Chapter Six

Oh Please Let It Be the Restricted Version!

From: Catch, Curse, Release by Wendy O. Nelson

So bright, totally overexposed, until the world was nothing but white. Then it faded back to reality, and Lori found she was no longer in Oz. She was fairly certain it wasn't Louisiana either, or anywhere else that side of the ocean. Unless it was a really authentic Medieval Times.

Somehow she doubted that was the case. Lori ran to the nearest window and found it overlooked a lovely courtyard, surrounded by a castle wall, then fields and forests beyond that as far as the eye could see. No roads, no electrical towers. No noise from cars or construction.

Lori turned back to examine the room she had appeared in. It was a beautiful bedroom, suitable for a fine lady. "So what am I doing here?" she thought to herself.

Lori walked around the enormous king-size canopy bed and sat at the dressing table, where she could see herself in a mirror which was perfectly situated to light a woman's face using the morning sunlight alone. Lori was now a woman in her mid to late twenties. Lovely features, beautiful reddish-blond hair. She wore only a thin night rail, a loose garment similar to a chemise which was worn as a nightgown during the renaissance. Look it up.

"Okay, I can work with this," she said. Then looking at her adult body she added a small acknowledgement to Wattpad saying, "And thank you for not putting me in a teen fic."

Suddenly the bedroom door burst open. Lori looked up to find the doorway filled side to side with a man of such rugged, warrior manliness as she had never suspected might exist. He had to be six five, with shoulders and chest as big as a Buick. His long, brown hair, which would have fallen well past his shoulders, was now blowing behind him in the breeze from the open window. His jaw was massive, like a concrete pier. And his eyes, an amazing purple flecked with gold like something Lori had never seen before, glared at her like she was a meal set just out of the reach of a chained wolf. If Lori thought she were in danger, the one thing that might save her was the fact he just might not fit through the door.

"Don't you realize what you do to me lass?" he boomed at her in a voice like a velvet-covered hammer. "We're soul mates, you and I. You canna deny it, Lori!"

Lori was so startled she forgot to breathe for a moment. "How do you know my name?" she asked.

"It's always a game with you, isn't it?" he said, his deep bass sending shivers through Lori's entire body. "You've been here, part of my life for only a few days but my every thought begins and ends with your name! Lori Mayer, why do you fight what we both know must be?"

"O – M – G!" Lori thought to herself. This is why Wendy didn't send her home! She had sent her instead into Wattpad's greatest love story. But more importantly, it was a tale of love expressed through some of the steamiest sex scenes of any story, ever! Lori was in Catch, Curse, Release, Wendy O. Nelson's own novel.

"Thank you Wendy," Lori said in a silent prayer. "You know I really needed this!"

Standing from her dressing table, Lori's short shift (another name for a night rail) barely covered her hips. The sight of her long legs obviously stirred something in the massively muscled man.

"Why Eric McKenna, is this what you've been wanting all this time?" she asked, playfully tugging at the ribbons which barely held her medieval garb together. Lori was not usually so bold, but this body gave her a confidence her regular body somehow lacked. As the ribbon came undone the chemise fell from her shoulders, revealing all to the immortal King of Wolfgard. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"Don't toy with me, Lori!" he cautioned as his eyes bulged. Eric was a man in serious distress, battling every instinct. Lori Mayer had refused his advances too many times, and he was at a loss as to what she might do next. "My blood is boiling. I canna be responsible for what might happen if you once again change your mind!"

"Do I look like a girl who is about to change her mind?" Lori asked, indicating her ready, naked form. "We're soul mates. You've convinced me. Now stop wasting time and take me!"

Eric rushed through the doorway like a train through a tunnel, charging toward Lori. Lori's lips leapt to his, bringing the two lovers...

"Ah! Jeez!" screamed Lori. She stepped back, putting her hand to her mouth. "Note to self", she thought. "When your lips are leaping, try to keep the legs out of it."

Eric stood back looking concerned but completely unable to respond in any helpful way, like most guys. Just, looking really hot as he did nothing useful.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Lori replied, feeling her face. "I bumped my tooth on that monolithic jaw of yours. Crap, I think I bit my lip."

Eric stood there, watching stupidly. "Can I do anything?" he asked.

Lori looked at the warrior king, and all thoughts of pain quickly faded. "Kiss it better?" she suggested.

Eric smiled. Holding Lori in his muscular arms, he carefully lowered his lips to hers. Then with all teeth, lips, tongues, and noses accounted for, he pressed his advantage upon her. Lori for her part wrapped her arms around Eric's neck, high above her. Losing her last ounce of control, she climbed that man like a tree.

Eric suddenly found his arms filled with the naked flesh he had craved. He carried Lori, light as a feather to the bed and placed her delicately among the pillows. Then with a speed that suggested some amount of experience, Eric had removed every stitch of clothing and was on top of Lori, kissing her passionately. Except...

"Wait. Wait Eric, could we just..."

"What's wrong now?" Eric asked. "Lori, I told you, you're not goin' to be able to stop this freight train!"

Lori ignored the reference to freight trains which Eric couldn't possibly know anything about. "No, Eric. I don't want to stop. It's just, the sheets are all balled up under my back. Can we just, fix the covers? Please, it'll only take a second."

Eric looked at the beautiful woman beneath him, and sighed. Yes, she was worth the wait. Eric stepped back, allowing Lori to stand. Lori pulled all the sheets and blankets from the bed, dropping them to the floor. Then she spread the king-size sheet, having some difficulty with the unfamiliar bedding. Eric helped her, tucking in the edges along his side, and together they finished making the bed.

