by Lexi Hots
“Your words… are offensive, and yet I know you speak true.” He grabbed a large clay jug of mead and brought the honey based liquid to his quivering lips. “I have denied myself long enough.”
“That is undeniably the most under stated fact, great chief.” She purred and caressed her wide open pussy. “Mend your own losses before you seek to mend others.”
Kane exhaled heavily, his massive chest heaving with each breath. His usual resolve and discipline of a hunter was being eroded away as a haze of passion clouded his mind. He drained the clay jug of its contents and smashed it on the stone floor. His heart beating faster than ever, he reached for her, grabbing her legs and pulling her to him.
Sienna giggled as he lifted her off the bed and in one single motion and impaled her on his throbbing weapon. She screamed as he ripped her virgin opening. His eyes reflected the intensity of his lust. She had unleashed a beast and fear crept its way into her racing heart, warning of biting off more than she could chew. But the pain gave way to pleasure. The ferocity of his strokes began to feel like nothing she had ever felt before. She gasped out his name as sensations unknown gripped her nubile body. She had always dreamt of making love to Kane, and it was also her most closely guarded secret.
“Oh, Garth… oh, yes… please… don’t stop…” Her whimpers drove him on.
He grabbed her soft buttocks with his hardened fingers and dug into the yielding flesh, driving her up and down over his engorged cock. It had been so long that he had forgotten what it was like to have sex. But the memories came flooding back, along with Julia’s lovely smiling face. He wept for forgiveness, and his heart swelled, for deep inside he knew that wherever she was, Julia would want him to be happy. He was still of the living and he had wasted his life enough.
“Sienna.” He grunted as she bounced furiously over him. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, yes… my chief.” She smiled, kissing his face. “But enough talk; fill me with your love.”
Every fiber of his being intended to do that. This young woman had brought him back to life. Till that point he did everything dispassionately for the last thirteen years; except for hunting.
“I feel like a new man.” He grunted. “What have you done to me, little witch?”
“Yes, great chief.” She moaned, enjoying every inch of his thickness inside her. “You are back to being the man you once were.”
“Your soft flesh, your wanton lust… drives a desire in me unlike I have ever felt.” Kane groaned, dropping her down on the bed and falling over her, his throbbing cock still deep within her tight pussy.
“Yes, Garth… oh, yes.” The hot redhead moaned, clawing at his muscular buttocks. “Punish me… fuck me, great chief… fuck me hard.”
Growling like the great bears he had hunted over the years, the huge war-chief bore his bulk down on the shapely young woman under him. He thrust his hips down, plunging and pulling his enormous organ in and out of her hot, wet opening. He felt like a virgin himself, most of his past life a faded memory. It was as if he had stepped out of a dream or fallen into one. He couldn’t decide which, and couldn’t care; being this alive again was all that mattered.
“Oh, Garth… you’re so big… so big… this feels so good.” Sienna wept joyfully, kissing his neck and shoulders.
“I cannot hold much longer, “He said, between gasps, “…your tightness draws my life-seed, I must… release.”
“Yes, yes… you must.” She moaned excitedly. “Release your life giving seed inside me, Garth… and fill me with life.”
Her unabashed words enflamed him ever further, filling his heart with pride and setting his loins close to bursting. He increased the speed of his movements, thrusting in ever so deep. The deeper he pushed, the more pleasure he gave her. Her green eyes rolled in her head and her lovely face seemed as if she had drunk too much mead. He kissed her savagely as he felt the rising pressure within him.
“Ohh, yes… oh, great… chief.” She whimpered, shuddering with her own orgasm even as Kane released deep within her. “Fill me… give me life…”
“Oh, this is heaven.” He groaned as his entire body trembled with ecstasy. “Never have I felt… this much… pleasure.”
“Oh, my love…” She gasped as her quivering belly clenched down on his spewing member. “There is more pleasure in things forbidden than one shall ever find anywhere.”
“You speak truly, Sagan’s child.” He whispered, snuggling into the warmth of her soft breasts. “Pleasures of forbidden fruit are manifold.”
“Great one, you have deflowered me… and I am yours, no other man may claim me.” She said passionately. “You have sown the seeds of new life within me… and no more will you be without an heir.”
“You know already that you have conceived by my seed?” He looked at her in awe.
“Yes, I know my own body as much as you know the land, Garth Kane.” She smiled cryptically.
“You are truly one of the Great White Bear Clan.” He shook his great head slowly. “Yet what brought you to dishonor…”
“Oh, you fool, Garth Kane.” She laughed into his handsome face. “You have yet to fathom… I have always admired you, ever since you were one of my father’s great warriors, from the time I was a mere girl of twelve. But you were always haunted by your past, brooding like a giant as cold as the mountains all around us.”
“How could I have known?” He searched her lovely face.
“Precisely, old man.” She laughed pecking at his nose. “And you became even more lost in yourself after taking over as chief.”
