Werebear Horror Romance: Given to the Bears (Paranormal Horror Fantasy Romance Short Story) (Shapeshifter Fantasy Horror Romance)

by Brandy Cova

  A deafening roar was belted out over my head, and the sound echoed beneath the canopy of the tree-line. I felt the tree shudder from the massive scratching paws, which was quite a thing to feel considering the tree was significantly larger than either of our two forms combined. I believe the sensation had to have been from an identification with the nature of the tree itself. My soul was a kindred spirit to the soul of the tree.

  "We are connected," I thought, concerning the relationship between myself and the tree.

  "And so shall we be," came a response, gravely and thick, as though the speaker was getting used to speech for the first time in ages.

  I should have been frightened, but my heart was too expansive for fear to creep in and dominate the situation. Instead, I smiled, and let out a sigh of relief.

  "I knew you were in there," I responded, "I could see it in your eyes."

  The man before me was almost as large as the bear had been, though he had certainly shrunken in size. I must have been somewhat in a daze in order to make an analogy between such disparate sizes, or perhaps there was something within him that came out and made him seem larger than he may have otherwise appeared. He put his hand on my breast, and I swooned. I turned to the side to examine the deep grooves that had been clawed out from the tree not moments before; an effortless result of the same hand. The way his fingers dug into my breast was exhilarating, but I think what was even more exciting was the resilience of my flesh to his touch. No skin was broken. No blood was drawn. He held my body in a firm, yet gentle manner.

  The next touch was a hand down my side, and a kiss to my lips. When he finally rested his hand on my thigh, I looked down to see how his body lined up with mine. I shuddered. His penis lined up directly with my vagina, and I was spread wide for him.

  I wondered for a moment, how I would be interpreted by this creature; if my open position was something that would be revered and appreciated, or if I would be simply interpreted as a whore, or a beast to be rut, and discarded after the course of pleasure had run its path. He looked at me with intensity, and then took a knee before my body.

  I let out a low moan of desire.

  "He wants me," I thought, "He accepts my offering. He loves me for what I am."

  The man leaned forward with his lips parted slightly and dipped his tongue between my labia, folding one over slightly with his fingertip in order to provide greater accessibility. The stroke of his tongue was firm, and decided. A rush of sensation traveled through my body, echoing the sensation of his broad and flat tongue against my clitoral hood.

  If I hadn't been aroused before that moment, my body had quickly changed its physical expression toward a heightened sensory state. Vaginal cum started mixing with his saliva, and my nipples grew hard. I would have reached over to pinch at them, or to grab a tuft of his thick, shaggy hair, but my hands and legs were bound to the tree behind me. Try as I might, there was nothing to be done. I was completely at the mercy of a wild and compassionate stranger.

  When his fingers entered me, I was surprised at how wide and rough they were. I felt like I could feel each ridge of his fingerprint; I know that's ridiculous, but that's how sensitive I was; it was incredible. He didn't play around inside of me. No; he was much more purposeful. He knew exactly where to push, how much pressure to apply, and how long to hold the position before moving into something else; at least that is what it felt like. Then I came to the realization that the man did not have any superior technique, or secret skill set. He was loving me; and that was enough.

  My mind went back to what the witch had said prior to our departure, and I knew that the secret to this engagement was not that I was to be sexually available for whomever arrived, or even that it would be fantastic sex. The point was in fact, not the sex at all, but the deep sense of connection experienced between two human beings. I smiled, and called out to him.

  "Lover, your penis fits inside of me much better, I can tell from here. Why not come inside, so I can look you in the eye, and kiss you on the lips?"

  He roared with excitement, pulled himself up by my thighs, gripped my rib cage, and impaled me with his dick.

  I was speechless. I couldn't even find enough air to express myself. I just stared at him, my eyes expressing bewilderment. You might think that after such an intense initial coupling, that he would start fucking me silly and leave my vagina sloppy, drooling an off-white bead of were-bear cum, but you would be wrong. When he thrust himself inside of me, he didn't back out and thrust again, fucking me just to appease the nerve endings on the head of his cock. He pushed deeper, and he stared into my eyes the entire time.

  The pressure on the sides of my vagina was strong, but not as intense as the driving burn I felt as his full cock pushed toward my cervix. He kissed my lips with passion, not a small scrape of his teeth grating against the soft moist skin of my inner lip. I got the sense that instead of devouring me, he was communicating through nips and scratches, like a puppy. I let him have my body; scratches, bites and all. I wanted him to know that I belonged completely to him, and that it was alright for him to be himself around me.

  He got more fearsome, and held the hair on the back of my head in a fist. As if remembering himself, his grip softened a bit, and he brought my head toward his chest. Life in the wild had made his body substantial. Each pectoral muscle was clearly defined, and his embrace was so powerful that I could do nothing except melt over him, and sing a feminine song of union.

