Vampire Highland Fling by Cornelia Amiri

Murdina should have immediately told her sisters a stone had fallen from the highland cairn. She didn’t. When she glanced in the well and saw the light in it, she knew. It was what she’d been waiting for. With the portal to the human realm open, she sneaked out of her round hut and made her way to the nearby cave. She stilled her thoughts and passed like vapor through the rock wall underhill and to the sod of Scotland.

Before her vision adjusted, she heard booming, high-toned, textured music vibrating through the air. Murdina’s bare feet tickled as she shuffled across the soft grass beside the mound of rocks. She breathed in the rich, spicy fragrance of myrtle growing across the field. Grass wavered in the breeze as the setting sun whisked ribbons of orange, purple and gold across the evening sky.

A sandy-haired man strutted down the narrow, paved road, one arm wrapped around his bagpipes, the mouthpiece stuffed between his full lips. With his fingers tapping the holes, he played a warm, joyful tune, infusing the air with energy.

Goose bumps broke out on her tingling arms as she drew nearer the stranger. Her gaze fell on the muscular legs beneath his Hayes kilt, a red and green tartan with thin white lines. She swept her gaze to his broad chest, which filled out his black tailored shirt. She appreciated the manly touch of the light bit of fuzz dusting his strong jaw, above his lip and on his firm chin.

The wind stirred and threw his kilt up, exposing a thick bulge. Even flaccid, it appeared long and impressive. She came to a stop and gazed transfixed at his bare cock before the breeze released its hold and dropped the kilt over it.

Her hunt for a man had come to an end already. She just needed to move in and capture her prey. She smoothed the silk skirt of the green dress draping her slender body. She knew the tune he played, singing out as she stepped close to the road. “Heel for heel and toe for toe, arm in arm and row in row, all for Marie’s wedding.” She stood in front of him now.

The music stopped. He gaped at her, his mouth wide open.

“Hello.” She forgot mortals were startled when people suddenly appeared before them. She made a mental note to remember that. As she gazed into his gleaming brown eyes, she felt the heat from them on her fey flesh.

His thick brows arched. “I didn’t see you there.”

He may not have seen her, but she saw him. Her attraction to him was so strong, she couldn’t look away. “I turned from my path when I heard the music and came to watch you play.”

He held his bagpipes with one hand and scratched his head with the other. “There’s just this road and the pasture.”

As she leaned her head back, her long red hair swayed across her back. “If you know how to look for them, you’ll find old paths all over the Highlands leading to places you wouldn’t believe.”

His gaze slid to her breasts, then he turned away, as if embarrassed. “I’m Cameron. I am coming from a wedding I played at.” He slapped his bagpipes.

The humans did that, they married. Fell in love with someone who felt the same for them until they both died, then found each other again in their next life.

She bobbed her head. “My name’s Murdina. May I walk beside you as you pipe?”

“Please do.” He bit on the mouthpiece and fluttered his large, strong hands on the pipe.

Her body flowed with the rhythm as the notes danced in the air, filling the night with a happy zeal. Facing his side, she stretched her arms in an arch above her head. She kicked one leg to the side, then the other. With quick heel and toe movements, she danced beside him as he walked.

With one arm in the air, the other on her hip, she bounced on her toes as her green dress ruffled against her skin. Her breasts ached from jiggling as she danced, and they ached for Cameron to cup and squeeze them. She shuffled her shoulders back and forth, raised and rolled her hips one at a time, peered deep into his eyes, and flashed an enticing smile, using all her baobhan sith tricks of seduction.

This time her body didn’t throb with hunger for human blood, her nails didn’t transform into talons to kill her victim. No. She craved so much more from Cameron, the magic humans had. Love. It didn’t exist among her fellow fey. Her kind flitted from one lover to the next. She’d only realized she could have more when Sorcha, her youngest sister, married a human. She yearned for this powerful, life-changing completeness the humans called love.

