The Surrogates: The 5 Book Paranormal Pregnancy Romance Box Set

by Angela Foxxe

  Valemon’s face fell momentarily at her metaphor, but he quickly recovered. He pulled his black silk shirt over his head, revealing his massive muscular torso, which was covered by silver hair.

  Rachel smiled, sipping her drink. “Oooh, you’re a fuzzy one,” she said, as the alcohol kicked in, making her feel bolder than usual.

  Valemon grinned. “Better to keep you warm in the long Norwegian nights.” He bent down and removed his black, silk lounge pants. He stood back up and kicked them off to the corner, as Rachel’s eyes widened and she gasped in fear.

  He was huge in all aspects. This mountain of a man wasn’t just a hair short of seven feet tall; his manhood was intimidating as well. Rachel guessed that it was at least thirteen inches long and good five or six inches around. She had no idea how it would fit in her, so she took another gulp of her drink and tried to relax.

  Valemon stepped in the hot tub behind Rachel, causing it to splash a bit into the overflow drain. “You’re now even more nervous aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear as he moved her long blonde tresses away from her neck.

  Rachel nodded mutely, sitting rigidly in the hot tub, regretting ever thinking about going at it in the natural way.

  “I’ll be as gentle as I can, I promise,” he rumbled softly in her ear as he bent down to kiss her neck and shoulders.

  As she felt his soft lips on her flesh, the icy grip of fear began to relinquish its hold on her to be taken over by the hot surge of lust. She groaned as she felt his sharp teeth nibble at her sensitive earlobe while his massive hands travelled up her firm abdomen to caress her virgin breasts. Valemon took the sensitive, pink nubs between his thumb and forefinger and gave them a gentle twist, causing Rachel to moan as desire cascaded through her body.

  She felt her womanhood begin to swell and throb, as Valemon caressed her tender flesh with his hands and mouth. She felt his insistent erection prodding the small of her back but she ignored it for the time being. Out of sight, out of mind, she thought. She wanted to enjoy it before having that massive tool shoved inside her.

  “Turn around,” he whispered. “I want to see your face.” She did as she was asked and looked into Valemon’s bright blue eyes with fear. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him tenderly. “Shh...We can stop if you wish. I don’t want to do anything to harm you in any way.”

  Rachel trembled a little as she looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but concern for her. She felt his manhood soften slightly as the thought of harming her in any way crossed his mind. She swallowed hard and finished her drink. “You know, I want this. I need this,” she said to him as she kissed him fiercely. “I’ve just never done this before and I don’t know what to really expect.”

  “Trust me, then,” he rumbled in her ear.

  Rachel dove in for a passionate kiss, her tongue surging into Valemon’s hot mouth as he wrapped his arms around her. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and he felt her mound grinding up against his renewed erection.

  “Shh, no, definitely not that yet. Patience,” he whispered.

  Rachel mewled a little bit with lust as she was thwarted from diving in while she had the courage. “Why?” she asked.

  “Well, for starters, you’re probably not ready. You’re all hot and bothered, but your body definitely isn’t ready for me. Let’s get out of this tub and let me take the lead.”

  Rachel nodded mutely as the throbbing between her legs became more intense. Valemon drew her in for a quick kiss before they both stood up and exited the tub.

  He reached for a luxurious bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, he grabbed another and wrapped it around Rachel’s muscular torso and lifted her up in his powerful arms. He carried her to the large bed and lay her down. He spread out next to her and took her hand. “I’m serious, if you need to stop, I’ll listen.”

  She reached for his silver head and drew him close. “I...want...this,” she repeated firmly, before kissing him again.

  Rachel felt his hand tug away her towel to reveal her breasts once again. He broke the kiss and began to move his head down her body, planting gentle kisses as he went.

  Rachel was mewling with passion as shocks of pleasure coursed through her at each end every contact of his soft, velvet lips. Rachel cried out as Valemon took one of her turgid nipples deep into his mouth and sucked on it. Dampness seeped from between Rachel’s muscular thighs as Valemon licked and sucked the sensitive nub of flesh on her heaving chest.