"There," said Eric several minutes later as the last pillow was fluffed and set against the headboard. "Is that everything you will require?"

Lori climbed onto the bed and crawled to the middle, cat-like. She lay down and indicated the empty area beside her. "Well, not everything," she said. Eric accepted the invitation and was quickly at her side.

"Is your blood still boiling?" Lori teased.

"I've kept it on a low simmer," Eric told her. "But I think we shall bring it to a rapid boil fairly quickly." Eric reached for Lori, rolling to face her in the bed. He leaned in for a kiss...

"Argh," said Lori, reducing the heat on Eric's blood once more.

"What is it now my love?" Eric asked patiently.

"It's just... I don't know. When I'm on my side like this, I just don't know what to do with the arm stuck underneath, you know? It just feels awkward no matter what I do. It's just sort of wrong, like, blah!"

Eric reached down, and gently moved Lori's offending arm. Opening her hand he placed it strategically against him. "What about here?" he asked, rubbing her hand up and down. "Will this work for you?"

Lori's insides melted like butter. She couldn't speak, but nodded her satisfaction. Eric returned his attention to her lips. He tasted so good, a slow moan welled up from deep within her.

Eric slowly moved his attention from Lori's lips, across her jaw line and down her neck as she grabbed his golden locks, shoving him ever lower. His hands kneaded her naked breasts, preparing them expertly for the onslaught of his mouth and tongue. Then as he moved his lips across her delicate mounds of flesh, approaching her most sensitive region...

"Hey! Uh, wow, hold up!" Lori said. Eric's frustrated gaze was like a bucket of cold water, but Lori couldn't help herself.

"What is it?" Eric asked with what patience he could muster.

I'm really sorry," Lori apologized. "I mean, I love everything you're doing down there. It's all really amazing, I swear. Except I'm just really sensitive in that, you know, general region, and frankly, your face is like a cheese grater. Do you think that, maybe, you could go and shave? Then come right back! I mean, it's really great, except for your sandpaper whiskers on my breasts. Right?"

Eric propped himself on one elbow, staring at Lori for a long time. Eventually he managed to calm himself and said to her, "Lori, do you have any idea what shaving even means in the middle ages? It's not exactly state of the art! If you're expecting Track-3 closeness then you're in for a massive disappointment!"

"Oh," said Lori, thinking. "So what do women do? I mean, how am I supposed to shave my legs? It's just, the weekend is coming up and I'll really be needing..."

"I really don't care right now," Eric told her. "Neither of us is about to step out for a shave!"

"Well, okay," agreed Lori. "Just go easy, okay? Lips and tongue?"

Eric let out a frustrated, heaving sigh, then returned to Lori's breasts.

"Blood still boiling?" Lori asked, hoping to lighten the mood slightly.

"I must admit, it's gotten a bit tepid down there," Eric replied.

Eric did what he could to bring his love back to life, and was soon kissing Lori passionately once again. With no interruptions for a full two minutes, Eric's need to take her, to be one with her, to fill her emptiness overwhelmed them both. Eric reached down, gently parting Lori's legs and positioned himself above her...

"Aaagh!" screamed Lori. Suddenly unaware of anything but her own discomfort Lori began frantically kicking her leg.

"Pins and Needles! Pins and Needles!" she yelled. "Ooh, crap I hate that! Do you know when your leg goes to sleep, and you get that feeling in the bottom of your foot where..."

Lori looked up at Eric. Whatever gleam there had been in his eyes when they first met was gone completely. Eric extricated himself from Lori's legs, heading for the side of the bed.

Lori felt she should say something. Anything. Well, maybe not anything. She knew there might possibly be a correct thing to say, but was fairly certain whatever she came up with would not be it. But she opened her mouth to say something anyway...

Suddenly every door and window burst open, as a half-dozen battle-ready warriors entered the room. "Thank god," Lori thought to herself, somewhat relieved that the awkward scene was finally over.

Half man, half wolf, the attackers could only be members of the Fenrir Wolf clan, here to murder the King of the Wolfgard. Lori pulled the sheet to cover her nakedness, which really wasn't going to help much against swords and claws.

Eric's reaction was much more appropriate.  He leapt from the bed, stopping the first approaching warrior in his tracks as he grabbed him by the throat. In one swift motion he tossed the were-creature against the wall while pulling its sword from its hand. He then parried the sword of the next to reach him, while knocking a third unconscious with a massive fist the size of an Easter ham.

Lori figured this was one disaster too many for her to handle. Eric seemed to have things well in hand without her and so she slipped to the floor, finding her night rail and limping out the open door into the hall (she was still trying to relieve the pins and needles in her sleeping leg)...

Where she found one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen. The other being Eric. "What is with all the gorgeous men in this story?" Lori wondered.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the man asked.

"I'm Lori, and I..." Lori tried to explain as she hurriedly covered herself with the short shift.

"You look like Lori Mayer, but you most definitely are not her!" the man yelled.

"No wait, I'm a different Lori!" she tried to explain. "Are you Desmond? All-powerful love god? See, I think you could help me with this problem I've been having..."

"Away with you witch!" he said to her. "You've caused enough damage here."

Then with a snap of his fingers, Desmond sent Lori falling again toward a black and white swirly thing.

"No, wait! I need your heeeee..."

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A/N: The next author/story may surprise you. Someone unexpected, but an author who I enjoy reading!