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Kelpie Boyfriend: Ciaran (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-01-19 21:00:59 +0000 UTCYour grandfather was a secretive man, had been all his life. He often vanished for days at a time, sometimes months, only to return with some sort of fortune on his hip. He used to have all sorts of stories for how he came up with the money, but no one ever believed him. It was just the belief of the family he was a gambler and wouldn’t come home without the jackpot.
So when he died it was kind of a shock, everyone had figured he would always die during one of his trips and never come home. But he died at home, in his bed. People came out of the woodwork then, and not in the good way. Lots of relatives who had written him off showed up, hoping for a piece of his jackpot. You and your brother were worried about this, but you knew the will was ironclad, your grandfather had made sure of that after your grandmother died. What he did with his will was the only concerning thing.
To your surprise, your grandfather left everything to you and your brother. He left each one of his properties, which you had no idea about, as well as sharing his savings right down the middle. You were glad your new place was out of the way, because already the relatives were beginning to swarm. So you and your brother left one night, heading to your property which your grandfather called the Loch House.
The place was hidden, going down an overgrown road to get to it, which turned into rough dirt. The Loch House was built on stilts near the water’s edge. There was even a marker for where to park the car so the water from the late never reached it. The Loch House looked nice, but it was evident the place needed repairs and remodeling. It looked like your grandfather only ever used the place to fish from the porch.
Your brother decided he should go see his property as well, just in case. If it needed work, he wanted to get started on it now. He helped you to get started on renovations and a few days after meeting with the crew, he left to go to his new place. You’d not lived alone since you and your brother moved in together to help take care of your grandfather, so it was a bit strange being in the place alone.
You started cleaning and going through the house. Everything was so out of date and you had brought only the bare necessities with you. Luckily, with the money your grandfather left you, you had made a giant online order for decorating. You packed up things into boxes and began taking them down to your car. You were already cursing the stairs, but all this up and down was making it worse.
Sitting down on the bottom stair, you take a breather before you have to go up again. You sigh heavily, looking out over the lake that stretches before your house. That’s when you see him, a tall gangly fellow, slightly slouched, with long dark hair, looking up at the house, nearly hidden by one of the beams. Jumping up in alarm, you prepare yourself to run upstairs.
“Hello?” Your voice squeaks.
The man turns, looking pale and exhausted. He tilts his head to the side. “Hello?”
You swallow and take another step up. “Are you one of the contractors?”
He looks around, blinking slowly. His hair looks very wavy and shiny, falling off his shoulder into clumps of joined curls. “Nah, I live nearby.”
You take another step going up. “Wasn’t aware there were neighbors nearby.”
He yawns, covering his wide open mouth with his long, lanky hand. “Close enough. It’s been a while since someone was here.” He scratches at his cheek. “Got curious was all.”
You still felt nervous about this stranger on your property. “Well I am kind of busy. Maybe we can talk more another time.”
He looks up at you and the sun catches his eyes, making them sparkle bright green. “Do you know Stanley?” He asks.
You stop from moving up and look back at the gangly man. “Yeah,” you say in surprise. “He was my grandfather. How did you know him?”
“Was?” He turns more towards you. “That’s not good. What happened?”
“Passed away,” you say simply. “So how did you know him?”
The gangly man sighs and puts his hands into his pockets. He has poor posture, slouching as if he’s too tall for the world. “Knew him when I was young. Sometimes he let me spend my summers here when my family was too-” He drifts off, looking out towards the water. “Well, I kept the place safe for him anyways while he was away. It’s been a while since I last heard from him.”
“Oh,” you take one step down. “Was there anything in the house that was yours then? I’m cleaning out and getting rid of things.”
“Nothing really, most of that stuff was there when he won the place.” He blinks slowly, almost as if his eyelids were too heavy. “I’m Ciaran, by the way.”
You introduce yourself and smile shyly. “Nice to meet you. Wait, what do you mean he won this place?”
“He won a fight. Wrestled someone and beat them.” Ciaran shrugs. “Pretty normal.”
