SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (94 page)

“Why has your heart rate suddenly changed?”

“I don’t know…”

She looked him in the eye and thought to herself a very dirty thought.  Which was instantly conveyed to the Prince in mind imaging.

“Good Gravity, woman!” what are you thinking.

“What?  I didn’t say anything.”

Prince Radiant reached out and grabbed her by the arms.  “Listen, Amy…”

He lost his train of thought as he began caressing her form.  Her arms felt so smooth and sensual.  He couldn’t have but look at her skin.  Her beautiful, highly receptive skin, which seemed to tingle every time he made a physical connection.  

He tried to summon the will to stop, but couldn’t.  He kept tracing a line down to her elbow, where he noticed a new tone of skin.  Softer inside, even more receptive.  Her blood pressure was rising.  Her breathing rate was accelerating.  She was becoming…receptive to mating.

“You are…”

“What?” Amy whispered softly, turned on and staring at him with dilated pupils.

“Why has your countenance changed?”

“I don’t know…” she cooed back.

Prince Radiant didn’t understand either, but was compelled to touch more of her body.  Her sides were particularly alluring, feeling warm and cozy, and very flexible in shape.  He felt ashamed as he began squeezing her ribs softly…uncontrolled, lustful.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “That was not appropriate.”

“Why?  Don’t you have to examine me?  For the test?”

“Well, yes.  We do.  But it’s not like this…”

“But this is how humans…you know…examine each other.  So why don’t you come and examine me, Prince Radiant?”

The way she said his name was almost hypnotic.  She didn’t speak it to communicate thoughts but to transfer emotions.  He watched in intensive concentration as she began pulling down her blouse, giving him more cleavage to examine.

“What are you thinking?  Do I have to take off my clothes for the test?”

“Yes.  Yes, you do.”

“Okay…”

“But…I believe I must remove them for you.”

“Oh?” she asked with a suspicious smile.  “Then do what the protocol says.”

It wasn’t protocol.  But Radiant felt a maddening urge to remove her clothes and see her natural shape for himself.  He tried to control his own escalated breathing as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more cleavage, more pallid skin.

She looked into his eyes and waited, transferring so many intense emotions into his mind.  His own body began mirroring her breathing.  He reached the end of her blouse and then opened the arm holes, pulling it off and carefully folding it.  Amy thought it funny that he took the folding so seriously. 

He stared into the crevices of her arms and her heavy bosom.  A black bra held her breasts in place.  He reached out and touched her shoulders and then moved his strong hands down to her tummy.  He squeezed her belly and admired the sound of her giggling.

“You might have trouble getting this part off,” Amy said with a shy smile.  She reached around and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor.  The Prince looked down, starting to pick it up.

“Let it be.  Look at me.”

He brought his eyes upward and looking at her breasts.  Bouncing and full, with thick pink nipples.  He didn’t even ask—he just reached his hands out and lightly squeezed her breasts, eventually moving several fingers in circles around her areolas.

“Mmm…feels good.”

“This arouses you?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he whispered.

The Prince became more excited himself, not only feeling his mating instincts rising, but also mirroring her own emotions and intense mind imagery.  He breathed in and out sharply, almost losing control over his own words. 

He could hardly wait to unzip and unbutton her jean shorts, pulling down the next layer of clothing…until he found a second layer.  Black panties, and they were slightly moist.  He pulled them down, taking a long and extended look at her neatly trimmed bush.  Her panties hadn’t even hit the floor before the Prince began exploring her labia with his curious fingers.

“Ohhh…” Amy said, meeting his eyes and bellowing out an embarrassing call of passion.

“What is wrong?  Does it hurt?”

“No…no it doesn’t hurt,” she said, trembling, as he found her clitoris.

“This is the primary pleasure point.  Right here.”

“No shit,” Amy said, almost laughing, but still feeling every centimeter of his clit-massaging.

“You are…very aroused.  Very fertile.”

“Mmmm…don’t talk.  We don’t like to talk.  We just like to feel.”

“Feel?”

“Faster…”

“Like this?”

Prince Radiant increased the rhythm of his stroking, feeling her clit swell in his fingers.

“Ahhhh…yes…that feels good…”

He said nothing else but flicked her clit as fast as he could, focusing in on the section with the most nerve endings.  He knew just where to touch her, since he could sense her body’s most potent erogenous zones.

“Ohhhh…ohhhh keep going…”

He looked up and noticed Amy’s face was turning pink and her breathing was becoming faster and more erratic.

“Ohhh God…ohhh God…”

She was so turned on, so wet and steamy underneath, she could only look into his eyes in helpless surrender.  Just as she began to lose it, she put her arms out to him.  He was taller and so when she pushed her head inward to feel his body, she only reached his chest.  She hugged his strong masculine frame and breathed her hot, drooling groans onto his pectorals. 

He kept stimulating her clitoris until her whole body started quaking.

“Ohhh!  Ohhh!  Keep going!  Keeeeeep…”

She rocked back in forth, hugging his body for dear life, as her clit began swelling and then hiding from all the intense stroking.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed, gnawing on his chest as juices ran down her legs from her spread pussy lips.  

She panted and wheezed, pushing him away and feeling light-headed.  He enjoyed the sudden rush of new emotions—not just an increase in mating confidence, but the intimate feelings of connecting to another being’s soul.  This is why humans must prefer the manual transmission, he gathered.  The intensity of the bonding experience is what drives the will to procreate.

“Ahaaa…” Amy said, blinking fast and trying to recover from her standing clitoral orgasm.  “Wow…was that the first time you ever…touched a woman?”

“The first time I ever experienced intimacy at all,” the Prince said.  “We don’t have sex for pleasure on our planet.  But I have felt the strong urge you beings have to experience intimate sharing.  You share bodies.  You share heat.  You even share fluids like sweat and saliva.”

