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Summoning Her Perfect Man

by Heather Kinnane 8 months ago in fiction

Bethany makes a wish for her perfect man, but she doesn't expect it to actually come true

Summoning Her Perfect Man
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There it was, the hill with the white horse. The tall grass swished against her skirt as she strode up the hill, following along the back of the horse until she got to its head. It felt wrong walking across its face, and even worse to stand on its eye, but Bethany was desperate.

She closed her eyes, made her wish, and shuffled around on the spot, once, twice, three times.

She waited.

The breeze picked up, pulling a few hairs free from her bun to tickle the back of her neck but she couldn’t hear anything.

She opened one eye, just enough to peer through.

Nothing.

She opened both eyes, turning in another circle, to take in her surroundings.

No one.

Guess it was just a myth after all.

Her shoulders sagged, and she turned to head back the way she’d come, bumping into a broad chest.

“Oh!” She stepped back as two hands came down to clamp on her shoulders.

“Be careful, lass. Watch where you’re walking.”

His Scottish brogue with thick, his r’s rolling.

Bethany’s mouth went dry.

“Who are you?”

“The name is Hamish, at your service.” He bowed low, removing his tam o’shanter as he did so, his wavy red shoulder length hair ruffled by the wind.

“Hamish.” Bethany nodded. “And how did you get here?”

“I’m here for ye.” He offered her his elbow.

She hesitated. “For me?”

“Aye. Ye need a man, for company and pleasure, I do believe. As I said, Hamish, at your service.”

Bethany’s heart soared. It had worked. She’d made a wish on the eye of the white horse, and it had come true. Her gaze dropped to his groin, though of course she couldn’t see anything behind the folds of his kilt. How exact did wishes get?

She took his arm, and they walked together back down the hill to her car.

“So what happens now?” Truth be told she hadn’t expected she could wish a man into reality, so she hadn’t planned any further than the excursion here.

“Whatever ye wish.”

“Okay. Well then, let’s go back to my place.”

The drive was quiet. Hamish didn’t say much, and Bethany didn’t know what to say.

They arrived home, and she offered him a glass of wine, but of course he preferred whisky. She didn’t have any of that.

“Water’ll do.” He gulped it down, setting the glass back on the sink.

“So.” He turned to her. “You need to be pleasured.”

“Mm-hm.” She nodded. “What happens to you, after all this?” she asked.

“Well, how specific was your wish? You said you wanted pleasure. I’d be guessing that I’ll be stuck here until I’ve pleased you sufficiently, and then I’ll just disappear.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t expected him to be quite as forthright about it as that.

“Are you ready to get on with it then?”

She nodded, and he reached behind her head to tug on her hair band. Hair hair spilled around her face, and he brushed it behind her ears, his gaze roving across her face.

“You’re so bonnie.” His voice was gruff. “I’m surprised ye need magic to summon up a man.”

Her gaze fell to her fingers, twisting the hem of her top. “It’s more a confidence issue, really. I’m a little odd, though I try to hide it. But what if I hook up with someone and they pick up on it. I hate having people think I’m strange.”

He tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “The world is full of strange. You humans’d know it too, if ye weren’t so hell bent on pretending to be normal. Ye just have to find people who share your quirks. Or better still, learn to love everyone’s oddness.”

Her brows furrowed. “It’s not that easy.”

“Nay. Humans make everything hard. Like this.” He gave her a pointed look and she realised he was talking about their present moment. “Do ye want pleasure, or do ye want a shoulder to cry on?”

She licked her lips, and held his gaze. His eyes were a warm green, a short beard framing his face. She raised a hand to rest it against his cheek, her thumbing running over the bristles.

“I want pleasure,” she said.

He scooped her up, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. He dropped her on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees so her could first press his lips against hers, and then lifted her skirt. He left a trail of kisses along her inner thigh, his finger stroking her pussy through the fabric of her underwear.

“Was so much easier back in the day, when women didna wear a stitch beneath their clothes.”

Bethany giggled, standing up so she could remove her underwear.

“Now that’s better.”

He lifted her skirt again, delving between her legs.

She’d never been with a man with a beard before, and it tickled her thighs as he explored, his tongue sliding across her folds to circle and suck her clit. A thrill travelled her spine, and she spread her legs, leaning back on her elbows as heat began to spread throughout her body.

He licked her again, his tongue warm and wide as it slid across her pussy, delving inside briefly before returning to her clit.

He slid a finger inside, then another, and she could feel when he curled them to rub her inner walls.

