The Inner Beast

The rain seemed to have followed him all the way from Trenton, there had only been one dry day during his ride back to Sleepy Hollow. While the Hessian did not curse the baptism of spring rains, he also did not envy all the shining and polishing of brass, armor and sword he would have to do as soon as he was again settled into the dry warmth beside the fire in the girl’s home. He hated polishing brass, he always had, it was his only complaint about leading a soldier’s life. Ah, but the girl! The trudge back through the mud and the rain and the rust spots forming on his brass were all worth it to be with the girl again. If he had not had her to return to, he’d have waited out the showers, stopping to camp and build temporary shelter like he usually did. But no, not this time, he was anxious to get back to her!

Daredevil tossed his head as muddy water splashed his black face from the large puddle he’d cantered through, snorting as if perturbed, but the Hessian urged him onward with firm pressure from his inside leg. “Only three more miles, mein kamerad,” the Hessian called to his mount, patting his horse’s soaked neck. “Three more miles to a dry stable, a warm bed, and she who sleeps within it.”

As if he understood, Daredevil stretched out his neck, elongating his stride and racing faster over the muddy terrain, the Hessian standing in the stirrups, leaning forward with his big hands tangled in the steed’s flowing black mane, his strong arms pulled up and then back again by the swift gait of his horse. The Hessian never dreamed that he would have ever been so eager to return to a woman; for though he’d known his share of lovelies and lovers, none were like the girl. It had been over two weeks since he’d seen her, heard her voice, breathed in the vanilla cinnamon scent on her skin, or felt her touch. And the closer he got to Sleepy Hollow; his need to feel the girl’s touch became greater and greater. Yes, he’d missed the intellectual company of the girl, and the way she rolled her eyes at him whenever he spoke too proudly of himself, and he’d missed the brown bread she baked too, but what he wanted most immediately upon returning to her this time was her beautiful and willing body.

His desire to at once strip off his clothes and lay upon the girl made him glad that it was raining so heavily, for the rainwater rinsed the grime and smell of the fight from him. While he may crawl into bed with her wet, he would also crawl into bed with her clean. Her body would feel so wonderful beneath his again; the girl’s skin was soft and smooth, and her legs and arms would wrap around him, welcoming him home, and welcoming him into her. She would have missed him too, and she would show him how much; twisting, writhing, thrusting her body against his. He could practically feel her doing it now, moving beneath him, moaning sweetly and panting, absorbing his lust for her as he fulfilled her need for him. The Hessian closed his eyes as Daredevil’s hooves hit the trail they’d always taken through the Western Woods, letting his lecherous thoughts take over his mind, and his horse take over for the final half mile of their journey.

He had no real idea of what time it was as he walked from the stable to the garden gate in front of the house, and as he leaned one hand upon the finial of the wooden post and swung his big body over the gate, he didn’t really care. All he wished to know, and did know, was that the girl would receive him, willingly and emphatically. He’d pulled off his long high collared cape before he’d even entered the house, draping it over his arm as he opened the front door, walking briskly through the foyer into the hall, then into the dining room where a fire still flickered in the fireplace. He dropped his soaking cape onto the dining room table, continuing on his way to the girl’s room, but then stopping abruptly and turning back to look at the puddle his cape was leaving on the table. He sighed, thinking how the girl would only rise in the morning, find it and be angry with him for tossing it there and creating white water stains on the wood. Women, he thought to himself, but still smiled, retrieving the cape, and spreading it out over the fireplace hearth to let the fire dry it.

The house was mostly dark, it must have been after midnight, and the girl had gone to bed. Brown bread, dates and Black Cavendish Tobacco had been left for him on the dining room table, but he had another hunger to satisfy. He strode through the warming kitchen and into the stairwell that kept the spiraling stairs that lead up to the girl’s bedroom. He easily took the winding steps in twos, pulling off his gloves and dropping them carelessly behind him as he ascended, noting again that the girl would be a bit miffed at his inattention come morning, but he enjoyed stoking her ire. Whenever her deep blue eyes flashed with female viciousness it made him chuckle, and he enjoyed hearing her again and again saying in exasperation “What am I to do with you, Hessian?” The girl had given him a series of names, and he loved them all: “Tormentor”, “Antagonist”, “Instigator”, “Shameless”, “Ornery” and his very favorite, “Egotist”. Yes, he may have often done things just to watch her roll her eyes at him and sigh with her hands on her hips, but he knew she enjoyed it as much as he did. And, even if she didn’t enjoy it, he still did. Oh but it was so good to be back with the girl again, and he hadn’t even laid eyes upon her beautiful form yet.