“There’s also something else, you know.”

“You mean…insertion of the semen into the fallopian tube?”

“The old fashioned way.”

“I…I don’t think I should be here,” the Prince finally said, panicking at the thought of impregnating a human and starting a scandal.

“Wait…”

The Prince dashed off, still fighting the strong images and emotions away.  They were already urging him, calling him to spend more time pleasuring her—more touching and exploring of her body.  Manual sex was definitely a strong primal urge in the human species and he could see why it was forbidden in his own kingdom.  It’s not about disease risk; it was about the powerful addiction these feelings can cause.

Amy huffed, calming herself down…her breasts still exposed and her panties only halfway down to her knees.  What a vivid dream, she figured.  What do you know—all she really needed was a good orgasm.  Now she felt sleepy and surrendered to the desire to keel over and nap. 

When I wake up…this will all be gone and I’ll be back to normal.  Too bad.  That alien guy really knew how to make a curvy girl happy.

Meanwhile the Prince was beside himself.  He definitely felt something strong for the woman.  He had never experienced the feeling of empathy or intimacy.  Her body was delicious—as smooth and tasty as a meal.  Her scent was primal; smelling her natural wetness aroused his penis in a brand new way than he ever felt before.  He felt harder.  Longer.  Sure, he had erections before, but they were always semi-flaccid, mostly when he urinated.  This was the first time his penis ever felt so hard that it ached—it required release.

He had a bit of trouble breathing himself, just thinking about the natural and nude body of Amy, the only human woman he ever met that was more attractive than his own species.  The kind of woman worth giving up everything for, just to have the privilege of touching her.  Mating with her.  Bonding with her in soul and body.

He rubbed his forehead with a cloth.  “Computer,” he asked the
incognito private
line, “How much trouble would I be in if I kept the human female for myself?”

“It is against the law, Prince Radiant.  Any relations with human beings outside of experimentation, is punishable by ten years in prison.”

“Solutions?”

“Leaving the empire is the only solution.  A man engaging in illegal sex would be marked as a sexual predator and barred from the planet.”

And it might be worth it, he said to himself, still thinking of Amy’s resplendent beauty. 

Of course, he was a man torn between passion and duty.  Part of his conscious still wrestled with the idea of forcing Amy to undergo the procedure and then depositing her back on earth, as was the protocol.  Besides, if worse came to worse, he could always erase her memory.  Thereby, ridding Amy of all traumas. 

It was worth passing along the idea.  Maybe this was an opportunity to help both of them get what they needed.

A couple of hours later, the Prince returned to the cell finding Amy dressed again.

“I can’t believe I’m still here,” Amy said in grief.  “I went to sleep but…I woke up in the same place.  This…this isn’t a dream.”

“No, I’m afraid it’s not.”

“You’re real?”

“Yes.”

“And…you really want to impregnate me with some alien DNA?”

“That is the protocol.”

Amy rasped in horror.  “How can you do this to people?  That is cruel behavior.  It is literally making sex slaves out of innocent people.  You realize that, don’t you?”

“I don’t think my race understands the idea of consent.  It’s a human characteristic.”

“But how about you, Prince?  Now that you’ve read my thoughts and my feelings.  Do you not understand how important it is to love each other before mating?”

“I…I do understand.  It is your species.  Your instincts are different than ours.”

“I thought we both felt something earlier.  Didn’t you like touching me?  Pleasing me in the way you did?”

“It was wrong,” the Prince said, still shamed at how lustful he allowed himself to become in the arms of a stranger.

“No.  This is wrong, Prince.  Forcing a woman to do something is wrong.  But doing something kind for a lesser being than yourself…this is what love is.”

“Love?”

“Yes.  The missing ingredient in all human relationships that makes procreation possible.”

“Of course.  Love must be the spiritual ingredient your people need to continue the species.”

“Love is a lot of things, Prince.  It’s irrational.  It’s difficult.  It’s unpredictable.  But I believe, even after all these years, I still believe that it’s just a matter of being kind.  Resisting the urge to do selfish acts, and giving pleasure to someone else.”

“But…surrendering to pleasure is a selfish act, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not.  It’s a beautiful expression of love, shared between two people who care for each other’s safety.”

The Prince started looking at Amy in lust again, feeling an overwhelming attraction to her body—her hair, her scent and her wetness.  Whatever power she had over him was so intense, he almost felt magnetized towards her.

“Do you want me, Prince?”

“
Yes
,” he answered firmly, almost madly.  “I crave you so much.  I know it’s wrong…or feels wrong.  But touching you, your perfect figure, your inviting, milky skin…it was the most exciting moment of my life.”

“Then take me.  Do what you want with me.  But I want you and only you.  No one else.”

The Prince’s eyes and mouth shot open in excitement.  She was asking him to give his own seed.  To take all of her body.

“But…but…” the Prince said, already scanning her body and wanting to take her clothes off a second time.  “I’m not sure how you do it.”

“Don’t think.  Just feel.”

“Read your mind?”

“No.  Just do what comes natural.  Take my clothes off and then let your instincts guide you.”

He was so aroused he began sweating.  This time, he heeded her word and didn’t stop to think about anything.  He didn’t unbutton her blouse; he tore it off, ripping it open and find her black bra.  Her breasts were so soft, so bouncy, he just buried his face in between them, using his lips in the most obscene way—suckling at her flesh, kissing her mounds.  He pulled her bra down and took out her nipples, which were stiffened, much to his amazement.  He put one in his mouth and sucked, feeling a very sinful pang of lust, for breast feeding was only for nursing back at home.  But her breasts were so big and so succulent he couldn’t help but kiss and lick her nipples, one right after the other.