Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  She looked down expecting her belly to be bulging as if pregnant and was surprised to see there was almost no sign externally of the vast trunk that it felt like he had pushed into her.

  He leaned forward and kissed her. His cum on her lips, and her cum on his mingled in their mouths, a salty sea marsh flavour with the sent of sex and bodies on it. It was an earthy taste that made Anna think of animals rutting in the fields or the madmen in Bedlam who were reduced from civilisation to a more primitive and Edenic state.

  Between her legs he began with long, slow strokes to pull out of her and then thrust into her. Every time he did so it felt almost like another orgasm, she tried to buck against him, to make his strokes harder, faster but she was totally limp, her legs still shook without control and she could only lie there an let him take her exactly as he pleased.

  ‘Faster,’ she begged him. ‘Harder.’ But he simply continued to kiss her deeply and slide in and out slowly but firmly, pushing himself right into her with each stroke so he felt the bone of his hip grind hard against her own.

  ‘Please, please, please,’ she begged over and over.

  When she could barely take it any longer he began to speed up. The effect was instantaneous. Afterwards she could barely describe or remember the rush of sensations.

  All thought vanished as a continuous wave of orgasms powered into her turning her body and mind to jelly. She felt as if she was melting into the physical sensations which emanated out from within her and seemed to break the physical boundaries of her body.

  When the pleasure eventually died away, simmering down to a warm comforting glow, and vision slowly returned to her she found herself pinned beneath Quentin’s muscular form, his huge cock now much smaller and shrinking still, sliding out of her along with another rush of juices, his and hers, which pooled in the damp patch beneath her legs and back.

  But he was warm and close, and with panting exhausted breath he placed a dozen tiny kisses in quick succession on her face and neck.

  His strong hands lifted her and undid her bonds, unlaced her corset and gently set her back on the bed where he crawled up behind her and spooned her gently. His armed held her close and she didn’t mind the wet, stickiness of their sexed and sweaty bodies.

  She imagined the man who might marry her through the matchmakers, could he ever be as perfect as this one.

  She slipped into sleep.

  When she awoke she found on the nightstand several bank notes and further instruction for ‘our next glorious meeting, Anna.’

  As she dressed herself in the grey woollen dress Quention had bought her, she couldn’t help but think of the thrills of the upcoming, delightful sessions in Quentin’s presence.

  Really, she thought. What a fool are those Arabian women who marry a man, when they could be a part of his harem instead.

  Chapter Five

  The next day she awoke at home in the cramped bedroom she shared with her sisters. Washed in the shallow basin of cold water which already showed the grubby colour of previous washings.

  She dressed slowly, dodging questions about her new dress, the list of tasks made a crinkling sound in her pocket where the bank notes – nearly three month’s wages – was secreted. Just rubbing the paper between her fingers, the little parchment with the instructions for her next sexual game made her wet, she longed for the privacy to use her own fingers on herself the way Quentin had.

  ‘Have a good day at work,’ her father called out to her as she left.

  ‘I will, Father,’ she replied.

  And, for once, she meant it.

  Story 12

  “There are no more mysteries left to be discovered, Doctor Severus.” The director of the department of Ancient Archeological Studies exhaled deeply. “It’s 1931. Every possible discovery has been made… every site has been excavated several times over.”

  “Yes, Doctor Somersby, every possible discover, except this one.” Agatha Kirstin Severus jabbed a slender finger at the map on the director’s table.

  “The Lachlan Clan of the Northern Highlands?” Somersby looked at her with wide eyed incredulity. “That’s just something someone made up… to send good people of our profession on wild goose chases all over the world.”

  “They said that about King Tut.” Agatha stuck to her guns. “And now that’s the biggest thing in our field of study.”

  “Yes, so it is.” The fat man had to agree to that. “But this is different. No one’s ever found anything about the Lachlans of the Northern Highlands.”

  “All the more reason, director.” Agatha smiled at the man. “That I get a fully funded excursion into the region.”

  “When I say no one’s ever found anything, Agatha, I mean no one has ever returned from there to let us know what they found, if they ever did find anything at all.”

  “That certainly adds to the mystery, doesn’t it, Mortimer.” She tapped on the map again. “Imagine how lucrative it will be for our Ancient Archeological Studies department if we could be the first to find out all about this ancient clan of highlanders that supposedly shaped the cornerstones of what would become the western world.”

  “Only insane people would consider the risks.” Mortimer Somersby shook his head and sat down on his chair. “And they don’t come any more insane that you, Agatha Severus.”

  “What have you got to lose, Mortimer?” She laughed at him.

  “Apart from a few thousands to fund this insanity…” He looked at her with aggravation in his dark grey eyes. “I suppose I’ll also be rid of you.”

  “There, you see, it’s a win-win situation for you.” Agatha stood up and stepped behind her chair. “If nothing happens, I disappear for good and if we find what we think we can, we’re going to be the most famous discovers of this century.”

