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

  He stared down at Viola’s tight pants, so bunched up in the crotch area, and with just a dab of moisture—as if the woman was getting wet in class, just from hearing him talk.

  “Uh…assuming your opponent’s style. Excuse me. I need a moment.”

  He dismissed the rest of the class and grabbed Viola, taking her forcefully over to the side. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m just following orders, master.”

  “The game is over. No more.”

  “No more games. I’m just working out with the rest of the class. I can’t help it if your dirty mind is easily distracted.” She smiled and then walked back to join the class.

  Images of the woman’s amazing smackable ass invaded his mind. Try though he might to avoid thinking fleshly thoughts, Viola’s body was amazing. Not only dark black skin and a tight pair of cheeks but just the right smell, just the right internal temperature. He put his fingers in his mouth, in deep contemplation, and no doubt remembering the fine quality of her cunt pie.

  He shook the dirty thoughts away. But just as he strengthened his resolve and returned to class there she was, stretching and bending over, giving him a better look of her pussy, ass and even her taint in between, as she stretched so far she showed the master everything.

  He sighed softly, as he peered down to see an inconvenient erection developing in his pants. Evil energy was pumped through his body settling in his throbbing erection, which only grew stronger. Finally, he snapped and grabbed Viola by the arm again, taking her past the side stage and beyond the dressing room to his office.

  He slammed the door behind them and pushed her down, bent over on his desk. He smacked her buttcheeks with a huge blow, giving her reason to cry out in ecstasy and agony. He put his mouth to her cheeks and kissed them through the hot pink spandex. He bit her ass and chomped loving the scent and taste of Viola’s most forbidden body parts.

  Othlo kept her pinned down to the desk with his firm hand and used the other one to grab a chunk of the spandex and pull. He tore the material open and ripped it down the middle exposing Viola’s scintillating ass. He lusted after her fine derriere so badly he just took his face to her buttcheeks and rubbed his lips on them.

  He tore the pants further and then ripped them off her body completely, leaving her naked pussy and bush showing. Just his presence seemed to make her wet, as if her subconscious had already been fed commands on when to get wet.

  “You want to pressure me, slave? Try to tell me what to do?”

  He smacked her ass cheek hard again, leaving her in groaning anticipation.

  “Yes, master.”

  “You want me to fuck your pussy?”

  “Yes!”

  “No. You don’t tell me what to do. I decide punishments for you.”

  “Please…punish me.”

  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard 11 inch cock, making her do a double take. She clenched her pussy lips together, readying for a tight squeeze.

  But she was assuming too much. Instead of penetrating her wetness, he reached into her pussy walls and grabbed some natural lube. Then he stuck his lubed fingers into her anus prepping her for entry.

  “Ohh! Master!”

  “Shhh. Relax. I’m here with you. It will feel good. I promise.”

  “Uh huh…please…please…fill me up…” she said in a throaty voice, still feeling hot from his anal probe.

  He forced her back down to the desk again and raised her butt high into the air. Her anus was petite, dark black and all spread out for him. The good slave spread her cheeks apart giving her master sensei a good view of everything she had that was his for the taking. Even before he slid his massive cock inside she felt his imminence coming. He was so thick and so long and veiny she groaned just thinking about how he would feel. He finally penetrated her delicate hole and took his time.

  He carefully inserted his long cockhead into her wet anus. He took it slow at first, instructing her to bear down and prepare to take him deep.

  She did as she was told and concentrated on the feeling, flexing her pelvic and anal sphincter muscles letting him come inside deeper.

  “OHhhh God!” she moaned, writhing on the desk and squirming her ass back and forth. Her hungry lover had already pushed more inches of cock into her asshole and was so deep it would be difficult to pull out quickly.

  She controlled her breathing and began rhythmically pushing in and out from her anus and vagina, feeling those orgasmic waves come in.

  “Ohhh fuck!” she said, finally feeling the pangs of orgasm coming over her, as he pussy began spasming because of indirect anal stimulation. “Ohhhh God, your cock is so deep…”

  “What does that do?”

  “MMMmm!” she hummed loudly, pounding the desk hard with her fists. “Mmmmm! Makes me so wet for you. So wet…”

  She felt her pussy drenching again, all the while feeling his cock buried deep inside her warm butthole.

  “What else?” he said, grabbing her by the hair.

  “Awwhhhh!” she said, reaching over and throwing items off the desk in a frenzy. “Master…makes me…cum!”

  “Take it deeper.”

  “Ohhhh shit!” she cried out, holding the edge of the desk and sending her ass higher, giving him even more space to penetrate. “Ohh fuck my ass master!”

  “Good slave. Good.”

  “Ohhhh! Oh God you’re so deep. Fuck my hole!”

  He increased the pace of his insertions and withdraws, fucking her faster and putting her lube to good use, by slipping inside her wet asshole and anal fucking her to nirvana.

  “Yes! Yes! Ohhh Gawd I’m gonna cum!”