  After he and I passed through a timeless space where company and sensation are interrelated and there is no definitive line between his body and my own, I felt his penis swell within me. He was already so full that his presence had stretched me to my limits. The final expansion, prior to filling me with sperm caused me to open my mouth and eyes wide, as though I were trying to take in as much of the experience as possible. My vagina dilated and contracted in sequence, and I began to squeeze his cock; milking it for every last drop of vitality that he had stored.

  To my surprise, he retained his strength long enough to latch his hands and feet around the tree trunk where I lay suspended. My magic embraced him there, and the two of us were pulled tighter together by the cords set in place by the remnants of The Ivy on my skin. Every pull from my vagina was reciprocated by another spurt of hot seminal fluid. I could feel every ounce of strength in his body become liquified, and transmitted into my body.

  The body that had been chosen as the sacred vessel, was feeding on the energy it would require in order to make new life. I was not aware that I would become pregnant; not in the conscious sense like one might experience when having a conversation with a friend. On a deeper level, I knew I would bear his child. I had offered myself to The Tribe, and their offering had in return been accepted.

  The magic of my bonds loosened, and the two of us fell to the floor, one on top of the other. After a long refractory period, he regarded me with a raised eyebrow, offered me a kiss, and then turned around so I straddled his back. He shifted into bear form once more, and expanded in fullness beneath my body. Together we journeyed into the woods. I pursued my destiny to become a Matriarch of the Bear-Clan, somewhere in the Elysian Fields.

  Part 2

  The forest was thick with vegetation and the smell of life teemed from every part of my surroundings. I had just mated with a member of The Tribe, though, which tribe, or what sorts of information was inherent to the landscape from this creature's perspective was beyond my awareness. Apart from a brief exchange of words prior to our union, not a word had been spoken between the shifter and myself for well over fifteen miles. One would think that an animal of that size would get tired after a period of time, but some combination of stamina, and familiarity with the environment brought a grace to his movements.

  I thought about many things that I wanted to ask him, but as each thought came to my throat, I would shake my head; letting the thoughts dissipate in my mouth.

  "In time," I told myself. "In time, I will learn everything that I need to
know about this place."

  Instead of asking simple and childish questions like,"Where are we going?" or, "Are we there yet?" I clung to his fur, and felt the muscles of his back ripple.

  There was a slight disconnect in the association with the brilliant experience which had taken place during our initial encounter, and the massively built animal on which I rode deep into the forest. The disconnect, however, was only superficial. A more instinctual aspect of myself knew exactly what I was doing, and I was grateful for everything that had transpired.

  I didn't mind that the slight rocking motion of the bear's spine had relaxed me. I had managed to fall asleep to the comforting movement. We traveled in a sea of fluctuating sensation; between life and dreams. My concerns about falling in love were put to rest for the moment, and instead I reflected on the nature of love itself, and whether or not it was reasonable for me to love a partner that I had just met.

  In my earlier life, the one as distant from this reality as are the memories one might experience when waking from an interesting dream, I thought that sex and love were two different entities. Following my encounters in the dream, I have come to redefine sex as something which is based within union and intimacy, as opposed to sheer physical gratification. However, once considering the visceral force of lust, the only thing left to question is whether or not the soul is devoted to the body with the same intensity. This is the lust vs. love question, and it is a mistake to believe that they are mutually exclusive.

  Oh, the philosophies inspired by riding bear-back.

  The forest contained all manner of life, including but not limited to ferns, redwoods, holly bushes, moss, lichens, clovers and many more plants than I was able to readily identify. After a while, the forms and colors blended together into a vaguely defined oneness. I had fallen asleep. My dreams included desk jobs, bitter fights with ex-lovers, reconciliations with tax systems, and being a passenger in a car, stopped anxiously at a red light. As I continued forward in the passenger's seat, I observed a police officer pulling another vehicle over. As the officer got out of the car in the rear view mirror, I actually fell off of the back of the bear, and slumped to the ground of the forest floor, my head bouncing on a log and jolting me back into subconsciousness.

  When my eyes opened, and I registered what was taking place around me, I was staring into the face of a gigantic bear. Panic set in for a moment, and then I recalled the events that had transpired. I was growled at, to which I responded in kind by baring my teeth. A tiny sound emitted from my throat which resembled a growl. The bear appeared to roll his eyes at me, and knelt down so that I could pull myself back up onto his broad back. The two of us moved forward through the forest until we arrived at a clearing at the base of a mountain.

  A creek provided an ambient soundtrack for the area, as the water was located to the west of our position. The bear shook his shoulders once more and this time I dismounted by design. The ground was soft and thick with redwood duff. The bear let out a roar, and I watched as the shaggy mane which I had held onto and felt comforted by on our walk, transformed into a thick head of luxurious hair. After a reasonable amount of contortion and bared teeth, the figure ceased its transformation and became the man with whom I had mated prior to our journey through the woods.

