by J. Leather
“Come on, baby.” She urged him. “Fuck me… make me cum again.”
“Hurrrmm,” He growled. “Aye, my sweet… you shall have pleasure this night.”
Helena gasped as he pulled the entire length of his shaft back till only the egg sized head was lodged in her pussy. She lifted her legs up and he placed her ankles on his shoulders. Leaning down he pushed his eleven inches back inside her slowly. With her legs stretched high, she could feel his hard cock go deeper inside her.
“Oh, baby! This is so freaking good.” She whimpered.
Holkan began pushing his cock in and out of her with more vigor, establishing a rhythm. She felt the thickness ebb and flow and moved her hips in tandem with his thrusts. His grunts sounded more animal like with every passing moment. Helena didn’t care as streaks of electricity coursed through her body, filling her mind with every color of the rainbow. Her stomach clenched and she felt her second orgasm erupt all over Holkan’s hardness.
“Holkan, oh…” She gasped as her whole body jerked and writhed under him. “Oh, I… I’m in heaven…”
“Hurrmm…. Grrnnhh.” His groans were becoming more feral and she could sense his body growing heavier.
Sudden fear gripped her. Was he going to transform into that animal thing she had seen earlier? Her mind screamed, but her body craved for his ravaging assault.
“Helllleeennarrrhh!” His voice now a guttural slur, Holkan rose up and grabbed her shoulders. Panic gripped her mind as he lifted her up and spun her around with his cock still embedded deep inside her.
She found herself on her hands and knees with Holkan fucking her from the back, like a dog. His hard fingers dug into her soft hips and she cringed. His face bore down behind her neck and she felt him nibble and slobber all over her neck. His passionate growls filled her with dread and at the same time she loved it.
Holkan’s cock seemed to grow even bigger, stretching her pussy wider than before. He clutched at her viciously, possessively, and ground his hips against her plush buttocks. His sharp teeth bit into her neck, drawing a trickle of blood. Helena stifled a scream, the pleasure inside her overwhelming the pain of his bite.
“He’s an animal,” she thought, “and I love it.”
She couldn’t have been more right and she felt him growing heaver, and hairier, as he weighed down on her. The pungent odor of wet fur filled her nostrils and she tried to look back at him. But his strong hand held her head down as he plundered her pussy.
“Oh, god,” Helena thought frantically. “This is so good… please, don’t let me get killed.”
“Rarrhh… rwarrww… heellrrnna.” Holkan growled, barely making any sense. “Arrhh… mmahhrr gffttt… ffrr yooo…”
His thrusts grew more frantic and she felt his hard fingers dig in deeper, hurting her. His hard cock expanded even more and a sudden hot surge exploded inside her as he released his seed. She felt his weight lift off her as he threw his head back and howled agonizingly into the still night.
She gasped at the shadow that fell beside her. There wasn’t much man there, more of wolf. His cock continued to unleashed hot spurts of his semen inside her and she felt the burn. It was somehow more pleasing that painful. She was being fucked by a werewolf, Helena realized, and even though it filled her heart with dread, her body reveled at the thrill of it all.
With a sudden jerk, Holkan pulled out of her and collapsed beside her, whining and groaning. Helena dared a quick glance and her heart stopped. Even in the dimness she could discern his unearthly form. A horrifying hybrid of man and beast lay besides her, its massive chest heaving, it’s huge maw gasping.
Her own body shivering from the shock of intense pleasure, she slowly rose up and placed her head upon his heaving chest. She could feel his racing heart. He moaned softly. He was well and truly spent. She smiled at him and glanced down between his hairy legs. His cock, softening slowly, was still large enough to send shivers down her spine.
“Oh, Holkan, is this your curse?” She whispered. “…and if at all I could have helped you in any way… I am thankful. This was the best sex I had… or maybe will ever have.”
Slowly she laid her head over his fury shoulder and let the blissful comfort of sleep drift over her.
~
“Helena Preston.”
Her eyes shot wide open and she looked up blearily at the young man seated beside her.
