by Sable Sylvan
The wedding and the reception went off without a hitch, every bride’s dream, and the good food and good dancing was only matched by the good company: Eleanor had made many friends at her new college and stayed in contact with her friends from work and her side of the aisle was filled with her many fast friends who all helped make her day special.
The only scandalous thing was Aspen getting down on his knee to take Eleanor’s garter off with his teeth before he threw it out into the crowd. A tall bear shifter caught it and with his eyes on his human girlfriend, he lifted his own curvy woman into the air so she could catch Eleanor’s bouquet of white roses.
Aspen and Eleanor walked out the double doors of Asher Manor together and hopped into a limousine together, their friends and family waving as the limo drove away. “You know, I still don’t know where you’re taking me,” said Eleanor as they pulled up to the airport.
“Trust me, you’re going to love it,” said Aspen. “You do trust me, right...Mrs. Asher?”
“I frikkin’ married you, I better trust you,” said Eleanor, cuddling next to Aspen. “But I’m going to look ridiculous in a plane wearing a wedding dress.”
“You think I’m going to take you somewhere in a regular public plane?” asked Aspen with a raised eyebrow. “Try private jet, just the two of us.”
“No frikkin’ way,” said Eleanor. “Aspen, that’s too much.”
“I’m a billionaire, baby,” said Aspen. “Get used to this.”
“I feel like I won’t ever get used to this,” said Eleanor, looking out the window at the huge black plane which had a brown bear paw mark on it that was easy to miss: the Asher family sigil.
“If you were the kind of woman that would get used to this, I wouldn’t be in love with you,” said Aspen. “You appreciate this, Eleanor, and I appreciate you.” He pulled his wife in for a kiss and pressed his lips against hers, exploring her mouth as the limo driver chuckled and pulled up the divider between the driver’s seat and the passengers.
“I’ve never met a man like you, Aspen,” said Eleanor as Aspen helped her out of the car. “That’s why I married you: you’re caring and kind, and protective. Nobody’s ever protected me before.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you ever again,” said Aspen, as he swooped Eleanor up into his arms. The porters carried the luggage into the private plane and Aspen carried Eleanor past the seats that were ready for them to the back of the plane where there was another room, which he opened: inside was a large heart-shaped bed, red, with satin sheets and matching pillows, and the bed was sprinkled with roses in the shape of another heart within the heart shape of the bed.
“No frikkin’ way,” said Eleanor with a gasp. “Aspen, how did you pull this one off?”
“I couldn’t wait any longer to have you,” said Aspen as he gently placed his blushing bride down onto the bed, her white skirts surrounding her like an angel’s dress. “There was no way I’d last ten hours without having you, Eleanor, while having to look at how gorgeous you are in your beautiful gown.”
“So your solution is to get me out of the gown?” asked Eleanor, looking at Aspen from head to toe. He was the man that she’d fallen in love with the night they first formally met, but he was also the first man she’d fallen in lust with, and she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
“That’s damn straight,” said Aspen. “I have half a mind to shift and rip this suit to shreds if it means getting out of these clothes faster...but I know how much you like this on me.”
“You’re every bit the bear you were the first day we met,” said Eleanor, running her hand down Aspen’s chest and loosening his tie as Aspen slid off the suit jacket and slipped off the rest of the parts of his suit. Eleanor undid his belt and unzipped his pants zipper, feeling her husband’s wanting even through the fabric.
Eleanor took Aspen’s manhood into her hands and felt its girth. “You’re already close,” she said, looking up at Aspen.
“Of course I am: I’ve been in the presence of the most gorgeous woman in the world for the whole day, and been unable to rip her clothes off and mate her,” said Aspen with a growl. His eyes flashed and Eleanor knew that while Aspen was in his human form, it was definitely the bear that was talking and controlling him.
“You sure you’re not just saying that because I’m your fated mate?” asked Eleanor.
“Honey, if you weren’t my fated mate, I would’ve stopped looking anyway, because I’ve never had a woman as beautiful as you before,” said Aspen roughly, saying the word ‘honey’ as if it was a curse word. “I want that. So spread your damn legs, or I’ll have to spread them for you.”