“I have my duty… to the Clan…” He said defensively. “No greater duty…”
“No greater duty than preserving the ways of our people. I know that, Garth.” She nodded, kissing his cheek. “Yet to lead by example makes one a far greater chief.”
“You speak with great respect now, and yet for the last two winters, your scorn for the Clan and me was unbreakable.”
“How else was I to rouse the beast within you, Garth?” She eyed him mischievously.
“You say that all of that was pretense… for two winters?” He looked at her as if stung. “And you did it for the Clan?”
“The Clan and also for myself, if not more so.” She gave him a sweet innocent smile. “And now I have you.”
“Who else parleyed with you on this deception?” He suddenly grew cold.
“Elder Holm and Larisa.”
“Elder Holm…” Kane said without surprise and stared up at the wooden ceiling. “And he was the one who called out this judgment of placing you under my care. I begin to see the sense of it all.”
“Yes, at long last.” She teased him, caressing the dense curve of his pectoral muscle.
“I must see Elder Holm about his dishonesty soon.” He said with a deep sigh.
“What for?” She looked at him with some concern “Pray do not do anything unworthy of a chief.”
“Oh, no.” Kane grinned widely. “It is not unworthy to give heartfelt thanks to an Elder.”
Story 18
The swirling wind blew the light rain all around the young woman as she walked across the street, holding her coat tightly around her. She looked up at the impressive building before her. She had enjoyed babysitting for the wealthy Murkgreed family for about a month now. At five foot even she cut a pretty small figure; but she made up for that with her pretty looks and quick wit. The doorbell had to be rung twice before she heard someone walking up to the door from inside. The door opened and the lady of the house looked at her with a peculiar expression on her face.
“Good morning, Mrs. Murkgreed,” little April Summers said to the middle aged housewife standing before her.
“Oh... April,” Mrs. Murkgreed replied with a curious tone, looking out over the young girl's shoulder, first to the left and then to the right, as if she were uncertain why the 19 year old babysitter had knocked on the door of her luxurious home on this fine afternoon.
“Yep,” April
nodded with a smile after a brief, awkward pause.
“And what can I help you with?” Mrs. Murkgreed responded, this time with a bit more coldness to her voice.
“Well...” April began. “I'm just here to babysit, as usual?”
“Ohhh!” Mrs. Murkgreed pursed her lips, letting out a laugh. “About that... Didn't you get my text message, April?”
“No, Mrs. Murkgreed. Not that I'm aware of. Why, is something wrong?”
“Something wrong?” The arrogant woman snickered. “Is something wrong? My lord, child... is that all you have to say?”
April's face took on an expression of pure bewilderment. She couldn't fathom why this sudden change had come over her routine customer, in the form of Mrs. Murkgreed, the wife of handsome Mr. Murkgreed, the wealthy, prestigious doctor known far and wide.
“I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? Did something happen?” April pleaded, beginning to feel a bit worried. She'd never seen the usually friendly mother acting so harshly toward her, not in the many months that she had been babysitting the Murkgreed children. April had always gotten on so well with them, both Mr. and Mrs. Murkgreed, as well as with the kids. They never had any complaints or issues with her, though she didn't often speak with the handsome husband himself.
And so, it seemed quite strange that the middle-aged woman was all of a sudden behaving so bitterly toward the tight-bodied teen.
“Save it!” Mrs. Murkgreed spat. “Try to maintain some dignity, of what little you might have left.”
“Mrs. Murkgreed?” April repeated, her eyes beginning to water. The poor, young, untouched girl didn't take criticism so well. The slightest little insult or belittling remark would ruin her day. And so, one can imagine what this outright rejection was doing for her self-confidence. “Did Mr. Mur--”
But here she found the door summarily slammed in her pretty face, the gust of wind knocking her hair back with great force. April found herself staggering back, her mind a mix of confusion, fear and anger. Cleary there was some mistake. She had known the Murkgreeds for so long, this kind of behavior from Selene Murkgreed was uncalled for. Was some rival of hers trying to cut into her turf, April wondered as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. She was in need of a hug, a really big one. The wind swirled the rain all around and over her as she walked back down the stairs, making her tears less obvious. She crossed the street and stood under a tree. Whipping out her cell phone she called her best friend, Olivia Swede.
“What’s up, girlfriend.” The strong voice on the other end answered.
“Olivia,” April fought back more tears. “Something’s wrong. Selene Murkgreed shooed me away from her place, saying the most horrid things.”
“What you talking about, girl?” Her friend sounded aggravated. “Start over, and go slow.”
“Uh, yeah…” April took a deep breath and narrated everything that happened a few minutes ago between her and the Murkgreed woman.
“That’s totally freaking weird.” Olivia gritted her teeth. “What on Earth is she on about?”
“That’s what’s troubling me, “April sighed, “…even more than losing this babysitting gig. What the hell is going on?”