  He shoved his cock in even deeper and reached the inner limits, sending her into a screaming fit and a full body shake. He literally felt her ass cum, judging by the deep inner quiver that bounced so powerfully both her pussy and ass felt the tremor. She drooled out of her mouth onto the desk and kept her mouth wide open in surrender, shaking in place as his manhood invaded her sacred orifice. He was buried so deep in her butthole she knew even if she pushed him out, he would take a long fucking journey just to pull himself out.

  She came hard at the idea, jiggling her fleshy black ass for his amusement—that is until he spanked her cheeks hard, treating them like drums, as he continued fucking and pounding her every sensitive spot.

  “Ohhh…Ohhhh that felt so good…” she said in a state of dizziness.

  Othlo slowly pulled out of her ass, always mindful not to hurt her or be too harsh. His sexual quirk was dominance and his manner was stern to say the least. But he believed in safety and pleasure. Sex was the one discipline where regimen wasn’t the most important thing. Pleasure was the point, not just transcendence.

  “Am I your little black slut?” she asked with a tired and giddy smile.

  But somehow the question upset him.

  Othlo was just that way. Strong as an ox, ruthless as a warrior but when it came time for character evaluation he had the shins of a little girl. Sensitive. Easily upset. Deep down that was the master’s darkest secret of all…he wanted to be admired, not feared. He hated the idea of insulting people or making them feel low. It was contrary to everything he taught.

  And that’s when he realized he had to call it quits.

  V

  Othlo called Viola into his office, serious as can be.

  “Uh oh,” she teased. Is this another spank-butt fucking session? I better get my stretchy pants out, dude. Er, master.”

  “No. At ease, my friend.”

  “Friend?”

  “The truth is, I have something important to say. Something hurtful.”

  “What?” she said with folded arms.

  “I’m ashamed at the way things have been happening between us.”

  “Oh?”

  “It’s not becoming of a gentleman like myself. Or the level of master I have achieved. I should be above that level. I cannot be with you.”

  “What?!”

  “Y
ou know it is true.”

  “How dare you!” Viola finally said, losing all role playing desire and melting away into her icy true nature. “What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? Superior to me?”

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “Yeah, but I know what you meant. You think disciplining a black girl is beneath you? That you deserve something special and better than what you’re getting? Screw all that. You know what? I’m done with all this here. This is the creepiest and most unprofessional cracker ass dojo I’ve ever fucking seen.”

  “Wait…”

  Othlo watched in heartache as Viola stormed out of the office, still fuming and muttering to herself. He thought it over and seemed confused. Then finally, a revelation occurred to him.

  He ran outside to catch Viola before she left the parking lot. She entered her car from a distance and caught Othlo’s attention who quickly ran over to meet her.

  “Hey!” he said, putting his hands on the car window and demanding she speak to him.

  He was alarmed to see tears rolling down her face.

  “Why…why Viola?”

  “You know why.”

  Othlo made a regretful face. “You know why this must end. I am the one who should be apologizing to you. I succumbed to my darkest temptations. I felt lust towards you. And I treated you like a slave. It was wrong. It was my failure.”

  “What are you babbling on about?”

  “When you used that word ‘slut’ I found it very offensive. But sometimes the reason we hate something so intently is because we fear something deep within our own dark desires. I was guilty of degrading you. Treating you like a slave and not a student. For this I apologize, Viola.”

  “What?” She laughed in disbelief. “That’s what you think this is about? Role playing?” She shook her head and laughed. “No. Othlo, I’ve role played master and slave for most of my adult life. That shit doesn’t bother me at all. I just don’t see why you have to have a thing against black women, that’s all.”

  “Black woman?” He shook his head in objection. “What are you talking about?”

  “You said…above that level. I figured you meant because you weren’t attracted to black girls.”

  “Of course I love black women. I always have. I’ve only ever seriously dated black women.”

  She raised her brow and laughed. “Really? So you do…find me…attractive?”

  “Yes. Too much of a good thing. I can’t concentrate when I am in your presence. The way you stretch… you talk… the way your body presses next to mine. I cannot separate my fleshly desires from my strong discipline as a teacher. This is why I must back away. A master is not supposed to train a slave, but another master.”

  “Whoah…me? I make you feel that helpless? Wow…” Viola blushed. “It feels good to be desired. To be seen as a woman, and just a sexy, desirable being. That’s why I liked the role play, Othlo. I wanted to feel submissive and ladylike. Not just another ball busting sista from the hood packing heat. Know what I mean?”

  “And that is the problem, Viola-san. When I date a woman I want her to be strong. All the women I’ve loved have been women of great power and ambition. This is what I admire. What turns me on emotionally and intellectually. When I train my student, I train her to be strong, courageous and immovable. I don’t want to train you to ask permission to speak. I want you to conquer the world. To take what I know and improve upon it. That is what I owe you as a mentor, a trainer.”

  “I see,” she said blankly. “So here I thought you just dissed black girls and there you thought I was being an anti-feminist.” She laughed. “Well not to sound too black or something but ain’t that some shit.”

  “I really do like you, Viola. As a student, you have great potential. As a woman you are strong and determined. And as a lover, you feed my darkest obsessions. You satiate the demons inside me. You give me the entire world. But three heads cannot direct one body. It is a conflict of interest.”