“Maybe I’m feeling a bit...tired,” joked Eleanor, scooting up the bed and flashing Aspen a look at her panties before she closed her legs again.
“Uh huh, tired,” said Aspen, his eyes glowing for a split second as his bear roared, frustrated with the games that human women played. Meanwhile, the man was stripping all the way down to his tight boxer briefs before sliding up the bed to lie by Eleanor. “I think you mean...wet.” Aspen ran his fingers along Eleanor’s thighs, squeezing until he reached the space where her thighs met her hips, and he pressed into the crevice with one finger and pressed up and against her lips and felt her juiciness.
“Of course I’m wet, I’m with the most handsome man in the world,” said Eleanor. “I guess the real question is...what’s he going to do about it?”
“What do you wanna do to me?” asked Aspen, and Eleanor licked her lips: she had one thing on her mind, and it was knocking Aspen’s socks off. She lowered herself on the bed and Aspen propped himself up so his back was on the curved headboard of the bed, and Eleanor lowered Aspen’s pants, exposing his long, hard shaft. She took it in her hands and rubbed up and down, gently, as Aspen’s body already started to instinctively buck from the stimulation.
Eleanor placed her lips on the shaft. “Don’t, it’s too dangerous,” said Aspen. “I thought you were going to ride me...but honey, if you start sucking my cock, I have no guarantee that you won’t end up choking on my massive load.”
“Do you have a better idea?” asked Eleanor, lying down next to Aspen again.
“I want to make you feel as happy as you’ve made me feel...and to do that, you won’t need this dress on,” said Aspen roughly as he took off Eleanor’s veil, which was mounted on a headband, tossing it to the floor. “Slip it off.”
Eleanor giggled. “You have no idea how wedding dresses work, do you? I can’t just slip it off...I need help taking it off.”
“So how do I take it off?” asked Aspen, turning Eleanor over so she was on her back.
“Unzip the back, undo the front and side buttons, there’s the sash, oh, and – ” Eleanor was interrupted by Aspen pushing her down and sliding a hand under her dress. He grabbed the neckline with his hands and pulled it down and out, hard, as if he was opening a salmon’s belly, exposing Eleanor’s bra, which was light blue like her eyes.
“More frikkin’ layers?” cursed Aspen. “Well, I know what do about those.” He reached into the center of the bra and pulled it, hard, and split the undergarment in two along the center, exposing Eleanor’s breasts. He took one into his hands and rolled the nipple with his tongue, savoring the flavor of Eleanor’s skin.
“Oh, Aspen,” moaned Eleanor. “I want you, so badly.”
While Aspen sucked on Eleanor’s nipples, he tore the wedding dress fabric down further, popping buttons and ruining seams, until Eleanor was left in layers of petticoats. Aspen pulled them down roughly, tearing most of them in the process, until he had found what he was looking for, the honeypot.
Aspen moved down and pressed his lips against Eleanor’s pussy and tasted her. “Your body’s amazing,” he said as he felt himself grow even harder, the bear in him unable to choose between sipping the delicious honey or sticking its dick in the honey pot.
Aspen licked at Eleanor’s pleasure nub while he used his middle and ring finger to press into her, r
ubbing her thighs with his other hand. The sensation of the wedding band turned Eleanor on and once Aspen licked her clit with his hot tongue, all bets were off: Eleanor held her new husband’s head to her nether regions, lifting her legs up to allow his bear access to her honey pot as Aspen turned into a pig shifter, going absolutely hog wild on the musky sweetness.
Eleanor’s wetness pulled Aspen in tightly and as Eleanor’s parts twitched, Aspen’s shaft twitched in kind, even more swollen than it was when Eleanor had first felt it. Aspen couldn’t resist any longer: he slid up and pressed the head of his shaft on Eleanor’s entrance. “Tell me how much you want this, Mrs. Aspen Asher,” ordered Aspen.
“I want that dick...Mr. Asher,” said Eleanor, running her hands down her husband’s chest as she slipped out of the scraps of wedding dress covering the romantic red bed. Eleanor started pushing the bits of fabric off the bed and onto the floor while Asher ran his hands over her body, feeling her every gorgeous curve in his hands, the plushness driving him wild with desire.
