Summary: Personal Narrative Male Selkie
I had kept the cottage on the hill in sight all night and can sense there are two humans in the dwelling. The sun started to rise and the darkness faded, an older human female leaves the dwelling. She gets into a small car and drives down the road towards town. This was the time for me to abduct the young redheaded female. I didn’t sense any other humans in the area, nor did I detect the presence of the large protective male Selkie either. I walk up the steps from the beach, without making a sound, and use my sorcerer’s abilities to enter the cottage. Locked doors are no deterrent for Finfolk. In the dwelling, I sense where the human female’s located and make my way to the room she occupies. I sense the Selkie, but his odor is too
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faint to actually be him in the dwelling. The female smells of the Selkie, and I can tell the Selkie has placed his seed inside her body. That knowledge changed my already ominous mood to make it even blacker. I can feel her presence beyond the door, I stood in front of. I open the door and spot her small form under the quilts on the bed. I creep to the bed to inspect her while she still slept. I reach over and start to move the covers from her body, her eyes started to open slowly. She screams, but I cover her mouth and my fist connects with her jaw to knock her unconscious. I hoist her over my large shoulders and move out the door of the cottage. I move down the stairway to the beach and out in the ocean before anyone is aware I’ve taken her. I swim with her some distance to where I have my small skiff anchored and throw her inert body to the bottom of the boat. I pull myself aboard and quickly tie her up before she comes to. I rip her clothes from her body and throw the garments overboard; I want to feast my eyes on her nakedness. My black shape shifters’ mood changes considerably. My arousal stiffens my cock. As my cock extends at the sight of her rounded curves, plump, ripe tits with her pale nipples which have pebbled from being naked and wet. My eyes travel to her small trimmed patch of dark red curls at her nether lips. I want to ravish her in every way known to my depraved kind. I decide to wait till we’re back on the Finfolk island of Hildaland where I can take my time with her. I smiled to myself thinking of what will take place shortly. On the island, I take her to the bed-chamber and throw her on the bed. I take my time binding her hands to the stone wall at the back of the bed and securing her spread legs to the end of the bed. I want to make her plead for her life, for her to realize I am in control and she would do whatever I demand of her. She would bear my future heirs. I watch her as her eyes starting to open sluggishly. As she came to I said, “If you struggle those knots will only tighten.” Her eyes darted to the doorway where I stood. She gasped as she views me standing there. She became aware she’s naked, spread out like a Smorgasbord and my eyes were already feasting on her. She fought the gag I’d placed in her mouth. “I want you to understand there is no help for you now. I will leave you to your thoughts. So you may prepare yourself to accept me and what I will be doing to you,” I said. I lifted my hard massive cock for her frightened eyes and stroked myself. I could see the tears stream from her eyes, which made me harder as I fisted my cock and jacked off. I shot my white-hot load all over her struggling body. I continued to leer at her naked body with uncontrolled lust. I now imagine how I will get the most pleasure with my newest prey.
The longer we shape-shifters toy with our playthings the harder and bigger our cocks become. I want to see the fear in those green eyes and stench of her fear pour from her body. Fear is part of the thrill which makes the rush that much more visceral; it’s part of the hunt, the games I will devise to play with my prey. I sent the last slave I had kidnapped to bring the new female food and water. I told the slave to just feed and give her water. She knew better than to untie the new female. She realized I would kill her for a transgression such as to untie the bonds. The beatings I generously gave to the female made her a docile slave. She’s aware when I’m ready to slake my lust on her, I could give her pain or I could give her pleasure just as easily. I recognized the thought of pleasure overreached what sex was with me. I was aware the pain kept her a more willing slave than the pleasure ever did. Having left the slave to take care of the redhead. I needed to take care of more pressing matters dealing with my Finfolk clan. There is no escape from the Finfolk floating island; they would never find their way out of surrounding magical fog. They would die if they tried to
escape.
