by Bonnie Bliss
“Um...” She tried to speak.
Words didn’t like her at the moment. But judging by the thick length poking into her belly, Tethur liked her a lot.
Tethur was kneading her flesh. Sorscha’s heart throbbed in her chest. Parting her lips, she whimpered and a wicked smirk shaped his lips. She hesitated before trying to take a step back. Those strong fingers gripped her tighter before yanking her back roughly against his body. Sorscha opened her mouth, the protest right on her tongue when Tethur’s mouth crashed against hers.
He didn’t take it slow. Sorscha knew deep down inside that this was going to be fierce, rough, and demanding.
Do I have this in me?
To be the mate of a—bear?
Her doubts were dashed from her mind as his hot, thick tongue traced the seam of her lips. One of his hands fisted her hair, pulling, angling her head and forcing her mouth open on a sigh. He took advantage and shoved his tongue into her waiting oral cave. His plunged in and out at first, mimicking what his hips were doing as he ground his cock against her stomach. It was erotic and demanding. He ate away all her nerves. Tethur’s free hand roamed down the curve of her back. His fingers teased the exposed flesh of her lower back before he took a handfull of her ass into his grip and, snarling, pulled her tighter against him.
“Mine,” he snarled.
And she was lost to him.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He chuckled against her lips before backing her slowly to the bed. Her knees hit and she cried out. Looking behind her, she realized the bed was actually more suited to Tethur’s size. The edge of it came to her mid-back. Turning her gaze back to Tethur, she saw the playful glint before he pressed his hand between her breasts. Sorscha fell back into the bed, the soft sheets engulfing her small frame. She inched up to the center of the massive sea of pillows and soft velvet blankets.
Rising up on her elbows, she watched him. He did nothing slow or half-assed. Just like the shift, he tore the clothes from his body, ripping at thick leather and bindings until he stood before her fully nude. Sorscha realized she would never get used to this sight. Not just his dick. Boy, what a dick it was. Thick, long, proud, it stood erect, bouncing against his belly button as he moved. Her tongue flicked out over her lips.
His laughter drew her gaze and she felt her eyes widen as his knees hit the bed and he started to prowl towards her.
Survival instinct alone lifted her up on her elbows as she started to crawl backwards, away from him. The snarl that followed her quick retreat soon turned into his hot body pinning her to the bed.
“Now, now, little one, you’re not afraid of the big grumpy bear, are you?”
His breath fanned over her face as he totally violated her personal space bubble. Sorscha opened her mouth, her lips flapping like a fish out of water.
“No, I mean, well, Teth...”
She didn’t get time to argue; his mouth was on hers again, demanding her submission as his tongue took over her mouth. Sorscha cried out as one of his hot hands slithered under her leather vest and pinched a nipple between two fingers. Hot spikes of arousal shot straight to her clit and she ground back against him.
His nude body and her fully clothed form tormented her. She admitted it. She wanted him. His flesh against hers. Sorscha wasn’t delusional; she knew her pussy would stretch for his imposing cock. Her hands came up and she stabbed her fingers into his hair. Pulling him tighter against her, she matched his kiss, meeting his dominance head-on with her own willing desires.
His harsh growl split the air as he ripped from the kiss. Sorscha, desperate, reached out for him. Swatting her hands away, he gripped the center V of her vest and rent it in two. Her full, oversized breasts spilled free. There were no bras in The Realm, allowing him instant access to her swollen, impressive mounds. He grabbed both tits from the bottom, pressing them together as his mouth descended on her. He worked on the nipples, his teeth scraping against the tender little pebbles. Sorscha’s reached for the headboard. She needed something, anything to cling to.
His mouth moved quickly, flicking his tongue from one pink berry to the other. She watched him work. His gaze fixed on her breasts. He cupped them harder and brushed his thumbs quickly. Arousal shot to the wet flesh between her legs.
“Holyfuckingshit!” she screamed.
