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

by Fiona Knightingale

  She unhooked her bra as she sat above her kissing her neck and holding her body close.

  She leaned back and gasped as she desperately clung to her breasts, kissing each side, letting her skin quench his thirst. He grabbed her hands and held her tight, letting her feel his power. She sighed in heat, loving the way he flexed his arms—the way she could feel his strong muscles take control. He unbuttoned her pants and helped her slide them off, revealing a matching pink pair of panties. He rested her hands on her lap and caressed her pelvis, kissing her lips once again.

  Kerrigan pulled down her panties exposing a thin line of pubic hair and then her shy lips. He kissed her thighs and her underbelly area, just short of her clips.

  She reached down and stopped him.

  “No. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Just…pull out before.”

  “Don’t worry. I can control myself.”

  “Of course, Master.”

  He laughed, admiring the title. He took off his pants and underwear and sat up on his knees, handing her his big ten inch cock. She caressed his member around the head and frenulum until it grew in her hand. She sighed at the erotic feeling, admiring his girth.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Mmmm I’m shy,” she whispered.

  “All the more reason to say it. Say it out loud.”

  He reached over and kissed her cheek then kissed her jaw and down further to her neck, each kiss intoxicating her and making her breathe deliberately, slightly out of breath…

  “I want you…f-fuck me…”

  “Say it like you mean it.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “That’s right.”

  He crawled atop of her and grunted in heat as she spread her legs, welcoming him closer.

  “Aaahhh,” he repeated, this time surlier, as he felt her wet pussy envelope his dick, tightening the grip and inviting him deeper.

  “Mmmmm…yeah come on in.”

  “Oh God,” he said, surprised at how dizzingly hot her pussy felt. He had been with hot women before but never a black princess. She really was a new level of hot and sweet, as he shuddered quietly, feeling his length go inside. “Yeah…”

  “Mmmm put it in deeper. Deeper. You like that?” she said, spreading her legs wider and giving him more shifting room.

  “Oh God…be quiet…you’re making me…”

  He almost lost it. Her pussy was so sweet and warm he was having trouble staying hard. There was something animalistic, primal, about his attraction to her. Every touch he gave her, every thrust he made her take it felt so wrong. Forbidden. Dirty and filthy. But somehow completely right. He shifted harder and kept a rhythm going as he withdrew his cock and then planted it in deeper.

  “Awww!” she cried out, shoving her pelvis upward to meet him and give even more friction. “Ohh God!”

  “You take that cock.”

  “Yes, master! Mmmm put it in me deep.”

  “Ungh!” he growled, losing himself in the heat of the moment and getting overwhelmed at how wet her pussy was as it kept sliding back in and out with ease.

  His shaft hardened and spasmed. He held back his excitement, careful not to give too much or lose control. That wasn’t becoming of a master. He had to withdraw and bring her this close to orgasm…but not all the way. Maybe he could withdraw just as she was hot and boiling and then lick her clit until she came. That was the plan.

  “Aaahhh!” Kerrigan cried, almost as intensely as if in class and dispensing kickass blows. This woman was his fantasy and too hot to handle. Her pussy was vibrating with pleasure like he had never felt before. Her creaminess was calling him back and each time he thrust it in deeper, the harder it was to pull out. “Let’s change positions…”

  “No. Keep going. Keep fucking me! Ohhh Ker—Oh!”

  “Let’s just change…”

  She couldn’t even hear him protesting. She was into the moment and her voice was increasing, even as her body writhed beneath him, matching his own thrusting rhythm. “Fuck! Keep fucking me!”

  “I just…need to…”

  He sighed and tried to inhale deeply to gain back control. But smelling her wet intimacy was almost too much. Then she started groaning hard and fast, her orgasm building and sounding like music to his ears. She was on the brink of orgasm. He needed to pull out.

  But damned if she would let him. She let him thrust in deeper and grabbed him tight, wanting to feel every thrust.

  “Ohhh I gotta get out! Gotta-OH FUCK!”

