by Aria Ford
“My, someone needs to watch their language,” he said, pulling momentarily away from me, and even though I couldn't see him in the dark concealment of the sleeping bag, I knew there was a smirk on his stupid, beautiful face.
“Shut your lips and get them back on my pussy,” I said, half teasing, but also a little bit crazed and desperate. Thankfully, he did as requested, and once again I was left wheezing, pushing myself into him, riding him to the utmost heights of pleasure.
The return of his mouth to me was a sweet relief, and he managed to pick up right where he'd left off before my bout of profanity. “Ohhhhhhhh,” I sighed with relief, settling back into him. Then I flinched, pushing upward toward the top of the sleeping bag, pushing my entire body up this time instead of down.
“Oh…. Oh…. Oh…. Oh….” He'd really gotten me now.... He'd begun to push his fingers up inside me, and he was stroking my clitoris as his tongue continued to twist around inside me. This caused my body to fill up so thoroughly with sensations that I thought I might just burst.
I could have gone on like this for hours, although reasonably he would have had to come up for air every few minutes or so if that were the case. And hell, for all I knew in my stupefied haze of pleasure, maybe he did stay down there devouring me for hours, I couldn't honestly tell you. The moments seemed to stretch on endlessly, with waves of delight sweeping regularly through my system, crushing me with pleasure, and my body ready to go spiraling out of control at his touch at any given second.
At last, orgasm began to buzz through my pelvis, and it bled up through the rest of my system in turn, lighting up my nerve endings, in sweet, steady waves. Climax came, then slowly pushed back, and then came back harder than ever, and I realized, after a while, that it was all one steady ordeal of pleasure - a long, hot orgasm, one that seemed to last for several minutes, and that varied in its intensity and duration according to what was being done to me down there at that particular moment.
I wrapped a leg around Jason's perfect head as the last mammoth wave of delight swept through my body, and I gripped him fiercely. Somehow, I felt it possible that I might not survive this last wave of climax wholly intact, and my fingers sank so deep into his sweaty flesh that it might have been me who possessed bear claws. My eyes sprang open, and my entire body shook with pleasure, making me feel as though at any moment I might well lose control, and all I could do was lie there in wait, hoping that I could survive through to the other side.
At last, when I thought I could take no more, the sensations gradually began to ease inside me, and I let out an intense sigh of relief. Jason lingered between my thighs for several seconds, continuing to lick and to tease, and I appreciated the effort of his doing so a great deal - having him pull out immediately would have been entirely too sudden, and this helped me adjust back into a normal state of being.
Finally my nostrils flared, and I shook all over as Jason began to climb up along my body, emerging with his head sweaty and his muscular anatomy looking as splendid as ever.
I spread my legs further apart, and instantly felt the tip of his penis pushing between the lips of my pussy. It was his turn now, and I relaxed my body, easing him inside me. He savored the heat of my anatomy as he inserted himself, burying his tip in me, and then sliding his shaft all the way into me, inch by inch by agonizing inch of his immensity filling me up inside, until at last he touched down, and once again I was trembling with pleasure.
He waited for a moment before beginning, peering into my eyes from above. I swept away one of the wet strands of hair plastered to my forehead, and I smiled up at him, nostrils flaring. He smiled in return, and gradually, he began to thrust. He stroked tenderly, driving his long, stiff shaft into my deepest, wettest depths, and proceeding to clench and unclench his buttocks with the rhythm of his thrusts. I began to moan, heating up quickly after having just made it through a first round of mind-blowing pleasure, but all too ready for more.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and twisted my legs around his thrusting ass as he pounded me delicately, his body moving in a steady, flowing rhythm in to my own. “Oh…. Oh.... Yes…. Yes…. Yes….” I loved the sound of his cock slipping wetly in and out of me, and the hot sensations of our fucking filled me to the brim, so that I once again pushed my pelvis deeper, deeper, and deeper into him, almost reflexively.