Sorscha’s back arched. Her hips thrust wildly, trying to make contact with his pulsing piece of meat. Her mind went dirty and wrong in that moment. Nothing had ever felt so good. Seeing her respond, feeling her writhe beneath him must have spurred him on. He lowered once more, his teeth taking hold on one tender nipple. Sorscha cried out, grabbing at his shoulders as he tugged. She watched as the nipple pulled up, stretching, and the pain and pleasure ricocheted through her violently. Something hot spread through her body. Her mind got lost in the sensations. Her tummy fluttered in response and she felt a wet rush between her legs.
“Yes, yes, God, keep it...”
She lit up like a Christmas tree. The orgasm wove through her slowly at first, then took hold. Her hips thrust quickly, her whimpers and moans mixed with laughter as she scoured her nails down his back. Being so high, and then coming down slowly was exhausting. Her body collapsed onto the bed.
However, Tethur wasn’t letting her off that easy.
Nope.
His tongue lazily spun circles over her tender nips. The nipple not receiving his tongue was being brushed by the nail on his thumb.
Sorscha jerked against him, her mind a melted mess of sex. She was all body. All orgasm. And all HIS.
“So sensitive here. I’m gonna make you come in places so inappropriate I’ll have you blushing to your toes as I melt honey from your little pussy,” he promised.
Holy fuck.
His rumbled laughter drew her gaze as she watched him slither away from her breasts. Her nipples were a deep red and pointed sharp at the ceiling. Awed, she watched him move down her body, stopping at her belly button and flicking his tongue in a circle. Sorscha sucked in a breath and he kept going. His tongue was halted by the waistline of her pants.
“These are in my way,” he roared, before turning them to ribbons around her.
Sorscha panted, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. He snarled as she unconsciously clamped her legs shut. His fingers dug into the flesh in that tender curve just under the buttock. She sighed, melting back into the soft bedding as he lifted her legs back, pressing them to her chest. The feel of his hot breath against her swollen pussy lips made her wet folds tingle.
Smack.
Pain and pleasure lit up her brain.
Smack.
He was...
Spanking her pussy.
He held her legs against her chest with one powerful hand. The ground under them started to rumble and he scoffed.
“This is mine,” he growled.
His palm smacked a quick, wet rhythm against her tender, silky lips. She writhed and fought to get away and closer at the same time. His fingers brushed over her exposed swollen clit.
“Tell me, Sorscha,” he demanded.
“Wh...what...” she moaned.
He gave her another round of smacks, spanking her pussy relentlessly.
“Tell me who this wet little cunt belongs to,” he rumbled against her thigh.
The harsh spanks were in deep contrast to his wandering lips that kissed down the backs of her thighs. Her brain couldn’t keep up; her body fought and submitted. Too much all at once—she was a mess. Then he wanted her to answer a question. The man was insane.
“I’ve waited a fucking hell of a long time to eat this weeping little hole. I’ve waited even longer to bury myself balls deep into your cunt.” He paused.
Sorscha tried to see over her legs as silence and anticipation filled the room. Then it happened. One more firm smack and she snapped. Her orgasm tore through her body and she arched violently off the bed. The earth shattered under them both and rumbled through the castle walls. The bastard had pinched her clit and it
was her undoing. She felt the honey leak from her tight slit as she cried out for him.
“Tell me who owns your pussy, sweet little one, and I will eat you real good,” he nearly purred. “Tell me now, or I’ll keep spanking your cunt.”
The man acted like this was a bad thing.
Trying to catch her breath, her fingers unclenching from the bedding, she whimpered out, “You do.”
“I what?” he flicked his tongue over the sensitive button.
She cried out and struggled. He still held her firm in the position he wanted, giving him unhindered access to her sensitive pink flesh.
“You own my pussy.”
Smack.
Sorscha screamed and jerked.
“It is a cunt, love. This,” he stopped talking and pressed a finger against her folds, rubbing up and down the length before shoving into her hard and fast. He pumped her, hitting a spot deep inside that nearly undid her. “This is a pussy. I own the cunt. That is the whole deal. Tell me, and I’ll let you come again. Tell me I own your cunt. And say my fucking name,” he snarled.