  Kerrigan began spasming and opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to pull out.

  “Ohhhh shit! I’m cumming too!” she said, watching him as he squirmed out of position and leaned back, pushing her away.

  “Ohhh fuck!”

  Kerrigan held tight as long as he could and managed to pull his leaky cock out of Georgina before he exploded. He shot a whole barrel of hot cum all over her belly, and then another hot load down to her patch of pubic hair. He groaned hot and hard as he held his cock in his hands, shooting out everything the big boy had inside of him. He collapsed on the bed and sighed deeply.

  Georgina also orgasmed, and loved the feeling of being basted in his juices. She giggled as he fell over to the side of the bed and breathed slowly, trying to regain the control he lost in an instant.

  But then she panicked. “Fuck. Fuck…”

  “What?”

  She eyed him in confusion. “Did you just come inside of me?”

  “What? No. I pulled out.”

  “Then why am I filled with your jizz? I can feel it dripping out.”

  “Oh. Well…”

  “Holy shit…”

  “You’re on the pill, aren’t you?”

  “No, honey. I told you we were trying to get pregnant.”

  She grabbed her forehead in frustration.

  “Uh oh. But…how could it be? I came outside.”

  “All it takes is one! Just one sperm, man!”

  “Shit…”

  She stared at him in anger then disbelief then almost a fit of sadness. “Did you just get me pregnant, Kerrigan?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “I just did. And look what happened.”

  “Ummm…well let’s hope that my sperm are weak,” Kerrigan said with a panicky smile.

  “You eat a lot of junk food?”

  “Never.”

  “Fuck. I’m going to have your baby.”

  “Jesus. You…you got to be kidding, right?”

  “Oh God…I already feel weird. I feel really weird. Did you just fucking cum in me, Kerrigan?!”

  Georgina’s mouth dropped and she shook her head. “What the fuck am I going to tell my husband?! My psycho drunken raging husband who already threatened to kill me?”

  Kerrigan shook his head in shame. And his master’s words came back to him.

  Be Careful.

  Goddammit, Kerrigan thought to himself. The sensei was always right.

  V

  Kerrigan was in a panic all day long and the fact that Georgina never called him or emailed him didn’t help. He couldn’t help but wonder what was happening—if she confessed or if he hurt her. The whole thing was a mistake and no damned wonder he was resisting sin the whole time—because all the dramatic bullshit to come wasn’t worth one night of passion.

  Oh God though, it was almost worth it, he said, sensing Georgina’s scent all over him.

  He stayed in his hotel and didn’t leave. He was scheduled to leave in twelve hours but decided to lay low. Maybe if Nicholas thought he had already left town he wouldn’t suspect him of being the culprit. The man who seduced his wife.

  Kerrigan shook his head, in awe of just what a huge mistake he made. Not the act of a hero, he said to himself. Maybe his intentions were noble…but fucking a married woman and probably getting her pregnant was the opposite of heroism.

  Still…so worth it.

  He smiled at the thought. She wa
s worth it. The sexiest woman he had ever been with.

  Just as he started to reminisce and miss her, as if a psychic bond had developed, she reached out to him again.

  She knocked on the door a second time and he answered quickly.

  “Still in town, huh?” she said, this time eyeing him in suspicion and a little bit of judgment. “Thought you would have ran like the wind.”

  “I’m not afraid,” he said firmly. “I’m sorry about the way things ended.”

  “Yeah me too,” she said, losing some of her bitterness. “I should have known better.”

  “Well…let’s think optimistically. Maybe the pregnancy didn’t take.”

  “Kerrigan, I puked this morning.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah. And I never puke.” She shook her head. “I shoulda just let you…”

  “I know. That’s what Nicholas always said. Eat a girl out and she never complains and a baby never whines.”

  “Holy shit, you didn’t just say that.”

  “Sorry. I get a bit awkward after I do something stupid.”

  “It’s my fault too. I was just so tired of Nicholas’ bullshit the thought of oral turned me off completely. I wanted to feel a man inside of me.”