“Holkan, I almost gave up hope.” She cried out. “Oh, my god… it’s so good to see you again.”
“You traveled so far, and would I miss it after all these years?” He smiled, his handsome face, as radiant and fresh as she remembered. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”
“That was your gift to me, remember, the first time we met.” Helena gushed. “Immortality.”
“Indeed, and your gift was to free me from my curse.” He grinned boyishly. “Every ten years.”
“And that’s why we are here again tonight; to keep your curse from returning upon you.” She smiled knowingly.
“Yes, Helena…” Holkan’s eyes shone bright. “Come, tonight the moon is full and I sense a storm brewing. Come let us renew our union once more.”
Moonlight Cowboy
Cowboy Ghost Short Story of a Paranormal Kind
“Miss Selene Morgan?” The grey bearded face peering in through the window looked skeptical.
“Yes, that’s me.” Selene answered, lowering the glass window on her side of the car.
“You look younger than you sounded on the phone.” The old man in a rumpled suit said and opened the door for her.
“Why thank you, Mr. Prescott.” She gave him a dazzling smile and stepped out of the car gracefully. “I’m only twenty nine.”
“Well, you sure keep yourself prim and proper, Miss Morgan.” Prescott nodded in appreciation.
She looked quite attractive, in a knee length tan skirt and gray blouse. Her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and she wore large, oversized shades over her blue eyes. The three days a week workout routine she was on kept her body in good shape, almost as good as when she was nineteen.
“You should see me when I haven’t been driving for ten hours straight.” She replied with a wink.
“And you should have seen me forty years ago.” He nodded ruefully.
Selene smiled at the old man again. He could have been her father’s age, maybe older. He looked very tired and probably would be better off getting this over with.
“Well, Mr. Prescott, now that I’m here, let’s get this done.” She replied placing her hands on her hips.
“You got that, Missy.” He reached into his satchel and pulled out a file. “This here’s the deed and other relevant papers for the Morgan property. And you being the only Morgan we could find remotely related… the State figures you should inherit it.”
“Judging by the look of it, I’d say the State isn’t doing me any favors.” Selene almost snorted, looking around at the old decaying surroundings.
“Well, it sure has fallen in to disrepair and it wasn’t my charge to look after it.” Prescott shrugged his sagging shoulders. “I’m only the State appointed attorney. My job ends with finding you.”
“What if I don’t want it, Mister?” Selene pursed her lips. “Can I sell it to the State for a million dollars?”
“A million cents, maybe… maybe not.” Prescott coughed to muffle a snicker. “Not much left to these here parts after they dammed the river up north.”
“So what good is this to me?” Selene sighed deeply and waved her arms about.
“That’s your worry, Missy.” Prescott shook his head and smoothed out the paperwork on the hood of her car. “Now sign here, here and then here and after that you can burn it all down for all I care.”
“Hm, it says here the ranch is over three hundred years old.” Selena thumbed at the yellow printed document.
“Yeah, those were the days, if History’s to be believed, the Morgans were a name to reckon with.”
“Really?” Her blue e
yes went wide.
“So they say.” The old man shrugged again. “All this was prime ranch land once, with the best cattle that ever roamed. And it all belonged to the Morgans.”
“Wow, and look at it now…” Selene said dejectedly. “Nothing but a wasteland. And it’s all mine.”
“Here’s your set of keys to the ranch house and you’d better have a gun, there might be big rats in there.”
“Rats!” Selene almost shrieked. “Aren’t you going to go in with me?”
“Much as I’d love to, Darlin’,” He coughed again. “I’ve got to be in court in a couple of hours.”
“Well now, isn’t that just perfect?” The blonde threw up her hands in exasperation. “Isn’t there, like, anyone who’s been taking care of the place… for all these years.”
“Some say there’s a feller…” Prescott sounded vague. “Who looks after here, but I’ve never seen him, and I don’t know who pays him.”
“Is this guy some kind of squatter or something?” Selene looked at him in alarm. “I don’t want any trouble...”