Breathless and boneless, she moaned with each hard thrust of his finger.
“You own my cunt, Tethur,” she cried out on an inward thrust of two fingers.
“Good girl,” he growled.
Tethur released her legs without warning. The rubbery limbs fell to the bed, spread eagle and open to his view. His fingers lazily dragged in and out of her. His gaze locked on hers. They watched one another. He watched her wanton grin with little mewls slipping out. And she watched his satisfied gaze. His thumb fluttered over her engorged clit, just a tease to keep her high on his sex.
His fingers stopped moving and slowly pulled from her body. She whimpered and reached down to cup her aching sex. Tethur snatched her hand and pinned it above her head. His face came down, his nose pressed against hers.
“What did I say, little one?” he rumbled against her lips.
“My cunt is yours,” she whispered.
He huffed and nipped at her bottom lip, pulling hard before letting it go. Sorscha watched as he lifted his hand to his mouth. Two fingers still glistened with her juices. Tethur opened his mouth. Her heart raced as a fresh wave of heat engulfed her, bringing a new aftershock to the land of Malandria. Tethur sucked his fingers into his mouth and slowly pumped it as if mimicking what was to come. He made a wet, sloppy sound as he pulled his fingers out.
“Sweet, just like I thought.”
Sorscha whimpered as he grabbed her ankles and started to drag her to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his feet and pulled until her ass hung off the edge. He didn’t stop, even as she struggled to push back. He simply positioned her where he wanted her. Tethur rested her heels on the bed. He bent her knees and parted the folds of her sex, opening her up to him fully. A blaze of heat filled her cheeks and he winked.
“Still shy, little one? Don’t worry, I’ll devour that right out of you,” he promised.
Without another warning he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. Grabbing her thighs, she screamed as his tongue swirled around her cunt. Desperate mewls spilled from her parted lips as his tongue took control. He parted her sex further and thrust inside of her open, sopping cunt.
“Mmm. So wet and tight around my tongue. Just perfect,” he mumbled with a mouth full of her pussy.
He didn’t take it easy on her. In moments he had her screaming his name, her hips thrusting to the point that she fucked his face. Soon, fingers joined. He mumbled profanities as he brought a new wave of erotic bliss. His tongue like liquid fire against her swollen clit, he took over, wringing orgasms from her until the earth stilled and all that was left was sex and his tongue.
For a moment she felt lost, swimming in a sea of bright lights and whispers of perfection. The black warmth consumed her and she felt reality rush back at her. She lay, sprawled on her back. Tethur rested next to her, raised up on his elbow looking down at her. He drew circles around her hard nipples with a single finger.
“You big brute,” she mumbled.
His hearty laugh brought a smile to her lips.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet, love.”
His hand ran down her body until it cupped her mound. He growled low and she whimpered.
“Tender still. Perfect.” He spoke to himself.
He didn’t give her a warning before he flipped her onto her stomach. Sorscha yelped against the aggressive act. His palms slapped against her ass cheeks and she wiggled against the bedding and tried to inch away from him.
“No, you don’t,” he snarled.
His big hands gripped her hips and he yanked her ass up. Her face pressed against the bed. Tethur nudged her legs apart with his knees, as she whimpered and tried to get free.
“Tethur, I...”
“NO!” he roared, cutting off her protest. “This is how I want to take you! This is how I will take you the first time. From behind—hot, hard, and rough.”
Another firm smack to her ass hushed her protests. Tethur smoothed his hands up her back. Brushing the hair away from her neck, he leaned over her body. All hot, masculine steel pressed down against her. Sorscha’s mind frantically raced. This was it, the final act. Finally, she was going to fuck Tethur. The man of her dreams, the man of her life! He’d been there for as long as she could remember.
Then why was she scared shitless and yet aroused beyond belief?
Those big paws of his smoothed around her hips as he caressed her belly and teased up until they cupped her breasts. With a grunt, he pulled her body up, her back flush against his chest. Tethur’s hot breath spilled over her shoulders and neck. Tiny nips promised pain with his sex. That brought a fresh wave of wet heat between her legs. Lava flowed in her veins and the earth rumbled.