  “I know. Well…now what? Do you want to get rid of it?”

  “No. I don’t know. I don’t know what to think.”

  “Hey,” Kerrigan said strongly, looking her in the eye. “Don’t be afraid. You know I will help you do whatever you think is right. I got you into this mess and I’ll help you get through it.”

  “Thank you,” she said with a genuine smile. “I just think…um…well how do I say this…”

  “What? Just say it.”

  “I think I was robbed of a good ending last time. You pulled out and I felt nothing even though apparently something happened.”

  “So…you mean…”

  “I want the ending I deserve,” she said with a smirk. “I can’t get re-pregnant, right?”

  “Well…sure,” he said with a clumsy smile. “I’m kind of relieved, actually….”

  “Oh why’s that?”

  She looked down at his bulging shorts and put her hand on his erection.

  “Because I was starting to get embarrassed at how turned I am to see you again.”

  She laughed. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And if Nicholas doesn’t appreciate you and treat you like the classy lady I know you are…then fuck him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

  She eyed him in adoration and waited not but five seconds before they tore into each other with lust. This time when they kissed they didn’t hesitate—they indulged in selfish desire, no excuses or apologies. Nothing to resist. They just wanted the embrace, the filth and the primal violence, they dangerous lust they both felt.

  Kerrigan ripped her shirt open right away, barely closing the door behind him. He mounted her against the wall and kissed her bulging breasts peering through the blue bra. She rolled down his shorts and caressed his growing cock in her hands.

  He grabbed her and lifted her to his lap, holding her strong by just his bulging arms. She held her legs firmly as he throttled her in the air, dry humping her and holding their skin to each other to feel the kinetic energy.

  He threw her on the bed and waited for her to squeeze out of those tight pants. Her chocolate legs so inviting, so succulent and teasing him.

  He spread her legs quickly, grabbing his thick dick by the head and ready to pound her right this time—eager to prove himself after an early KO in the last round.

  He inserted his cock deep, loving the wet caress of her pussy folds.

  “Ohhh God I love it when you go deep…” she said, spreading her legs and grabbing his back. She reached around grabbed his tight bubbly ass, pulling him in deeper.

  “Spread your legs. Wider.”

  “Yesss!” she groaned, doing as ordered and letting his deep sexy voice permeate her thoughts.

  He felt her wetness envelope his cock, which only made him thrust faster, eager to feel her slippery clutch. He wanted physical connection with her. It wasn’t just the desire to save. It was the desire to make love. To make energy. To make life.

  He felt himself go in and out of her wetness, this time with greater strength and self-control. He controlled his breathing and sensations, preventing himself from losing concentration. He thought of each thrust like clockwork, like the mechanical movement of a watch arm. He visualized remaining firm and hard, and tightened his pelvic muscles to withstand even greater pressure.

  Even when she squeezed his cock harder he still resisting the pull. He grinded his teeth just a bit, pushing away his over eagerness, and staying rock hard.

  He pounded her pussy hard and smooth, building an intense rhythm of entry and release, creating kinetic power between both of their bodies.

  They both moaned and grunted like animals, fucking hard and desperately, too enamored to wake from the trance. He went in long and watched himself come out, covered in her creaminess and warmth.

  Just as he kept his rhythm going strong she started to come closer to the breaking point. Minute after minute of feeling his long shaft fill her up starting taking its toll. She squealed in delight and her pussy squirmed like mad, matching his thrusts with her own jolts, shifts and plunges.

  Then she started to pant and lose all control. “Fuuuuck!” she screamed, clutching the blankets beneath her and gripping on for dear life. “Keep going!”

  She then started her mellifluous screaming; like high C notes in rapid succession, her orgasms sounded so beautiful. Her excited chants penetrated his commitment and he began losing himself a second time.

  Every time he tried to summon up the strength to resist her lovely voice tempted him, caressed him, daring him to break.

