THE HEALING HEART

by Zelda Clemens

  The DJ’s LED light danced around in styles in the hall while the special table of two reserved for the evening was decorated with ribbons and special romantic flowers.

  “Have a seat, my princess,” Frank said and offered her a seat.

  Elsa was still speechless and couldn’t even ask any question.

  The height of it was when Frank called Elsa closer and stylishly dug his finger into her hair and brought out a diamond jeweled engagement right and knelt before her saying: “Elsa Churchill, I don’t have much to say other than to tell you that your baby needs a loving father; you need a caring husband and I need a sweet beautiful affectionate wife. On this memorable night, I want to…”

  “Yes, yes and yes!” she interjected a holler and offered her finger, “Say no more, my Duke.”

  Frank was so happy for her acceptance and fixed the ring in her finger and kissed her hand severally.

  “I love you, my Duchess,” he said and stood up for a proper hug.

  They began to kiss each other which ushered in some entertainments: the group of singers and dancers started singing and dancing.

  It was a memorable moment indeed which lasted for a couple of hours. At a point, Elsa felt the need to try something new and crazy. She gleefully heaved a sigh with happiness as she observed the entire events at the engagement party with boundless joy. She couldn’t just wait to show her appreciation to Frank which made her drag him to a corner.

  “There is something urgent we need to do now but the road to home is far,” She whispered into his ears standing on her toes.

  Frank was confused and didn’t see it coming which made him wince, having his tongue clung to the roof of his mouth: “I hope all is well.”

  “We’ll soon find out,” she said smilingly and dragged him out from the exit door, “we may need the key of the limo right away. Tell the Driver to excuse us for a while. I promise; the discussion won’t take long.”

  Frank seemed to comprehend what she wanted which made him grin.

  “I’ll do as you commanded, ma’am,” he responded and collected the key from the limo driver, switched on the engine and turned on the air conditioner which got the car chilled in a wink. “After you ma’am,” he said and beckoned her into the limo.

  When she entered, she hastily jammed the door behind her. “The most important thing we need now is to fuck,” she said and quickly began to remove Frank’s all-white suit, “This is necessary to avoid living the prints of my lipstick on your sweet suit,” she added, chuckling.

  “With all pleasure,” he said and began to kiss her immediately, “I’m glad that the glasses are tinted.

  “Me too, start fucking me immediately, let’s enjoy the quickie,” she urged and pulled him into a kiss. “In the Limo, I lost my happiness to my uncle, that’s the reason why I want to erase that sadness in a limo.”

  It was then that Frank understood her reasons for her choice of location. He raised her gown and quickly moved his hand searchingly on her until he took hold of her thong and parted it to feel her juicy pussy.

  “Oh, yeah. You’re damn wet, baby,” he said and started jabbing her pussy with his two fingers bunched.

  “Have your way with me,” she said and spread her leg while resting her back on the seat, “Deepen my pussy and take hold of the tiny hands of your baby in the womb.”

  Frank was so excited and started fingering her ferociously until she began to produce much juice that bedraggled his fingers.

  As the French kiss lasted Frank clucked his tongue against the bridge of his mouth with a slabbering taste and lewd craving. His entire spines were barricaded in lust and desire which conjured such libido that made him start feeling as if his life had been flubbed by pleasure and sweetness.

  The all-consuming fire of love and passion predominated between the newly engaged love birds. When Elsa went berserk, she couldn’t have her clothes on, so she quickly undressed, making sure that they were totally nude and inviting to each other’s desire. She lay on the seat and spread her legs on the desk to give Frank easy access. With her artificial-nailed finger, she spread her pink folds as she licked her tongue and beckoned him forward with her slim finger. “Come and get it,” she muttered amorously.

  Frank took his time to scan her pussy, making sure that he caressed her pink folds and clit thoroughly before inviting his slithery tongue to take over the fellating service between her legs. With audacity, he began to give her a good head while she moaned aloud, even though her loud groan was blotted out by the noise from the music in the Deli which made it hard for someone to hear her lascivious craving.

