by Asia Marquis
“Do you want to be our bear whore?”
“I do,” I pant. Admitting that feels right, but it makes my body hot. My hand slides down my stomach and between my legs. I can't help touching myself soft folds.
“What's your name,” Billy asks. His cock is at attention again. I think he likes submissive women.
“Jessabelle.”
“Jessabelle,” he repeats, savoring the sound in his mouth. “Get up, Jessabelle.”
I do as I'm told, like a good bear whore would. I stand up, and I spread my legs. I make sure I'm on display for them, to keep them interested. I don't want them to think about anything but me.
The men ogle me. Their eyes examine every fold of flesh and the wildness of my hair. Fox comes over to me. He lifts up one of my breasts, letting it drop and jiggle. Then, he presses on my back, forcing me to bend over.
All three men move behind me. Billy and Virgil keep their space, but Fox stays close. His meaty hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them wide. He dips his face between them, and then he licks my asshole. His tongue, slimy and hot, laps at my sphincter while his hands stroke my slit.
It's strange, and it tickles, but it also feels good. His fingers slip into my slit and move in and out of me. I cum twice this way, my knees shaking each time. I have to shuffle forward and lean against a tree to keep from falling.
Billy and Virgil step up to each side of me and play with my tits while Fox eats my ass. Their hands grip their cocks, stroking to make their manhood large again.
Virgil signals for Billy to step aside. Fox and Virgil move me away from the tree. I wrap my arms around Virgil's hips and take his cock in my mouth.
Fox, meanwhile, positions his cock. Not at my cunt, but at my ass. I'm an anal virgin, but I'm not scared. I'm ready. I want this new experience.
The politician grunts and pushes his fat cock into my tight hole. It hurts, and then it hurts worse, until he sinks in fully. Billy comes back up to me as my tongue writhes around Virgil's prick. The rock star masturbates over me. All three moan as they move closer to climax.
I do my best to suck Virgil's cock well. I suck on it, and twist my head. I use my hand to caress his ball sack. When he cums down my throat, I swallow it all. Not one drop dribbles out of my mouth. I wish I had more to swallow.
Billy cums soon after, spilling his seed onto my back and ass. Then Fox, whose grunt echos off the trees as he sprays into my bowels.
They pull away, and finally I stand up. I savor the feeling of having taken cum in every hole. A tingling feeling, not like an orgasm but still pleasurable, washes over my hole body.
Then it focuses on my stomach. Placing my hand on it, I watch it as it glows white and grows just a bit. I don't look full term, but I'm definitely showing... and I'm definitely pregnant.
“You're with child!” Virgil exclaims, placing a hand on my stomach. His face lights up. “I bet it's my child!”
“Yeah right, it's totally mine. I came in her first,” Billy says, puffing out his chest.
Virgil and Fox look at him for a moment, and then all three burst out laughing. I laugh too. Fox brushes my hair out of my face, a surprisingly tender gesture for someone who nearly took my cunt by force.
“You're going to mother our children. Isn't that right?”
It feels right, but my rational mind thinks it shouldn't. “Hey-” I start, pulling away.
“Give in,” Virgil says, caressing my face.
“Come with us,” Billy agrees. His hand slips between my thighs and caresses my slit. There's no arguing with that. My rational brain is just going to have to learn to work with my vagina from now on.
“Okay,” I say, smiling. I feel so happy. I'm with child! “I will come with you!”
All three men whoop and dance around. It's fun to watch these powerful, rich men display such excitement and happiness.
Then Virgil looks at me again, his eyes bright. “Bend over, Jessabelle. We're going to celebrate!”
I do as I'm told. Happily.
Shifter Impregnation 2
The Bear Politician's Baby
Wren Winter
Pressing my hand against my son's cheek, I feel an immense swelling of pride. I only gave birth to the boy, who I've named Brent, three months ago and already he's walking and using a primitive forms of sign language. He can say “Mommy,” and he does so often.
I don't know why he's growing so fast. I wish he wouldn't. I wanted to savor his youngest days, and I want to always dote on him.