Chapter 21
Aileana
Oh my God! I’m in a world of shit! That was an understatement of the facts. I was conscious enough to glance around. The walls of the room were a grimy gray and I didn’t think the color came from paint. The windows were without glass, mere slits in the walls. His filthy bed reeked of some things I would rather not think about. There was one table with a chipped pitcher and what seemed like some sort of a chamber pot in the corner. Then I heard a deep voice telling me not to fight the restraints which bind me to the walls above the bed I’m lying on. My ankles were also secured in a way that I was spread wide-open in all respects; I was naked as the day I was born. I wanted to give that piece of shit a few choice words from my not-so-lady-like mouth. If only I wasn’t gagged with some sort of stinky rag, which made me want to puke. My eyes moved to follow his raspy voice. I gasped! A ginormous specter came into my view. He was the same person who snatched the young blond woman from the beach. I knew it had been no lovers quarrel—and just my damn luck—I was correct. Shit, shit! How did this happen? His soulless dark eyes were eating me alive; he devoured my body with those black unholy pits from hell. I couldn’t even try to cover myself. He spoke again, but my mind did not function as I saw him, stroking and pulling on his massive, erect cock. God in heaven, please don’t let him rape me, I prayed. I couldn’t stop the tears from running down my face as I came to terms with what he had planned for me. I was aware of how engorged his cock was getting, and he’s relishing my tears even more. He was a sadistic beast. I did notice through my tears he didn’t seem to be human. What was he? Certainly not a Selkie! I watched his face instead of him jacking his cock. His face had a gaunt, skeletal shape. Even in that light I was able to see his skin was pale. His brown-lank hair that fell to his shoulders is matted in spots to his scalp. The hand not wrapped around his cock had pronounced webbing between the fingers. The way he leered at me, I felt as though I was some mouse that a cat is played with before he devoured his meal. I noticed his eyes start to close and his head lean back against the door frame. He started making grunting sounds as his hand, picked up some speed and he shot his cum on the stone floor. He glared into my eyes and started laughing as he recognized my terror. He rubbed his junk a few more times and told me to think about what he would be doing to me. As he turned away and walked out of the doorway, I heard him speak to someone in the next room, but I couldn’t understand what he said. My mind race to trying to figure a way to escape this creature and place of horror. My Seanmhair wouldn’t even know I was gone until late this evening or possibly not till the next day. She had told me she and a few of her friends were going to be busy planning the yearly Samhainn festival. When would Kendrick even realize I was missing? We hadn’t made any definite plans to meet. Even if he was aware I was gone, would he be able to find me? As my mind raced to try to find various answers to my dilemma, a dirty, bedraggled woman walked into the room carrying a tray with a chipped bowl. The woman came closer and started to take the gag from my mouth. Her frightened eyes darted around the room; her lips were split in several places. Her left eye was partially swollen shut, and bruises were covering most of her body. Her body was only somewhat draped with a disgusting old cloth around her waist. Holy hell, it was the blond woman from the beach. Someone had beaten her within an inch of her life. I couldn’t believe someone so beaten would still be on their feet. She removed my gag and brought the cup of water to my lips. “What is your name? Tell me where we are and who is that creature?” I said in a rush of words. “Mah name is Rhona Fagan. He’s nae said his name to me. He told me to call him master.” She said through swollen lips. “Yer right aboot him being a creature. I dinnae ken where we are, but this place is an island. It’s surrounded by a dense fog which starts aboot twenty feet from the shore.” “You’re the woman someone kidnapped from the beach in Durness a few weeks ago?” I said. “Aye, are people searching for me? I’ve talked to others on this island; they’re either slaves or wives of the Finfolk.” She asked with a glimmer of hope in her voice. “They’re others here besides us?” I asked. “Yes they’re a dozen or so; there are human women who’ve had children with these creatures. There are Finfolk here, along with the kidnapped humans who are used for slaves and spouses.” She stated. “I don’t know who or what Finfolk are!” “They’re greedy shapeshifters, known to kidnap humans to use them as slaves or spouses. I had thought they were no more than a myth till I was kidnapped.” She said as her eyes were darting from me to the doorway. “Please untie me. Together we will overpower the creature!” I said. “Nay, I cannae risk it. I dinnae think I kin take another one of his beatings!” she shook as she said the words. “When we escape, we can steal a boat and make our way back to the mainland!” I pleaded with her. She started to laugh like a crazy woman and cry at the same time. I thought she had lost her mind. “Please try to calm down; we need to keep our wits about us.” Through her tears, Rhona said, “Wits aboot us? We’re trapped on a floating island that shifts. It moves where the Finfolk needs it to float and is surrounded by a magical fog. No one has left this island alive that any of us humans are aware of!” She sobbed again.
