unfulfilled desire out of her
traitorous body. Shame she hadn't yet installed that punch bag. She would do so
later today and stick the sneering face of her ex-fiancé to it for good
measure. Marginally cheered at that prospect, she left her glasses on the
bedside stand, stomped down the stairs and set off at a brisk jog round the
Loch
. She didn't need them to run. They only got in the
way.
Forty-five
minutes later, Penelope wished she had the blasted things with her. Huffing and
puffing on her return trip she went flying. Whatever the shape was she just stumbled over, it moved and groaned. A
very male groan. She squinted her eyes better to see and promptly shut them
again. She was seeing things. Sure enough, after several furious blinks the
shape on the pebbles, that minutes ago seemed to be only half human, had turned
into a man. A very naked hunk of a man. Thankfully, or perhaps not – Penelope sniggered to herself – the man lay
face down, his muscled back, trim ass, and powerful thighs clearly visible. The
muscles in his huge shoulders bunched, and his biceps flexed as he struggled to
push his big body upwards. Another groan and a muttered curse later, he
collapsed on his side. Penelope swallowed nervously at the sight of pectorals
to die for and a glimpse of rock hard abdominals dusted with a sprinkling of
dark hair leading down to lean hips. She
frowned at the dart sticking into one of those hips, the area around it
swelling and turning purple. What the hell?
Another
agonized groan from the man at her feet galvanized her into action. She dropped
to her knees and yanked the dart out of his side. The animalistic roar in her
ears sent a shiver of anticipation into her core. Instant moisture soaked her
panties, and Penelope rolled her eyes at herself. This was ridiculous. The man
was clearly in pain, and here she was lusting after his body like a bitch in
heat. She tentatively touched his chest and reared back at the fierce heat she
encountered. He was burning up.
"Who did
this to you? Can you stand? We need to get you back to my place. I need to get
help." The breathy words tumbled out one after the other, and Penelope
shook the stranger's shoulders in an effort to rouse him. She brushed the silky
strands of his hair off his face and froze when he opened his eyes. Even clouded
with pain the golden eyes of her dream lover stared back at her. He mumbled
something in a guttural language she didn't understand, and he lifted one large
hand to touch her face. Penelope held her breath at the sensation of his
calloused palm cupping her cheek. Darts of electricity arched along her skin;
her mouth went dry, and her pussy clenched. He inhaled sharply and shook his
head.
"Nay, no
help. Just get me to the water."
What? The fever had
clearly addled his brain, or maybe he was just like any other devastatingly
good looking guy. All brawn and no brain.
"You
can't go for a swim in this state. You'll drown. Besides the
Loch
is freezing this time of year. You'll die of frostbite before you have the
chance to drown. We need to get you to shelter, and you need a doctor to come
look at this wound."
"No
quack." The deep growl of denial made Penelope jump, and the grip on her
shoulder grew painful as he moved his hand to help him lever himself up.
"Fine,
have it your way, but you need to rest. And you can't do that here." He
groaned his assent, and a violent shudder shook his long frame. Penelope put an
arm around his waist, and together, somehow they struggled to their feet, with
the stranger leaning heavily on her. Penelope was not small, but he dwarfed her
completely. Heat rose in her cheeks at seeing his huge, long cock hang down
between his legs, and she hastily averted her eyes.
Jesus, what
is wrong with you? The man is hurt, and you ogle his appendage?
She forced
herself to look ahead instead. "My cottage is just round the corner. Let's
try to get you there."
He groaned a
pain filled acknowledgement, and after a small
traitorous body. Shame she hadn't yet installed that punch bag. She would do so
later today and stick the sneering face of her ex-fiancé to it for good
measure. Marginally cheered at that prospect, she left her glasses on the
bedside stand, stomped down the stairs and set off at a brisk jog round the
Loch
. She didn't need them to run. They only got in the
way.
Forty-five
minutes later, Penelope wished she had the blasted things with her. Huffing and
puffing on her return trip she went flying. Whatever the shape was she just stumbled over, it moved and groaned. A
very male groan. She squinted her eyes better to see and promptly shut them
again. She was seeing things. Sure enough, after several furious blinks the
shape on the pebbles, that minutes ago seemed to be only half human, had turned
into a man. A very naked hunk of a man. Thankfully, or perhaps not – Penelope sniggered to herself – the man lay
face down, his muscled back, trim ass, and powerful thighs clearly visible. The
muscles in his huge shoulders bunched, and his biceps flexed as he struggled to
push his big body upwards. Another groan and a muttered curse later, he
collapsed on his side. Penelope swallowed nervously at the sight of pectorals
to die for and a glimpse of rock hard abdominals dusted with a sprinkling of
dark hair leading down to lean hips. She
frowned at the dart sticking into one of those hips, the area around it
swelling and turning purple. What the hell?
Another
agonized groan from the man at her feet galvanized her into action. She dropped
to her knees and yanked the dart out of his side. The animalistic roar in her
ears sent a shiver of anticipation into her core. Instant moisture soaked her
panties, and Penelope rolled her eyes at herself. This was ridiculous. The man
was clearly in pain, and here she was lusting after his body like a bitch in
heat. She tentatively touched his chest and reared back at the fierce heat she
encountered. He was burning up.
"Who did
this to you? Can you stand? We need to get you back to my place. I need to get
help." The breathy words tumbled out one after the other, and Penelope
shook the stranger's shoulders in an effort to rouse him. She brushed the silky
strands of his hair off his face and froze when he opened his eyes. Even clouded
with pain the golden eyes of her dream lover stared back at her. He mumbled
something in a guttural language she didn't understand, and he lifted one large
hand to touch her face. Penelope held her breath at the sensation of his
calloused palm cupping her cheek. Darts of electricity arched along her skin;
her mouth went dry, and her pussy clenched. He inhaled sharply and shook his
head.
"Nay, no
help. Just get me to the water."
What? The fever had
clearly addled his brain, or maybe he was just like any other devastatingly
good looking guy. All brawn and no brain.
"You
can't go for a swim in this state. You'll drown. Besides the
Loch
is freezing this time of year. You'll die of frostbite before you have the
chance to drown. We need to get you to shelter, and you need a doctor to come
look at this wound."
"No
quack." The deep growl of denial made Penelope jump, and the grip on her
shoulder grew painful as he moved his hand to help him lever himself up.
"Fine,
have it your way, but you need to rest. And you can't do that here." He
groaned his assent, and a violent shudder shook his long frame. Penelope put an
arm around his waist, and together, somehow they struggled to their feet, with
the stranger leaning heavily on her. Penelope was not small, but he dwarfed her
completely. Heat rose in her cheeks at seeing his huge, long cock hang down
between his legs, and she hastily averted her eyes.
Jesus, what
is wrong with you? The man is hurt, and you ogle his appendage?
She forced
herself to look ahead instead. "My cottage is just round the corner. Let's
try to get you there."
He groaned a
pain filled acknowledgement, and after a small
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