“Tell me you want this,” said Aspen, pressing in and giving Eleanor the whole head of his shaft, opening Eleanor up. He had to hold the back the bear inside as he entered Eleanor, as he wanted to take her then and there, hard, but he knew that human lovemaking was not as raw and as primal as the shifters: human women didn’t have heat, they could take a dick any time, but they needed gentleness, tenderness, before they got to the main event.
Eleanor couldn’t believe how thick Aspen’s cock’s head was: he’d never been this big before, but he was the horniest he’d been in his life, and she leaned back, biting her lip as she took the huge head of the cock which was so big it almost hurt. “Oh, Aspen, believe me...I want it” moaned Eleanor, gripping the sheets. “Take me, please, to that place only you can take me.”
“Your wish is my command, princess,” said Aspen, pressing Eleanor’s clit with two fingers, motioning up as he pressed into her and down as he pulled out of her, and with each thrust, he felt Eleanor get wetter with desire, her canal simultaneously tightening but allowing more of Aspen’s shaft, her pussy greedily gulping down his shaft as easily as if it were liquid honey, sliding in slowly until it hit the spot.
“Oh, Aspen,” moaned Eleanor, and Aspen hiked Eleanor’s leg up with his free arm so that he could get into her even more deeply, pressing further with each thrust while he kept rubbing Eleanor’s clit which was standing at attention, becoming more and more sensitive.
“I’m holding back, but I can’t for long,” warned Aspen, breathing into Eleanor’s ear before giving her a quick peck on the cheek, before he let out a low moan. “I just hit the base. I can’t give you more dick.”
“No frikkin’ way,” said Eleanor. “We’ve never got it all the way in before.” While a human woman’s pussy could expand to take a penis of almost any reasonable size, a biological phenomena known as ‘tenting’ which allowed the muscle to expand and contract to fit penises big and small, shifter cocks weren’t exactly human: just like shifter men, they were bigger and longer than the average, and few human women could take a shifter’s cock...but Eleanor was more than just some human woman: she was Aspen’s fated mate and a curvy goddess who could take whatever Aspen threw her way.
Filled from her entrance to past her G-spot, Eleanor had never felt Aspen’s cock like this before, and as she leaned back, gripping the sheets, she felt her toes start to curl impulsively while Aspen smattered her body with small kisses that got greedier as he made his way back around to her tits, which he paid special attention to, the pillowy breasts the treasures of his dreams.
One last touch from Aspen down there was enough to send her over the edge. She gripped onto Aspen, bucking her hips up and into him, pressing them even closer together, as she rubbed against his crotch, ready to have her first orgasm with him as husband and wife, as fate had intended. Just as Eleanor started to climax, she felt something unfamiliar: it was like she was floating and sinking at the same time. “Aspen, what’s happening?” she asked, looking up at her husband.
He gave a gruff chuckle. “Just the plane taking off, babe, but I’ve got you,” he said, holding her and hiking her legs up around him and pressing one strong arm to the headboard to keep her head from hitting it. Aspen kept pressing in and out of Eleanor while Eleanor kept her arms wrapped around Aspen so that she wouldn’t hit the headboard, and her legs wrapped around Aspen, but being pressed that hard against Aspen’s body had unintended consequences, pleasurable consequences.
The force of the plane going up, pulling Eleanor to the back of the plane, was no match for the force of the alpha male bear shifter, pulling Eleanor forward and towards his shaft, and at the peak of the plane’s launch, when the force of take off was strongest, Eleanor felt herself feeling like she was flying, soaring as high as an eagle shifter, and the new sensation, combined with Aspen’s constant, steady thrusts, sent her over the edge.
“Oh, God, Aspen,” moaned Eleanor as the ball of pleasure that had grown inside of her burst and sent the pleasure out in waves through every part of her body. “Aspen, you’re so amazing, oh, this is so good!”