  “Hmmm,” Viola said. “Well how about a compromise, my master—strictly speaking of your mastership as a black belt fighter.” She laughed. “You fire me as a student. Maybe you send me a referral to Kerrigan or whatever his name is. But then… you take me on as a woman. A submissive black geisha ready to do your bidding. And then…maybe when we go out in public you can treat me like a princess and spoil me just a little bit.”

  “Hmm,” Othlo said with a calm smile. “I like your idea, my friend. Why would any woman choose one man when she can have three?”

  Othlo and Viola kissed—a happy little make up kiss that put everything into perspective. Othlo was a stubborn and old fashioned thinker for sure. But maybe Viola would be the best thing that happened to him. She could teach him a thing or two about expanding his desires as teacher, lover and boyfriend and becoming a “master” level in each one.

  THE END

  Knocked Up by a White Dragon

  Chapter one

  “I just want to go on record to say that this is a very bad idea, April. I know that you can handle yourself and that doing this is exactly something that you would do. I can’t do this with you, although it’s pretty obvious the reason why.” My best friend Eric was a paraplegic. It happened on one of our adventures. I thought that he would forever hate me for it, but he never did make me feel guilty about any of it. I was wearing a pair of cargo pants with necessary pockets to have literally everything at my fingertips. “April, you heard what the guide said. He expressly made it quite clear that you should stay on the given path.”

  “Eric, you know me better than that. Why would I want to go on the same trail that everybody else has gone on hundreds and hundreds of times? There is no adventure like that. You know how I crave the unexpected and unpredictable. You’re exactly like me and even in that wheelchair; you can’t tell me that you’re not itching to crawl on your hands and knees to do exactly what I’m doing.” My caramel skin had always made him quite the horn dog. We had consummated our relationship one night after a few ill advised shots of whiskey that went right to my over active sex drive. We never regretted that moment. We soon realized that we were better off as friends and it wasn’t 6 months after that that he had his accident.

  “You know that I would be there in a heartbeat to support you, but I don’t want to see anything happen to you. It’s not every day that I have a female bad ass black woman that knows how to take care of herself. I would hate to think that I would have to walk down those dark alleys alone.” He was making fun of me and the fact that I had taken classes in martial arts. I liked kicking ass and I had no problem turning the tables on my instructor. “I just wish that sometimes you would think things through before you act on them. Then again, that wouldn’t be who you are. I wouldn’t want to change you, so if this is something that you need to do, then by no means you have my blessing. It’s not like you need it. You’re going to do what you want to do regardless of what anybody else says. I could stop you and have you detained by the police. I have that medicinal medicine on me and I could easily stuff some in your bag and have you taken into custody.” I knew that he would never do something like that, especially with someone that he called a friend.

  “Eric, you worry too much. I’ve been taking these insane risks, since I was a teenager. I know that I’ve given my parents some sleepless nights and there’s no doubt in my mind that those gray hairs are a direct result of my adventurous spirit. I am not content if I’m not pushing the envelope and I think we both know that. I will admit that you getting injured made me rethink how I’m living my life. I realized that I’m doing exactly what I want and who could ask for anything more. If I’m meant to have an accident or die doing what I love, then I will die with a happy smile on my face.” I was the ballsy African American woman that had no problem showing the world how tough I really was.

  I had mastered classes in Tai Bo, Judo and not to mention rock climbing. I’ve even tried my hand at extreme sports like snowboarding and skiing. I wasn’t comfortable sitti
ng still and it was probably the reason why I was alone. Old boyfriends would try to get me to settle down, but I just couldn’t stop living. Maybe I was taking a page out of Eric’s book and letting him live vicariously through me, because that was the only way that he could do any of the things that I was doing these days.

  I could sense that he was staring at my chest and those D cups were nicely snug inside my oversized denim shirt. It didn’t negate the fact that he had already seen them and it had given him the right, as an ex lover to envision them over and over again.

  “I may worry too much, but you don’t worry enough.” He was talking to my chest and I felt kind of a giddy thrill out of knowing that he enjoyed the view from where he was sitting in his wheelchair.

  “I would chastise you for looking at my breasts, but I know that you can’t help yourself. I’ll be back in a few days and I’ll have plenty of pictures to prove to you just how dangerous I can be. I wish that you could come with me, Eric, but I understand that you have limitations. I was glad to have you on the last trek, even though you had a hard time walking with those things.” He had these electronic gizmos that attached to his legs and gave him impulse control. He was still trying to get used to it and I heard him cursing from his bedroom down the hall almost every night.

  I knew that there was no way that I could help him and if I tried, he would feel like he was worthless and weak in my eyes. “I will get used to them and the next time you go on one of these, so called adventures, I’m going to be right there to make sure that you don’t do anything stupid. I just want you to remember that you have a lot to live for. There is a man out there for you and if it’s not me, then you’ll find him one way or the other.”

  “Eric, you know that I have no problem attracting the opposite sex. Look at me. I’m 30 years old, have the body of a 20 year old, I weigh no more than 130 pounds of muscle and I stand over the competition by at least a few inches. I like being 5’9 and it makes me feel like I’m this Amazonian princess that deserves nothing but the best.” He took my hand and made me look at him in the eye.