None of the werebears have been by since they dropped me off here. My only human interaction has been with three other woman who are caring for their own cubs. From them, there are three boys and six girls. They're all aging as quickly as Brent.
Here, of course, is a cave in the woods where I was first chased by Fox, Virgil and Billy. While it isn't the location I would choose to raise children, it's warm enough. Sometimes, when it rains, it gets damp. It is also prone to spider infestations, disgusting and big brown ones with furry legs. Yech.
Though the men haven't returned, every morning there is fresh fish waiting for us outside. When I'm bored, I wander the woods. I feel safer, since I'm protected by three kings of the trees.
I miss them, though.
One of the women, Yolandi, told me that she has only seen the men for breeding sessions. When I asked if the men were kind to her, she only shrugged and said that they're neither kind or unkind. They come here to do what they must, and then they leave.
From my night of passion with them, that doesn't make sense to me. Yolandi is beautiful. Her skin is dark, darker than the bark on the trees in these woods. I'm envious of her full lips and her fuller lips, and when I watched her breastfeed her youngest child I was jealous of her breasts as well.
“Mommy,” Brent says, taking my hand off his face. He kisses it, his big brown eyes watching me. Sometimes, I wonder if my son can read my mind.
I hope not. It's so often occupied with thoughts of being impregnated. I'm feeling that deep, primal urge. Ever since Brent self-weaned from my tit, I have been craving another child. It's not just me being horny and craving the cock. I crave cum, deep within me. I crave the swelling belly. I crave to have life growing within me once again.
Brent's head whips towards the entrance of the cave. The sudden movement from my son puts me on edge. Dropping my hand, he runs out into the fading sunlight.
“Brent!” I yell, reaching but failing to grab him and pull him close. “Come back!” I chase after him, my bare feet stumbling on the uneven stony floor.
Out of the cave's darkness, I strain my eyes and see my son standing with his back to me. I gasp and grab him, dropping to my knee to pull him close. “Never, ever run into the woods like that! You never know what could-”
Fox is standing before us.
“Mommy,” Brent says, his voice quizzical. He turns to me and moves his hands, using sign language to ask, “who?”
“Go back inside,” I say. I gently push him towards the entrance, worry making my eyebrows sore.
“Billy's genetics are so strong,” Fox says, watching my boy as he runs clumsily back into the safety of our home. “How are you two getting on out here?”
“F-fine,” I reply, crossing my arms and blushing. My mind accuses me of summoning this politician with my dirty thoughts. Maybe he smelled my heat and came for me.
“And the others? Are they treating you kindly?”
I nod.
“Good. You're being quiet, though. Have you forgotten the fun we had?” He steps up to me, touching my chin lightly with his hand. I shudder and instinctively move closer to him. Of course I haven't forgotten. I'll never forget.
Yolandi steps out of the cave. “Jessabelle? Brent looks shaken up.” She stops when she sees Fox, then falls to her knees. She crawls over to him, and when she reaches him she strokes his leg. “Fox, please,” she begs. I can hear her breathing hard. Her skin is flushing. She nuzzles his leg with her head. “Please take me again. Let me have another of yo
ur babies.”
“Not this time, my dear,” Fox says. He never takes his eyes off of me. What's this all about? Why is he turning down Yolandi for me? “You're not yet ready for breeding.”
“Noooo,” she whines. He steps away from her. She prostrates herself on the ground, bowing to Fox as if he were a god. “I'm ready, I beg of you! You haven't left my mind yet!”
“Jessabelle, Yolandi will watch Brent while you and I take a stroll through the woods.” Fox juts his arm out. I feel conflicted, wanting to stand up to Yolandi but at the same time so desperately ready to be bred again. In the end, my basic instincts win out and I take his arm, swooning as he leads me deeper into the trees. Soon, any thought of Yolandi is gone.
“How is Brent, Jessabelle?” Fox's voice is polite, but it seems to be veiling a hidden emotion. Jealousy, maybe.
Pride swells. “He's amazing. He's growing so fast, he's already walking and kind of talking. I taught him sign language to help with his terrible twos stage, and so far it has really helped with his mood.”