His boots and his leathers were off before he was near the doorway of her room, and he’d left a trail of his belongings behind him, fumbling with the straps of his breastplate as he approached her room, having them all undone as he stepped inside. The room was dark and quiet, the girl slept, until the Hessian heaved his heavy breastplate over his broad shoulders and let it drop to the floor with a dense thud.

Cloella sat up, gasping in surprise, reaching for the lantern beside her bed and turning up the light with a look of shock and fear on her face, only to see the now shirtless Hessian standing before her, roaring with laughter. She sighed heavily, her eyes rolling again like they always did whenever her Hessian thought himself clever, and this only made him laugh even more. “You are not amusing, Hessian.” She said flatly, but her heart leaped at seeing him again. Had she been given time to wake up gradually, she’d have run to his arms and kissed him, but he’d startled her awake, and the jolt left her limbs a bit stiff. She was not truly disappointed, for after the way he’d awakened her, the Hessian deserved to wait for a kiss. Still, her brain and body and heart danced a jig of pure glee; the Hessian was home, and she had some dire news to share with him. Her news was of such a magnitude, that she hardly noticed he’d taken off his tunic, and was quickly undoing his belt too.

The Hessian smiled as he dropped his belt to the floor, then began to unfasten the buttons at the seams of his trousers. “I do not mean to amuse you.” He leered, stepping closer to the bed, kneeling upon it as he continued to undo the buttons. “I have missed you a great deal, we have been too long apart.”

Cloella’s body twitched at the smooth and even baritone of his voice, his words making her smile and sit up against him as he pushed his trousers down his strong legs. His huge erection sprang out against her shift-clad belly, and the Hessian grabbed her against his body, kissing her hard and moaning with so much need for her.
“I have missed you as well!” She was only able to whisper as his kiss had stolen her breath, and she was about to let his weight slowly push her onto her back, when she remembered what she must tell him; her urgent and important news. She must slow his lustful advance, for it wasn’t right to keep something such as this from him for even a moment longer. “What time is it?” She suddenly asked, hoping her question would throw him off long enough to sober his sexually deprived body and mind.

“Dark,” the Hessian muttered back, not halting his amorous attentions for a second and pushing her onto her back, kissing her neck and what he could reach of her shoulders and chest due to her shift. His big hands fumbled with the one button at the front which kept the garment closed, and her breasts from his view, but he was in too much of a rush to patiently thread the rounded wooden button back through its loop. He kissed down the girl’s throat again, stopping at where the button was and taking it into his mouth, sawing at the threads that held it in place with his sharp teeth until they severed, and the button came off in his mouth. He promptly turned his head to his side and spit it across the room, pulling her shift open, exposing her breasts, with his hands, and diving into her cleavage with a voracious tongue.

“Hessian!” Cloella moaned, arching her back as he hungrily sucked her nipples, and wrapped her arms around his broad back. His touch and treatment of her nipples seemed ten times more pleasurable as it had before, and while part of her begged for more, her logical half fought to stay the course of telling him her news. Oh but he moaned and growled with so much pleasure from just touching and tasting her, he was like a starved wolf eating out of her hand. Should she really stop him when he had missed her so severely, needed her so badly? Yes, she must, this was the most important announcement of their life together. “Hessian, please, we must talk. I had been so sure I was ill,” she gasped, again lost in the pleasure his mouth brought her by sucking and licking her pink peaks.

“Ill?” The Hessian stopped his ministrations abruptly, looking down at her and for the moment, his passion cooling. Was the girl ill? Is that why she had been trying to resist him? She couldn’t be ill; he would not allow her to be ill; illnesses too often lead to death. He would not lose her. “How are you ill?” He demanded to know; sounding as if he could and would take up a sword against whatever sickness had dared to befall her.

