by Irons, Rose
It was everything she had remembered, and more.
The sweetness of the kiss pierced her to her very core, singing through her veins and setting her whole body on fire. In that instant she was lost, once more a young girl kissing the boy she had fallen in love with so long ago.
How could she have ever left him?
"Mindy, we..." Joe began, breaking off the kiss, but desperately, she drew him back down.
Their kiss began to change, drawing urgency from the moment and for all the years they had spent apart. Mindy could feel his need rising against her, and she panted into his mouth as his hands began to move on her.
They were moving, tripping over their clothing in their haste to undress. The Sheriff lowered her down by the fire, and Mindy could feel the grit and rock of the cave floor against her bare back, but she did not care. She needed him, desperately. She wanted to feel their old love, to feel whole again.
With a whimper, Mindy drew him down on top of her, twitching at the feel of his cock against her thigh. She spread her legs, letting him press against her eager entrance. His hands held her hips, and then he was inside her, piercing her with the cock she so desired.
Mindy screamed into the night, her cries lost in the sounds of the fire and the forest. Her ex slid himself into her tight depths, aided by the desperate wetness of her need. He worked her up and down on his shaft, and she almost wept at the beauty of their bodies coming together once more. She felt pleasure in places he hadn't even touched yet in their haste. She could drown in him.
There was something animal about their need. She panted with it, and could see in his eyes that he was lost in it as well. His shaft within her was so long, and hard, and Mindy could feel the tip of him press against her cervix. She was completely filled, and the sensation made her shudder again. His cock pulsed inside her, and Mindy cried out once more, desperate to keep Joe close, have him filling her as deeply as he could.
The pleasure of the cock inside her narrowed Mindy's whole world to that moment, the sensation of her first love inside her, splitting her, making her feel so amazing that her entire body was shuddering, quivering with need. He was working her harder now, and Mindy nearly began to cry at how she needed him.
And then, in an instant, he plunged deep inside her, and they were one.
His cock pulsed inside her once, twice, and Mindy could feel the sweet sensation of her womb being filled with Joe's seed. Her pleasure crested and broke, leaving her trembling in his arms, sated - and whole for the first time in years.
"Oh, Joe," she whispered. "I love you."
It was then she saw pain in his eyes. He withdrew from her, leaving her bereft. "I wish I could believe you, Min."
Desperate, she reached out to draw him back to her. "Please. I need you to believe me. What can I do?"
He turned back to her then, his eyes filled with a fire she didn't understand. For a moment, it terrified her.
But this was Joe. She trusted him.
The Sheriff took her back in his arms, and she gave herself up to him completely. His cock had already sprung back to life, impossibly. But she was as ready for him as he was for her. She let him lay her back down, his hands on her hips, drawing her up to him. Mindy opened her thighs in supplication, but then she felt it - his cock just barely touching her virgin asshole.
"Oh God," she whispered, but it was too late.
Her whole body shuddered violently, but she held herself still, doing as she had promised. She wanted the Sheriff to have everything he needed to prove her devotion. She wanted him to know how much she loved him.
At that moment, Joe slowly began to press himself inside her, and Mindy was filled with a pain and pleasure so exquisite she thought she might die.
His cock filled her ass, and Mindy cried out at the pain. She could feel his balls pressing against her cunt. At first, the pressure was too much, but as the Sheriff slowly withdrew and began to move within her once more, his hand gently stroking her clit, the pressure gave way to pleasure. Mindy moaned as he took her virgin asshole, his hands making her shudder in pleasure against his thick cock.
As her body began to accept his thrusts, he started to move faster, giving a soft grunt each time he pressed his full length inside of her. It was so good, but it was too much.
She gazed into Joe's face. The look on his face was terrible and beautiful, so full of desire she nearly came just at the sight of the hard need in his eyes.
The Sheriff thrust again into her ass, making her arch her back and cry out in supplication. Her whole body was infused with need, consumed with the desires of the man who was taking her.
He lifted her legs higher as he rose up on his knees, his big hands finding her lips and cunt once more. Joe buried two fingers inside of her as he pushed forwards, making Mindy moan in desire. Her body was wracked with a spasm of pleasure as his other hand found her clit. He circled it, sending a thrill through her as he began to fuck her with both hand and cock, bringing her to irresistible climax.
They came as one, Mindy screaming as she strained against her ex's hand. Her ass filled with come, but it was her own pleasure that truly filled her, sending her gasping into blackness as her vision swam. She moaned as the Sheriff withdrew, her body throbbing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Now, finally, she was sated.
Drowning in relief, Mindy closed her eyes. "Do you believe me now?"
His voice was so tender she wanted to weep. "I do believe you."
She buried her face in his chest. "I'll never leave you again. I promise."
The Sheriff was quiet for a long moment. When she looked up at him, he was propped up on one arm, his face thoughtful. "Actually, love, I think you should."