  His silver head moved to the other mound while one of his hands caressed the unoccupied nub. Rachel bucked her hips as Valemon caressed and sucked on her perky tits. The alcohol combined with the outright lust she was experiencing for the first time, made her lose control of her senses. She did not care about anything except the growing need between her thighs.

  She felt his hand move from her breast down her firm stomach and to the damp, blonde fuzz nestled between her legs. He gently caressed the outside of her sensitive mound, causing her to grind her hips in response and clutch the red duvet. Her eyes flew open as she felt one of Valemon’s thick fingers gently probe between her outer lips into the flooded valley within.

  Rachel panted as she felt his sensitive, thick finger stroke her soft folds gently while his mouth kept working on her sensitive breasts. Valemon scooped up a droplet of moisture that seeped from her virgin opening and rubbed it gently on the sensitive nub of flesh above.

  Rachel nearly leapt off the bed; the sensation was that intense as her clitoris was stroked by someone else for the first time. She had masturbated in the past, but it was nothing at all like what she was experiencing at that very moment. Valemon moved his head up towards Rachel’s and bent in for another kiss as his finger gently moved around her sopping wet folds. He knew not to touch the sensitive nub with his fingers again, judging by her reaction. So he kissed her softly, caressed her sensitive neck and earlobe with his lips and teeth, and made his way further down her body.

  Valemon’s silver head gave each breast a quick suckle before moving further down Rachel’s highly aroused body. He nuzzled the fuzz that adorned her womanhood and gently spread the outer lips, revealing the deep pink folds within.

  He breathed in deeply, inhaling the spicy sent of her womanhood, relishing it, for who knows when he would be down here again. His tongue darted out for a quick taste. Rachel’s eyes widened as she felt the soft touch of his broad tongue on her most intimate of places. She moaned and bucked her hips as Valemon dipped his tongue into her moist folds.

  He moved it up one side, and down the other. Deftly avoiding her highly sensitive clitoris for the time being. He eagerly lapped up her honey as he nuzzled her womanhood.

  Rachel reached for his long silver hair as he feasted on her. She pulled him closer to her as her first climax approached. He sensed her readiness and moved the tip of his tongue gently over her erect nub of flesh.

  Rachel cried out as her orgasm took over. With the touch of Valemon’s broad tongue on her pearl, a thunderous orgasm washed over her. Her hands, tangled in Valemon’s sliver mane, pulled hard as her crisis surged through her body.

  Valemon winced a little in pain as Rachel pulled on his hair, but he didn’t mind. He was met with a sweet surge of juices from her untapped well. He lapped it up excitedly. His manhood was beginning to ache with release, but he knew he couldn’t attempt to enter Rachel’s virginal body yet. She might have cum but, she wasn’t loosened up.

  He kept his face down in the juncture of Rachel’s legs as she relaxed from her climax. “Wow...” she panted. “That was...”

  “Shhh...We’re not done yet, sweet,” Valemon murmured. “Now I’m going to lick you some more and put one of my fingers inside, just to ease you into it.”

  Rachel nodded, wide-eyed, grateful for the communication.

  “Now, if you still have your hymen, I might tear it. My fingers aren’t exactly the smallest...are you okay with that?”

  Rachel groaned and pulled his head into her sopping womanhood
to quiet him. She was grateful he was so kind and solicitous of her needs and not wanting to hurt her, but right now, she just wanted to be fucked, it was finally time.

  She gasped as she felt one of Valemon’s large fingers work its way inside her tight canal, but her anxiety was quelled as she felt his expert tongue on her nub once again, licking it softly. She gasped in pain and surprise as she felt his large finger slowly fill her tight canal, tearing at what little hymen she had left. It felt absolutely massive inside as it worked its way deeper and deeper. He slowly moved his finger inside her virgin body, all the while relaxing her with his tongue. He wiggled his large digit around inside of her and found the soft, spongy g spot.

  He pushed up on it while sucking hard on Rachel’s firm clitoris. She arched up and clawed at the duvet. “S-stop...I have to pee...” she yelled out.