Cloella smiled, laughed a little as she reached up and stroked his face, looking into his ice blue eyes. “No, Hessian. I am not ill. I had only believed I was, but I am not ill.” She said, wanting to be sure he understood.

He had, for he smiled in relief, stroking her hair and kissing her tenderly, but his fire soon rose again, and his head fell between her ample breasts once more, sucking the smooth skin there lightly, wiggling his tongue against it as he pulled the skirt of her shift up her beautiful legs. He sucked and worried her nipples, practically taking her entire breast into his mouth in an effort to ready her sheath for penetration. She would be tight, and he wanted her tightness, wanted her panting breath to brush his neck as she moved with him and against him and dug her nails into his back, begging him for ‘harder’ until the bed threatened to rattle into kindling. Misty beads of his semen emerged from the slit in his big round glans, and he rocked his pelvis side to side, pulling her shift higher and higher until the curls between the girl’s legs nestled his pounding organ against her sweet mound. He wanted to be inside her, deep inside her. Other pleasantries would have to wait for now, he was far to wanton and desirous to be denied having her now.

“Please, Hessian, I must speak with you,” Cloella begged again, but her legs were spreading wide around his body, betraying her attempts to make him focus on conversation. She’d missed him too, missed his body more intensely than she could ever remember. More than a few times she’d awakened near climax and the thought of his huge, hard, hot erection emblazoned in her mind. She wanted him, but still, he must hear her news!

“Later!” The Hessian growled, consumed with passionate anguish as his glans finally felt the warm, moist heat of her inner labia. He thrust bluntly into her pink creases, knowing they would allow him no entry, but needing to feel that silkiness on his cock so terribly. “Later,” he gasped a bit more settled, but still breathless. “My physical need for you is very great, and the scent of your need for me has me in no condition to talk. Relax for me, let me in, and allow me to drown this madness, and then, I swear to you, we shall talk!”

Cloella couldn’t have tried to stop his actions any longer if she’d still wanted too. Her strength and resistance melted as soon as she’d felt the pounding of his glans and shaft within her slippery pink creases. She raised her legs off the bed, her calf muscles squeezing against his hips as her body wiggled involuntarily beneath his weight. The head of his impressive organ dropped lower, pressed to her vaginal opening that was only half the size of the circumference of his throbbing glans; they had been too long apart, the Hessian was right. Still, Cloella’s body dripped with desire for him, dampening her thighs and the sheets. “Later,” she finally agreed, trying to catch her breath as the Hessian kissed her neck, shoulders, chest and breasts with a fury. Her hands stroked through his wet black hair, noticing how cool his white skin was from the rain he’d rode through, her fingers pressing firmly enough to feel the striations of his thick muscles, he was so strong, and she’d always loved feeling that he was. The Hessian groaned again as her fingers kneaded his big shoulders and deltoids, and he arched his back into her touch, but forcing his pelvis closer to hers as he did so. His long thick penis stabbed even more against her wet ring, and Cloella’s body shivered, he was so menacingly big. “Make us one, Hessian!” She cried out to him. “Reclaim me!”

“Madame, with great pleasure!” The Hessian growled; arching his back again and then thrusting his pelvis forward, his plum sized glans bursting her shrunken entrance wide open and allowing nearly the entire shaft behind it to sink into her tight tunnel. Both he and the girl cried out sharply, the tautness, the heat, the way the invasion made her body stretch and made his burn obliterating rational thought. They began moving together in an instant, the girl’s legs wrapped firmly around him as she moaned in unison with the creaking of the bed. The Hessian growled and snarled like the beast he was known to be, breaking up the tenseness that tried to remain in the girl’s body as he plunged his hard rod into her again and again. She was softer than he had remembered, and seemed to be more sensitive to every move he made, like she could again feel every friction, every tremble and thump of the two pounding veins along his shaft. She hadn’t reacted so intensely to his cock inside her since the first time he’d forced it inside her ever, yet this time, she was not suddenly wincing in pain from time to time. She’d raised her legs higher around him, drawing him deeper, moaning and cooing to him, working her muscular canal around his wide shaft, stroking his strong chest and hard nipples as she lay back with her eyes closed, adrift on the pleasure he brought her.