“No,” you scoff.
Ciaran smiles. “For your grandfather it was. Well, have fun making your castle a home.” He then taps his ear. “I have pretty good hearing, if you ever need anything just whistle.”
This guy was kind of cute, but in a sort of Tim Burton way. “Yeah sure.”
He waves with his long fingers then turns and walks along the shore. You go back inside, locking the door behind you just in case. You continue clearing out the house, finding things shoved into closets and corners. You then start to move the mattress in the master bedroom, and when you take it off the frame, you find money shoved all underneathe it.
“Jeeper creepers Gramps,” you huff. “Winning houses in fights, money under mattresses. What sort of shit were you doing?” You gather up the money, shoving it into a plastic bag. You then move the box spring and find metal boxes all underneath the bed.
You scowl as you look at them, counting at least ten. “I swear to god is this is all gold-” You pull out one, finding it heavy, but not gold heavy. Inside was film, unprocessed film. It had been years since you’d seen those little canisters and weed hadn’t been inside them.
“Please don’t let there be nudes on these,” you grumble to yourself. You research where you can send the film to have it processed and find that a nearby pharmacy will send them off and have the film back within a week. You send in the first box full of film, paying with the mattress money.
Once work begins on the place, you spend time outside picking out a spot for a garden. There’s a place near the parking area where you figure the rising water wouldn’t be too awful for plants. You had found some tools in the house, so you figured now would be as good a time as any to start a new garden.
“I just saw a fukcing horse in the lake!” You hear one of the construction crew blurt from a window.
“What?” One of the others shout from below. You turn and look back to see one of the younger members hanging out the cut out window.
“A horse! In the lake!” He swings his arm towards the water. “I saw it! Big black horse! It was all in the water, swimming around and shit!”
“How fucking high are you?”
“Not much! That's what’s freaking me out!”
“Dude, shut the fuck up, the lady with the money is right over there. In fact, go home. I don’t want you screaming every five minutes about the easter bunny.”
You look out back out to the lake, seeing ripples in the water but nothing to suggest a horse could have been out there. I don’t think I’d even seen cows anywhere near here, just the terrifying creature known as the goose.
The next day as you’re getting up to have coffee, the sheets of plastic on the windows are flapping from the breeze. You go outside onto the porch, happy to see the repairs made to it. As you’re pulling out a chair to have a sit, you hear splashing. Looking over the railing, you see signs of something having just been in the water. The surface is choppy and there are bubbles rising from below. You hold your coffee with both hands and look around, shocked but trying to justify it as a catfish, or a goose making a kill. You go back inside regardless.
You got out to pick up the developed film and are so excited to see the pictures you start going through a packet in your car. At first, the images are just blank, completely black with maybe a red streak in the background. The more you go through though, the more an image becomes clear. You see the sun in the background rising, and with it, there is a silhouette rising from the black. It looks strange and thin, with long stringy things hanging off the top of its head. Then, in the finale image, you see a flash of white teeth as it lunges for the camera.
“Motherfucker, Gramps,” you whisper.
You go back home, seeing the crew has starting putting in the new windows. You go to the porch where there is no one, and begin going through the rest of the developed film. The next pack is of your grandfather standing beside something big and hairy. Then goes to your grandfather holding up what looks like a baby sea monster.
“Hello up there!”
You nearly spill the photos and jump up. Looking over the edge, you see Ciaran below. “Oh, hi again,” you wave to him.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he chuckles. “I mean-” He looks at his bare arm. “Not far off, so I apologize if I spooked you.” You stuff the photos back into the bag. “No, it’s okay.”
“I was just wandering around and heard all the commotion.” He looks off to the side where they’re hauling off the old windows.
You then remember that Ciaran said he knew your grandfather, maybe he knew something about these pictures. “Can you come up?” You ask him.
“I don’t know, can I?” He snickers lamely at his own joke. “Never mind. Yeah.”
You stand in a place where the construction crew can see you, but they wouldn’t be privy to the conversation. Standing next to Ciaran for the first time, you finally get to take in just how tall he really is. He must be well over six feet, and he is indeed too tall for the world.
