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

  “Well, I’m new to the jungle way of life,” she said jumping into the jeans and then quickly stuffing on the shirt.

  “You get used to it. Behold.”

  Malleus smiled and dropped his pants, exposing not only his divine muscles but also his large cock, still only half-erect, along with a thin trail of pubic hair.

  “Oh!” Abigail said, hiding her eyes.

  “See? No big deal. In the wild, there’s no shame in being in your natural state. No one to judge you or control you. Just surviving. Just living. And just enjoying the fucking thrill that is life.”

  “Uh huh…” she said, still covering her eyes and trying not to look.

  Malleus laughed her shyness away. “Hey look at me.”

  “What?”

  “Look at me. Not down there,” he said with a grin. “Look at my face.”

  She looked into her eyes and felt a thrill. His eyes were sizzling and strong, his smile so intensely communicative. He literally felt like a human animal, an evolved specimen that didn’t need anybody and answered to no one.

  “What?”

  “Rule number one, whether you’re living in the city or the wild. Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are. Whatever happened, it turned you into the animal you are now. The strong and ferocious beast you must be to survive whatever comes today. Leave all the past behind you. You’re better than that.”

  She smiled, a bit bashfully. It might have been a more tender moment had his large dick not been flopping around. Malleus was indeed unlike any other man she had ever met. He seemed literally wild, a man oblivious to social norms.

  “I’ll be in the cave if you need me,” he said, walking back inside.

  Abigail looked around the cave, unsure of what to do or where to go. She was freshly washed, restless and clueless as to where to go next. All she really felt was an attraction to her new survivalist best friend. A monster of a man who, as it turned out, really had a gentler side to him. She hesitated, looking back and forth, and doing exactly what he suggested—expunging the past from her mind. Embracing the jungle of today.

  And all she really felt at that moment, was a strong desire to talk to Malleus again. He made her feel safe. Comfortable. Free and unashamed. She walked into the cave until she found him, resting against a stone wall. She caught him off guard and so he stood up quickly…until she realized she didn’t have anything bratty or needy to say. She just stared at him, admiring his body and letting herself feel every new sensation.

  “Abigail,” he said walking closer, still nude and emanating calm energy with every deep but silent breath he took.

  “Mm, hello.”

  “Why did you come in here?”

  “I dunno.”

  “Come here,” he said strongly, extending his hand and inviting her closer.

  She hesitated for a moment until his eyes enthralled her, calling her closer to his manly frame. She walked slowly towards him, shyly at first, step by step until she waited in front of his face.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said, stroking her face with his big hands. He reached over and kissed her, as tenderly as her first boyfriend, but with a stronger, dominant power in his caress. His lips were thick and hungry. He didn’t kiss romantically but intensely, as if his entire being, all of his desire, were in his burning lips. He let go of her kiss and put his hands through her hair.

  As if sensing her almost-virginal longing, he told her what he wanted and what she wanted to hear. “Kiss my body. Taste me.” He guided her head to his chest, welcoming her face into his body, kissing a trail down from his middle chest to his firm stomach. She kissed lower, below his belly and his hips, still a little nervous to touch his most intimidating appendage.

  “Touch it with your hands. Feel my cock get big in your hands.”

  “Huhhh…” she sighed gripping his ten-inch dick with both hands, barely squeezing the shaft with one and gently touching his tight cockhead with the other.

  “Take these off,” he said, reaching down and pulling the t-shirt arms above her head. He raised it over her hands and then through it to the ground below. He caressed her voluptuous bare breasts and then rubbed his hands across her shoulder and down to her belly.

  He guided her up to a standing position and pushed her against the wall, pinning her hands roughly to the stone. He kissed her breasts fervently, suckling each morsel of flesh and tasting her delicious skin. He sucked her nipples hard, leaving each one stiffened as he popped it out of his mouth. He grabbed her breasts firmly and lowered himself, squeezing her ribs and then caressing her curves down to her hips. He tore at her jeans, eager to taste her intimacy. She loved the feeling of roughhousing the loops, cramming the button through the hole and unzipping her with a fury.