“Oh? Where did you learn sign language?”
“My grandmother was born deaf, so I learn at an early age.”
Fox nods as he navigates me around a fallen tree. “You are full of surprises, aren't you? Well, I suppose it's obvious to you, but werebears have accelerated growth, up until what is equivalent to a human of 10 years old. When Brent reaches that point, his growth will slow and eventually become matched up with human growth.
“It should also be obvious to you that I am here to sweep you off your feet and take you back to my home in DC. I have a surprise for you there, one even better than a simple breeding.”
“Oh? What is it?” I ask.
He chuckles, patting my arm. “You'll just have to wait and find out. I have to say, though,” he stops and pulls me close. Burying his face into my neck, he sniffs hard. “I can smell your heat on you. You've healed and you're fertile. I bet you've been dreaming about us.”
I say nothing. I just look to the ground, my face burning hot.
“Tell me one of your fantasies, one that you had with me.”
“Oh, I can't!” I whine. “It's to embarrassing!”
Fox's hand wraps around my slender throat. “Did I give the impression you had a choice?”
The violence makes me melt. I almost want to fight with him more so that he'll keep his hands wrapped around me.
“One of my fantasies,” I rasp. He lets go of my throat so that I can continue. Taking a moment, I build up all the courage I can and look right into his eyes. “Is that you would tie me up to a bed, and hit me and use me. In my dreams, you're slapping my pussy and my face, and choking me harder than you did just now.”
Fox sets his jaw. I can see my words having an effect on him. No doubt testosterone is coursing through his body, now.
“God, I've never met a woman like you.” He pinches my nipple through my thin shirt, a plain shirt left in the cave for me a few nights ago. “You're mine, this time. I'm going to fuck you so rough, you won't be able to sit straight for days. And the best part is, twins run in my family. I hope you get stuck with two of my babies, you dumb slut.”
Hnng. Being called dirty names totally does it for me. I pant, my stomach tightening with excitement. I don't know if I can handle more than one cub at a time, but I'm willing to go through anything to get fucked again.
While walking back to the cave, Fox tells me dirty things and calls me dirty names. He is well versed in verbally abusing women when they need it, and I just lap it all up. I don't know when it happened, but I have become a real slut.
“You!” A growling deep voice bellows. Virgil pounds out of the dark cave and run towards Fox, his fist balled and his whole body tense. “Get away from her! She's mine this time!”
Virgil attempts to throw a punch at Fox, but Fox easily dodges it. Even though he's got more mass on his body, Fox is surprisingly fast. “Now, now, Virgil. No need to resort to violence.” Even as he says this, though, Fox seems to be raising his hackles. Both men are giving off a threatening aura. I back away and watch them.
“It's my right, you bastard! It's my right to take her first! It's bad enough Billy got to breed her first. I killed her mate, I get first fuck!” Virgil lunges at Fox again. Another miss.
My mate? I had completely forgotten! They killed my boyfriend before taking me. I dig deep, trying to find outrage or some kind of emotional response to this, but nothing is there. I remember the blood, the metallic scent of it.
I want to be furious, but there is no fury in me. Just devotion to these men. The violence only heightens that devotion. Am I becoming an animal myself? Wooed by flashy displays of masculinity and violence?
But, fuck, Virgil looks sexy with sweat dripping down his forehead and his body tensed and ready for a fight. His hair is slicked back, so that he looks like one of the bad boys in Grease except in a suit.
Both of these men want me? They are both fighting for me, to claim me? A visceral sort of thrill runs through my body. Am I really that desirable? That sexy?
“Fuck you, Virgil!” Fox yells, shortly after Virgil's fist pounds against his jaw. His bones crack, but he heals quickly. It's sort of disgusting to watch, actually, as his bones snap back into place.
“Come on, you like sloppy seconds. I know you do,” Virgil mocks. “What's wrong with sloppy thirds?”
Fox reels back and throws all of his weight into a punch that lands soundly on Virgil's nose. Another sickening crack echoes off the trees. Virgil grunts and staggers backward with the force of the blow.