  “Ohhhh I’m cumming!” she screamed out, grabbing him close and forcing him deep—so deep he could never break free. This time she wanted her happy ending—the full spray of sperm he at first so gallantly attempted.

  “Cum in me!” she ordered, grabbing his ass and fingering his anus, trying anything to get him to cum and cum deep.

  He finally let go—and let himself squirt another fountain in her already soaking pussy, filling her up with his hot spunk.

  “Ohhh Georgina!” he gasped, cumming so hard he slammed his fists into the bed right beside her head, sending strong vibrations into the bed.

  She rocked up against his crotch, making her she got every last drop of impregnating baby making juice he had in him.

  “Ohhh God!” he panted, trying to catch his breath, still balls deep inside his African wildcat of a woman. “Ohh…well…if you weren’t pregnant before…”

  “Sure as fuck am now,” she said with a wicked laugh.

  “You were so good,” he sighed, rubbing his face against hers and taking in her natural, sweating scent.

  “What the fuck did you just do to me, Kerrigan? Give me a baby, hmm?”

  “I know. We’re crazy, right?”

  “Hey maybe Nicholas will be too drunk to notice that his baby’s much better looking than he is.”

  She cackled. “That does sound like him.”

  “But seriously…what are we going to do now?”

  She looked at him in a moment of fearful honesty.

  “Hey, what did I tell you? Never be afraid. I will be there for you. To help you through whatever you want to do.”

  She smiled wide and started to tear up. “Oh Kerrigan. Of course I want this baby. Why do you think I stayed with Nick so long? I have always wanted a baby. But…to worry day in and day out about a father who has so much hatred inside of him…I can’t say that my decision was completely rational or unselfish.”

  Kerrigan smiled in understanding.

  “But you…well…never mind.”

  “No, tell me. What?”

  “With you…in your arms, I feel strength. Kerrigan. Your name, your voice, your tende
r touch gives me strength. In a perfect world I would love to have a baby with you.”

  Kerrigan looked down and contemplated the thought.

  “But I know it’s not right of me to ask you to do that. We barely know each other. We accidentally brought a child into the world. I want to give you your freedom. I’m just so happy that you helped me through this dark chapter in my life.”

  “Are you leaving him?”

  “Yeah. I think it’s time.”

  “It is. And it hurts me to say that as his friend. But it is. But…”

  “What?”

  “All the same, Georgina. I would be honored to have this baby with you.”

  “What?” she said in surprise. “You don’t mean that…”

  “I do. To be completely honest, I’ve never really thought about it before. I never thought I would be the type to raise a child. To be a family man. Maybe it’s best that it happened unexpectedly. Because that’s when I thrust into survival mode. That’s how I win my fights. And yes, the idea of having a baby with you…your beauty and soul. It is what I want. I’ve been wandering through life aimlessly for a long time. I even remember my sensei telling me once, to find my passion wherever it may lie in wait. You are my passion. And now, unpredictably, but truly…you are what I want.”

  Georgina wept and kissed him.

  They embraced and laughed, giddy with excitement over their new test relationship—however, unorthodox, still very passionate.

  Kerrigan never bothered kicking Nicholas’ ass, though he was sure he could. The military are trained to kill but not to fight. He knew he could take him down quickly. But he really had nothing to prove. Nicholas admitted what he was, admitted that his marriage had failed, and basically admitted that he had no fight left in him.

  All he wanted was the delusion that he still was a damn good fighter. And Kerrigan let him have that, opting to not bother telling him face to face what happened.

  He knew what happened. Maybe he didn’t suspect it was Kerrigan or maybe he did. But Nicholas knew he drove Georgina away and that a better man would come to save her. He never bothered looking for her or asking Kerrigan if his suspicious were true. Because it was just over and there was no sense crying about it.

  Sometimes the best offense was no offense. Sometimes using an opponent’s anger against him is the best way to win. His master was wise indeed. But now it was time a new chapter in life for Kerrigan and Georgina—a life away from fighting. A life of only love.