  “Suck it, lick me hard,” she advocated and held his brunette hair and pushed him closer to dig deeper into her crotch, “Give it to me, my fiancé,”

  Frank was so happy to still remember that he’d be taking Elsa down the aisle soon.

  “I can’t wait to father your child,” he said and crawled up to her nipple and began to suck voraciously and squeezing with his two hands like an orange being juiced.

  As he sucked her nipple, Elsa grabbed his cock and pushed her hip forward until his cock began to touch the tongue of her pussy. She began to caress her pussy with the cap of his cock until she was so wet to receive him.

  Frank already knew what she wanted, so he pushed his hip forward and met her pussy in an intersection which made it easier for Elsa to push the huge cock into her kitty until she swallowed the entire length. She began to fondle his balls while Frank began to screw her gradually until he felt the growing veiny cock that got bigger inside her.

  Frank began to pound heavily on her which got him distracted from sucking her nipple. Elsa raised her legs and spread them more to ensure a deeper penetration.

  “I know you love it,” Frank said and continued fucking hard, hammering heavily on her until she began to coat his cock with her whitish jelly-like secretion.

  “Fuck me faster, fuck harder and kill that fucking pussy,” she snarled and wiggled her head to the point that she began to scatter her ponytail.

  Elsa became so crazy and overtaken with desire which made her push Frank down and mounted on his cock and forced the pulsating cock into her snatch and started hammering on it. She placed her hands on the walls of the exotic car and kept banging hard and twirling her ass to ensure a deep thrust and a thorough screw. She kept fucking until Frank began to have an explosion.

  “Seems I am about to cum, baby,” Frank announced.

  Elsa got crazy and kept hitting harder on him to make him cum into her pussy.

  “Cum inside me, cum inside the sweet hole and tell me how you feel baby.”

  Frank held her hip firmly and began to smack her robust ass as he began to dispense his thick cum inside her pussy. He shot his cum-bullets for about five times before the final and last drop was dispensed.

  Elsa didn’t stop fucking but kept pounding hard on him until she felt that her wall couldn’t hold firm to the gallant dick because it had become weak and numb inside her. She slowly got up, making some copious cum to drip from her pussy because they were really much in quantity.

  Frank and Elsa became so weak and rested in the car until they had the strength to clean up their messy bodies and dressed up.

  Frank got down first and then opened the door for Elsa to alight. They went back into the Deli. Immediately they stepped their feet into the Deli hall, the entire people began to clap and cheer which got the newly engaged happy and satisfied. The engagement party continued until midnight.

  Frank took Elsa home and they had an unforgettable marathon sex one more time which brought the engagement night to a successful conclusion.

  Epilogue

  Frank and Elsa had a memorable grand wedding that took place on the cruise ship, with most of the US Navy SEAL in attendance. Delia Adolfo was the maid of honor while Andrew George, Frank’s boss was the best man. Frank thanked his boss in a special way for giving him the opportunity to meet such a wonderful angel that turned his saddened life to the happiest
one. Frank’s pursuit of happiness was consummated by his marriage to Elsa which made them live happily ever after.

  THE END

  Bonus Stories

  44 special bonus stories!

  Please go to Next Page to start reading your first bonus story!