Sorscha turned her head. His mouth brushed her cheeks and teased her lips. Breathing hard, his hands reached under her chest, fingers flicked and teased her nipples. She felt the hard jut of his cock between her legs. Slowly, he thrust. The wet lips between her legs parted for the thick girth and she moaned.
“It is all mine, little one. From this point on—this body will beg for me. This,” he moved his cock away. One hand ran down her body before he cupped her mound. A finger nudged at her swollen clit.
Hissing between clenched teeth, Sorscha fought the urge to beg and thrust against him.
“This is my cunt. It will be wet for me, take me, and...” His lips pressed against her ear. The husky whisper sent sultry waves pulsing straight to her quivering cunt. “I will fill you with my seed to mark you.”
He bit on the soft, giving flesh of her earlobe and tugged. Who knew she was so into rough sex?
She felt the warmth of his hand shift to her shoulder and grip a fistful of her long hair. Pulling her head back, she tried to catch her breath as his free hand grabbed both wrists and held her arms straight back against his belly. Sorscha felt a power slide over her as her arms were pulled, her torso raised as that brute made her his.
Oh, God.
Thoughts ran through her mind like a jumble, her body now lost to her control. Her breasts went taut, her nipples like pebbles, tingling like pins around her areola against the cold air. She felt faint; the sexual urges he had put on her since the mirror had now put a drain on her. Her knees trembled as she felt her pussy teased open, the head of his engorged cock pushing inside her.
Breathing in short breaths, her body went to a new level. Lust filled every muscle, tension rising as he pushed deeper and deeper, stretching her wide. It was so hard, so thick, how would it fit?
A pain hit her and it felt as if her insides would explode. Hot wood, it felt like hot wood. The bark cut swathes inside her, the thick veins that stood out pressed into her walls. The thick shaft pushed deeper, the head swollen and the thickness filling her. She knew this was heaven. The more it slid within, the more she wanted. Pulling back, she felt heat caress her buttocks where Tethur’s body touched her most. Her hair free, she offered a glance back.
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br /> Tethur was growing, towering over her lithe frame, half shifted. Why then did she find this arousing? His body was thicker, more muscular, covered sparsely in brown hair.
Her mind loved it, her body─shuddered. She tried to shift, to pull away. Tethur’s face remained the face of the man, but his hair grew thicker.
“Don’t move. Did no one tell you to play dead when a big hard bear is inside you?” His voice was gritty in her ear, sexy and deep. She pushed back, and his cock slid deep once more.
“Fuck.”
Tethur started to pound her. Sorscha’s knees buckled but he held her. His warm furry flesh hugged her soft sweaty skin like a comfort blanket. With each thrust he got rougher, his body one with hers. Why couldn’t he have done this years ago?
She groaned—no, she moaned out loud. The sound of her pleasure filled the room and mingled with the deep, rumbling growls of her hot lover.
Tethur pumped her with that growing cock, her pussy hugging it with each stroke. For a moment she let him have her totally, letting go, feeling him touch her, feeling him overwhelm her. She didn’t know where to turn or to look; the sensations burned inside her. Sparks ran up each nerve, her blood on fire. Her eyes filled and glistened. Tethur rested his head on her shoulder, her arms trapped between them as he put everything into pleasuring her. Her body cried out for release; her mind wanted it to last forever.
He bit her, his canines penetrating the flesh on her shoulder. It was like an orgasm in itself, like she often felt when masturbating alone in her room. He had marked her like a beast and she breathed in deep, feeling loved and owned.
Sorscha grit her teeth as he fucked her hard, his groin pounding her ass. The noise, a wet slapping sound, echoed throughout the room. The big bed creaked under them and the oak floor complained beneath it. She trembled as her body reached the crescendo and she exploded. Lava filled her, Tethur filled her and came, shooting more heat up her tender pussy.
The pounding went on. She could feel him fill her more and more. She was his totally now, forever. The heat engulfed her. Tethur’s hairy body gave in to the man once more as they both came down and fell in a heap on the bed.