Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “You’re just like an animal, Harland.” She screamed at him, “and I love it, baby.”

  Lust and pleasure fogged her mind and she couldn’t have been more right. He weighed down on her heavily and she couldn’t see him at all as her pounded her from the back. Her knees and elbows trembled from the assault, but her pussy craved for more. He seemed to be growing heavier, and hairier, with every frenetic thrust he hammered into her. The strong odor of damp fur seemed to come from him and she tried to turn her head back to look at him. But he pushed his head down over hers as he pillaged her yielding pussy.

  “Oh, my goodness.” Agatha screamed frantically. “You-you’re changing again… oh, fuck… but this is so good… so fucking good. Please, Harland, don’t kill me.”

  “Rarrhhgg… arrghaw… Arggartha!” Harland’s growling made no sense to her. “Rrhh… mmahhrr gurrffttt… ffggrrrr yooorrhh…”

  Harland’s head rested on hers, pushing her further down, she dropped on her elbows and only his firm grip on her hips kept her from slumping down on the ground. He rammed eve harder into her as his thrusts grew more frantic and she cringed at his hard fingers digging in deeper into her hips, hurting her. His hard cock swelled up even more inside her and a sudden splash of heat exploded inside her, making her gasp out loud. He was releasing his hot seed deep inside her and Agatha prayed she wouldn’t get pregnant.

  Her whole body went limp; she had never had pleasure this intense ever before. He was still hard and full inside her, and she anticipated him to pull out of her. But instead he went very still and held on to her tightly. His painful grip on her hips had relaxed, but his cock inside her was anything but. It seemed to get even bigger still, stretching her with every pulsing throb. Her heart raced and she shivered as she felt more heat splash inside her. He was still cumming, and that was something she had never heard of, let alone felt before. His breathing was a rapid pant and he held on to her like he would be blown away by the wind at any moment. She felt his cock get even bigger inside as his cum kept steadily squirting out inside her.

  Before she could realize it, him being deep inside her like that, releasing his seed deep in her, another intense orgasm hit her. She trembled violently and wept at the sheer pleasure she felt. He kept on cumming inside her, mingling his release with hers, and barely did her orgasm begin to subside, she felt another one rise to envelope the one waning, just like the cascading waves of the sea on high tide. She didn’t know how long she was held down like that, feeling his hot seed pump into her even as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy sent her into a state of senseless bliss.

  She glanced at their shadows that fell beside her and gasped at what she saw. Holding her down, Harland seemed more wolf than man. His swollen cock continued to spurt hot loads of his semen inside her and the heat of his release triggered orgasm after orgasm for her. Was she being fucked by a werewolf, Agatha wondered with horror, or was her stupefied mind dreaming it all and seeing things. But what ever it was, she reveled at the intense pleasure she knew she would never get from any other man.

  Suddenly his immense weight lifted off her and Harland rose up and howled heartbreakingly into the still night. Then with a sudden jerk, he pulled his cock out of her and collapsed beside her, gasping and groaning. Agatha glanced at him and exhaled deeply. A young and handsome man, though spent and exhausted, lay beside her, his deep chest heaving, and his cock, covered in her juices and his own still standing up at attention.

  Finding some of her strength, Agatha pushed her shivering body to recover from the shock of intense pleasure. She slowly rolled over him and placed her head on his hairy chest. His heart was beating faster than she had felt anyone’s ever. Harland moaned softly and looked at her with glazed eyes. She smiled at him and eyed his erect cock as it still oozed his hot cum. Agatha licked her lips and slithered down over his belly. She took the hot pulsing organ into her mouth, savoring the delicious offering he still made to her.

  “Mmmhh.” She moaned as Harland’s salty sweet cum coated her tongue. It also had a coppery flavor she hadn’t tasted before.

  The young man lay on his back, groaning with satisfaction as she sucked him dry, her hands caressing his heavy hairy testicles.

  “Oh, Harland, has this lifted your curse?” She whispered. “…and if it has I am so glad to have helped you in doing it. I am so grateful. I’ve had the most mind-blowing sex tonight and I… I hope we can do this again.”

  “Yes, my dear.” He replied slowly. “You have lifted my curse, I am no longer held by the old enchantment that bound me to this land. The Clan Lachlan can finally rest in the forgotten realms of ancient history.”

  “I understand now why it had to be a mystery for so long.” She said, taking a deep breath. “I suppose I should let it remain forgotten… and get back home to my mundane life of a university resident.”

  He didn’t respond, but he had a smile on his face and his erection continued to ooze his cum into her mouth. Slowly she released his cock and laid her head over his hairy crotch. She turned her head to look at his face, he seemed at peace and his breathing was calm and rested. Feeling more content than she ever had in her life, Agatha let her body relax and her mind followed suit as she drifted into the comforting embrace of a deep and restful slumber.

  ***

  “Ah, Doctor Severus.” Mortimer Somersby, director of the department of Ancient Archeological Studies, smiled broadly. “So good of you to come to see me.”

  “Director Somersby.” She nodded and took a seat. “I hope all is well.”