faint to actually be him in the dwelling. The female smells of the Selkie, and I can tell the Selkie has placed his seed inside her body. That knowledge changed my already ominous mood to make it even blacker. I can feel her presence beyond the door, I stood in front of. I open the door and spot her small form under the quilts on the bed. I creep to the bed to inspect her while she still slept. I reach over and start to move the covers from her body, her eyes started to open slowly. She screams, but I cover her mouth and my fist connects with her jaw to knock her unconscious. I hoist her over my large shoulders and move out the door of the cottage. I move down the stairway to the beach and out in the ocean before anyone is aware I’ve taken her. I swim with her some distance to where I have my small skiff anchored and throw her inert body to the bottom of the boat. I pull myself aboard and quickly tie her up before she comes to. I rip her clothes from her body and throw the garments overboard; I want to feast my eyes on her nakedness. My black shape shifters’ mood changes considerably. My arousal stiffens my cock. As my cock extends at the sight of her rounded curves, plump, ripe tits with her pale nipples which have pebbled from being naked and wet. My eyes travel to her small trimmed patch of dark red curls at her nether lips. I want to ravish her in every way known to my depraved kind. I decide to wait till we’re back on the Finfolk island of Hildaland where I can take my time with her. I smiled to myself thinking of what will take place shortly. On the island, I take her to the bed-chamber and throw her on the bed. I take my time binding her hands to the stone wall at the back of the bed and securing her spread legs to the end of the bed. I want to make her plead for her life, for her to realize I am in control and she would do whatever I demand of her. She would bear my future heirs. I watch her as her eyes starting to open sluggishly. As she came to I said, “If you struggle those knots will only tighten.” Her eyes darted to the doorway where I stood. She gasped as she views me standing there. She became aware she’s naked, spread out like a Smorgasbord and my eyes were already feasting on her. She fought the gag I’d placed in her mouth. “I want you to understand there is no help for you now. I will leave you to your thoughts. So you may prepare yourself to accept me and what I will be doing to you,” I said. I lifted my hard massive cock for her frightened eyes and stroked myself. I could see the tears stream from her eyes, which made me harder as I fisted my cock and jacked off. I shot my white-hot load all over her struggling body. I continued to leer at her naked body with uncontrolled lust. I now imagine how I will get the most pleasure with my newest prey.
The longer we shape-shifters toy with our playthings the harder and bigger our cocks become. I want to see the fear in those green eyes and stench of her fear pour from her body. Fear is part of the thrill which makes the rush that much more visceral; it’s part of the hunt, the games I will devise to play with my prey. I sent the last slave I had kidnapped to bring the new female food and water. I told the slave to just feed and give her water. She knew better than to untie the new female. She realized I would kill her for a transgression such as to untie the bonds. The beatings I generously gave to the female made her a docile slave. She’s aware when I’m ready to slake my lust on her, I could give her pain or I could give her pleasure just as easily. I recognized the thought of pleasure overreached what sex was with me. I was aware the pain kept her a more willing slave than the pleasure ever did. Having left the slave to take care of the redhead. I needed to take care of more pressing matters dealing with my Finfolk clan. There is no escape from the Finfolk floating island; they would never find their way out of surrounding magical fog. They would die if they tried to
escape.