Harder, harder, harder he smashed me, and I was really beginning to cry out with pleasure now, dying with delight beneath him, our sweat-soaked bodies colliding loudly, the tent seeming to spin around my head as he pushed and pumped and thrusted and fucked.
“Oh God…. Oh God.... Oh GODDDDD!”
He heaved himself into me one final, beautiful time, and he held himself firmly in place. I didn't think it was possible, but the sensations of climax were already roaring back through my body, burning me to my core, and I could hardly see straight from the intensity as they shot through my body like a drug. Jason poured his molten, sticky essence into my body in long, hot streams, filling me up with himself, and setting me over the edge.
My nails sank deeper, deeper, deeper into his flesh, and I snorted and snarled like a bear myself, quivering from head to toe, until at last full release was achieved.
Both of us pulled apart, gasping, exhausted, but immediately laughing with pleasure at what the two of us had done to one another.
God, I thought, I was a lucky, lucky woman....
He pulled himself out of me and immediately pulled me back up against himself, squeezing my body tightly in his arms. He kissed me deeply, longingly, shoving his tongue as far into my mouth as he could manage, needing me now more than ever it seemed, and I, in turn, felt the same necessity for him in that moment.
Slowly, gradually, the two of us drifted off to sleep in one another's arms, and an intense, but unsatisfying, rest took me over.
2
This time, when I awoke, I was more confused than ever, my head disoriented, and my settings appearing strange and alien as I craned my head around the otherwise empty tent. This was strange…. How had I come to be abandoned, I wondered? Why was I here, all by myself, with no one else around?
Jason was no longer beside me inside the sleeping bag, and that in itself seemed especially peculiar. And what was more, I suddenly realized that it was freezing in here, my body still wet with perspiration but chilled, and I hugged my naked body tightly into myself, trying to warm myself up to some extent, but to no real avail.
I could hear voices, coming from outside the tent, and this further baffled me. I felt suddenly afraid, though I couldn't immediately identify the reason for my fear. You could call it a gut reaction, I suppose, and it turned out to be one with a reasonable foundation.
Fear gripped me, and I slowly moved up toward the flap of the tent, covering my tits with the sleeping bag as though to preserve my modesty from someone.
Through the fabric of the tent, lit up by firelight from the other side, I could see the silhouette of a man, presumably Jason. But across from him, on the other side, I thought I could see two other figures, men I couldn't come close to identifying, their voices fierce and aggressive, and their presence at the fireside seeming somehow wrong, dangerous....
I tried to listen more closely, to make out the words being exchanged between Jason and the newcomers.
“Leave us now…. The two of you have no business whatsoever. We've done you no harm, and there is no reason for you to harm us in turn,” Jason said. This sentence alone gave me goosebumps, but the response of one of the two men turned my blood cold as the words passed his lips.
“There needn't be any reason, other than the fact that you are a bear shifter, and our kinds have been mortal enemies since the beginning of time.... You come here, to our territory, intruding where you know you don't belong.... And what the hell else could you possibly expect?”
“I'm sorry, please.... I honestly had no idea that this was your territory….” There was a tinge of desperation in Jason's voice, as though he knew eve
n as he spoke that this would get him nowhere. This, I felt, was a mistake, as it showed a distinct lack of confidence on his part, revealing his weakness in this most delicate of moments. “Please, just let us go, and we'll leave immediately. Next time, we'll be more careful.”
“I'm afraid there won't be a next time, my friend….”
And in that moment, everything changed.
There was a loud snarl, and I could see the two men lunging forward, changing in their silhouettes. Jason, too, changed, shifting into his form as a bear and letting out an immense, horrible roar. Shocked, I scrambled to unzip the flap to the tent, in spite of my own best interests, perhaps, but I simply couldn't avoid gazing upon the scene as it unfolded.
They were werewolves, the two strangers, two snarling canines attacking the man I loved, biting at his flanks, attempting to tackle him, to shove him down, to murder him….
