by Amy Brent
Had I had any good sense, or had my mind not been totally frazzled at that particular moment, I might have thought to finish the job of rushing into my front door and hiding myself away, calling 911 and praying someone got here in time.
But I simply couldn't move... I was stunned, riveted by the scene, eyes wide, and my whole attention fixed on the snarling ball of limbs bloodying up the carpet.
I shrieked again then, suddenly. One of the two wolves had disentangled itself from the battle, and was lunging right at me, its snapping jaws ready to chew me to a damn pulp.
Stopping him just short of reaching me, the bear heaved every ounce of its enormous bulk against the canine, crushing it against the wall, and I almost let myself feel sorry for the thing as I cringed to the sound of bones cracking.
The thing slid feebly to the floor, landing with a loud thud. I realized, behind it, that its companion had scarcely fared any better, wheezing and shivering on the floor, looking close to its demise.
The wolf nearest me scrambled to its feet and began to scurry away, its companion following shortly after, though the grizzly wasn't about to let them get away that easily.
It roared loudly in their direction, a sound that chilled my bones, and then it took off after them, chasing them down the stairs, and out of sight.
I held my breath, nerves on edge as I remained glued to the spot, unable, or otherwise simply unwilling, to move.
I heard the heavy pounding of footsteps coming once again up the stairway, and I braced myself, ready for the worst, as once again the grizzly bear came galloping forward toward me.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself, thinking that at any moment I would be face to face with death, with nowhere to run, and no one to leap out and save me this time.
But when I opened my eyes again, it was to the touch of a very human hand... Nick's dark hand, placed gently on my shoulder.
I looked up, and it was so strange- he was completely naked, from head to toe. Had I been less shaken up, I might have taken time to gaze in awe at his tremendous package- it really was quite a considerable set of genitals...
But of course, I'd just been through the near death experience of my nightmares, and I forced myself simply to be happy to see him standing there in front of me, ignoring his nudity as best as I could manage.
“You... That was you?” I asked, perplexed, certain that I must be missing a piece of the puzzle here.
He nodded, slowly, patiently. “Now you know my secret... And now you know why you and I... As lovely and as wonderful as you are, can't possibly be together...”
“But... But you saved me... I don't understand...”
“Yes, I saved you... But those aren't my only enemies. There are plenty more where they came from, and I've found that their kind will stop at nothing to see me dead. It's a long story, but... Well, even if it weren't for them, you could just never be safe around a creature like me... It just wouldn't work... You would always be-”
And from that point, I shut him up easily enough, brushing aside his argument before I even knew what I was doing. I pressed my lips up against him, leaning in, and taking in a big, considerable taste of him. It felt so good to have his mouth against mine once more after what seemed like such a long time, and he, too, seemed to ease up a bit, giving in to my charms.
We pulled apart at last, and he was gazing at me wide-eyed, panting, clearly trying to resist the temptations I was luring him with.
“I'm a grown woman...” I whispered into him, burning for his sweet, deadly touch. “I know the risks now... I've seen the danger now... Let me make my own decisions...”
And that, coupled with my clear influence over his senses in that heated moment, was all the argument he took.
I brought myself slowly up to full height, and the moment I did he pinned me up against the wall with his naked body, an echo of that first night the two of us had kissed against my own front door.
This time, I had the benefit of feeling his arousal pressed directly up against me, long and hot and thick, feeling so wonderful up against my outfit, so damn amazing, that I burned to feel it personally, skin to skin, instead of through the layer of my clothes.
To achieve this, I surprised both him and myself by suddenly wrapping my hand around him, squeezing my fingers around his long hard shaft, and proceeding to stroke him, pushing the skin up and down, up and down, up and down, pleasuring him as he ran his kisses down along my neck, and the two of us growing dizzy. We were, after all, caught between the adrenaline of our near murders, and the sudden, frenzied passion of the moment.
Once the two of us at last came to our senses, we realized that we were presently in the view of the entire apartment complex, and we might well get in trouble for doing what we were about to do right there in the middle of the hallway.
He spirited me into his apartment and sealed us inside, proceeding to undress me almost the moment we stepped into his bedroom.
I was down to my bra and panties now, and he was kissing me all over, ravishing my burning body, building up a slow burn from him as he teased the careful, measured removal of the lingerie. His erect penis rubbed hotly against my stomach, and his hands were plunged repeatedly beneath the lacy fabric of my panties. His fingers hooked repeatedly into the flesh of my ass, and then teasingly brushed up against my inner thighs, my waist, even the clean shaven flesh of my mons pubis, coming dangerously close to a section of flesh far more sensitive, but never quite reaching the mark.
God, he was tormenting me...
The bra, it turned out, was the first to be removed, as his fingers looped beneath its straps, peeling them down from my shoulders and exposing my supple breasts, titillated and ready to be serviced by this delectable gentleman.