“I found some film under my grandfather’s bed-” You start.
“No nudes I hope.”
You suddenly smile. “That’s what I said! But-” You shake your head. “No, no nudes.” You show him the picture of your grandfather holding the baby sea monster. “There are tons of photos with my grandfather near things that look like monsters.”
Ciaran looks over the picture and scratches his chin. “He was always doing weird things like this.”
You look up at him and frown. “Like what?”
Ciaran looks back at the crew. “Can I talk to you later? Being around people makes me nervous.” He hands you the picture. “I’ll come by later when it’s quiet.”
You place the photo back into the packet. “The water will be up then.”
“That’s fine. I prefer the water anyways.” He heads to the stairs before turning back and looking at you. “It’s nothing bad, by the way.” He goes down and leaves like the other day.
Once it starts to get dark out, the construction crew packs up and leaves for the day. You sit out on the porch, still going through photographs. You hear splashing again, and you look over the railing to see something coming up from the water. Long black hair floats to the surface, creating a void there on the water. Then you see ears, and then a horse rises from the depths.
You gasp and the horse looks up. “Hello there.”
You just stand there, jaw unhinged and eyes wide open.
The horse steps from the water, looking thin and gangly, sharp edges poking out along the rib cage, the legs look skeletal. It shakes off and it’s long black hair drags like a veil down its head and tail. It vanishes under the porch. You race to the other side, but when you get to the stairs, you see Ciaran making his way up. He pushes his long wet hair out of his face and smiles.
“I feel like I keep scaring you.”
You just stare at him. “The horse-” You whisper.
“See, that’s part of what I need to explain.” He stand at the foot of the stairs and smiles shyly. “I’m a Kelpie.”
You furrow your brow. “Kelpie?”
Ciaran nods. “Your grandfather saved my mom, you see. Helped her give birth to me.” He rubs the back of his head. “He did that for lots of us.”
“Who is us?” You ask unsurely.
“Monsters, your grandfather was a cryptozoologist.” He smiles shyly at you. “Mind if I come up?”
You let him up and he tells you the full story. Your grandfather had been all over the world, first hunting out monsters, but then slowly turning to protecting them. He talks about how your grandfather had to keep it secret, or it could have wound up hurting his family. He tells you daring exploits and tall tales your grandfather had been through.
“He kept all those photographs as proof.” He then takes out the picture of the black silhouette with teeth. “Wow, guess there was a picture of my dad.”
You look at him, still confused and letting everything sink in. “Your dad?”
“The asshole, as my mother called him,” he sighs. “My mom is human, but my dad, well-” He frowns at the picture. “My mom told me she had loved him, but he became scary and possessive, so she had to run.”
“I’m sorry.”
Ciaran chuckles. “Doesn’t hurt me none. I never met the bastard. Thanks to your grandfather, we were able to stay safe.” He looks out over the lake. “He gave me the lake, and he helped my mom build a new life here. She married my step-mom when I was young, so I always had a pretty good family.” He shuffles through the pictures again and shows you one of a strange serpent-like creature hanging from the trees. “That’s my step-mom. She’s really nice, makes good bread.”
“Ah-” I lean back and hold my head in my hands.
“I know it must be a lot,” he sighs. “He really neer said anything?”
“We all just assumed her was a gambler,” you grumble. “Not some...Indiana Jones with monsters. I didn’t even think monsters were real!” You sit up and look him dead in the eye. “My brother has a place that’s a few towns over. Do you know Hearthway Hollow?”
“Sure, I knew he had a hunting cabin down that way.” He then glances back up into the night sky. “It’s getting late.”
“I can’t sleep.” You stand up from your seat. “I’m going to make coffee. Want any?”
“Sure, sounds nice.” Ciaran stands and follows you into the kitchen. He looks around the place and the remodeling you’re having done while you set up the coffee pot.
“You don’t have to stay, you look tired,” you sigh.