  “I’d much rather be running this university as it should be run.” Somersby told her with a sour look. “And what am I to tell the board of trustees about the money and of your long absence again from the teaching staff.”

  “Oh, Morty… I’m sure you will come up with something appropriate, you always do.”

  “When are you proposing to leave on this wild goose chase, if I may?”

  “As soon as you get the excursion funded.” Her lips stretched in a wide smile.

  “Then never.” He snorted and looked at the scattered papers on his large desk.

  “Come on, Mortimer.” She slapped her hand down on the back of her chair.

  “Here’s what we do.” He said as he looked at her once more. “I arrange for a short visit for you alone, with some local guide there to show you around. If and when you find something worth looking into, I’ll have a full scale operation dispatched to assist you there.”

  “Hm, well I suppose that’s better than nothing, Mister Director.”

  “It’s more than what you should be getting, Doctor Severus, after the last fiasco you pulled on the university.”

  “I’ll make up for it all this time, Mortimer… more than what it cost us last year.”

  “You better hope so, my dear.” Somersby waved her away. “Or it is best that you remain as missing as the other lunatics who went looking for the lost Clan of the Lachlans.”

  Well, at least she got something out of old miserly Somersby. Ever since she had read about the mysterious Lachlan Clan of the northern highlands, Agatha Severus had been obsessed with finding out about the ancient legend. In all of her twenty five years, she had never been so taken by anything like she was by this strange and elusive segment in the history of the western world. The Lachlans were said to have been a very vast and powerful clan of people that roamed the highlands of northern Europe about three to five thousand years ago. Almost as long a time as the Pharaohs and Great Kings of ancient Africa. It was said that the northern clans had great powers, manifested by their clan leaders and druids. It was all so exciting for her. Agatha had made up her mind that she would be the first to discover and spread to the world about the wonders of the Clan of the Lac
hlans.

  Two days later, Agatha walked down the hallways of the university with air tickets to take her to her most desired destination and her head swimming with plans of how to go about this. The flight took almost half a day, and soon she found herself coming in for a landing into the vast and remote location far up in the verdant valleys and snow capped mountains of the wild northern European countryside.

  Her contact, a local deputy sheriff by the name of Nina Stefansson, was waiting for her at the airport. The woman was older than her. Very florid and pale, with whitish blonde hair and ghostly grey eyes. She was shorter than Agatha, and had a very athletic body under the thick sweater and pants that she wore.

  “Welcome to the land of the Lachlans, Doctor Severus.” The woman greeted her in a very musical European accent. “I am Nina. I will be escorting you to your accommodation; and you will meet the guide tomorrow. He will take into the forbidden lands of the ancient clans.”

  “Good evening, Nina. So good of you to do this.” Agatha shook the lawwoman’s gloved hand. “And why are these lands forbidden.”

  “It is said to be cursed.” Nina smiled at her. “Ancient folklore, most believe to be concocted to keep people away… to protect the natural beauty of this land.”

  “Ah yes, a very noble thing to do.” She admitted. “But it should not deter those who want to make discoveries that can help change the world.”

  “To each their own, doctor.” Nina shrugged. “For some if us, it is a means to pay our bills.”

  “Yes, so it is.” Agatha nodded. “And call me Agatha.”

  The local woman nodded and took her to the parking lot. It was a small affair, with only three cars parked there. The deputy walked past the cars and then rode out on a small scooter from behind one of them. “Hop on.” She said with a grin and revved the accelerator.

  Their ride was short and uneventful, passing through the quaint streets of the little town surrounded by lush valleys and hills. The little cottage rented for her was cozy and warm. After a comforting dinner of hot beef and carrot stew with rice pudding prepared by the rosy face housekeeper, Agatha settled down for the night. Her dreams were very colorful that night, with visions of the great men and women of the Lachlan Clan legends filling them. She woke up refreshed and raring to go, to wherever the sites of her discovery awaited her.

  She didn’t have to wait long, deputy Stefansson was already waiting for her outside. After about an hour’s ride through the verdant countryside, Agatha found herself in an open field where several large stones were arranged in a circular pattern. It all reminder her of the famous Stone Henge and several other henges that were occasionally in the news, but this site was quite different from those, in pattern and size.

  “What is this called?” She asked the other woman.

  “This is one of the Lachlans’ warding structures…” The deputy said with some reverence, “to keep their lands safe from harm.”

  “How old is it?” She asked, peering around at the semi-ruined structures.

  “Five thousand years, give or take a hundred.”

  “Look, there, next to that valley.” Agatha pointed at the nearby foothills. “Is that a man walking towards us?”

  “Yes, that’s Harland; he’s your guide.” Nina nodded and waved at the man. “He also sells trinkets and souvenirs to tourists and folks coming in every now and then.”