I stood watching on edge, feeling powerless and frightened as hell, as bodies twisted, fangs snapped, claws sank into skin. I wanted to intervene so badly, to save the man I loved, but I knew that, if anything, I would be the one that needed saving.
I shrieked as one of the wolves bowled Jason over to the ground, pinning him there, and Jason, no matter how he struggled, seemed incapable of shaking the beast free.
Then, to make matters even worse, the other wolf, the one not presently on the attack, suddenly caught sight of my peeking out, and he immediately began to snarl in my direction. I gasped, and tried to zip myself back inside the tent, but of course, at this point, none of that would be of any use. I was defenseless, and I knew it, and the beast knew it….
He lunged toward me with murderous intent clear in his every movement, flanks strobing as he ran and fangs bared, jaws parting, as he readied himself to take a massive, lethal bite out of me.
But then a massive, deadly roar broke through the air, and once again the tables were turning.
Jason, seeing me in danger, had snapped. He was lifting the wolf on him into the air, hurling him against a tree, where his body seemed as though it actually snapped as it hit the wood surface. The second wolf paused, sensing this disturbance, but before he could react Jason had a hold of him sinking his teeth into the creature and hurling him into the fire.
I cried out, horrified, feeling bad for the creature despite knowing it had been about to murder me. Its coat crackled with flames, and it was left yelping wildly as it scrambled from the clearing, presumably in the direction of the stream. Its crippled partner ran off after it, hobbling and looking especially weak all the while.
I sat panting, eyes wide, breathing heavily for several minutes, my mind reeling as I struggled to even begin to process it all.
At last, I managed to get a hold of myself, and I turned brusquely to Jason, staring at him as though for an explanation, or some word of comfort to help me process all that had just unfolded before my stunned eyes. But of course, what the hell was he supposed to say?
His body shifted back into its human state, but the sight of him like this was scarcely any sort of relief. His naked anatomy was covered in blood, riddled with claw and teeth marks from head to toe, and I thought I might pass out from the look of him alone in that moment.
He gave me an intense, weary look, and somehow, without words having to pass between the two of us, I thought I had a fairly accurate notion of precisely what was going on in his mind at that moment.
3
We made it back to the city, for the most part, in one piece. I was understandably shaken by the entire episode, and it was honestly the first time it had really ever sank in for me how peculiar the situation I found myself in with Jason really was.
We spoke minimally of it for the first several days, but of course it swelled up massively beneath the surface, the elephant in the room no matter what else was going on. I helped treat Jason's wounds, though he had to go to the hospital to get a couple of the more severe ones stitched up properly. He gave the doctors some bullshit story about an ATV accident or something, although I'm sure they could tell quite plainly that they were teeth and claw marks slashed all across his skin.
An unmistakable distance began to grow between the two of us after that. He seemed less talkative, less enthusiastic about things. I could practically read his thoughts most days, and I knew exactly what was on his mind. But he seemed wholly unwilling to discuss things with me, on any level whatsoever. Any time I made the mistake of trying, he would get upset and storm off to another room to be away from me.
I could tell that I was losing him, and the worst part of it was the fact that there seemed to be absolutely nothing I could do about it.
And then one day, he was gone, without a trace. Not a word, except in the form of a note he left me, detailing what I already knew to be the truth:
“I'm sorry. I had to go. I sincerely believe that you're the love of my life, but I don't believe for a second that the lives we tried to share will ever be compatible with one another. That's completely my fault, and I have to accept that. Some things just aren't meant to be. I put you in danger out there because of who I was, after you'd come to accept and trust me. And there is no excuse for that. I'm not going to allow it to happen again. I couldn't live with myself if something ever happened to you because of something I did, and as much as it hurts me I know that I have to do the right thing and let you move on with your life. There's no point in pretending things can go any other way. I hope you find someone better who can make you happy in life, and that you'll forgive me for everything. Yours always, - Jason.”