“Oh, that’s just my face.” He picks up a picture you had brought of you, your brother, and your grandfather on a roller coaster, taken during a summer he surprised you both with a vacation. “Its funny, I never even knew he had grandkids. Just knew he had family somewhere out there.”
You shovel ground coffee into the filter. “What was he like here?”
“Funny,” Ciaran says. “Goofy. He was never too serious except when he had to be.”
You sigh with relief. “Good!”
He looks back up, setting the picture down on the table. “Good?”
“I was worried for a second,” you sniffle. “That he was faking things around us.”
Ciaran comes up to the counter and leans over it to smile at you. “He used to tell me jokes. Helped me learn to like the other side of myself.”
“He used to watch cheesy chick flicks with me, because no one else would. I grew up in a house with only guys, him, my dad, my brother. So he took the time to make sure I didn’t feel left out by it.” You wipe your eyes as you smile. “I miss that.”
“I like chick flicks,” Ciaran says.
Days go by, the house is remodeled. Ciaran has become a constant fixture, coming around often, sharing stories about your grandfather, listening to your stories as well. You’ve begun to really like him, and your time with him means something more.
The remodelling project is slowing down, nearly coming to an end. One afternoon, as you’re coming home from picking up more developed film, you see Ciaran in his Kelpie form, standing at the shore. You set the bag of film on the stairs then walk up to him.
“What’s this?” You ask with a smile.
“Let me take you out into the lake,” he says.
You shake your head. “Oh! I see!”
His ears stand on end. “See what?”
You wag your finger. “I read up on what kelpies are.” You click your tongue. “You’re gonna drag me to my death as soon as I get on your back.”
His mouth opens wide and he gasps. “No! I would never! Half Kelpie, remember? Only half!”
You giggle and grin. “You had to realize I’d have to look up Kelpies.”
“But I’m really not gonna-” He huffs and comes up to you. “This was supposed to be romantic, not murderer.”
You stop laughing. “Romantic?”
He looks down at you and his ears twitch. “Yeah. Like a date.”
“I was only teasing. I never would have thought you would-” You swallow back the lump in your throat. “Really? A date?”
Ciaran tilts his head to the side and flicks his long tail. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah of course,” you say hesitantly. “But uhm-” You purse your lips as you try to word what you want to say.
“What’s the matter?” He leans his head down closer to you, his long hair falling down in his face.
You reach up, moving his hair aside and tucking it back. “The idea of going into the water like that makes me a little-” You look down as you pull your hand back.
A pair of hands take hold of yours and Ciaran smiles warmly at you when you look up. “We don’t have to go into the water. I guess after reading up on Kelpies it would make you a bit nervous.”
“It’s not that exactly,” you say with a soft smile. “But thank you. I can make us something for dinner though.”
Ciaran’s smile brightens. “That sounds good too!”
You invite him up and he sits at the counter while you cook. He looks sleepy, but he keeps his focus on you, watching you, telling you bad jokes. You feel bad for not going along with his date idea, but right now, while the relationship was fresh, you wanted to stick to things you knew before you dove further with Ciaran.
“All ready.” You announce when you finish plating the meal. “Nothing special. I’m not a fancy cook or anything.”
“Looks good to me.” Ciaran smiles up at you. “Thanks for the treat.”
You sit beside him at the counter. “If you wanna call quick pasta a treat.”
He dips down, kissing your temple. “For me it is.”
Your cheek grow rosy red and you smile goofily down at your plate. After dinner, you watch movies together. Ou start out on opposite ends of the sofa, moving closer and closer until you’re curled up against Ciaran with your legs in his lap. Midway through the movie, Ciaran falls asleep, resting his cheek on your head. You leave him to sleep on the sofa, tucking him in with a cozy blanket before you go to bed.
In the morning, you wake up and Ciaran is still asleep on the sofa. His long and gangly legs and draped over the back and off the side. His arms are skimbo with one hanging above his head. He sleeps peacefully though, his long hair splayed out all over the pillow. You walk over to him, watching him sleep for a moment and realizing how pretty he is. Long, spindly limbs, rakishly thin, he might as well be a copy of Ichabod Crane, but there is just a beauty to him.