  Agatha looked at the man for a while as he made his way toward them. He was tall and very broad shouldered. His face was rugged and deeply tanned, and his hair was long and very white. He could be anywhere between sixty and seventy years of age, but he walked very straight and had a brisk and sturdy gait.

  “Good morning, Nina.” This Harland called out with a hand raised in greeting. “And to you as well, my lady.”

  “Hey, Harl.” Nina nodded at him. “This is Doctor Agatha Severus from across the Atlantic; she’s here to know more about the Clan Lachlan. Take her to all the discovered sites, I’ll be back by evening.”

  With that Nina hopped onto her little scooter and waved Agatha goodbye. She watched the other woman ride off and then turned toward her tall guide.

  “Doctor Severus.” The man bowed slightly. “Ah, the Clan Lachlan… everything about them is lost in the mists of legend.”

  “And that’s what I’m here to discover, Mister Harland.” Agatha told the older man. “Pleased to meet you.”

  “That’s wonderful, Doctor Severus.” Harland grinned and held out something wrapped in a dark cloth. “And please, it’s just Harland. Or Harl. Some call me Harry.”

  “If you call me Agatha then.” She smiled at the man. “But I’m afraid; I don’t think I’ll be interested in buying any souvenirs today.”

  “I have none to sell you.” He grinned wide and she could see two very sharp canine teeth that looked like fangs. “This is a gift that I offer you.”

  “That’s mighty kind of you, Harl.” She told him. “But I don’t think I can accept that. I hardly know you.”

  “Ah, a pity.” He shook his large head and laughed. “This is what you have come here seeking, a piece of history from the Clan Lachlan.”

  Agatha felt a shiver run all through her. She couldn’t understand why this strange old man was so appealing to her all of a sudden. He may have been handsome once, but now he looked more than sixty, and was probably older than her grandfather.

  “Ah, Agatha, your silence tells me you seek to know more.” His dark eyes held an alluring charm that eased her fear a little.

  “Um, well, yes, now that you’ve got my attention…” She shrugged. “I guess it would be rude to not want to know more… so then what is that gift you have for me?”

  “More than just a gift, Doctor.” His voice sounded reverential as he peeled away the cloth wrapping. “This is a great artifact of the Clan Lachlan that fascinates you so much. It is a symbol of great power and virility.”

  “Uh, yeah.” She blushed as he held out the odd shaped thing resembling an erect penis. “It does remind one of… something powerful.”

  “It is the last symbol of life of my Clan… and I am the last one.” He said with a deep sigh.

  “Say what now.” Agatha stiffened, hoping that she misheard. “You can’t be serious.”

  “I am, dear lady.” He looked up at the overcast sky. “I have been cursed to remain alive when all of my people are no more.”

  Agatha wanted to run screaming back the way she had come, hoping she might yet catch up to Nina and her puttering little scooter. But when she looked at Harland again, she felt her heart break at the sad look on his face and the way his broad shoulders drooped. He gave the impression of a very lonely man for sure; and she hoped maybe he just wanted her company for a while and made up his cockamamie story just for that. It wouldn’t harm anyone to lessen the old man’s loneliness for little while.

  “But, Harland, how can that be? The Lachlan Clans have been said to have lived thousands of years ago.” Agatha smiled at him and touched his shoulder gingerly.

  “There is much in the world that’s offers no reasoning, my dear.” He nodded sagely. “Such things are best accepted with a little faith.”

  “Um, I suppose…” Agatha looked at him with a patronizing smile. “But sometimes it is better to have some reasoning to understand things.”

  “And that is why you are here, my dear.” The old man smiled back at her and nodded. “Come, I will take you where you will find everything that you are seeking.”

  “Where are we going?” She felt a strange shiver of excitement rush over her.

  “To the hallowed stones of legend, just over yonder hill.” Harland pointed at a high snow capped peak about a mile away from where they stood.

  “Wow! I can’t believe it…” Agatha felt bumps rising all over her body. “I’m finally going to unravel the mysteries of the Lachlans.”

  “Come!” Harland held out his hand to her. “I will carry you up through the trail. The way is hard and dangerous, and no place f
or a lady to be running around in.”

  “But I can’t just…” Agatha looked at the old man in astonishment as a sudden mist began to form all around them, bathing the verdant meadow with a supernatural glow.

  “You must.” Harland’s voice echoed inside her head and she suddenly felt weightless. The ground fell away and moved rapidly under her. Agatha realized with a thumping heart that she was cradled in the old man’s powerful arms. She felt the resolute power of his iron hard chest as she pressed against him. She was left breathless by his sudden move and held on to the old man’s neck for dear as he seemed to be running like the wind over the rocky grassland.

  After a while he slowed down and they entered into a place surrounded by small radiantly sunlit hills. Large slabs of stones stood erect on the lush grassy ground in a fashion that appeared ritualistic. Agatha’s heart kept beating hard against her chest. She couldn’t see another soul around them and felt frightened and thrilled all at the same time.