SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (35 page)

“What exactly was that?”

He lowered his white shirt and showed me that tattoo of the dragon all over again. “I’ve never believed in tattoos and I thought it was silly for somebody to mark up their body like this. I awoke after finding my fiancé dead with this on my shoulder. I thought it was some kind of joke, but now I’m starting to realize that whoever did this wanted to make sure that I remembered it for the rest of my life.” The pain in his eyes was evident by the way that he seemed to be looking right through me.

“I can see the reason why you didn’t tell the police about that. It sounds a little farfetched, but there’s no reason for me not to believe you. How long have you been living in relative obscurity out here in the middle of nowhere?” I didn’t really need to ask the question; because he had just finished saying that it had been a few months of things happening.

“After I was questioned extensively by the police, I went home to find two men ransacking my condo. I watched them tear the place apart and I was tempted to confront them, but I noticed that they were packing. I decided to make a discreet exit, thinking that I’d either done something to get on somebody’s radar, or my wife had. I didn’t know what they wanted, but I could see that they meant business. This cabin is known to very few. It’s something that I’m proud of.” I was eating this wonderful meal and finding the flavor of what he put on the steak to be quite enjoyable. He had made the char marks exactly like a chef would do.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would swear that you had some culinary training.” I cut into the steak and it was like cutting into butter and those mushrooms that were sautéed with the onions and peppers were the perfect complement to what he had laid out in front of me. He had turned off the lights and left only candlelight, which of course made me think that he was romancing and trying to seduce me with his eyes and his body. I don’t usually go for romantic gestures, but with him I felt this immediate attraction that had me literally wondering what he would taste like, as an after dinner treat.

“I did go to culinary school, but I never really pursued it, as a career. I found myself drifting and then getting into the construction trade by sheer convenience alone. Is it always your position to ask questions? I feel like I’m back in front of those hot lights and those detectives holding me hostage, until I had the good sense to ask for a lawyer.”

“I’m just asking, because I like to dabble with food myself. I have made all sorts of concoctions that make my friends almost cringe at the very thought of tasting it. There hasn’t been one time that they haven’t liked it and realized that I had no intention of making them eat something that they wouldn’t like. My claim to fame is seafood. I find nothing better than cooking something that is fresh from the ocean. Lobster is most people’s favorite, but mine is red snapper.” The creamy potatoes melted in my mouth and the vegetables brought me back to those days when I was on my grandfather’s farm.

“Avery, I was wondering about the candlelight, but I don’t think that you have romantic overtures in mind. This is to keep your generator from using up all that fuel.” He nodded his head and then he continued to eat, but he would constantly look in my direction. I think that he was feeling a little gun shy and it was time to get him back in the saddle.

I moved my good foot over to his leg, making his eyes go wide with the feeling of my toes now creeping up along his calf and over his knee. There was a catch in his throat and he had his fork poised with a piece of that steak on it, but he didn’t put it in his mouth. I think that he was worried that he was going to choke on it. I was giving him every reason to worry.

“I’m not going to ask the obvious question. I’m just going to say that it’s been a long time and I hope that you’re patient.” He swallowed hard, licking his lips and staring at me, as I unbuttoned my shirt, just enough for him to see the swell of my D cup breasts. I dipped my finger into the wineglass. I brought it back out and traced down my cleavage. I let that droplet slide in between and make this noticeable wet spot where it was now moving down towards my belly button. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.” He didn’t have to do anything.

I actually enjoyed the fact that he was allowing me to play him for a change. It’d always been the other way around and I felt this need to insert my own authority. The way that he talked about his fiancée and what he had gone through made me feel for him in a way that had translated with my toes now massaging his crotch. I could feel the semblance of his excitement flexing against my toes and I was able to with some difficulty to pull down the zipper with just my toes. He seemed relatively impressed by my agility. He didn’t try to stop me, as I stuck my toes up against his briefs. I could feel the wetness from his over aroused state.

“I would ask what you’re doing, but I would be pretty naïve if I didn’t know.” I probably wouldn’t have done anything, but there was something about him that was basically turning my libido against me. It encompassed me and it only got harder to resist him, as I worked my toes on him. I picked up my fork, moved it across in front of his eyes and then I dropped it with my hand going to my mouth to feign surprise.

“It appears that I have dropped my fork. I guess I’m going to have to go and retrieve it.” I slipped underneath the table and ended my foot play, long enough to use my hands to spread his knees and see the object of my desire. My fingers grazed his thighs and I began to tug at those pants, until he got the idea and lifted himself up, so that I could pull it down to his ankles. He stepped out of them with one leg still trapped within. I easily moved his knees apart, touching the inside of his naked thighs with my fingernails barely touching him. He jerked noticeably and I heard his hand slam down onto the top of the table.

“Don’t worry, you need to relax and you look like you’re a hair trigger from going off.” He was breathing heavy and even though I couldn’t see what he was doing, I could surmise that he was probably wondering how he had gotten so lucky. A beautiful black goddess was about to service him orally and the very idea of my exotic nature coming into play had given him a hard on that would’ve been able to rival most of my brothers from another mother.

“April Mowery, you are certainly not your average kind of girl. Then again, I haven’t had the privilege of being with anybody in the last six months. I could feel the eyes on me when I go into town for provisions, but I tried to make tracks, as soon as possible. The way that they stare at me, makes me think that they know who I am and eventually the police are going to show up.” I traced the outline of his package with my tongue through his underwear. It flexed and pushed against the fabric to show enthusiasm for what I was doing to it.