“Nah, must be just rumors from folks drinking all day,” He grinned and walked towards his buggy.
“Squatters and drunks I could do without.” Selene shook her head.” Is there anything else I should know?”
“Sure, you now legally own these few acres of land.” Prescott called out from his car.
“More like dirt and sand. You think there’s oil under here?” She sounded hopeful for a second.
“You never know, maybe a couple hundred dinosaurs were buried under there for a few million years,” The old man chuckled. “They make good crude, so I’ve heard.”
“No need to be all sarcastic, and thanks for... well, all this.”
“No worries, Darlin’, see ya around.” Prescott waved and gunned the ignition.
“Yeah!” She turned around to face the old ranch house as the buggy drove away.
It looked like something out of a horror movie, looming high over her and had that ominous feel to is, as if something bad was waiting to happen. But Selene had a more rational mind than most, and she left that kind of stuff where they belonged, to the imagination. She took a deep breath; the only thought in her mind was how she would sell off this liability. She was certainly not going to spend any money restoring the place; maybe she could find some crazy collectors group that loved the novelty of these crumbling old buildings.
Selene looked at her watch. “Almost seven in the evening, might as well spend the night in there. Better than driving back the ten hour trip all night.”
She walked up to the fence and pushed the gate open. It made loud a creaking sound, rusted hinges protesting. The cobble stoned path was barely visible under the dirt scattered all over the front yard. She walked up the steps and carefully prodded the keyhole in the huge oak door with the key Prescott had given her.
It gave in with a long rusted moan as she twisted it all the way around. The musky damp air reminded her of the time when she would play in the attic of the old family house as a child. It was dark inside and she stabbed away the blackness with her flashlight.
“Well, looks just like as I would have imagined.” She sighed. “Dust, cobwebs and everything else all over. Guess I’ll be sleeping in the car tonight.”
She walked around the large hall for a few more minutes, her own footfalls echoing around the silence. The house had a second tier, but the stairway going up looked ready to collapse. She decided to pass and turned to head outside.
The moon was up by the time she locked the front door and walked down the steps. A cold chill had descended over the area and she hugged her arms around her as she walked over to her car. She felt a strange sensation of being watched. She shook her head and dismissed it as fatigue from her drive, and she was also hungry. The coffee and bagels in her car would have to do before she tucked herself in. Maybe the place would look better in the morning, she figured.
“Howdy, Miss!” A deep voice made her jump and drop the flashlight.
She felt a sudden chill run down her spine and slowly turned towards the sound of the voice. Her palms felt sweaty and she rubbed them on her skirt. Her eyes went wide at the sight of a large man silhouetted by the moonlight.
“Wh… wh… who are… you?” She managed to stutter as she faced the tall man in a large hat before her.
“It’s me, Cooper, Miss Morgan.” He said, with a lazy drawl and moved closer.
“No, stay back, I don’t know any Cooper…” Selene picked up the flashlight and waved it like a club. “And… and how did you know my name?”
“Miss Morgan, I sure hope you ain’t been drinking,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d reckon you didn’t recognize me with all this dust… I’ve been on the trail for a week.”
“This is crazy… did… did any of the guys at work put you up to this?” Selene took a step back. “But how would they know… I didn’t tell anyone. Did Prescott… oh, heck, what am I thinking?”
“You need to relax, Miss.” Cooper smiled and took off his hat and dusted it on his boot.
The bright moonlight illuminated his features and Selene’s eyes went wide. He looked as if he had stepped out of a John Wayne movie. He was tall; broad shouldered and was dressed like a Cowboy from the nineteenth century, plaid shirt, riding boots, loaded gun-belt and all. He was handsome, in a rugged, unkempt way. His long dark hair fell to his shoulders and his smile sent a flutter through her belly. Selene composed herself, unsure of this strange man she was standing before, alone in a very lonely place.
“Are you a squatter here, the one I was told about?” She ventured nervously. “Look, I don’t want any trouble.”