“Oh. Wow.” She gasped, as pleasure built up inside, bursting up her spine and shooting like fireworks out the top of her head. She’d never come so fast before in her life.

Then again, she’d never had the thrill of intimacy with a stranger, or more to the point, intimacy with a strange man she’d wished into being.

She’d wished he would already know how to bring her to orgasm, and clearly that was another point that had come true.

She grabbed his shoulder, pushing him away so she could catch her breath.

“It was as ye wanted it?”

She nodded, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath.

“Even better.”

“Would ye like me to continue?”

She pulled him close for a kiss, her tongue pressing between his lips to taste herself on him. “Yes. Please. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

He grinned, hiking up his kilt to reveal a thick cock, already hard, the end glistening with pre-cum. Her eyes widened. It was huge, as it should have been, and now she was wondering if she should have actually drawn out her measurements beforehand.

“Fuck.”

He caught her gaze. “You wanted a large cock, did ye no’?”

“Aye.” She nodded.”I mean yes.” Her face flushed. “I just didn’t think about how big that might be.”

“’Tis not as large as a wee babbies head.”

“A babies head?” She blinked at him.

“Aye. And you’re cunny is designed to let one of those through, aye?”

“My cunny?”

He grinned, rubbing his fingers between my legs to push three fingers inside me. “Aye. Your cunt. ‘Tis meant for babbies.” He wrapped his hand around his cock. “It’ll fit, and it‘ll please ye more than a smaller one, that’s for sure.”

Bethany swallowed. She’d hoped it would please her more than a smaller one, that’s why she’d wished for it, but now she was faced with it she was a little terrified, too.

“You’re nice and juicy. It’ll slide in real easy. And I’ll be careful with ye. Ye say if it’s too much and we’ll slow things right down.”

She nodded, sitting up so she could reach out and touch it.

It was huge, her fingers barely reached all the way around it. She took a deep breath, stroking it a couple of times, then leaned forward to lick the tip.

“Mmm… Your touch is soft. I like it.”

Encouraged, she licked him again, all around his head, and licked from tip to base and back again.

She took a deep breath, opening her mouth in an attempt to give him head.

He groaned, and she bobbed up and down a couple of times, barely getting past the head of his cock.

“That feels good. But I’m here to give you pleasure, not the other way around.”

He lifted her shirt up over her head, unclipping her bra with only one hand. He moved in close, bringing his lips to hers as he pressed her back to lie on the bed. His hands massaged her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples, as his kisses moved from her mouth and along her jaw. He nibbled on her ear lobe, his tongue lightly brushing around her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His kisses down her neck caused heat to pool in her groin, and she arched her back involuntarily. When his mouth found her nipple she gasped, and then his hand was between her legs again, his thumb stroking her clit while his fingers delved inside.

“If you come again, you’ll be looser. It’ll be more comfortable.” His voice was husky, the effect of that and his fingers made her heart pound, and when he returned his mouth to her breasts she moaned again.

He sucked on first one nipple, and then the other, lapping and circling, nibbling, gently pinching each one between his teeth.

No man had ever done that before, Bethany never knew she’d like it so much, and yet an orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clenching on his fingers as her hips thrust against him.

“Fuck me, please.”

She was ready now. She just wanted to be filled. She needed to be filled. He moved between her legs, holding himself above her as he pressed his cock deep into her cunt.

“Nnngn.” She groaned, her eyes open wide as she was stretched beyond anything she’d experienced before. He held her gaze as he began to thrust, grunting as he filled her.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

“Oh. My. God!” Another orgasm tore through her. His thrusts increased in speed, pounding her so hard she could do nothing but hold on, and she came yet again as he groaned, slamming into her as he came.

He dropped onto the bed beside her, his arms pulling her close.

“That pleased ye, then?” He brushed his lips against her forehead.

“If I say no, will you stay?” Her tone was hopeful, but there was already something lighter about him.

“Magic knows what it knows. It doesn’t need ye to tell it.”

She glanced up to see his physical form fading. “Can I summon you again?”

“I don’t think it works like that. You’ll have to wish for a real man to be your lover.”

“I wish for you.”

“I’m not a real man.”

He was gone, nothing to indicate he’d ever been. Nothing but the satisfying throb between her legs, and the lingering sensation of her orgasm.

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Heather Kinnane

Author of bite-sized steamy romance and erotica. She/Her. For longer works check out my website: http:heatherkinnane.com/books.

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