His long lashes flutter and he sighs heavily. Rubbing his eyes he wakes and looks up at you. “Where am I?”
“You fell asleep last night so I just let you be. Coffee?”
He stretches and yawns, joints popping all over. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I was having a good time.” He rubs his eyes again as he sits up.
You smile shyly. “It’s okay, really.”
Ciaran looks up at you and pouts. “I had plans though. I wanted to kiss you goodnight and stuff.” He rubs the back of his head, smoothing out his hair.
Your cheeks grow warm. “You could kiss me good morning.”
His pale cheeks turn a soft lilac color. “What about morning breath?”
“Up to you,” You chuckle.
Ciaran chuckles softly and holds his hand out to you. “May I?”
You dip down, closing your eyes. His fingers brush along your jaw and he places a soft kiss to your lips. It’s almost too brief but he comes back, more eager. He sighs dreamily, pulling back as you open your eyes.
“I must still be dreaming,” he whispers.
“I’ll go make coffee,” you giggle.
You have a few more dates with Ciaran, taking things easy. You both enjoy staying in, so you’re often at your place, watching movies and hanging out. Bit by bit, you both open up more. Ciaran enjoys cuddling and being near you, he loves being touched and hugged. One night, you never even watched the movie, you just made out until the movie turned off.
“I should go,” he pants, pushing his hair back.
You’re pinned under his body, but you have him locked in your arms. “If you have to.”
“Don’t have to just…” He kisses you again. “I don’t want to fall asleep on you again, or stay awake all night.”
Your face burns at the insinuation. “You can stay the night. Have a sleepover.”
He smiles. “I want to, believe me. But I know you want to take things slow and I want to behave like a good boy.”
You giggle. “We can just sleep. Doesn’t have to lead to anything.”
Ciaran kisses you again. “You’re very right. It would be nice to wake up and cuddle in the morning.”
You chase after his kiss, but he gives you a small peck. He then rises, helping you up. “I’ll get a shower, you can go ahead and tuck in for the night.”
“Sounds good. Do you have a hair tie I could borrow for my hair? Easier to sleep in a braid than wake up and deal with a bird’s nest on my head.” Ciaran follows you to the bedroom where you point to a pile of hair ties on your dresser. You then gather your pajamas and get your shower. When you come back, Ciaran is laying in bed on his back, eyes closed and looking so beautiful.
You crawl into bed and lay down, turning so you can see him. You smile and closed your eyes. “Good night.”
“Good night,” he says sleepily.
Come morning, you’re cuddled up to Ciaran’s back with your feet tucked between his thighs for warmth. He’s holding your hands to his chest while he still dozes. You smile happily, enjoying being the big spoon. You smell his hair and kiss the back of his neck softly.
“Careful,” he whispers.
“Does it tickle?”
Ciaran turns his head to look back at you. “In too good a way. Sleep well?”
You nod and snuggle back against him. “Did you?”
“Too good.”
You kiss his neck again and when he moans you feel emboldened. You kiss more, opening your lips and dragging them as the kisses grow harder. Ciaran breathes deeply, clutching your hand tighter. “Careful,” he whispers again.
“Ciaran,” you breathe into his ear.
He turns and looks back at you with a serious gaze. “You sure?”
You nod. “Only if you are too.”
Ciaran sits up, moving so he’s on top of you. He looks down at you, eyes trailing along your face and down your body. “If we do this,” he breathes, “will you go swimming with me afterwards?”
You stroke your hands up his bare chest. “Of course.”
He takes a deep breath then smiles. He dips down, kissing you softly, moving his lips along your jaw. He runs his hands under your shirt, pushing it up until your breasts spill out for him. He stares at you, eyes becoming lidded as his breath shudders.
You bite your lip and shrug up yours shoulders. “They’re a bit saggy.”