As easily as that, he was gone from my life.
An unbearable loss, indeed....
I cried for several days straight after receiving his message, scarcely doing anything else at all. Lying around listening to music, watching garbage on TV to help pass the hours, calling off of work and using up all my sick days in the process.
Only gradually did I manage to dig my way back out of all that.
Still, though, once I did manage to continue with my life to some extent, the memories didn't stop tumbling back around in my head, cropping up at all the wrong times, and robbing me of any sort of peace of mind.
I'd really loved him, and the fact that he was now gone, without even talking things over with me or trying to help me come to terms with it.... Well, it was torture on many levels. I felt completely abandoned, unable to escape the memories made by the two of us during our time spent together.
I would have to try, though. That much I knew. I needed to move on, to look forward in my life instead of backward. I was young, attractive, but I wasn't getting any younger.
I had to get myself back out there.
I started going on dates, although my heart was only ever half into them, if even that much. The men I met were, I suppose, more or less okay. Nothing special, though, and nothing, I could always tell, that would even come close to comparing with that which I had shared with Jason.
There were ups and downs to this, of course. Some men, it was plainly evident from the very first meeting, from the looks in their eyes, had only sex on their minds, and had no greater intention for meeting me than that. Sometimes, I would even oblige them this, not caring, and thinking that maybe intimacy would get me a little bit closer to where I'd been before meeting Jason.
But it was the never the same as with Jason. No one could make me lightheaded with their love as he did. No one could make me dizzy, make me beg for more even as my entire body shook with my inability to stand such sweet, decadent pleasure.
None of it was the same as it had been with Jason, and it seemed so impossible for me to come to terms with that fact.
I eventually started seeing someone more regularly, though it was less because I felt any sort of genuine attraction to him, and more that I simply got tired of jumping from one bed to the next every night. Maybe some stability, I thought, would help me forget about Jason, and the life we might have had together, but no more.
Eric was a nice enough guy. At any rate, he
was a far better partner than most of the other men I let myself stoop to in my time of need. He treated me with respect and seemed to genuinely care about me, and I tried to do so in return. But I just couldn't see him as anything more than the replacement he was, and no matter how I might have tried, thoughts of what I was missing out on continued to haunt me despite my best efforts.
I just couldn't deny it any longer... I missed Jason, and no one in the world but the man himself could fill the hole in my life he'd left in his wake upon leaving.
I didn't know what to do...
I felt like shit for leaving Eric when he'd been so caring and decent to me, but I knew there was nothing there, really. I would just be entangling myself in something without real substance, and I knew full well that it wasn't worth continuing.
I tried to let him down gently, and I could see the heartbreak in his eyes when I broke the news. But, like he'd been all throughout the course of our brief fling, he'd been very patient and understanding and the two of us went our separate ways without any indignity or protest on his part.
There was only one man I truly loved, and I wasn't going to let him slip away from my life as he had without at least putting up some semblance of an effort at winning him back.
In truth, I had no real idea where he'd gone, or at least not on any concrete terms. His disappearance had been random and unannounced, without warning even though the signs had been there for days by that point. Still, though, it wasn't especially difficult to make a few educated guesses as to his whereabouts, and though seeking him out may have presented its share of dangers and challenges, there was no doubt in my mind as to the fact that that was what I needed to do.
I would be lying shamelessly if I told you the prospect of returning to those woods wasn't an intimidating one for me, particularly after what had happened last time, with those two vicious werewolves, and the near fatal end I'd met at their hands.
This time, too, I would be without Jason to protect me should the enemy make it to me before I made it to him. I wished I had some means of protection, a gun or something, to keep me safe. But I didn't own one, didn't know anyone who owned one, and honestly wasn't sure that I felt like carrying one at any rate. My only weapon, then, was a canister of mace that I routinely employed in the city, which I knew would scarcely do me much good in the face of such fierce predators, but it was really all I could think to come equipped with.