When the song finished he began playing For The Love Of A Princess, from a film she’d heard of, Braveheart. Lost in the tune and lost in his gleaming eyes, quirky smile and his well-muscled body, she burned for this man. Her fey senses told her the pull toward him, the need to be with him, could be the start of what she sought. Love. With one arm arched above her head, keeping the upper part of her body still, kicking back and forth, stepping high, with all her grace and heart, she danced the Highland fling as she had learned it thousands of years ago.

He came to a stop, continuing to play as she danced around him. His gaze never left her, as if mesmerized by her movements. She’d caught her prey. The tune ended.

There was only one problem. As he gazed into her eyes, she realized she was the one captured. Her heart raced, her breathing grew shallow as his gold-toned irises drew her deeper. Heady and unable to look away, she rose on her tiptoes. Then, she pulled the mouthpiece from his lips, while still peering into his eyes. She leaned closer and pressed her lips to his, which felt so warm and soft.

With the sensation of gentle pressure as he sucked her upper lip, shivers of heat raced through her. He slid his slick lips to her lower one and tugged on it. He nibbled lightly and she let out a mewling sound as tension coiled at the apex of her thighs. She shut her eyes, savoring the hot intoxicating taste of his mouth. The woodsy, light floral scent of wild heather danced in the air as the finished tune lingered in her mind.

She had to keep her secret from him. It was the only way she could be with him, stay with him.

The moment he set his bagpipes down by his feet, she slid her arms around his firm, muscular shoulders, locking her hands at the base of his neck. Then he encircled her with his warm, bracing arms. He pulled her tighter to him and parted her lips with a thrust of his tongue. The open-mouth kiss deepened, now hungry and demanding. She’d seduced thousands of humans before, but melted like hot honey in the arms of only this one.

Humans were for feeding on. She and her sisters lured them with a sultry dance then transformed their fingernails to talons to draw the humans’ blood and lap it up. What a waste it would be to use this man for nothing but his blood. What would happen if he found out what she was? He’d run away. She was a baobhan sith and they killed men like him. Though she’d decided she’d never hurt him, he wouldn’t know that.

He slid his moist tongue between her parted lips. With sweeping, swirling motions, he invaded her mouth. She clung even tighter to him, lost in the fervor of the kiss, wanting it to never end.

A voice she recognized, calling her name, pierced the silence of the night. She pulled her mouth from Cameron’s and stepped out of his embrace. “Not them. Not now.” Trembling, she crossed her arms against her chest to steady herself. “Oh no. Cameron, run.”

He didn’t move. His eyebrows arched and his brow furrowed, his expression shifted to shock and confusion.

“Danger. Go.” She flung her arms in the air, gesturing to him. “Run now.”

“No. I am not leaving you. I’ll protect you. Who are they?”

“My sisters. They mean me no harm. I am fine, but you need to run. I beg of you, go. I will explain later. I am fine.”

“Are you sure they mean you no harm?”

“Yes. They cannot harm me. I promise. Do as I say so I will see you again.”

He grabbed his bagpipes off the ground and clutching them, he turned and sprinted away. She wheeled around, facing her five sisters, who were glaring daggers at her. Her jaw clenched tight.

“Just one?” Tearlag’s face flushed red with anger.

“Where are ours?” Fuamnach set both her hands on her curvy hips.

“You came up here from underhill without even telling us.” Mordag took a step closer to her.

“You don’t even want to share. You picked out one, just for yourself.” Aithbhreac spit her words out.

Eimhear tilted her dainty chin in the air. “Greedy. And you sent him running from us.”

Before Murdina could answer, all five of her sisters said simultaneously, “We can catch him.”

She hated to do it but she had no choice and she had to act now before her sisters killed Cameron. Stretching her arms into the air, she began a spell.

“To stop you, sisters mine

I halt your chase

I cast a spell of time

He’s off at a fast pace

While you freeze in place

Now outpaced.”

She shuddered as a surge of energy racked her body. All five of her sisters stood frozen in place, unable to move.