  “You were right…it was no sense putting them on…” she said, biting her finger and giggling. But her smile quickly turned into an open-mouthed groan, as he placed his soft lips right on his pubic hair kissing her tender spot right above her mound.

  “Ohhhh…” she said, buckling from the intensity, and grabbing onto his hair.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded, while taking both her fingers and palms into his much stronger hands. She moaned in agony as she spread her legs apart, letting him devour her pussy, licking a hot trail up her lips, into her wetness and then firing up to her clit.

  “Ohhhh! M-M-”

  “Sshhhh…” he said, licking her clit and holding her firmly against the wall with his hands.

  “Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” she cried, biting her bottom lip as her pussy began rocking back and forth, riding his face with each thrust, but only giving him a straight line of tender nerve endings from her swelling clit down to her streaming pussy. “Huhhh…gonna…make me…”

  He suddenly let go of her hands and stood up. She looked at his face full of burning desire, then looked down to his fully erect cock just aching to strike. He lifted her leg into the air, leaning her against the wall as he penetrated her wet snatch, shoving himself deeper inch by inch.

  “Ohh!” she cried grabbing the protruding stones above her, holding onto to dear life as his cock pummeled her weakness, firing more inches into her slippery hole until he was fully immersed in her juice.

  “Ohhh God that’s deep!” she cried, feeling his balls tickle her perineum. He pulled himself out slowly and then stuffed his cock back in, building a slow and steady rhythm that took Abigail’s breath away.

  “Ughhnn!” she said, panting and writhing all over the wall, hearing only their grunts echoing through the cave. She deeply inhaled as she pulled his face closer to hers, smelling his musk as she hugged his neck. She groaned aloud again, feeling their sweat mesh together as his hard chest vibrated against her breasts. Every muscle was flexed as he powered himself deeper, then out then deeper again, plugging in her aching hole.

  She started cumming as soon as she felt his cock spasming. “Ohh God!” she screamed, grinding his cock as intensely as he thrust it until she felt his head starting to leak precum. She waited to hear his long grunt and then quickly pulled his dick out of her at the last second, letting fire his cum into her neatly arranged strip of pubic hair. But the sight of Malleus losing himself and firing his seed on her body was enough to finish her orgasm. She inhaled deeply and grabbed her already tremoring pussy lips, her fingers positioned just right to bring about a clitoral orgasm. She shook back and forth, loving the feeling of breathing hot breaths all over Malleus’ face and feeling her breaths returned to her. His breathing was always deeper, always stronger and a bit more ferocious. He was downright beastly when he fucked, but it was everything she wanted from a wild and untamed lover.

  The two collapsed to the floor, sucking in air and recovering from the shot of love hormones, dripping from their pores. Malleus fell first, welcoming Abigail into his body as a pillow, leaving her red-flushed face drooling all over his firm pectorals.

  “Ohhh…ohhh…” she cried, calming herself and kissing his chest in excitement.

  “I’m glad you
took care of things,” he huffed. “You should know something about me,” he said with a wheezy smile. “I have no control over my desires.”

  “I figured,” she said with a cool smirk.

  “But I couldn’t help myself. You were beautiful. Sexy. And my God, when I saw you nearly naked I just about died. I haven’t seen anyone like you in a long time.”

  “I’ll bet not,” she said finding his eyes. “Malleus…you know what my mother once told me?”

  “What?” he gasped.

  “There was a time when I think she still kept her sanity. Just after my father started whipping us on the face and on the chest. For just a little while, there was a time when mom felt bad about it. A little window of time right before he destroyed her conscience with his evil. She used to tell me of magical she-bears.”

  “Oh?”

  “She-bears that roamed the mountains, just outside the forest. They only came around once in a while. To save people. To rescue people who were in need. She always said an angel would summon them, just when there was no hope left.”