I began to tug at the waistband and he got the idea and once again lifted himself, so that I could pull that fabric away from a piece of meat that looked like it was ready to be devoured. I’m very good at oral sex and I like to use my tongue, as much as possible. I easily traced that vein running down the backside of his shaft with my tongue leading the way all the way to his balls. That masculine and husky scent drew me to him, until I finally took them into my mouth both at the same time.

He was squirming in his seat and began to give off this leaky discharge that I used to massage into him with my fingers covered with the sticky stuff. I couldn’t help myself and I licked those fingers clean, savoring the taste and wanting more from where that came from.

“You’ve done it now. Had you tasted bitter, I might not have wanted to take it all the way, but you taste like a fine wine that has been aged to perfection.” That creamy delight was inside of him waiting to get out and I had the correct tools to alleviate him of that burden

Chapter four

Avery was overcharged and the feel of my lips on him and getting this chance at female loving had only been a fantasy up to this point. I saw that he was having trouble containing himself and that his knob had swelled to two times its size. I knew that even the slightest breeze would have done him in. With that in mind, I backed away and waited for that boiling to come to a simmer. Once I was sure that he wasn’t just going to blow off in my mouth, I grabbed the base and brought it down to my lips. My tongue caressed the surface, before allowing it entry into the hot orifice that was awaiting it.

I didn’t even show any effect by his 8 inch size, as I let it glide across my agile tongue all the way to the back of my mouth, I didn’t stop, until he was in my throat. I let him feel what I could bring to the table, drooling all over his cock and his sack. When I went down on a guy, I did it with a lot of lubrication and it made for a nice sloppy ride that he was never going to forget. It was time to put this to bed. I let go of the base and I was primarily using only my lips and tongue, as a conduit for his boiling seed.

“That is absolutely…amazing. I don’t even know what I can possibly do to thank you for this.” The only thing I wanted, as reward was what I was working towards. I gave it all that I had and I felt it coming and then his hips went into high gear and suddenly his cock exploded, but that wasn’t the most surprising thing of all.

The table actually lifted up and was thrown against the far wall with me guzzling the flood of his cream. I looked up into the eyes and I saw what I had seen when I had first fallen.

Avery was now replaced by a red dragon with outstretched wings and this scaly hide that made me wonder what the hell was going on. I was terrified and I pulled my mouth off of him, knowing that it was Avery, but not Avery at the same time.

He swatted me with one of his very imposing wings and I felt myself go flying. Thankfully, I landed on the sofa. He made that same screeching sound that I had heard in my dream, but now I knew for certain that it wasn’t a dream. I wished that it was, but now I was living that nightmare in reality.

I didn’t even get the chance to properly consume the contents and a lot of it had drizzled down my face and stained my bulky red denim shirt. I had thought about making a run for it, but with my ankle injured, I was pretty much a captive audience. All I could do was watch, as he twisted his head from side to side. The chair that he was in was rendered into kindling by his bulky frame and then he shimmered, so quickly that it was hard to see it with the naked eye.

I reached out and grabbed the fire poker. I held it against my chest with the express purpose of using it if it got too close. It soon calmed down enough that it had fallen back and curled in on itself like a cocoon. The wings retracted and I saw the transformation, but I still couldn’t believe my eyes. Avery was now sitting there with his hands over his knees.

He looked up at me and said “Why did you stop? I can go all night.” I was stymied and it appeared that he had no idea what he was.

I got an idea and I walked over to him and stopped in front of this dresser. I opened it and rummaged around, until I found what I was looking for. I took the magnifying glass and then I made my way over to where he was sitting. He was a little confused at seeing that the chair was broken into pieces.

“I need you to stay completely still.” He didn’t move and I got closer with the magnifying glass, until I saw the two puncture wounds within the tattoo that had been affixed to his shoulder. It now made perfect sense, except that it didn’t. Whoever had killed his wife had left him with a curse and not just the reminder of seeing his girl dead in front of him.

“What happened here?” I motioned with my finger for him to join me on the couch and I turned to him and took his hands into mine. It was time that he knew the truth, even though he probably wouldn’t believe it. I know that I didn’t and I had already seen it with my own eyes.

“I’m going to ask you some very odd questions and I need you to be completely honest with me.” He nodded his head and I figured that he was giving me the green light “Have you had blackouts? Do you wake up someplace that you don’t remember going? Do you find yourself dreaming and then waking with either blood or tissue sticking to your fingernails or the taste of copper in your mouth?” He looked at me surprised, almost like I was reading his mind. “All of what you are experiencing is because of the bite.” I passed him the magnifying glass and he jumped up and went directly to a mirror.

“I never saw this before.”

“I’m going to tell you what I saw and I need you to look into my eyes and tell me that I’m lying to you.” He came back over and sat back down, still completely naked, although that wasn’t anything to be concerned about under the circumstances. “The bite has transformed you into what I can only describe, as a dragon shifter.” I still couldn’t believe that I was actually saying those words out loud. They seemed, so foreign and not something that I would think that I would say in my lifetime. I thought it was all myth and legend, but apparently there’s always a semblance of truth in any myth or legend.

“Do you think this is the reason why those guys were looking for me?” Now that he had broached the topic, I could honestly say that was a pretty good conclusion to make. “I think they might’ve been hunting this thing inside me.” I didn’t know how to comfort him, but I did what I thought I should. I put my hands on his very strong shoulders and then he leaned in with his head on my shoulder and began to weep like a little baby.

“It’s OK, Avery, we’ll figure this out. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere.”

 

Two days went by and I documented everything that we were doing. It was still little hard for me to take. I was experimenting with various stimuli and apparently pain and REM sleep brought on the change, not to mention oral gratification. There was one other thing that might do it, but there was really only one way to find out for sure. This would give me a way to possibly restrain the beast or keep it from coming out entirely.

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