He pushed his mouth up against me, swirling his tongue around my nipples, sinking his teeth lightly into them, so that they grew hard, erect, sensitized...
Jesus Christ... I was being devoured by him, sacrificing myself happily to his touch, his bite, his taste...
His long tongue rolled around my breasts, and his kisses began to sink lower, lower, lower along the course of my body. His mouth moved from my tits to my stomach, planting kisses wherever he could find a spot that seemed to need it, and pushing his tongue playfully into my navel. Then, down, down, down further still, and his palms were sliding up once again beneath the lace of my underwear.
He lowered me tenderly onto the bed, and dredged the lace down along my legs, slipping it from my ass to my thighs, my knees, all the way down to around my ankles. Then he pushed my thighs open, and I braced myself, balling up the fabric of the bedspread in my fists.
It had been a hell of a long time since this, in particular, had taken place, and I found myself wholly unprepared for the feelings of delight about to come pumping through my anatomy.
He pushed his tongue into me, and I gasped, trembling as he slid his way up, up, up, savoring the wet, delectable flavor of my pussy. He swirled himself gently, lovingly around, eating me as though I were the most wonderful delicacy he had ever before had the pleasure of consuming.
I felt like absorbing him into me, making him whole with myself, and never letting him go... What was more, it wasn't simply his mouth he was putting to such good use on me, but his fingers as well. Pushing, prodding, stretching me out, rubbing tenderly up against my clitoris and causing me to burn with sensation.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddd...”
He ate me even harder at this point, and I found I could no longer contain myself. My legs began to close in around his perfect, bobbing head, almost beyond my control. And they drew him tighter, tighter, tighter into my body, locking around him like a vice, nearly crushing his skull with their intensity, as though never to let him go.
And with that, the first wave of orgasm came crashing through my body, bowling me over, and causing me to scream out passionately, crying at the top of my lungs. The sensations crippled me, far sweeter than any other orgasm I'd experienced in the past, lighting my enti
re anatomy up like a firework. I shook upon the bed, my spine arched, my limbs outstretched and trembling, and my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I struggled, as best as I could possibly manage, to make it through the searing waves of pleasure.
I let out a tremendous sigh upon the subsiding of his oral pleasure, my breasts still beating heavily with the intensity of what he'd just put me through. He delicately brought his lips from my pussy, my inner thighs seeming to hum with aftershock as he withdrew.
Then he gently placed his hands on my body, and turned me carefully over onto my stomach, face down. I waited, eager, but already slightly exhausted after all that I'd been through that evening, more than ready to be all but swept away by his touch.
He climbed up on top of me, and put his hands on my back, massaging me. He kneaded my flesh between his fingers like dough, and every drop of tension seemed to instantly dissipate from my body. He kissed my neck as he continued to touch, to caress, to ease me up, and I could feel myself, all the while, growing wetter and wetter for him, my body growing increasingly willing to receive him as fully as possible.
And now, he was mounting me properly, aligning his body with my own. I grabbed the covers for support once more, and I felt his tip lightly pushing into my body. Then inch by inch by agonizing inch of his incredible shaft followed, hooking its way into the tight, burning crook of my femininity, until at last he touched down inside me.
I let out a gasp that was almost like a roar, and he seemed to wait a moment in consideration for me, not wanting to overwhelm me. His entire body was pressed up against me, skin touching skin, so that his thrusts amounted to nothing but his pelvis grinding forward and back against me. And the moment it began... God, did my head spin...
He churned me up inside, swaying his hips and dredging through my pussy with this long, sharp blade, the intense friction a glorious thing as he dragged his tip along through my body. His hands were like shackles around my wrists, pinning them down against the bed, and occasionally, I would feel those ever hungry lips of his, kissing passionately against the back of my neck, loving the taste of my flesh, savoring me to the very last drop.
Faster, faster, faster, harder, harder, harder his thrusts came. Somehow, he'd manage to establish some real leverage with my body, and was now pounding me wildly, his pelvis springing wildly up and down, so that his cock was now seriously hammering, tearing me up, the powerful sound of our wet, aroused genitals echoing loudly, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP!
With a final, decisive burst of energy he drilled his way up inside me, holding in place, and things came to a massive, destructive head. He unleashed himself inside of me, his fingernails digging into my flesh as he poured his abundant honey into my pussy. It filled me up inside in its molten heat, its incredible abundance, pulse after pulse of the stuff until at last he was drained, and I was set spinning wildly over the edge.
My body felt as though it glowed from the pleasure of it, trembling in my bear's arms as the force of his efforts lit up every nerve with sensation. I felt like I was losing all control, spinning wildly to my destruction-
And yet I loved it, more than anything in the world...
At last, once the last tremors of pleasure had subsided, he pulled himself carefully from my body, and wrapped me snugly up in his arms. The two of us lay entwined in the afterglow, kissing, touching one another, and whispering our secrets for hours on end.