  “No...you don’t, just relax, and let it happen,” Valemon responded, and then he put his skilled mouth back to work to bring her to her second crescendo of the night.

  Valemon kept pushing gently on her g spot while suckling on her eager nub. Her cries of lust filled the room as her second climax surged closer and closer.

  Suddenly, he felt her muscles clamp down on his finger as she yelled out his name. A gush of wetness covered his face and hand as she was overcome by her second orgasm. He worked his finger around some more inside her spasming tunnel and judged her ready for his massive manhood. He rose up from her womanhood and moved over her body.

  “Are you ready?” he asked. “I just want to make sure.”

  Rachel looked at him with lust in her bright blue eyes. “If you don’t fuck me now the deal is off,” she said impulsively.

  Valemon grinned and settled himself between her legs. His giant manhood was dripping with precum. He didn’t know if he would be able to hold back any longer, to be honest. Her eagerness aroused him to new heights. Enthusiasm was always the most important thing he looked for in a partner.

  He placed the thick tip at the entrance of Rachel’s soaking wet womanhood. “I’ll try to go slow so I don’t...”

  Rachel wrapped her powerful legs around his thick waist and drew him in with one motion. Her eyes widened as pain temporarily seared through her as Valemon’s gigantic manhood found purchase in her tight pussy.

  Valemon groaned as he was forced into Rachel’s tight womanhood. It was so tight that it felt like a rubber band wrapped around him. His foreskin was painfully pulled back, but it didn’t matter, the intense pleasure of being buried in her agonizingly tight heat was worth every bit of it. He felt her muscles relax around him as he began to thrust softly. He was taken aback by how deep she was. He could almost fit his entire length deep within her eager folds, and that made the experience even more intense for him.

  Rachel moaned as she felt his massive girth fill her up. When he began to move, she felt herself being rocked to the core. Every gentle thrust the giant man performed brought her closer to her third climax. It was the most intense feeling she had ever experienced in her life. She opened her eyes and saw Valemon bent over her, his silver hair streaming down and gently caressing her. He was standing on the floor while she lay on the bed so their faces would be at somewhat equal height. She reached up with one of her hands and gently stroked his bearded cheek as they moved together as one.

  Valemon bent down to kiss Rachel as he moved a little faster. He felt his climax building deep within his body. He growled as his own passion overtook him, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her now, and he began thrusting faster and harder inside Rachel’s newly opened passage.

  She cried out as her third climax grew closer with each hard thrust. She felt her muscles clench around the thick, powerful organ that had filled her body for the first time and she yelled out as the strongest orgasm of her life hit her.

  Valemon felt her muscles spasm around him as her climax rolled over her and that sent him over the edge. With a low, rumbling growl, he pushed his huge member deep inside of Rachel and emptied his seed deep within her fertile womb.

  He stayed nestled within her while he softened. He caressed her face gently as she kissed him with gratitude.

  “That...was...awesome. I’m glad I waited, and I’m glad it was you,” she panted, with sincerity shining from her blue eyes.

  Valemon was overcome with emotion for the woman. He knew he couldn’t get too attached to her, so he pushed it deep down for now. “You’re welcome,” he said before kissing her gently on the cheek. “Now you get some sleep; we might have to do this a couple more times this week, just to make sure.”

  Rachel smiled. “I wouldn’t object to that,” she replied. “Seriously, that was something, and I wouldn’t mind repeating it.”

  Valemon gave her a quick kiss and rose from the bed. “I need to get going now; I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I’ll see you at breakfast?”

  Rachel nodded with sadness in her eyes. She had hoped Valemon would want to stay the night, possibly cuddle, but she understood. This was a business arrangement only.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The next morning, Rachel bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. She crumpled to her knees and forcibly vacated the contents of her stomach into the white porcelain toilet bowl. She had no idea what was going on. If she got pregnant last night, she wouldn’t be feeling sick already. Heck, she shouldn’t even know yet. Must have been something she ate, she thought.