  Contents for Bonus Stories

  Skin-Walker

  The Alien Encounter

  Medieval Love

  Strange Seduction

  Strange and Beautiful

  A Soldier’s Love

  The Thrill

  Sharing Seals

  Three’s Company

  The Rising Star

  The Peace Treaty

  Kissing a Scoundrel

  Immortal Souls

  Passionate Fly Ball

  Whispering Universe

  Kiss of Tomorrow

  The New Normal

  Hearts of Dust

  Her Highland Love

  The Hiding

  Luck Out

  The Moonlit Guardians

  Muse

  Laws of Passion

  WE WERE THREE

  When Gods Die

  A Wife for the Laird

  Interview with an Alien

  Bound by the Bronco

  The Ranch of New Dreams

  The Unbitten

  Hunter in the Flight

  Egyptian Secrets

  Aileen

  Forever

  Dimensional Love

  KIKI Woods

  THE KINKY PROPOSAL

  Hear Them Roar

  Inextinguishable Love

  Seduced by the Countryside

  Going Full Circle

  Endless Love

  Shifters Mountain

  Bonus Story 1 of 44

  Skin-Walker

  Description

  When children in a small Midwest city begin going missing, only to reappear mere hours later, apparently unharmed and unscathed, tabloid reporter Eileen Morgan knows that there’s a story. When she is approached by one of the mothers of those children who turns out to be Wiccan, Eileen smells money. But when her editor sidetracks her with sightings of a werewolf stalking the University Arboretum she begins to get a hunch that the two are connected.

  Eileen, however, has a trick up her sleeve that any reporter would kill for; she’s a Skin-Walker, a Shape-Shifter.

  So begins her gripping tale of a werewolf indebted to her service whom she cannot help falling in love with, a Wiccan couple who hate that their arts are being perverted, and a desperate and sadistic rogue witch with a partner who feeds on pain and is seeking the perfect child. In the end, Eileen will have to face herself as both woman and Skin-Walker.

  *****

  “Ms. Morgan, do you have children?”

  Of course I didn’t. I had no children and I had no intention of ever having any of the little parasites. Still, I put on a sad and sympathetic face. I smelled a story, a good one. Children in the countryside had been going missing, but, strangely, they always would be gone less than the twenty-four hours needed to call in the FBI.

  A child, usually about age twelve, would fail to get off the school bus or his bike would be found abandoned and frantic parents would panic while the police mobilized. Later, the kid would be found dazed and confused wandering in a park or somewhere similar. The child would show no signs of any harm or molestation and the cops would blame it on drugs or some sort of pre-adolescent stunt.

  I stared at the woman a few moments, trying to find my empathy. We were in my office after she had turned to my newspaper in real desperation. I needed to milk her for information, so I shut my eyes and shook my head slowly.

  “No, Mrs. Phelps,” I said softly, “I – I do have a niece but, well, I am not a mother and so I cannot begin to imagine.”

  “Call me Anna,” she said.

  “I’m Eileen. So tell me, Anna, what happened?”

  “Sean was playing baseball with his friends at the park. It was going on sunset,” Anna explained.

  “Which park?”

  “McBride.”

  “You live in Maple Bluff?” I asked, smelling money.

  “Yes,” she said. “So, anyway, he chased a ball into the trees and that was the last anyone saw of him for almost eighteen hours.”

  “You called the police.”

  “Of course. There was nothing. Then the next morning security at the airport found him wandering in the perimeter.”

  “Was he…”

  “No,” she said. “That’s just it. He wasn’t harmed in any way. The doctors found nothing. Sean says that it was like he fell asleep and woke up when a jet roared overhead. He remembers nothing. But --”

  “Yes?”

  “Our own physician found the smallest of puncture marks on his arm.”

  “Like if somebody drugged him?”

  “No. Like somebody drew blood from him.”

  That gave me pause.

  “There is something else that you must understand,” the woman said. “My wife and I are Wiccan.”

  That gave me even more of a pause.

  “I thought,” I said, “that the Wicca are, um, pardon the phrase, good witches.”

  “We are. But there are those who would take our knowledge and wisdom and pervert it for their own selfish purposes.”

  Right then I figured that I had a lulu. The Wicca are a harmless bunch of Druid wanna-bes into herbalism, hodge-podge spiritualism and very cool, sexy clothes.

  “Okay,” I said drawing hard on my empathy, “so you think that some dark coven is gathering elements for some evil reason, like hair or blood or something.”

