The Cowboy Who Strolled Into Town (47 page)

"If you -- both -- ever want to come back and fight, you're more than welcome to. Please, even."

The two of them nodded and they soon left the kitchen.

Outside of the doorway she clutched his head and put her mouth to his, the soft texture of her tongue gripped his lips and massaged them. She put her tongue into his mouth further, feeling behind and under his tongue. He licked at her lips and felt her body. The sharp curves of her hips and the thickness of her thighs. In the doorway, still, he lifted her robes up to grab her dark thighs, running his hand up until it was around the bare skin of her butt.

He shook with desire for her and held her arms as he put his tongue in her mouth with just as much force as she had put hers. His hand slid up and down her leg as he contemplated where to take her. Years later and her body was just as miraculous to him. It was like a place that restored him and gave him new energy it was like a temple that he wished he could visit every day for the rest of his life. Getting to have sex with her made him feel like he was visiting that beautiful temple every single day.

He pulled her robes back down and she ground her hip into his leg. He could tell how much she wanted it.

"You were a lion all day, weren't you?"

"Yeah, all day while I was trying to save you," Jeremiah said.

She corrected as she breathed into his collarbones, "Trying to save the galaxies, more like."

"Follow me to our barracks," he whispered.

She whispered back, "I'll follow you anywhere." They ran together and locked their door. He laid her down on the hard bed, but before he could do anything she was whispering again.

"I want you to be a lion," she said.

"A lion? You want me to turn into one for you, while we have sex?"

Everette smiled at Jeremiah.

Jeremiah looked at her and asked again, "A werelion? While we have sex?"

She nodded again, teasing him by putting her legs up in the air, taunting him with what he wanted. He transformed, but left his face and groin like a human's. She looked up at him in ecstasy. Her eyes shone like comets through the sky and she looked around him excitedly, trying to take it all in.

He was more powerful, capable of thrusting into her canal, pushing apart the walls and growing inside of her. He had retained a human penis, but as he thrust into her more and more he became less and less sure that he was fully human. The thrill of having her ask him to transform had turned, perhaps, even his dick into that of a lion's.

She said with an enthusiasm he hadn't heard in a while, "Even your face-- oh!"

He realized she meant him and he asked, "My face? What about it."

Everette was panting and trying not to scream out while she said, "You have the head of a lion!"

He pushed into her hard and stayed there a beat, then came all of the way out of her and slowly slid it all the way back in. He did that, looking at the newly engorged dick he had. It was like one he had never seen before. It was huge and coming out of his lion self, but it was fleshy and pink like his own.

He rubbed the head against her clit, then pushed it all of the way in, feeling the joy in getting inches deeper than he had been in before.

He finished and slowly shifted his body on her to lie next to her.

"Do you think I should re-enlist for a tour?" He asked.

"I think you should do whatever feels right," she said as she stroked the curling blonde hairs on the back of his head. She bent down to kiss him more and more. "But I would miss you!"

"I would definitely miss you," he told her.

"Let's think about it?" she asked.

He nodded, "Yes."

THE END.

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Beatrice King looked in the mirror in her house; she loved the fact that her skin was so clear.  It had to do with the fact that she worked at the Whitebridge Renaissance Fair, she was sure of it.  Her milky chocolate complexion would be perfect, if only her weight were a bit more manageable.  Sure she knew men loved them big, but she would like to cut down her weight by around 50 pounds or so.  Not that she was grotesque by any means, no in fact her dress was always filled out quite nicely, and in fact she often got compliments from the men who came to the fair.  No matter what she knew that her low cut dresses and the fact that her 44D breasts were almost perfectly placed, well it got her all the attention she really required, but why did she still feel so lost and alone?

Perhaps it was because her eye was always wondering to not the visitors, but her co-workers, two of them especially.  She smiled at the thought of them both, they were simply delicious in so many ways, she couldn’t even fully describe the desire she felt for them.  But alas, she had never approached them with anything more than a friendship.  It wasn’t because she felt they weren’t hot, because they were; but more about her and her size when it was compared to these two men.