  She got up, rinsed her mouth out in the sink, and hopped in the shower stall. She relaxed as the hot water ran down her toned body and into the drain. She was slightly sore from last night’s fun with Valemon. Her hips had a slight ache and her lower back had a dull throb. She might have to sit in the hot tub later if it didn’t let up.

  She finished her shower, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Valemon was nowhere to be found. Hans brought her a light breakfast with toast and blueberry jam accompanied by a sliced apple. He smiled knowingly at her as he began to leave.

  “Um, where’s Valemon?” Rachel asked the butler.

  “Oh, he’s stepped out for a bit. Don’t worry, miss, he’ll be back soon. He left me instructions to tend to you in any way you ask,” Hans replied.

  Rachel felt a bit disappointed. “Oh, well I guess I’m stuck here for a while.”

  Hans smiled patronizingly and ducked out of the dining room. She really didn’t care for that guy. There was something off about him and she wanted to find out why.

  She ate her breakfast in peace, the toast helped quell the nausea that suddenly hit her this morning. It must have been a passing thing, she thought. She wasn’t too terribly worried. She finished her food and rose from the table, leaving the dishes for Hans to clean up.

  She quietly sneaked up to her bedroom to see if she could catch the housekeeping staff as they tidied her suite. She heard some female voices speaking in Norwegian as she slowly cracked open the door.

  She noticed two blonde maids laying the duvet back on her bed and a pile of crumpled sheets on the floor, the one showing had a smear of red on it. Rachel blushed furiously knowing what it was. She silently glided in. “Hey, ladies,” she greeted them.

  The two maids stopped and blushed. “Hello, miss, we weren’t expecting you back so soon,” the younger one replied.

  “Its okay, Valemon wasn’t around so I had no one to talk to while I ate. Hans isn’t much company.”

  The two women tittered nervously, looking at one another knowingly. “Ja, he is strange.”

  “How long has he been here?” Rachel probed.

  “As long as we can remember. Just like our families, his family worked here when we were children. Their parents served before them. Hans’ family though, wasn’t brought here willingly at first. They were held as prisoners for a very long time. Valemon’s family had to quell a rebellion a few centuries ago. In order to maintain the peace, they took in the firstborn son of the Duke that owned the area. Hans is the result of that agreement.” The maid looked around, fearing she had said to
o much.

  “Anyway, old hatreds never really die in this place. Be careful.” With that, the two young ladies scooped up the soiled linens and hustled out of the room.

  Rachel stared after them for a minute before turning and walking towards the desk. She really wanted to get to the bottom of why exactly Hans was making her so uncomfortable. She booted up her laptop and opened up her browser. She typed in the address for the Norwegian historical society and started her search there.

  She saw no record of any war the Bjornson’s participated in. Even during World War II, they remained stoically neutral in both the faces of Nazi Germany and the Norwegian Freedom Fighters, as both tried to wheedle their way into the wealthy family’s good graces. Even the Nazis were afraid of treading wrong around the Bjornson’s, so whatever battle had gone on that brought Hans’ ancestors into the Bjornson’s service must have been formidable indeed. If it was so brutal, why was it hidden?

  Rachel spent most of her day looking for any kind of reference to whatever had happened so long ago. She only got up to use the bathroom, and grab the serving tray that Hans had left for her at the door when she told him she was feeling too tired to go to the dining hall to eat, especially if Valemon wasn’t back from his trip yet. Since he hadn’t returned, she decided to eat in her chamber, continuing her fruitless search for the name of Hans’ ancestors.

  The next webpage she stumbled across was in Norwegian, but a dialect she had never seen before. Not even the translate function in her browser could translate the strange text. There were scanned black and white photos of old rune stones which were massive monuments that were left by the Vikings of yore to document their history. One had a stylized bear standing over the form of a wolf carved on the top, at least that’s what it looked like to her untrained eye with many runes scratched into the pitted surface of the granite pillar.

  As she was pulling up another tab to translate the grainy images there was a polite knock at her door. She quickly closed the browser window and powered down her laptop. “Come in,” she announced, hoping her nervousness didn’t come through in her voice.