Chapter 21
Aileana
Oh my God! I’m in a world of shit! That was an understatement of the facts. I was conscious enough to glance around. The walls of the room were a grimy gray and I didn’t think the color came from paint. The windows were without glass, mere slits in the walls. His filthy bed reeked of some things I would rather not think about. There was one table with a chipped pitcher and what seemed like some sort of a chamber pot in the corner. Then I heard a deep voice telling me not to fight the restraints which bind me to the walls above the bed I’m lying on. My ankles were also secured in a way that I was spread wide-open in all respects; I was naked as the day I was born. I wanted to give that piece of shit a few choice words from my not-so-lady-like mouth. If only I wasn’t gagged with some sort of stinky rag, which made me want to puke. My eyes moved to follow his raspy voice. I gasped! A ginormous specter came into my view. He was the same person who snatched the young blond woman from the beach. I knew it had been no lovers quarrel—and just my damn luck—I was correct. Shit, shit! How did this happen? His soulless dark eyes were eating me alive; he devoured my body with those black unholy pits from hell. I couldn’t even try to cover myself. He spoke again, but my mind did not function as I saw him, stroking and pulling on his massive, erect cock. God in heaven, please don’t let him rape me, I prayed. I couldn’t stop the tears from running down my face as I came to terms with what he had planned for me. I was aware of how engorged his cock was getting, and he’s relishing my tears even more. He was a sadistic beast. I did notice through my tears he didn’t seem to be human. What was he? Certainly not a Selkie! I watched his face instead of him jacking his cock. His face had a gaunt, skeletal shape. Even in that light I was able to see his skin was pale. His brown-lank hair that fell to his shoulders is matted in spots to his scalp. The hand not wrapped around his cock had pronounced webbing between the fingers. The way he leered at me, I felt as though I was some mouse that a cat is played with before he devoured his meal. I noticed his eyes start to close and his head lean back against the door frame. He started making grunting sounds as his hand, picked up some speed and he shot his cum on the stone floor. He glared into my eyes and started laughing as he recognized my terror. He rubbed his junk a few more times and told me to think about what he would be doing to me. As he turned away and walked out of the doorway, I heard him speak to someone in the next room, but I couldn’t understand what he said. My mind race to trying to figure a way to escape this creature and place of horror. My Seanmhair wouldn’t even know I was gone until late this evening or possibly not till the next day. She had told me she and a few of her friends were going to be busy planning the yearly Samhainn festival. When would Kendrick even realize I was missing? We hadn’t made any definite plans to meet. Even if he was aware I was gone, would he be able to find me? As my mind raced to try to find various answers to my dilemma, a dirty, bedraggled woman walked into the room carrying a tray with a chipped bowl. The woman came closer and started to take the gag from my mouth. Her frightened eyes darted around the room; her lips were split in several places. Her left eye was partially swollen shut, and bruises were covering most of her body. Her body was only somewhat draped with a disgusting old cloth around her waist. Holy hell, it was the blond woman from the beach. Someone had beaten her within an inch of her life. I couldn’t believe someone so beaten would still be on their feet. She removed my gag and brought the cup of water to my lips. “What is your name? Tell me where we are and who is that creature?” I said in a rush of words. “Mah name is Rhona Fagan. He’s nae said his name to me. He told me to call him master.” She said through swollen lips. “Yer right aboot him being a creature. I dinnae ken where we are, but this place is an island. It’s surrounded by a dense fog which starts aboot twenty feet from the shore.” “You’re the woman someone kidnapped from the beach in Durness a few weeks ago?” I said. “Aye, are people searching for me? I’ve talked to others on this island; they’re either slaves or wives of the Finfolk.” She asked with a glimmer of hope in her voice. “They’re others here besides us?” I asked. “Yes they’re a dozen or so; there are human women who’ve had children with these creatures. There are Finfolk here, along with the kidnapped humans who are used for slaves and spouses.” She stated. “I don’t know who or what Finfolk are!” “They’re greedy shapeshifters, known to kidnap humans to use them as slaves or spouses. I had thought they were no more than a myth till I was kidnapped.” She said as her eyes were darting from me to the doorway. “Please untie me. Together we will overpower the creature!” I said. “Nay, I cannae risk it. I dinnae think I kin take another one of his beatings!” she shook as she said the words. “When we escape, we can steal a boat and make our way back to the mainland!” I pleaded with her. She started to laugh like a crazy woman and cry at the same time. I thought she had lost her mind. “Please try to calm down; we need to keep our wits about us.” Through her tears, Rhona said, “Wits aboot us? We’re trapped on a floating island that shifts. It moves where the Finfolk needs it to float and is surrounded by a magical fog. No one has left this island alive that any of us humans are aware of!” She sobbed again.