~
When Mindy returned to the hideout, all the lights were still on. She could see from the number of motorcycles that a number of the gang was out on patrol, maybe looking for her. Her heart lifted. Joe had said that dividing the gang would make things easier.
Her job would be to further divide the gang as best she could. If she could send a few bikers out at a time, the Sheriff had assured her he could handle them. He didn't say how.
It was up to Mindy to figure out how to handle Dirk.
The Sheriff had explicitly told her not to tangle with Dirk, and his eyes had been so hard and mysterious when he said it that she almost acquiesced. But this whole thing was her fault. And Mindy knew Dirk. She could take care of him without needing to get Joe involved.
Holding her breath for a few seconds to make herself pant, Mindy burst through the door, startling the two bikers on guard duty.
"Oh, thank God!" She clutched at one of them, trying not to laugh at his surprise. "He's out there, he's crazy! I just barely got away. He's right behind me."
They weren't bright, but they knew she was Dirk's girl and she had been missing. They went outside to check. Two down, Mindy thought, and moved deeper into the hideout.
Another she sent to the store for a first aid kit. Mindy knew she looked bruised and disheveled - the sex had certainly helped with that - but she must still look panicked, because he took off without a question. The next two, Mindy sent out to the parking lot to check on noises as well, but then she entered the main room, and her real challenge began.
Conversation stopped as soon as she burst in. All eyes turned to her in disbelief, and then as one to Dirk. Mindy had to sell her panic. She thought of Dirk attacking Joe again, and it was easy to inject a note of fear into her voice.
"Baby, oh God, I'm so glad to see you!" she sobbed out, throwing herself at Dirk. "It was awful. He grabbed me, and I just barely got free."
Dirk motioned a couple of the crew to the door, and draped an arm over Mindy's shoulders. "Come on, darlin'. We'll go someplace quiet and you can tell me all about it."
As Mindy had hoped and feared, he led her on to his bedroom. Then they were alone.
Mindy turned to Dirk and forced herself to press up against him, her breasts heaving against his broad chest. "I was so
scared, baby."
"I got you." There was a glint in Dirk's eye. "Who was in, darlin'?"
That was the question Mindy had feared. She took a deep breath, taking the chance. "It was Knucklehead, baby, he's gone crazy - "
A bark of laughter stopped her. Dirk had a psychotic grin on his face, but there was very little humor in it. Mindy began to back away, but she wasn't fast enough, and Dirk grabbed her wrist.
"Knucklehead, huh? Not yer old cop boyfriend?"
Mindy shook her head in terror. "I don't know what you're talking about," she tried. "Joe is dead - "
"I CAN SMELL HIM ON YOU," Dirk roared. He plunged his free hand into Mindy's pants and before she could squirm, his beefy fingers probed between her still-wet lips. He withdrew them as she gasped and held them under her nose. She could smell the aftereffects of her lovemaking with the Sheriff.
"Guess I was wrong, darlin'." Dirk's voice was soft and dangerous. "Yer not so smart after all."
Mindy screamed in terror as Dirk drew a knife and advanced on her.
"Dirk, baby, you don't have to do this," she pleaded, struggling against his other hand.
"No," he agreed cheerfully. "But I want to."
The knife entered her flesh clean and sharp, and for a moment, Honey felt nothing at all.
Then the pain came, and she knew she was going to die.
~
He was the bringer of death, and he dealt it out in silent fury that night. By ones and twos they fell before him until the Sheriff didn't know if he was using his hands or teeth on the bikers. He and the bear he had become had joined in purpose: to destroy the plague on this place.
He had lost count of the number of bodies he had scythed through when he heard Mindy scream.
It shocked the man in him awake. Had she gotten into trouble? Dirk must have known, somehow - if Mindy was in danger, Dirk had to be the reason why.
The Sheriff roared a challenge. He burst through the pitiful wooden door of the hideout, mauling two more guards as they backed away from him. One begged for something. He didn't care. All that mattered now was that he reach Mindy in time.
A feeling of déjà vu came over him as he rounded on the back room. As before, a great shape loomed in front of him. But this time, it was at the same height as the Sheriff. This time, he knew it was Dirk, a bear the same way he was. Whatever had happened to him, Dirk was the cause of it. And now he had hurt Mindy.
A red rage flickered over the Sheriff's eyes and he reared up, roaring a challenge to the other great bear. They charged at each other and came together in a whirlwind of claw and fury, snapping and snarling. Fur flew as they circled, clashed together, and circled again. The Sheriff felt a glancing blow ribboning his back in pain, and then roared in satisfaction as he mauled the other bear's arm.
The bear that was Dirk bellowed in pain. The Sheriff didn't give him a chance to retaliate. With a savage snarl, Joe jumped at Dirk as he staggered back, seizing the bear's throat in his powerful jaws and biting savagely through the fur until he could feel skin and bone beneath his fangs.