Ciaran cups one, pushing it up and squeezing it. “Not when I hold them.” He cups the other in his hands. “So warm, so soft.” He kisses between them, moaning against your skin.
You whimper softly, breathing deeper as his hands make you tingle.
“Mine aren’t big at all,” Ciaran teases. “I know I’m all bone.”
You open your eyes and sit up, pressing kisses to his chest, his pronounced ribs. “You’re still very pretty,” you murmur. “Your skin is very soft.” You kiss down his sunken belly and his hand slips under your chin.
“I should warn you about something before we go further,” he gulps. “I want to, and I think you want to as well, but my anatomy below the belt-” He says nervously.
“What’s the matter?”
Ciaran frowns and looks away. “It’s just that I...being part Kelpie...this is so mortifying to say out loud.”
You look down at his lap then back up at his face. “Is it shaped differently?”
“You could say that,” he clears his throat. “I just don’t want to scare you with it. It’s not something I want to come across as bragging, but it’s kind of...big.”
“Oh, horse cock?”
Ciaran’s face burns a dusty rose color and he covers his face with his hands. “Don’t say it like that! I both want to laugh and cry!”
“I’m sorry!” You gasp. “Uhm-” You think for a moment. “Can I see it then? If it’s too much there’s still lots we can do together?”
Ciaran exhales slowly. “You sure?”
“Lay down,” you say lovingly.
He lays on his back, wiggling from his pants and underwear. He then looks away shyly as you kneel beside him. His cock lays against his thigh, quite large but still soft. It’s mottled pitch black and pink and the head is flattened and tilted. There are ridges along the bottom and a flared circle near the base. It’s certainly big even in this turgid state.
You kiss his hip, moving so you straddle his thigh. You then slowly rub your palm along his shaft and Ciaran whimpers softly.
“It’s okay, nothing to be afraid of.” You can feel him getting harder as you stroke. “It’s actually kind of pretty.”
He chuckles nervously. “You think?” He looks up at you.
“I do.” You take him in both hands as he begins to rise up. “You’re getting really warm.” You look down at his cock. “Does that feel good?”
“Dragging a bit but-” he moans. “I like you touching me.”
You dip down, licking his shaft gently. He moans louder, jaw hanging open. He certainly is getting longer, but his thickness doesn’t change. You kiss his tip, licking around the flat tip.
“Come here,” Ciaran pants. “Come here.” he waves his hand to you. “Sit on me.”
“What?” You sputter.
“It’s only fair,” he says with a soft smile. “Put your legs above my head.”
You feel burning hot all over. “I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“I can breathe underwater, so it doesn’t bother me.” he chuckles. “Don’t worry about me. Come on. It’s only fair.”
Slowly you place yourself above him, he rubs his hands up your legs, easing you down upon his face. His lips kiss your thighs and then your mound. You breathe shakily then dip down, kissing his cock. You lick along his shaft, his tongue pushes between your mound. You gasp, he moans. You drag your lips down the side of his shaft, he uses his fingers to pen your more. You’re grow delirious with each touch, you try to keep up with him. You take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, he eases his fingers inside you. You feel his thighs begin to tremble. You stroke him faster, feeling his pulse race through the shaft. His kisses and touch became more intense below, you feel his moans, his ragged breathing. His fingers squeeze tight into your thighs and you start to lose your breath. Your lashes flutter and you buck your hips, rubbing against his face. He moans deeper and then, both of you erupt.
Your eyes are blurry as you lick him from your cheeks, swallowing him down. You move slow, falling off him and laying at his side, your cheek on his thigh. Ciaran continues to spurt until he goes soft. He chuckles giddily and helps you to sit up. He kisses you, laying you back down on the bed and nuzzling between your breasts.
“That was-” you whisper. “Oh wow.”
“Thank you.” He kisses your cheek. “I was worried, but you made me feel so safe.” He smiles.
“Nothing to be worried about. I was happy to-” You giggle again. “It was fun, thank you.”
“After breakfast, I can’t wait to take you swimming,” he breathes. “I can’t wait to show you my world.”