  I wondered what it might be like for he and I to live here in the woods together, alone. I didn't know or understand what an intense misconception I had made. We had not been present within the clearing longer than thirty minutes before the sound of a massive creature came roaring through the shrubs, speaking in a language that I comprehended, but could not understand where I had ever learned such a tongue.

  "Who is the human?" the voice roared, gutteral in nature.

  "Sow, not human," the mate replied.

  The creature snorted, and lumbered over to where I sat. He sniffed me, and I could tell he had narrowed down my entire pheremone profile with a single powerful inhale. A nose pressed against my crotch, much in the same way that had proceeded the previous coupling with the man who stood at my side. The largest bear I have ever seen took a deep breath of my vagina's scent. I flushed with juices, as I thought about the way that I had been treated after the last time this had happened. The creature emitted a sound that was somewhere between a roar and laughter.

  "She's ready, you've done well," the bear roared, teeth glinting.

  The bear transformed into a massive human in a single, graceful effort while claws gripped at my shoulders and chest, lifting me into the air. By the time I had been set down, a vicious looking wild man was standing over me, easily twice the size of the man who now stood behind him. Suddenly, and with little consideration for how my body might respond, he eagerly fell on my body. His firm erection was thrust between my labia with such force that I thought my body might have been torn.

  He went so deep that his body rammed up against the wall of my cervix, demanding that the delivered substance be admitted into the welcoming environment of my womb. As the huge man covered my body, my legs felt like they may have split apart. I felt the body I inhabited betray my better judgement as my legs legs did their best to spread around the body of the huge man, pulling him close.

  The friction burn subsided and gave way to a new kind of heat, as blood flooded my vulva. The connection between the two of us turned into a rich circulatory flow, full of erotic tension. He pulled his body up, trying to pull out so as to impale me once more, but I held onto him with my legs in a vise grip; locking my pelvis onto his, and squeezing his penis with the walls of my vagina. The man was surprised, and broke through his entire sexual process in order to register that I would not simply lay there and be fucked by some stranger; that I had some say in how things were going to proceed, and that my vagina was not a passive recipient of his pleasure, but an active member within an ongoing dialog between sexual bodies.

  I squeezed him, as if to wring out the power of his cock and absorb it within my own body. The response was not something that he anticipated, and I could see in his eyes that he thought I would be a more passive recipient of the sexual domination which he had offered me. To be honest, I doubt that he actually considered it an offering; it was more like he considered it a pastime, and I was his treat for the day. I reached forward with my mouth and bit him on the shoulder hard. I almost drew blood. He scratched me, and I could feel his nails rake down my back, but I did not relent. I continued to sink my teeth into him, all the while grinding and pulling my pelvis toward his body.

  He laughed, growled, and then fell forward, as if to crush my body beneath his; to pummel me into submission; there was no way that would work. Subconsciously, my body reached out to the forest surrounding me and an area in the duff opened up beneath the two of us. I was received by a tiny, shallow net, just large enough to accommodate my body, and prevent him from crushing mine. The extension of my mind created an additional tunnel out toward my head, and vines grew up out of the ground at a rapid pace in order to bind his hands, feet, torso and neck.

  A mushroom, one which I knew intuitively, but had no way of recognizing by sight sprouted out of the ground, phallic and bold. The fruiting body placed itself within the man's mouth, and the vines ensured that he bit, and did not spit the fungus out. I crawled out from beneath his hulking form, and surveyed my work. The fallen alpha swallowed the phallus, which had been forced into his mouth.

  Without my knowledge, four others, not including the shifter who had carried me here, had arrived at the scene and were standing in a circle. Each had shifted into their anthro-form, and each of them were in the same position as the man whom I had bound and forced to consume the fruit of life and death. Had I been aware only moments before, I would have seen four of them eagerly stroking themselves, waiting for their chance to find some purchase within my body. Instead, I found myself momentarily liberated, as even my former lover was now bound, gagged and drugged per my subconscious cry for security.

  Unbeknownst to me, I had actually found myself within an orgiastic
mating ritual, wherein the seed from the entire Tribe would be mixed within my uterus like a cocktail. Each sperm delivered intended to sire to the newest member of the group. The alpha of the pack had his way first, though the one who had sought me out initially fucked and inseminated me. Evidently, the first mating opportunity was taken as an incentive to follow the intuitive direction of the forest spirit for the expressed purpose of finding, capturing and bringing new mates into the Tribe. This is how they maintained their genetic diversity.

  Interestingly, for the Tribe, each of them had found something which was quite beyond their usual stray dream, or forest nymph. I had partaken in the divine countenance of the Goddess herself, and as a result, my unconscious mind was prone toward representing myself as a ruler, no matter what the context of authority. Within the present circumstance, my authority made itself clear by placing the odds in my favor or else I might have been gang raped in the name of tribal lineage.

  I didn't mind being the sexual objective for each of the six members of the tribe present, but six werebears against one female is hardly a fair encounter. I nodded, and walked around, sweat dripping off from my body.