Cloella was not sure what her Hessian did that made this passionate interlude feel so much more intense than others. Perhaps it had just been the amount of time they’d been apart, but as she felt her body begin to dance with tension, she didn’t care. The Hessian was home, and he was bringing her to her point. “Harder,” she gasped to him, for she could feel his organ swelling inside her, pushing against her fleshy walls, and she wanted to feel his hot gush of semen as her body hugged his with her convulsions.

As crazed with lust as he was, the Hessian knew that he could not be as rough with her as he would have liked or she would have liked. Her body, while more than willing and accepting of his great size, was still not ready for his full strength, and as he would be with her for a few days to come, he did not want to make her so sore on his first night back that it dampened and lessoned her sensitivities for the future times when he would take her. Instead, he decided to roll her body almost into a ball, taking her feet in his hands and gently forcing her knees back against her chest, her knees almost touching her chin. Doing so brought her buttocks up against his strong thighs, and shortened the angle he had to thrust into her, making it seem like he was thrusting harder, when in reality, he’d only made her vagina smaller and tighter. The soles of her feet were pressed to his broad chest over his pectoral muscles, guarding him from driving too deep into the compact space he’d rolled her body into, but he could tell that the girl was pleased. Her hands had also come to rest by her buttock, on his thighs, and he could feel her fingernails digging into his skin. He groaned, feeling his erection spasm, his testicles constrict and draw up closer to his body. He steadied his thrusts by gripping the knee of one of her legs and the ankle of her other.

“Hessian,” the girl moaned as if about to slip from his grasp and fall into an abyss, feeling the flexing of his thighs, lower back and buttocks as he pumped into her. Her climax was close, spring loaded within her groin, and she could feel the pounding and fattening of the Hessian’s cock, both were arriving at their point. She wanted him a bit closer, a bit deeper, and she stretched one of her legs straight out between the Hessian’s strong arm and his body, her legs parting wider around him, and giving him a bit more room to thrust into her, and he took it, ramming what would fit into her delicious tight space, growling as she moaned, anxiety, rigidity, lust tearing through their bodies as they begged, searched, waited for release.

Finally it came, like the flash from the muzzle of a musket, Cloella cried out like the banshee some said was recently haunting the Western Woods, and the Hessian growled, groaned, snarled between his clenched pointed teeth, firing a torrential wave of hot semen into her convulsing body, overflowing her even before his pent up spurt had stopped. The girl’s legs drifted down to the bed as she lay in a relaxed and spent puddle of satiation, the Hessian collapsing on top of her, but finding the strength to kiss her as they lay in a huddle, gasping. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and her tongue around his, lengthening their kiss until both pulled away to take a breath. She looked up at him and smiled. “I love you.” She whispered, happy that he was home, happy to again share her body with his, and happy that he was not passed out beside her, for now, she must tell him her news.

“And I you,” the Hessian smiled back, kissing her again and rolling to his back with her above him, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly. “Now, what is it you must speak to me about?”

Cloella beamed, lifting her head from his chest to look him in his eyes. “Do you remember I had said I thought I was ill?”

“But you are not, so, correct?” The Hessian asked, again wanting to be sure.

She laughed. “I am wonderful, Hessian. I am healthy, and I am well, and…” her smile broadened, she traced the outline of his bulky pectoral muscles with her fingertip. “I am with child. You are to be a father!”

The Hessian had once been brained by a mace while fighting somewhere in the Mediterranean, and while the blow had been glancing; it had rattled his skull to the point of him losing consciousness, and being thought dead by all who approached his motionless form. He recalled how all expression on his face and all thoughts had been so suddenly banished from his being when the heavy iron ball had struck him, but even that was nowhere close to the state the girl’s words had knocked him into now. He could not speak, or move, or even breathe. The girl was with child? His child? That had never been an intention of his, or even a consideration. He was going to be a father? And the girl a mother? A child? A child was inside her, growing, even now? How could that be? He of course comprehended the science of it all, but still, the very idea…a child? His child?

The girl was looking down at him with concern beginning to show in her eyes, he knew he must say something, but what? He would not have ever guessed he would be hearing this news from her, and he was so numbed by it. But the girl waited, he could not worry her with his dumbfounded silence; she was to be the mother of his child. “Why?” Oh no, had that really been the word to leave his mouth? He hadn’t intended to say that, but as soon as his lips parted to push forth speech, it had jumped out like a dog after a rabbit.