  “Yes.”

  “So why come to me?”

  “Well,” she said, “I first came because no one would listen to me, a crack-pot lesbian witch. But I have seen your work and you have gone national. And while your investigations have been, um . . .”

  “Sleazy.” I said. “I’ll be the first to admit that.”

  “Yes. You seem to enjoy taking people down.”

  “Only the jerks.”

  “Be that as it may,” she said, “my wife suspected something about you. And the moment I walked in here I knew. You are a Skin-Walker.”

  I was so very glad that I was sitting. She looked at me with a deep and long stare.

  “A whaaa?” I said.

  “A shape-shifter,” she said. “I see the shadows on your face.”

  “Mrs. Phelps,” I began. “I may be many things but—“

  “I understand your denial,” she said. “And your true nature is none of my business or concern. Someday society will understand and accept, but this is not that day. This is the day that I am asking you to help me.”

  I had a sudden new respect for Wicca. I grabbed a pad and pen.

  “I’m gonna need the whole story.”

  We talked for over an hour. She left and then I sent out for lunch. Over pastrami on rye I started researching the other abductions with the same M.O. There was nothing outside of Dane County, not even national. It was one of those stories that we could give banner headlines to. It was begging for our spin.

  Then Nick, my editor, poked his head in my door.

  “Eileen,” he said, “I want you.”

  “And I want you, baby,” I replied, “but you know I have all those slaves back home and—“

  “I got a werewolf.”

  I chuckled.

  “No, really,” he said. “I got three sightings of a werewolf in the University Arboretum.”

  “The Arboretum is a big place,” I said. “Where was he spotted?”

  “Six guesses.”

  “The effigy mounds.”

  “Bingo,” he smiled “This could be our very own Bat-Boy baby.”

  “Bat-Boy worked,” I sighed, “because it was two syllables and they had a cool graphic. What are you going to call this? The Arboretum Werewolf?”

  “Madison’s Monster,” he suggested.

  “The Park’s Dark.”

  “I like,’ he sai
d. “We could do that with a one-forty point black and white banner. So, am I sending you out tonight with a photographer?”

  “I’ll go alone” I said. “This witch came in crying about her boy. I’m digging right now.”

  “Those semi-lost kids?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Be cool if you could tie ‘em together with the werewolf.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded, “it would.”

  Nick left me with a voucher for a good night camera. I knew a little bit about werewolves. And I knew that they didn’t like cameras.

  ***

  So I work for The Exposé; a small tabloid in Madison, Wisconsin with a thriving circulation. I have a by-line and copyright on all my stories. I get picked up a lot by the national rags because my stories are good. That’s because I am good, and that’s because I have an edge.

  I have the advantage that every reporter on the planet wants: I can be the fly on the wall or the stray cat in your backyard. I am a nagual, animagi, face dancer, skin-walker, whatever name you want. I’m a shape-shifter.

  *****

  One of the hard parts about being a skin-walker is that you need to do it naked. I mean, I have shifted before when clothed and it’s a hassle. If my body mass expands then the clothes shred. If I contract then I have to spend time wiggling my way out.

  So I went into the Arboretum in the dead of night. I found a spot in the Wingra Woods near the ancient effigy mounds and I lit some candles around a stone cairn. I figured that if I got caught it would look like I was some sort of weirdo spiritualist. Then I stripped and walked to the tall Norwegian pines. The night was cool, the scent was wonderful and the lush carpet of long needles was so soft beneath my feet. I wandered. There was no moon and the darkness was so lovely. Standing alone and naked was, itself, a luscious feeling and I could have been lulled into those sweet sensations.

  But I had to keep my mind focused. I sensed the thing and I knew that it was out there. It was behind me and stalking me. I could smell its musk. It was aroused and I was such a tempting morsel. I paused by a cluster of moon-flowers and knelt to gather them. The werewolf took that time to circle me.