Finn Macmillan was the first man; he was tall, pale, and beautiful.  Beatrice shook her head that really didn’t give him enough credit.  Finn was a man who you noticed immediately when you saw him.  It had been three years ago when she had first met him, and his size had been noticeable, he towered over everyone else.  He must have stood 6’ 8” tall, and that was huge, compared to Beatrice’s small 5’ 5” frame especially.  But even when other people were around, Finn was simply a tower among the crowd.  His looks, yummy, that’s what crossed her mind.  His hair was dark brown, almost black, and against his pale white skin, it made him look majestic.  He wore it longer, which Beatrice didn’t normally like, but on Finn it seemed to work quite well, perhaps because of his height?  He had the greenest emerald eyes she had ever seen on a man before too, they just fit perfectly with his look.  Beatrice licked her lips in appreciation of Finn and the way his imagine formed so perfectly in her mind.

Finn wasn’t the only guy though she would love to get to know more intimately.  He had a good friend Sebastian Kol; he was an opposite to Finn, but just as hot in his own way.  He stood around 6’ 3” tall, fairly tall really, but even when he stood next to Finn he seemed short.  He was a nice dark brown, with short curly hair, and a well-manicured beard.  He looked distinguished and so tasteful to Beatrice. 

She thought of the three years she had known the, heck, even laughed with them.  But Beatrice would love to have so much with these two, or just one of them, but both would be better.  She was a big woman, and she needed a lot of love.  As she got to know them she had found out a lot about them, but they were also very secretive.

She fixed her hair one last time and went out to the fair.  It was almost opening time and she wanted to make her rounds and say hi to everyone.  She loved the people she worked with; this was truly a life for her.  She got to dress up in the sexiest dresses she had ever seen, and yes even with her body they looked fabulous.

Beatrice walked around the grounds, taking a few minutes to see how all her friends were doing.  They were a fairly close knit community, at least the people who worked each and every season.  There were some new comers who would only last a season; they were the ones who found out this fair wasn’t simply about playing dress up.  There was so much more to the Whitebridge Renaissance Fair.

She walked past the location where Finn and Sebastian usually worked, and saw Finn bending over.  What a sight that was to her just awake eyes.  He had a fabulous backside.  She wasn’t sure what Finn did to stay in shape, but she would sure love to be a part of his exercise regimen!

              “Hey Finn, how are you?” She called out to the man.

He turned around and looked at her; a smile of appreciation crossed his face.  “Beatrice, looking as lovely as ever, you sure know how to pick out those dresses!”

Beatrice smiled at the compliment.  She knew that Finn had to admire her milky complexion and her big breasts, most men couldn’t get past those.  Her ass was one of those big butts that Sir Mix A lot sang about as well.  Her body was big, compact and pure sexy!  Well that’s what she liked to tell herself to build up her self-confidence.  The truth was though around Finn and men like him and Sebastian she felt like her tongue was tied.  The words that she wanted to say wouldn’t come out, not the right ones anyway. 

She could hold a conversation with them, but what she really wanted to do was bring up the fact that she would love to know them so much better.  However, she just couldn’t seem to cross that bridge.

              “Thanks love, you’re looking great as usual too!”  That was it; she wouldn’t go past that point.  The words she wanted to say scream or even mutter were, I want to see you out of those clothes; but they wouldn’t come!

She walked on, wishing she could have done it this morning.  Every morning she would try to work up her courage, to show her interest to Sebastian of Finn, but every day it would end the same way.  Beatrice would go back to her shop and wonder why the words wouldn’t come out.

Chapter 2

Finn Macmillan was a man who wasn’t really what he seemed.  Only one person at the fair knew his true nature, Sebastian Kol.  Finn was actually a shape shifter; his true form was that of a dragon.  You might wonder why he would not want to stay in that amazing form all the time, there were many very good reasons.