  “But of course.” The fat man grinned. “Things couldn’t be any better.”

  “Good to know.” Agatha looked around the director’s office. “So what did you want to see me for?”

  “About your area of expertise, Doctor.” Somersby nodded and shuffled some papers before him. “You know, all those strange historical myths and mysteries that interest you so much.”

  “Mortimer, you and I both know that my last trip to Northern Europe was a bust, and you’ve had me working on double shifts for the whole of the month since I returned.” She leaned back on her chair and shook her head in exasperation. “What more fun are you poking at me now?”

  “Oh, on the contrary, Doctor.” Somersby leaned closer. “The report that you submitted of the Lachlan Clan expedition…”

  “It was hardly an expedition, Mortimer… I just did a little reconnaissance.”

  “So you did, my dear.” Mortimer Somersby nodded. “However, you seem to have left out some of your findings.”

  “What the hell do you mean, Mortimer?” She sat up and leaned onto the desk.

  “You didn’t mention that you actually met the caretaker of the Lachlan Estate.”

  “What Lachlan Estate? It’s a bloody wilderness out there with no one around for miles.”

  “Then how would you account for our visitor.” The university director grinned from ear to ear.

  “Huh? What?” Agatha felt a cold chill run down her back.

  “Debbie!” Somersby picked up the intercom and called his assistant. “You can send in the gentleman now, please.”

  “What’s going on, Mortimer…?” Agatha cried out.

  The fat man raised his hand and smiled wider. “Well, you’re in luck, Doctor Severus. You’re going to get your well funded expedition after all. Our visitor is as interested in finding out more about the Lachlan Clan myth and wants you to head the show.”

  “Me?” She felt as if she was cornered. “What do you mean… who is this visitor?”

  The front door opened and a tall, broad shouldered man wearing an expensive suit walked in. He had a little smile on his handsome face, his eyes were dark and keen, and his jet black hair fell around his face and down to his immense shoulders. Agatha’s blood froze as she recognized the man.

  “Doctor Severus.” Mortimer Somersby stood up. “Meet our benefactor from across the wide Atlantic, Lord Harland Lachlan the thirteenth, master of the legendary Lachlan Estate.”<
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  Story 13

  The naked man was snoring lightly; his thick muscular arm was draped over her midriff. Geri took a deep breath and exhaled with a loud sigh. She glanced at the little timepiece on the drawer beside her bed. Six in the morning, a new day had begun with a promise that the same old mundane things of everyday would be just as they were the day before. She pushed Arne’s heavy arm off her and slipped out of the bedcovers. Standing naked in front of the full length mirror, she looked at the shapely redhead looking back at her.

  “Geraldine Scarlett Rogan, wannabe movie star.” She said with a smirk. “All the world’s a stage… and when the fuck is my cue?”

  She looked at herself in the mirror closely, a ritual she followed every day. Her bright red hair, deep green eyes, full lush lips, button nose and a delicate heart shaped face was meant to fill the silver screen, making many a heart race and sing. Her body she took great care of, and at thirty, she didn’t look a day over twenty two. Strong shoulders, straight back, full pert breasts, sensuously curving hips and buttocks and those strong shapely legs. Oh, could she hold a pose and enthrall, or could she? And yet, six years in the city of lights, and that big break still eluded her.

  “It’s not like all those acting lessons meant nothing…” She bit her lower lip and shook her head.

  She glanced back at Arne, still snoring on her bed. He was a cameraman at one of the studios she often found work at, doing little parts in local ads and the like. Arne Luther was a good friend and a better lover, but there wasn’t any love in their relationship, and that was fine with her. Geri had no interest in getting into something that would be messy to get out of. These little mutual benefits suited her just fine at this stage of her life.

  And what life was that? A daily grind of mundane events and tasks that made it possible to survive to the next day to do more mundane events and tasks, and the vicious circle went on and on. Oh, well, it was time to get to one of those mundane tasks, her real job, at her Uncle Rand’s Pawn shop on the strip. The job was easy, and boring as hell, but the pay and perks made up for that. She didn’t know what else she would do without Uncle Rand helping her out. Maybe wait tables in some steam filled diner along the coast.

  A quick shower and a bite of buttered toast with some coffee and she was out of the door. Arne had a duplicate key and he sometimes bailed her out with the rent, so she left him there still asleep. The pawn shop was just a block away and she enjoyed the lazy walk over. The place was a 24/7 and her usual day shift was between eight and four, giving her plenty of time to spare in the evenings.

  “Ah, Geri, my dear.” The shrill voice of her aunt, Millicent Rogan, pierced into her ears making her wince. Same old, same old, every darn day.

  “Morning, Millie.” She nodded at the white haired older woman. “Made another million dollars since I was last here?”

  “Yeah, sure… and we’ll be moving the business to Vegas next Christmas.” Millicent Rogan cackled and slapped her playfully across her perfect rump.

  “That’ll do you an Uncle Rand a world of good.” She grinned at her perky aunt.