“It’s seems like these snooty bitches are out to get us.” The Swede girl replied. “They’re trying to slap something nasty on us. Today it’s you, tomorrow it can be the rest of us.”
“We’ve got to do something, Olivia.” April said with a gasp. “This’ll ruin us, we won’t get a babysitting job anywhere in this town.”
“This is some pretty bad mojo all right.” Olivia said. “And since they’ve pretty much accused us of something we didn’t do, we’re going to give them every reason to do so.”
“What are you saying, Olivia?” April swallowed hard.
“You know what I’m saying, kid.” Olivia snarled. “The gloves are off, it’s all or nothing. Where are you now, babe?”
“Uh, I’m outside the Murkgreed place.” She replied, struggling to keep her voice from trembling.
“Okay, that’s cool. Dr. Murkgreed’s office is two blocks from there.” Olivia sounded determined. “Are you up to it, April?”
April took a deep breath; gathering her wits about her and feeling a sense of determination come over her. “Yes, Liv… I can do this. Let’s even the score. I’m going to commit the crime I’ve already been thrown to the hoosegow for.”
“Atta girl, April.” Olivia encouraged. “We’re all with you on this. Meet us back at my place after you’re done. It’s time to raise the bar on these rich, snooty bitches.”
“I’ll be there, Liv… in a couple of hours.” April sounded confident.
“Go get him, Tigress.” Olivia cheered. “And oh yeah, I haven’t seen Dr. Murkgreed in a few years is he still...?”
“Oh, Garrett Murkgreed is handsome like the devil.” April said breathlessly. “I could never understand what he ever saw in that crone of a wife of his.”
“Even better then, babe.” Olivia laughed. “Show him what he’s been missing, and don’t forget to get most of it on camera… we’re really going to rub it in those bitches’ sordid faces.”
April put the phone back into her coat pocket and set off briskly down the street, her heart beating faster with each step she took. Dr. Murkgreed’s office was just a few minutes away and it was mid-morning, so he should be just about reaching there himself. She made up her mind, steeled her nerves and set her resolve. She had to admit that Garrett Murkgreed did make her heart go bumpity-bump whenever she had the opportunity to be near him while babysitting, so it wouldn’t be something she’d ever regret doing.
***
The cold wind picked up, spraying more of the light rain into her hair and face. April welcomed the refreshing feeling. It filled her with a sense of purpose. She needed to have a clear mind and her wits about her with what she was about to do. She stuck her chin out firmly, her soft lips curled in a tight smile. Dr. Murkgreed’s office with within her sights and there he was already, just stepping out of his parked car. It was now or never.
“Oh, my god… help!” April cried out as she slipped on the wet grass and fell. “Ow, it hurts.”
“Good heavens!” She heard him cry out and in a flash he was beside her.
“Oh, thank you, sir.” She said as his strong hands grasped hers and he lifted her up. “I just slipped on the wet…”
“Are you hurt?” He asked, looking at her with his intense blue eyes. “Where does it hurt?”
“Oh, no… I’ll be fine.” She smiled sheepishly. “I’m okay… I... ow!”
“Yeah, right.” He said, slipping his arm around her and helping her towards his office. “You’ve hurt yourself from that bad fall, Miss. I’d better take a look at you inside.”
“Oh, that won’t be…” April pretended to protest.
“I am a doctor, young lady.” He said sternly, as he led her inside. “And I know what I am doing.”
“Oh, okay.” She bit her lip, her large eyes a bit misty. “Say, you’re Dr. Murkgreed, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.” He looked at her as she sat down on his examination table. “How did you… ah, yes, I recognize you now… you’re the young lady who’s been babysitting my kids.”
“Yes, I am… I’m so sorry this…” She blushed.
“Hush, girl.” He grinned. “Let me see now… where does it hurt?”
He touched her arm, making her shiver. His gaze was intense and it made her a bit uncomfortable, but she was determined to go the distance with this. He pressed his fingers over certain nerve points on her neck, lower belly and behind her knees. She giggled, enjoying the feeling of his fingers as they pushed into her soft skin.
“Seems to be all okay.” He said, scratching his chin. “…and no sign of any external injuries.”
“It hurts a bit here.” She pointed to her thigh, close to her crotch.
He looked at where she pointed for a few moments, his brow furrowed as if in deep thought. Then he placed his
hand over the spot and kneaded her tender flesh. She giggled again as it tickled her. He looked at her face, smiling.
“It may be just a muscle sprain; a little rub down will take care of it.” Murkgreed nodded. “You should be more careful out in the rain, Miss Summers.”
“Yes, I know.” She said shyly. “I was in a hurry to get home.”
“Say, I haven’t seen you much around the house, did you quit babysitting or maybe I was just too busy.” He helped her sit up.
“I was there a few times last week, and then Mrs. Murkgreed cancelled a few days on me.” She made a sad puppy dog face.