Finn has grown up among his people, all had been true dragons, and most of the time they would spend their days in that form.  But it had been a while since Finn had been accepted among his tribe.  They had unfortunately kicked him out, he was an outcast. 

The problem had risen when he had met a fairy once while walking around in human form.  She had been sweet and lovely; they had talked, and over time had grown quite close.  Finn felt that he might truly have found the one person who would accept him for who he was, though she had no clue at the time he was a dragon.  She only knew him as Finn the human.  The man who oddly could see her, when so many others were unable, Finn often wondered how she hadn’t figured that out.

He often thought back to Persha, she had been so innocent and perfect in many ways.  Perhaps if he had really stepped back and looked at the situation he could have seen the future, stopped it before he had been made an outcast.  But, he knew that it was too late, you couldn’t go back and change the past.  Not only that but his hormones had been running, and he still might have ended up doing what it had then once again. 

Persha had given herself to him one time, it had been just the once, but it had been enough.  She had gotten pregnant.  Finn had to tell his people, they had been horrified that he had mated with a Fairy, especially this one.  She had been part of a family that they had been at odds with for years now.  They couldn’t or wouldn’t accept that Finn thought he was in love.

The situation had been even worse when he had faced her family with her to break the news.  They knew of his true nature and let Persha know just what he truly was.  She had been devastated; felt betrayed that he hadn’t been fully honest with him.  Her family had used this to their advantage and created the wedge that was needed to make sure Persha would never speak to him again.

His family and tribe had witnessed the scene from above, and had seen that Finn had tried to lie about his dragon nature.  They found this an affront to their species and told him he wasn’t worthy of their love and community.  They had exiled him immediately.

Finn had fled, unsure of what ever happened with Persha, but sure her family would have made her get rid of his spawn.  Her eyes when he had left that day had made it known that any feelings she had thought she had were long gone.  She had told him she hated him, and he turned and left.  Homeless, lonely, and unsure where to go at that point; if he hadn’t been such a strong man he may not have made it through.

It was by pure chance he had come upon the Whitebridge Renaissance Fair, the day he had.  He almost thought it was fate, perhaps it really was, and it was the perfect place for him to hide.  It gave him some of the homey feel of the community, but without all the fire-breathing, chest-pounding attitudes.

As far as being lonely, Finn really didn’t have a problem with that; the ladies would flock towards him.  His human form was one that had him standing 6’ 8” tall, and he had to admit he was damn fine looking.  Not that he spent all his time in front of the mirror, but he did make sure he was attractive to the opposite sex. 

He enjoyed the community of the fair, he liked a lot of the regular workers, he was found of Beatrice King.  She was much more attractive than she ever gave herself credit for.  Sure she was a big woman, but she filled out a dress nicely, and often times he had wondered what it would be like to bed her. 

But Finn tried to keep his personal activities away from any of the females that he worked with, he found it was much easier.  Because if he got involved with another worker, one that was female, there would surely be feelings hurt if it didn’t work out.  And the last thing Finn wanted was some female who would follow him around and beg him to get back with her.  Not his style.  So instead, he would entertain himself with the attractive guests who would visit the fair.  They would do just fine; none of them ever thought it was more than a one-time thing anyway.

The other person he found to be of good nature was his friend Sebastian Kol.  Sebastian had been lost in the world, all alone, and Finn had noticed something in him.  He had taken him under his wing, helped him out, and made him a better person, or so he thought.

He had gotten Sebastian hired at the fair and together they were two of the knights.  They would do the jousting events and various other things.  It was kind of funny when you thought about it.  After all knights where the ones who often slayed the dragon in the story books; too bad people didn’t realize how false that was.

Finn loved his work, and he went out to check a few things in the morning.  He had seen Beatrice walking towards him out of the corner of his eye.  He saw how she had looked at him, and felt her eyes burn into him.  But like all the other times, Beatrice didn’t make her feelings known to him.  It was for the better, he knew, because it would only lead to problems.