  “Oh yeah!” Millie had a smirk on her thin lips. “And what about you, little Geri Cherry, when are you going to get it through your pretty head that you’re wasting away chasing your smoke-filled dreams? Find yourself a millionaire before that hot body of yours goes all the way downhill.”

  “That what you did, Auntie dear? I didn’t know Randall Rogan was a millionaire back then.”

  “He wasn’t, and still isn’t.” The proprietress of the pawn shop said with a deep sigh. “And this pawn shop isn’t going to last forever, you know. After our time, your cousin, Nate’s going to run things… and the way he is… the ground is the only place he can run this business into.”

  “Why don’t you and Uncle Rand bequeath this place to me then instead?”

  “Yeah, right… as if your uncle’s going to leave his only son in the lurch for you.” Her aunt Millie replied with a snorting laugh. “I’d have half a mind to, but I’ve never been the evil step-mother, and I’m not going to start now.”

  “Ah, geez, yeah… I forgot.” Geri sighed sadly. “Rand’s first wife died even before I was born, when Nate was just three… and you’ve been the only mother he knows since.”

  “Yeah, well, forget about us… you’ve got to make your own life, dear girl. This dreary old pawn shop and your obsession with becoming a movie star will be the death of you.”

  “Right now, this dreary old place is the life of me… so you go on home and get some rest while I take care of things.”

  “Alright, darling.” Millicent Rogan collected her handbag and umbrella and began walking toward the door. “And Rand will be here after ten as usual.”

  Geri watched the woman walk away down the street. That woman was a work-aholic, spending nearly fourteen hours a day in the pawn shop. She knew that she could never do that even if she had forty eight hours a day. The older folk had a stronger work ethic, real gumption and grit about getting things done. It was a pity that Rand’s son, Nate, was nothing like his father when it came to getting his hands dirty and working hard. It would be sad indeed to see this place go to ruin after her uncle and aunt could no longer run it.

  The little bells over the door chimed, letting her know that someone had walked in. She looked up at the tall, slender man walking up to her counter. He had a small package in his bony hands and his sunken eyes looked right at her as he licked his thin lips with a flicking tongue. Geri felt a chill run down her back and took a deep breath. It was still too early in the morning for the shop to have more than a handful of customers. In fact, at that moment, she was the only one there. She prayed that this wasn’t some kind of attempted robbery. The man did have a furtive look about him.

  “Good morning, miss.” His voice was a deep baritone, quite in contrast to the near cadaver like look he had.

  “Good morning, sir.” She eyed the package he was holding in his hands. It was too small to be a gun, but then some antique guns were quite small. “What can I help you with?”

  “This.” He held up the package at her. “I have something here that might interest you.”

  She stared at it wide eyed for a moment, and then looked at him. He had an expectant expression on his gaunt face. “Okay, sir… can you undo the packing… show me what it is inside.”

  “Uh, yeah, sure.” He said and undid the bindings with trembling fingers. “It’s an artifact… thousands of years old, from the ancient world.”

  Geri’s eyes went wide at the sight of the silvery object the man revealed from its packaging. If she knew her history well, the artifact was a remarkable piece from a time long gone, from an age when great empires stretched across entire continents. “It looks like something from ancient Asia or Egypt.” She said, gingerly reaching out for it. “What can you tell me about it, Mr.…? Mr.?”

  “Uh, er… yeah, it’s real old.” The man nodded and licked his lips again in snakelike fashion. “How much will you pay for it?”

  “Well, I’ve got to get a better look… the owner of this place will be here in an hour, he can…”

  “I ain’t got an hour, lady.” He cut her off agitatedly. “Look, just gimme a grand for it, I know its worth more… ten times maybe… but I need the money and I have to go…”

  The siren wail of a distant squad car came from outside, making the man jerk up.

  “I can’t do that, Mister.” Geri’s suspicions went a notch higher. “I don’t even know your name…”

  “It doesn’t matter…” He said and looked nervously over his shoulder. “Look, you keep it for now… I’ll be back for the money tomorrow.”

  “What? No, wait… we don’t work that way.” She tried to grab his arm, but he was already rushing to the door. “Wait. Hey! Wait… is this stolen…? You can’t just…”

  Geri ran after the man but he was already rushing down the street. She watched him run a while before he turned a corner and was gone. She looked
at the silver object in her hand. It was some kind of decorative piece, probably a ceremonial item from some ancient civilization. Her uncle would know more about it she was sure. She reached for the shop phone, pausing over the receiver and wondering if she should give him a call. He would be there in an hour anyway, she could wait. She considered if she should call the police instead. What if this thing was indeed stolen and having it in their possession could implicate the pawn shop.

  * * * * *

  “Yes, this exact item was reported as stolen late last night… from the private collection of a Donald A. Kilminster.”

  “Donald Kilminster?” Geri couldn’t stifle her gasp. “The Donald Kilminster.”

  “You know the guy, Miss… Rogan.” The gray haired officer looked up at her from the report he was making.

  “Yes… I mean, who doesn’t know Donny Kilminster…” She laughed nervously. “He’s only the most renowned filmmaker on natural history this side of the Atlantic.”