He held on grimly as the bear that was Dirk thrashed and bellowed beneath him. Bear and man within Joe united in purpose. Maybe the bear could heal quickly, but there was something no beast could heal from. The Sheriff clenched his great jaws and savagely twisted.
With a guttural groan, Dirk began to crumple beneath him.
And the Sheriff tore his throat out.
The hot blood scythed across the room, staining his fur and the walls with the last gasp of the thug's life, but Joe was already moving, pushing the corpse aside and running for Mindy as only a desperate bear could run.
She was still alive when he found her, but only just. His nose, so sensitive to the scents around him, could smell death on her. It would be soon.
Soon, unless...
The Sheriff remembered his first confused hours after the fire, how quickly he had healed. It was a gamble - but what else could he do? What Dirk had done, he could maybe replicate.
And if nothing else, he could at least bring death quickly to the woman he now knew he loved more than life itself.
With a defiant roar, he raised one great paw and slashes from the knife wound in Mindy's chest down between her breasts to her pelvis.
He settled back on his haunches, waiting - afraid to watch, afraid to look away. She took a deep breath and was still, and he hung his head, ready to howl out his pure animal sorrow at her loss...
But then his great ears heard her take another ragged breath, then another.
Impossibly, incredibly, Mindy was alive. She was breathing more strongly now, and even as he watched, her flesh knit itself together, leaving thin pink scars where he had mauled her. The Sheriff was lost in joy at the blessing and pure love for her - and then she began to change.
As he scented her new animal musk, there was nothing pure in his thoughts anymore. The beast in him reared its head, and stared at the she-bear with a growl of need.
She was glorious, an amazing beast. He could smell every inch of her, and wanted more. Her nostrils flared, and he knew she could feel the same.
They came together in a clash of titans, and then the Sheriff found he was holding Mindy again, Mindy alive and whole and human. She was naked in the aftermath of her bear form, and he leapt in desire. She smelled amazing even to his human nose, and as he caressed her scars, he found himself unspeakably aroused.
"You're alive," he breathed.
And then their mouths met, and he felt the bottom drop from his stomach into a pure pit of desire.
They stumbled into each other, the Sheriff pressing his lost love into the wall with a violence more suited to his bear self than his human form. She took it eagerly, growling back at him. He bit at her neck, his hands slipping to her sides, and then her generous hips.
Mindy's hands were in his hair, urging him downwards. Something about her touch mesmerized him, and he went to his knees, seeking the sweetness between her legs that he could still scent.
"Please," Mindy breathed.
He wasn't sure what she was pleading for, but he would give it all to her.
~
She moaned, her senses still singing with the new awareness her bear form had leant her. Even as a human, Mindy could scent the sex on the air as the Sheriff leaned forward. She could feel him, his hot breath on her lips, and then his mouth was on her, enveloping her.
His tongue moved, lapping audibly at her hips. It was warm, and the sweetest thing Mindy had ever experienced. Dirk had never touched her like this! She shuddered against Joe's mouth and hands as his tongue explored her folds, tracing her pussy until she whimpered.
Every time he flicked his tongue, a new rush of longing shook her, and she moaned whenever he stopped briefly. But he always returned, his tongue skilled and sweet, tracing undeniable rings around her swelling clitoris.
She gasped against the wave of pleasure that crashed over and through her, breaking against the tongue at her pussy and leaving her full of a need so exquisite she had trouble breathing. Her toes curled, and she fought the urge to completely succumb.
But there was more she wanted from Joe first.
She moaned into the night air, feeling the waves of pleasure break over her as she shuddered, her climax fading in the rush of sensation that shook her legs and threatened to leave her falling to her knees.
The Sheriff's tongue fucked her now, drawing her on even beyond her orgasm until, trembling, she felt herself collapsing against his mouth in agonized delight. Only then did he begin to slow, gently ceasing the assault on her eager body.
And then she felt his cock against her wet lips, and she moaned in desperate need. She needed Joe to take her, to violate her in passionate love, until both beast and woman inside her were sated.
"Now," she urged. "I need you!"
The Sheriff rammed his massive cock into her pussy so hard she squealed, and then he did it again. Again and again he buried himself in her, and each time Mindy could feel pl
easure rippling out through her body until she felt lightheaded, no longer human. All she knew was his hands on her hips, his cock inside her, the harsh wood of the wall splintering against her ass and face. She was his now, and he was taking every inch of her, and she needed it, needed the pleasure, needed to cum all over his massive shaft and feel him spill inside her once more. She was rising towards the peak of pleasure again, and it was her beloved Joe who was bringing her there.
Joe fucked her harder and harder until Mindy screamed again. Her whole body clenched and released around his cock. She felt herself cum, her whole body shaking in sated desire. As the pleasure washed through her, the Sheriff moaned. He drove himself deeper into her than he had before, pressing his cock into her very cervix, and then he held still, quivering.