The feeling of Eleanor’s walls around his shaft sent Aspen over the edge and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He moved his hands from her soft clit and waist and gripped her hips, hard, riding her as hard as he’d wanted to, the vibrations almost too much for Eleanor to handle, as Aspen slid in and out faster and faster, the speed increasing the heat of Aspen’s shaft against Eleanor’s pussy due to the friction of the head of veiny cock against her ribbed walls, but Eleanor’s natural wetness stopped her from chafing as Aspen’s fingers dug into her ample hips, her breasts bouncing up and down with each hard thrust.
Aspen’s bear had taken over, but Eleanor had given herself to both the man and the bear, and knew that this was inevitable during any lovemaking session: the man would get her there, and the bear would keep her there. Obviously, Eleanor had never had sex with Aspen’s shifted form, but just as the man could control the bear, the bear could control the man, and once Eleanor had hit her peak, the primal fucking kept her there and often drove her to a second orgasm. Sex with a shifter...nothing could have prepared her for it other than nights and nights of experience, and Aspen was the perfect teacher.
As Aspen hit her G spot, and slid against it fast and hard, Eleanor felt her toes curling again and knew what was going to happen: Eleanor didn’t hold herself back and she let herself come all around Aspen’s shaft, milking his cock for the precious seed which would give them cubs by next summer.
With one last slide home, he sprayed her with his cum, from the inside of her canal up and into her fertile womb, where there were soon to be shifter cubs waiting to be born. “You’re one hell of a woman yourself, Eleanor.”
As Aspen came, his eyes flashed bright, and Aspen’s mark glowed, the red letter L on his chest glowing first, followed by the gold scrollwork that climbed like ivy over the letter L. Eleanor had never seen the mark glow as brightly as it had the first night she’d met Aspen but that was normal, as the mark glowed the brightest at the time of first mating.
As the plane stabilized, the pair lay back in the bed, which was now an absolute mess. Eleanor fingered one of the white lacy scraps while Aspen spooned her from behind, already gunning for round two.
“I was sort of planning on, oh, I don’t know, saving my wedding dress,” said Eleanor sarcastically.
“I’ll get you another, the same exact model, and nobody has to know the difference,” said Aspen, kissing Eleanor on the head. “It’ll be our little secret. Plus, there’s no way that thing was comfortable enough for a ten hour flight.”
“And what would you recommend I wear, Mr. Flight Attendant?” asked Eleanor.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to slip into cashmere pajamas,” said Aspen, going through the small room’s closet until he found a pair of black cashmere pajamas with matching slippers. He tossed another set, in navy, to Eleanor. “Or, you could just walk around the cabi
n stark naked. I’m sure the other passengers won’t mind.”
Eleanor stuck her tongue out at Aspen. “You’re going to talk dirty to me for the rest of my life, aren’t you?” she asked as she slipped the soft cashmere over her head. The cashmere was warm but also light and breathable, and the texture was absolutely luxurious, like being wrapped in a blanket made of melted chocolate.
“At least when there’s nobody around to quote me in the society pages,” said Aspen. “You’re my fated mate, Eleanor: every day will be to me like the first day we first met, the first day we fell in love.” He led Eleanor back to their seats once she was done changing.
“So now that we’re in the plane, you’re going to tell me where we’re going, right?” asked Eleanor, as she sipped at one of the strawberry mimosas the actual flight attendant had brought out for them. “I had no idea what to pack for this trip.”
“Well...if you must know, check under your seat,” said Aspen with a twinkle in his eye. Eleanor reached down and found a folder, forest green with a gold stamp on it, Aspen’s personal seal. She opened it: there was only a single photo in the packet, and at first she didn’t know what she was looking at, but then she saw a small black, red, and yellow flag in the photo.
Eleanor said, “Aspen, I’ve always wanted to visit Germany. This is going to be amazing!” She looked over her husband: he never ceased to amaze her with how thoughtful he was, making her every dream come true.
“I knew you’d love it: we’re getting there just in time for Oktoberfest,” said Aspen. “Which, believe it or not, takes place during September. You worked hard on your German classes this summer and I thought this would be the perfect honeymoon for a fall wedding.”
“And you know I love a good pretzel,” said Eleanor, her mouth watering at the thought of a salty hot pretzel. As she looked at her husband she thought of another kind of hot saltiness. “This is amazing, Aspen: what can I ever do that’ll match up to this?”