“Hessian!” Cloella burst out laughing, it was good to hear him say anything, even if it was ridiculous. She had been worried that he would not accept or be happy that she was carrying a baby, and he still may not have been, but she was happy, and she’d looked forward to telling him, even if it may have upset him. However, as she looked into his ice blue eyes, it was not disappointment or anger that she saw; it was fear. She sighed, sitting up on her knees beside him and stroking his angular cheekbones. “I love you, Hessian, and I love our child. There is no reason for you to worry. We are strong, you and I, and so will our child be.”

Her voice and her touch were soothing; he took her hand as he sat up against the headboard of the bed. A million thoughts still raced through his mind: the dangers of the birth, losing the girl, or the child, or both, and then the childhood illnesses, not to mention that he was not a man in a situation conducive to raising a child. But as he looked at the girl, and saw the peaceful and happy expression on her face, and the love in her eyes, for him, and for their unborn baby, his fears and worries subsided. The girl was not so innocent as to not know and have experienced the exact same worries that he did, and yet she was happy with this turn of events, at peace with them. She was right, she was strong, so was he, and together they would teach their child to be strong. The girl would be a wonderful mother, and though bringing children into the world was never something he gave thought to, the Hessian felt his male pride energized at the prospect and proof of his fertility. Yes, the girl was with child! His child! He would be a father! He’d done what man had been created to do! He had created a life within the girl’s body, and he had never felt so intensely powerful in all his life! He smiled and pulled her into his embrace, hugging her tighter than he ever had before, laughing out loud now with renewed emotion and satisfaction.

Cloella laughed too, so pleased that the Hessian finally reacted, and reacted positively as well. She was about to speak, but the Hessian’s hand was quickly pressed to her abdomen, and she laughed again when she looked into his eyes that were intently focused against her belly. She leaned into his hand, letting him feel, though there was nothing to feel, for she’d estimated it had been just over a month. Still, if the Hessian wanted to touch her stomach, she would not stop his exploration.

Admittedly, the Hessian had no idea what it was he was checking for; the girl’s body did not seem any broader than it was when he had left her. He now had a thousand questions. When would the baby come? When had he gotten her pregnant? How had she known? Did she understand what an unexpected surprise this had been for him? Did she know how much he loved her, and how eagerly he waited to meet their child? Was she feeling all right? Was the child causing her to feel sickly as he knew sometimes happened? What would the child be? And suddenly, that’s when it occurred to him, and the Hessian grinned widely, every sharp tooth exposed. “A son!” He shouted mightily, his voice echoing through the otherwise empty house.

Cloella laughed, but rolled her eyes anyway, knowing from the Hessian’s grin he was again impressed with himself. “Or a daughter.” She smiled.

He looked back up at her face with a furrowed brow. “A what?” He asked, but then burst out laughing when her eyes again rolled at him. He gathered her into he arms again, kissing her several times. “Nein, it does not matter. As you have said, it will be strong, and that is what I want most.”

Cloella smiled, leaning back against his muscular body, laying her head against his chest as the Hessian softly kissed her temple. She was so contented to be carrying the child of the man she loved, the Hessian’s child. She wondered and hoped that the baby would have his striking blue eyes, and if were a boy, his great strength and stature, but if it were a girl, that her father’s courage, will and determination were in her blood. She and the Hessian were truly bonded now. “This completes us.” She smiled as he kissed her. “You and I are joined forever now.” She said, as she intertwined her fingers with his.

Her last words rang inside his head, and the Hessian stopped kissing her for a moment, deep in thought. Yes, they had created a child, half of him and half of her, and they were joined in that respect, but perhaps that was no longer enough. Perhaps, another union was now called for. “You should get your rest,” he whispered to her, kissing her once more on her forehead, and gently laying her down beside him, stroking her red hair as he also lay down. Actually, it was he who should rest; for he now knew he would have to rise early in the morning. “And should I be gone when you wake, do not worry, for I shall return soon.” He wrapped her in his arms, and she pressed a kiss to his chest, over his heart. “And after I return, ‘forever’ shall truly have its commencement.”