away. Amber was already dressed for the occasion in a sundress that left nothing to the imagination, and linked arms with Megan as they headed out the door.
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Scott’s trainer put him through the stretches as they prepared for his fight that evening. Scott had a winning track record, and his trainer was not about to let that falter. The sweat was starting to gleam on his shaved scalp and he took a deep breath before the next set of lunges.
“You’re gonna wear me out before I even get started,” he complained to deaf ears.
“Just a few more kiddo,” the older man prompted. “Then a quick shower.”
Scott finished the repetitions and headed to the communal showers of the locker room. The hot water felt soothing and he stretched his arms over his head like a jaguar. He traveled lightly, with only a bar of soap, and he quickly bathed from the scalp down.
Wrapped in a thin gym towel, he stepped back out to see that the locker room was starting to fill up with the other fighters for the night. He had competed against a decent number of them, and he nodded politely as he passed them. For the most part, all of them were civil and quote professional unquote when they met outside of the ring. There were always a few assholes, but that could be said about any profession.
He pulled on his protective cup and then his basketball style shorts, tossing the towel into the hamper against the wall. Michael strolled over and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Man, you about ready? You should see the crowd tonight. Bigger than ever, man.”
“Seriously? Why’s that?”
“Guess they all want to come see this top dude,” Michael said with a wink.
“Yeah whatever man.” Scott dismissed the sideways compliment and stuck his belongings into the locker, and clicked the padlock shut.
“Dude, these girls are hot,” Michael breathed. “If it wasn’t for Amber man, I’d be all over it…”
Scott laughed, “If you aren’t fighting, you’re fucking, aren’t you?”
“If I’m lucky!” Michael crowed loudly.
“Tell me why I do this?” Scott asked Michael.
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