They’d be furious. She’d never hear the end, but she had to save Cameron. She couldn’t imagine any harm coming to him on her account. She couldn’t imagine any harm coming to him at all. It would break her heart.

Of course, her secret was probably out. As he thought over the events of tonight, it was likely he’d come to realize she was a baobhan sith. Then he’d make sure to never come near her again, afraid she’d drink all his blood. She didn’t want that. Even now she wanted to see him again, and he had left only a few minutes ago.

Her sisters became animated once more. They held up their hands, now transformed to talons, and scraped them through the air in front of her face as if threatening to dig her eyeballs out.

She felt a flutter of fear but remembered herself. “I am your sister. You cannot harm me.”

“Where is he?” Baring her teeth, Tearlag’s eyes squinted in anger.

“Gone.” She tried to stay calm, appear as if she didn’t care. “He is only one. Not enough for all of us.” She set her hand on her hip. “I have been looking for men and found no one on this road but him. They all drive cars now. Few walk anymore. The pickings are not what they used to be.”

“One was better than nothing.” Fuamnach held up one taloned finger and shook it in Murdina’s face.

“No.” Murdina swallowed hard. “It would cause us all to fight over him, then where would we be?”

“Murdina is right.” Mordag nodded. “We need to search for six men. One for each of us.”

Aithbhreac turned to Murdina. “Still, why didn’t you alert us when you found a stone had fallen from the cairn?”

“I came to look around. Make sure the area seemed safe. Humans walk around with cameras, even on their phones, we can’t have those things around proving we exist. They’d be trying to capture us then, instead of the other way around. I saw that man before I could go back and let you know it seemed safe to come out. My hunger for blood caused me to forget about my dear sisters. I am sorry for that.”

“See, she meant no harm.” Eimhear smiled at Murdina. “Come, let us find enough men for all of us.”

The six sisters walked down the deserted road in hopes of finding six humans.

Though they searched all night, the only men who passed drove right by them in trucks, not even noticing the group of beautiful women. Near dawn, by necessity they had to return underhill before the sun rose, as it would burn them all to a crisp. They headed back to the ancient cairn. As long as the fallen stone was not set in place, they would be able to pass through. Like vapor, they each descended through the cairn to their fey abode underhill.

Cameron pounded his feet on the paved road until his legs ached as he ran right up to his door. Panting, he grabbed the knob and wrenched it open. Once inside he turned the lock. Safe inside, he set the bagpipes down and headed to his bedroom.

Had he lost his mind? Did he drink too much at the wedding? It seemed that woman appeared from nowhere. At first he thought he’d imagined her. Flame-hued tresses spilled down a curvaceous body garbed in a long, flimsy green dress from some ancient day. She walked with the sway of a fertility goddess. Her face was creamy, lips red, and even in the dark of night he couldn’t miss the vibrant green of those eyes piercing him. All he could think of were the words from Marie’s Wedding, “Red her cheeks as rowans are, bright her eyes as any star, fairest of them all by far.”

He pulled off his shirt, kilt, socks and shoes. Playing at the wedding and running all the way into town left him with an odor of sweat. He stepped into his shower and turned on the hot water, mixing it with just a little cold. He liked it steamy.

He’d never believed in love at first sight or one-night stands, but the moment he laid eyes on her, his heart pounded and the thought resounded in his mind like an echo, “mine”.

The large showerhead sprayed him with a stream of sultry water, massaging his muscles with wet heat until his flesh tingled. The hard stream of water turned to full strength struck his chest, then ran off in a waterfall, flowing down his cock. He let out a deep moan of pleasure. He should have known she was too good to be true. It would have been better if he had imagined her; instead she was some sort of nut. When she shouted at him to run, she sounded just crazy enough that he did exactly what she said.