“Bastard,” he spits. “You're lucky we heal quickly, or I'd press charges and ruin your pathetic political career.”
“I'd like to see you try! The public hates you!” Fox laughs. He's breathing heavily.
Virgil's yells and his shoulders hunch. Fox does the same, both their bodies bubbling and cracking. I step back, covering my ears and screaming.
“What are you doing? Stop! Stop!”
They don't listen to me. They continue their transformation, their bodies twitching and expanding before contracting back into place. Their bodies aren't fully transformed when they charge at each other. Their chests slam together while fur grows on their nude and grotesque bodies.
Virgil slams Fox to the ground, but as they wrestle and scramble in the dirt I lose track of who each bear is. One bear swipes at the other's eye, who returns with a bite to the leg. They pull apart before slamming together in a horrible bear hug, roaring all the while.
One of the bears has his jaws nearing the other's throat, but then they pull away. One collapses to the ground, and they both transform back into humans again.
“Fine!” One yells, his mouth still distorted and half-beastial. “Fine, you can take her first! Your offspring will be weak and will die in the womb, no doubt.”
The one calling out the curse is Virgil, whose eye is rapidly healing but still bleeding. I gasp, starting to move towards him to help him, but Fox stops me.
“Come on, my love. Leave the loser to bleed.”
I don't want to leave him, but Fox puffs out his chest and takes my arm, pulling me close to him. His other arm slips under my knees, and he pulls me into his arms. I wrap mine around his shoulder, burying my face into his neck as he carries me through the woods.
I can smell the testosterone and adrenaline on him, in his sweat. He's limping, but he was the victor. He smells like victory and manliness. It's intoxicating.
Outside of the woods is car, which drives us to an airfield where a private jet is waiting for us. It's entirely black and shines like it's just been washed. A gust of wind whips through my hair.
“Are we flying on that?”
Fox nods and smiles. “I just bought this last month. You're going to love it.”
I wish my son was here to experience this with me. My heart aches for a moment, but then I snap back to the present when Fox grabs my butt cheek and pulls me up the stairs into the jet.
The insi
de is wider than I thought it would be. It's furnished with tables and couches, plus TVs built into the walls. Papers are strewn about one of the tables, which Fox scoops up and puts away into his briefcase.
The couches are covered in leather. As I sit in one, I lean my face against it and breathe in the earthy smell of it. “It's wonderful,” I sigh. A girl could get used to living this kind of life. Especially after being in the woods for so long.
“Miss?” A soft voice asks. I turn and find a woman dressed in a skimpy uniform holding out a glass of something bubbly for me. “Would you like some champagne?” Her blue eyes twinkle with a smile. I envy her cleavage, which balloons out of her tight top.
“Sure,” I whisper, taking the glass from her. She stands back up and walks to the back of the plane, behind a curtain. Fox sits next to me as two more men in suits and sunglasses steps into the plane as well.
Fox places his hand on my thigh. I giggle and blush, taking a sip of the bubbly champagne. Fox drinks his quickly, watching me with hunger in his eyes. Sometimes even in human form he reminds me of a bear.
I finish my drink, and then he takes the glass from my hand. He holds it up and then in one quick motion tosses it to the side. It doesn't break, but rolls on its side until it his the foot of one of the other men.
His hand goes under my chin and he tips my face up. I feel his breath on my face. My head feels light, so I close my eyes, and Fox pulls me in for a kiss. It's violent, hungry, more teeth than lips and with a lot of tongue.
“Ah,” I moan, pressing a hand against his chest. He pushes into me. His hand slips up my thighs and presses my mound.
Pulling away, he grumbles. “You make it hard to follow through on plans.”
“I'm sorry.”
He looks me up and down, gritting his teeth. “Undress. Completely.”
I do so, and stand before him completely nude. He stands up and fondles my breasts. His fingers pinch and roll my nipples. Then he brings me over to one of the chairs, bends me over, and rubs my cunt.
I sigh contentedly, laying against the chair as he plays with my genitals. It feels so nice. His hands are soft and he knows just where to press.