  “…That’s stupid,” Malleus said, looking away and brooding.

  “I believed it. And I believe it now.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I know what you are.”

  “What I am? I’m just a man. Crazy, yes. A monster, no.”

  “No,” she said with a frown. “It was you. The first time. When that wolf was going to kill me. You saved me. I know it was you. I know it was you because it made no damned sense otherwise. The bear I saw was more than just a bear. It was a werebear. You gave yourself away, Malleus.”

  She shook her head, trying to rub his side and calm down his ire. “I didn’t want to believe it. Until you held me in your arms. I knew that I felt the same gentle touch from that gentle giant who rescued me.”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Malleus said, shoving her arms and head off his body and sitting up.

  “Why are you ashamed? You told me not to be ashamed of what you are.”

  “Because, I’m not a goddamned monster.”

  “Are you in denial or do you literally forget every morning after what it is you do?”

  “We’re through having this conversation.”

  “Tell me who your parents were.”

  “I never had any parents.”

  “Bullshit. Were they just like you?”

  “Abigail!” he roared, every bit as ferocious as his alternate spirit. “You want to see how gentle I can be? Keep harping on this…” He looked at her in warning and stormed out of the cave, his human nakedness so blatant, so unashamed. And yet in complete denial of his true nature.

  *

  Chapter 3

  Abigail woke up later that night, just as the moon came out. It was only a half moon and so presumably, he wouldn’t turn again. It all made sense now. Not just the bear’s peculiar actions but also her whole life’s story so far. Nature itself was communicating with her. It was a peaceful night when she finally decided that she had enough, that it was time to leave for good. Nature welcomed her into the gentle caress of a calm day. And the bear, the she-bear of deliverance just like mom said all those years ago, before she lost her mind. Her spirit, her real spirit, was still somewhere in the universe, sending a guiding light.

  The only thing she couldn’t figure out was Malleus’ violent objection to the truth. Why was he afraid, why would a monster of a beast and such a massive and attractive man be afraid of anything?

  She sat outside, watching the moon shine forth and light the night sky. Within minutes, Malleus lightly treaded out near the ledge, keeping a comfortable distance away, but letting her know that he was returning to respectable conversation.

  “Didn’t expect to see you again, wild man.”

  “You’re not going to survive on your own,” he growled in response. “You’ll be dead in a few days if not for me. Besides, two of us…it’s easier to catch food.”

  “We’re like a pack?”

  “Whatever…”

  Another long, quiet moment took place and Malleus huffed and inhaled, a few times before finally blurting out the truth he was afraid to speak. “I have no parents. I remember things though. I remember this man…this monster…taking me to the woodshed every night. He made me help me. Kill women. He made me watch. I was too young for that.”

  Malleus stared into the night sky, the only place serene enough to look for answers. “Whoever my mother was…I probably only knew her for about thirty seconds. Then he killed her. Devoured her remains. Made me watch, because I was supposed to be like him.”

  Abigail nodded slowly, not daring to speak another word. The journey felt complete. Every last detail made sense now, as if this very day had been ordained—this connection between two lost souls who had now found each other.

  “I decided that whatever home he offered me…it just wasn’t enough. Whoever we were supposed to be, it wasn’t good enough. And one day I just decided that I was a monster. But I was a lone monster. And one that didn’t need to live like he lived. I sure as hell wasn’t going to be dependent on the likes of him.”

  “But it’s in the past,” she finally said coming over closer and stroking his hair, down to his jaw. “Be proud of who you are. The animal you are, that has allowed you to survive.”

  “Listen, Abigail,” he said softly. “You have to leave me. When it happens. When I turn. I can’t promise that you’ll be safe.”

  “And what, just come back when you’re done with all your werebear PMSing?”

  “You know what I mean,” he said sternly.

  “I know what I saw, Malleus. I know what I felt. You saved me even as a monster. You knew I wasn’t a threat. In fact…”

  “What?”