He grabbed the smooth, slick cake of sandalwood soap and slid it across his chest and under his arms, working up a soapy lather. The spray of water swept the foam from his body, washing him clean. Heat coiled deep inside him as the image of Murdina’s full breasts bouncing against the fabric of the flimsy green dress, and those long, shapely legs kicking high in a fast rhythm, filled his mind.

Cameron took a whiff of the fresh, spicy, woodsy scent of the soap. Droplets of water fell from his hair as he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a thick, white terry towel from the rack on the wall, he patted his hair and body dry then dropped the wadded towel into the hamper. He walked into his bedroom and crawled under the sheets; he always slept in the nude. He pressed his head against the downy pillow, but his mind wouldn’t rest.

Cameron sat up, plumped the pillow and lay back once more. He shut his eyes. What had those other women, all in green flimsy dresses, wanted with him? Would they really have harmed him? When Murdina yelled run, it seemed a good idea. Taking her home with him seemed a better idea, though apparently that wasn’t an option. He had gotten a kiss, though.

He drew in deep breaths to calm himself so he could sleep. Her skin felt so soft when his hands had slid down it, his palms itched to touch her again. Her lips were as warm, smooth and sweet as hot fudge. He wet his lips with his tongue as he recalled the sensation of holding her in his arms. The pressure in his groin increased as his cock hardened. He shut his eyes and rubbed his forehead, sure he’d go mad if he didn’t have that woman, but he’d left her standing on the road.

Would he ever see her again? Had he imagined her? Maybe he nodded to sleep as he walked back from the wedding. Some people walked in their sleep, though he didn’t think it quite worked that way. Maybe he’d had more wine at the wedding than he thought and gotten drunk without realizing it.

He noticed he’d left the lamp on, no wonder he couldn’t sleep, too bright in here. He climbed out of bed, stepped over to the small bedside table and shut the small lamp off. He opened the single drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant.

And those clothes, how odd, like something the fey would wear. Women in green. He’d heard something about sisters in green suddenly appearing.

He went back to the bed and crawled under the patched quilt. He clutched the tube of KY jelly and thought about the old lore. Wasn’t that how it went, if a stone was knocked aside from a cairn the baobhan sith rise from underhill and hunt for a victim, usually a young man coming from a pub? They dance with him ‘til he’s exhausted, claw him with their talon-like nails, then drink his blood.

He squirted a dab of lube onto his palm, then screwed the top back on before tossing it onto the bedside table. He’d had a long day. He needed to sleep. The woman’s nails were normal though, but it was said only when they were ready for the kill would their nails transform.

He lay down, the soft pillow cradled his head. His erection ached, he couldn’t get the image of her long red hair and shimmering green eyes out of his head. So earthy, lusty and real, how could he think she was fey?

He slid his lubed hand from the base to the head of his cock. Back and forth, he stroked the hard flesh. His erection tingled as his balls tightened with a squeezing sensation. It was madness but his curiosity wouldn’t be stilled. He’d walk back there tomorrow to see if there was a cairn nearby. He gripped the shaft tighter and shook his wrist, quickening the pace. A surge of heat jolted his entire body. He shuddered. His cock jerked and spasmed. Ripples of pleasure coursed through him as he milked a stream of cum from the smooth head of his cock. He let out a deep groan until his cock hung sated once more.

Filled with a euphoric pleasure, he recalled the gleaming eyes and bright smiles of the bride and groom at the wedding earlier that day. So happy. He had thought he would marry Jenny. He dated her all through high school, the two of them inseparable. She went off to college and slept with a guy she met at a party. He didn’t even know she’d cheated on him until she got pregnant and her bulging stomach told on her. She had married the father and moved away. He hadn’t seen her since. Left alone, with his bagpipes and a broken heart, he’d given up on love until tonight. For the first time since Jenny, he longed for a woman who would be true to him. Someone to love.

He’d go tomorrow, see what he could find. Why not? Since he wasn’t working, he had nothing else to do. All the muscles in his body stretched and a floating sensation engulfed him. He turned over to his side and was soon lost in sleep.