“You sure you’re okay, Miss Morgan.” He smiled again and cocked his head. “You didn’t sound like this when I left for the cattle run.”
“Wait, this isn’t funny anymore?” Selene felt her anger rise. “You either tell me who you are or get off my property. I’m going to give you three seconds before I call the police.”
“Selene, my love…” Cooper sounded puzzled. He stood for a while, ruffling his flowing dark locks.
Selene took a deep breath as she watched him. He was the most handsome man she had seen in a while. Oozing of manliness, the kind that’s hard to find these days. Like some hero out of an old movie or fantasy story, the kind that every girl dreams of meeting. She felt dizzy and staggered to the side. Must be the long drive, she thought. A good night’s rest would do her good.
“Are you unwell?” He asked her. She detected concern in his voice, as if he had known her long enough to care.
“Good lord, Cooper.” She cried out. “Who are you?”
In a flash he was by her side, and before she could stop him, his hand caressed her face, gently. She gasped at his touch. It sent a flurry of electric current through her body like she never felt before. Her head began to throb, everything seemed to spin and she could feel herself falling down.
“Miss Morgan… Selene!” Cooper whispered and his arms were cradling her as she swooned and fell.
He lifted her up in his arms as if she was made of feathers and brought her ashen face close to his. She looked groggily into his deep green eyes and felt herself getting lost in them. Her nostrils flared at the muskiness all over him and it drove a fierce passion into her heart. Selene didn’t quite understand what was coming over her, and why she would suddenly feel so enamored of this perfect stranger.
Her mind and her body were at odds, and her rationality was losing. She let her instincts take over and threw her arms around his neck. Her quivering lips opened to welcome his kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and sent shivers of ecstasy all over her body. The dense hardness of his broad chest and muscular arms filled her with a sense of desire to be taken by him, then and there in the open, under the moonlight. She couldn’t make any sense of it; it was as if she was under some kind of spell.
“Oh, Selene…” Cooper moaned. “For so long I have waited to have you in my ar
ms again…”
“Cooper… I don’t know you…” Selene caressed his face, feeling the week long stubble on his square jaw and strong chin, “But I want you, like I never wanted anyone before.”
Cooper kissed her again, with more passion. She tasted the whiskey in his breath and she loved it. Her nimble fingers caressed his thick neck and broad shoulders as he carried her over to a large flat rock. The bright moonlight flooded the area, but Selene didn’t care. There wasn’t another soul within miles of the place. Her desire for him was driving her insane, she couldn’t care even if there were hundreds of people there; all she wanted was this rugged cowboy to ravage her body.
The large man placed her gently on the rock and stood back to admire her. Selene felt his intense stare on her; she could sense his desire burning into her. Her body felt feverish, longing for his touch, longing for him to fill her, to make her orgasm. She hitched up her skirt and spread her legs for him. Her panties were damp with her desire and she knew he could pick up her arousal from his smile.
“Selene, you’re more adventurous than ever.” Cooper smiled and leaned in close.
“I still don’t know how you know my name,” Selene whispered, “But I don’t care anymore… if you touch my pussy now, I swear I’m going to cum all over your hand.”
“Then I gonna do more than just touch, dearest…” The cowboy wiggled his tongue at her.
Selene gasped loudly at the anticipation of his snaking tongue on her quivering pussy. A sense of euphoria ran through her as he reached up her thighs and gently pulled her soaked panties off. His handsome face hovered over her wet pussy and he looked at her mischievously.
“Oh, God! Cooper!” Selene groaned with lust. “Enough of the teasing… come on, lick my pussy.”
“I reckon I am going to.” He drawled sexily and gently planted a kiss on her pussy.
Selene jerked at the sensation, bucking her hips up at him. The cowboy slipped his large hands under her lush buttocks and lifted her pelvis up to his face. He grinned from ear to ear and popped her throbbing clitoris into his mouth. His lips and tongue drove her crazy; she grabbed his thick haired head and dug her nails into his scalp.