I didn't know what might lay ahead for me- what sorts of dangers or unexpected surprises.
But I did know one thing for certain- my new apartment could not possibly have had a better view...
******THE END******
PARANORMAL - BBW MILITARY ROMANCE (This one is too hot to resist)
HIS CHOSEN MATE
Chapter one
“Jackson, you are doing amazingly well. I’m more than impressed. You’ve exceeded my expectations and I feel like a proud father.” Timothy Overton oversaw the development of Jackson and watching him go through the paces had put a smile on his face that he couldn’t possibly wipe away. “It’s been 10 years, since you’ve come to us and we have turned you into the ultimate tracking and killing machine.” He was wearing his lab coat and looking at the specimen and feeling like this was what all soldiers should be like.
Jackson was 250 pounds of pure muscle and he was practically naked running on this tread mill. He had made a lot of women on the base stare at him with an overanxious eye. He looked at them from afar, knowing that he could never have what most people took from granted. Walking into the military was what he was destined to do, but he ever imagined that they would use him in this fashion. 10 years of being out in the field doing their dirty work and bringing those enemies that couldn’t be taken in any other way was his crowning achievement. He was over 6 feet tall, short black hair and the kind of eyes that seemed to change color with his moods.
“I don’t know why I have to do this. You’ve seen me in action, videotaped me doing what you wanted done and I don’t think that it’s necessary to constantly make me jump through hoops.” He had known that he was some kind of experiment underneath the microscope from the moment that he mentioned what he was to his commanding officer. He thought that he could trust Captain Reynolds, but found out that he was only in it for his own accolades. By shining a light on his shape shifting ways, he was able to garner the attention of those that were higher up to give him practically anything he wanted on a silver platter.
“We’ve been over this before, Jackson and you know as well as I do that you can do better. You are fast, but I still think that you can be even faster and stronger than what you already are.” He pushed his hair away from his eyes, knowing fully well that these 10 years had put a strain on his age. Keeping this secret from his family and friends had weighed heavily on his mind.
“I don’t know how much better I can possibly be. I have the strength of five men and that’s only in my normal human form. Once I start to change that translates into 10 times what a normal man or even a normal bear has in their possession. You hook me up to all of these machines and I get this feeling that it’s not for me.” He had known for quite some time that people took advantage of his good nature. They walked over him, thinking that he would bow down and kiss their feet in gratitude for keeping his secret. What they didn’t realize was that he could probably kill everybody on this base and leave it in the dust without anybody realizing that he was even in existence in the first place.
“We have credible information that there is an imminent terrorist attack being planned, as we speak. We need you to be ready and in tiptop condition. We need you to have the razor’s edge and the instinct to pull back, if necessary. All of these tests are to make you better prepared.” He was getting tired of saying the same thing over and over again. Why Jackson insisted on questioning his decisions was beyond him. It was a good thing that he was an orphan with no family. That made it easier to keep him under wraps and away from the scrutiny of the public.
“I’m getting a little sick and tired of all of this. I came to the military freely and willingly. I expected to become a soldier and be ready for combat, but I never would have done it, if I’d known that I was going to be used as some kind of lab rat. You’ve taken vials of my blood and you say that it’s for my own good, but I’m not stupid. I see that wild look in your eyes and I know that it comes from a need to make others just like me. To be honest, I don’t know if there is anybody else out there like me.” He had wanted for some time to find a link to his heritage, but there had been no signs that there was anything like him out there anywhere.
“I don’t know why you complain. You have the use of the gym, you have a roof over your head and you get all your meals for free.” He was a scientist and he really didn’t understand the keeping him here was making him feel like a prisoner. He was more interested in what he could do to accelerate his career with the scientific discovery of what humans were really capable of. “A member of our strategic division is coming here to work alongs
ide you. She’s very good and between the two of you, I’m sure that you’ll be able to come up with where the target is going to the located.” He was writing down on a clipboard Jackson’s stamina.
“I think that we can agree that my secret should be only in the hands of a few. If you’re not careful, you might find that this animal is ready to bite the hand that feeds it.” He had all of these electrodes attached to his skin. He saw all the equipment and knew that they must’ve cost millions of dollars. It pained him to think that they had used resources that could’ve been given to veterans coming back from war or even to the homeless that begged for scraps every night. They had invested a lot into him, as a man and as a shape shifting werebear. He never wanted this, but his instincts forced him into a life of battle.
“You should be careful what you say. You never know when somebody might take you seriously. I’m going to give you fair warning, Jackson. Do what you’re told and don’t make any waves. It’s the only way that these people are not going to see you, as a threat. I think that you can guess what they do when they feel threatened.” Timothy looked at Jackson and had this desire to be exactly like him. He had tested various formulas on lab animals, but so far nothing conclusive had come from them. Their hearts were the problem and when the DNA of Jackson was introduced into their system their bodies would literally shut down.