  “Uhh…nothing. Let’s just say, I don’t think you meant to hurt me at all.”

  “I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt an innocent person. What I’m afraid of most is turning into him.”

  “Then don’t trust yourself. Trust me.”

  “I can’t do that,” Malleus commanded. “You don’t understand the risk. I don’t know how to control my own power. I wish that I could retain consciousness when I turn, but I don’t seem to be able to. So this is how it has to be. If you want my protection, you have to leave whenever there’s a full moon. In fact, leave days in advance. I don’t want to smell you or hear you. I can’t risk anything happening to you. Now do we have a deal or not?”

  Abigail looked into his pleading eyes and smiled softly. “I guess I have no choice. Since you know, I need you to survive and everything.”

  “Right. I’m serious, Abigail. Don’t toy with fate. There will be consequences.”

  She nodded, every bit as serious as he would demand she be. This somewhat ridiculous conversation notwithstanding, she knew what she had to do to win his favor and to seek ultimate protection from a man who truly transcended nature.

  *

  Chapter 4

  Dancing with a monster was no easy feat. She certainly learned the futility of trying to reason with one, living all those years with her psychotic stepfather. When she felt the volatile but still peaceable presence of the werebear, she understood something profound about the creature. He was capable of humanistic emotion, even if he was not entirely human. He protected her from danger and even delivered her body to a safe place for hiding. As soon as she realized that the monster was not planning on killing her, she had to wonder if he was truly motivated by compassion or if it was something else.

  So she decided to wait and see breaking human Malleus’ commandment, and stalking his monster after it turned. The next full moon three days later, to which Abigail claimed she was leaving. Malleus entered his cave, confident that his way would work, and planned to coop himself up for hours as he turned. Abigail was set to stay behind and head towards the far ends of the forest, where he would eventually find her. Slowly, quietly, she entered the cave making sure that Malleus the monstrous
human was gone, and that the human-like monster was still in control.

  She spotted the monster walking around the cave and sniffing out the environment, perhaps ready to hunt for the night. She was wearing the same clothing she wore when she first met him; jeans and a t-shirt, now dried from two days in the sun.

  The beast drew his head back and growled, discerning whether or not this truly was the one he remembered. He not only eyed her but also sniffed her, using his keen sense of smell to detect any negative energy that might be lingering, revealing this to be a trap.

  She stood patient as the bear sniffed around, alleviating all suspicions. He gritted his teeth and opened his chompers, showing Abigail as if to prove a point. Then, the bear stood up on its hind legs and stood tall, eight feet high and upright like a man. He pounded his chest, giving an ape-like, human-like call, but with its head tilted in a full roar. It paced around the cave, walking circles around the perfectly still Abigail. The monster roared loudly and even shoved Abigail a few times with his hand, albeit not with its full body force. Then, as Abigal opened his eyes to face her worst fear she saw something most peculiar and most intriguing.

  The werebear’s penis. His monstrous penis stood well over a foot in length and was twice as girthy as Malleus’ human penis. His cock was almost full erect and slightly curved.

  The werebear roared as Abigail smiled in surrender. It was a bit naughty of her to betray Malleus—but she had a feeling deep down that the bear creature simply wanted a mate, and that’s why she was spared. Giving the beast what it wanted, in fact, what Malleus’ own rage and stormy brain center wanted, was the only way to placate both beings. It was also the only way to guarantee her safety around both monsters, the human and the werebear.

  The monster raised its arms in virility and then lifted Abigail into the air, tearing her jeans from her body with one hand and finding her vagina. He also ripped her shirt off in one swift slice, exposing her breasts. The monster seemed wise enough to know that necking and petting would be impossible with the size differential. So he went straight for her unguarded womanhood, sitting her pussy on top of his literally monstrous cock, pounding his huge pole into her like he was making handiwork. Abigail groaned in excitement, her mouth crying out in agony and ecstasy as his thick veiny cock filled every sliver and crevice of her elastic walls, still taxing her and making her groan with every added inch.