by Irons, Rose
When she finally shuddered to her third climax, he lifted himself, sweaty and wild, to hover over her. She felt the top of his cock against her and whimpered, lifting her hips in supplication, but when he moved it was not to bury himself inside her, but to slide, ever so gently, between her swollen and gasping lips. Daphne whimpered in protest as the passion in her rose anew, damnable and desperate. She could feel how hard he was, and could see that his cock was a violent red, but he gave no sign of any conflict as he rocked back and forth over her, slowly and surely.
It was torture, but it was so sweet. Daphne's world narrowed only to him: his thighs over hers, his hair across his brow, and the desperate need for him that was building between her legs. She clutched at him, pleading, but still he moved only against her lips, denying her the release she craved. She wanted to cry. "Please!"
He moved then, but not inside her. Instead, he moved forwards, his cock slick with her juices as it hovered over her chest. Daphne cupped her breasts and lifted them to his swollen member, and with a groan of relief, he slid between her breasts. Her body shook as he fucked her chest, his cock disappearing between her breasts and reappearing, tortured and red, under her chin.
Daphne lowered her chin, trying to catch a taste of his glorious cock. Understanding what she was doing, he slowed, and she felt him barely nudge at her lips before moving away. She licked her lips, aching at the salty taste of him.
Again he moved forward, and again barely touched her.
It was as though she hadn’t already come – three times. But she still hungered for him. Daphne whimpered in frustration as his cock pulled away. Dropping her breasts, she reached for him, grabbing his taut buttocks and pulling him down to her.
He stiffened in surprise, and she felt his cock leap against her tongue as she swallowed against him, trying to wrap her lips around his member. He was much larger than any man she had been with before, but the taste of him intoxicated her as surely as the whiskey had before, and she was desperate to taste him. She sucked on his cock, tasting traces of fluid that had been seeping from him since the moment she lay beneath him.
It was his turn now to shudder, his turn to groan and bury his hands in her hair. He was gentle, and let her work his cock as best she could, one hand on his shaft below her lips and the other on the smooth skin between his legs. She stroked him with hand and tongue, gagging against him but refusing to let him go long enough to catch her breath. She needed him, all of him.
Slowly at first, then more quickly, she dragged her tongue along the base of his cock as she swallowed against him, feeling him jerk with surprise and need. Daphne glanced up to meet his eyes, seeing them closed with pleasure. Even in his need, he was beautiful.
She wanted to make him come, to beg for reprieve as she had, but as she sucked once more at his cock, he withdrew, longingly, through her lips. She murmured in protest, but let herself be silenced by his finger at her mouth.
His finger too was salty, and she tasted it gently, meeting his gaze as he stared down at her. There was a new look in his eye now, one that made her cunt drip to see it. Need. Raw, animal need.
“Take me,” she whispered.
With a groan, he lowered himself onto her, his cock finding her swollen lips and piercing them, driving deep into the core of her. She cried out as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing deeper into her than any man ever had before, bruising her cervix with his need. His cock curved against her as he pulled out and thrust again, sliding along the walls of her and making her scream.
The werebear cried out with her, his voice rising above hers in the night. Savagely, his teeth locked on her throat, and she gasped at the pain, brilliant and white. It blossomed within her, matching the pleasure and crescendoing to an agonizing high that left her reeling. She blinked against the darkness, unsure of whether she could see at all. Another wave of pleasure grasped her as he thrust again, against the core of her, pressing every inch of his need into her cunt.
He held there for a moment, quivering, and she could feel his heart beat against her lips.
“Please,” Daphne begged.
Meeting her gaze, he smiled once more, but this time in wonderment. As he drew back, so far the tip of him barely touched her at all, Daphne whimpered, and then cried out. “Please!”
And then he was inside her, fucking her, taking every inch of her and ravaging her cunt. The force of him shook her whole body, her breasts quivering against him, and still she felt him press, his balls slapping against her, the force of his need making her scream again and again. Once again she felt his teeth at her throat; once again she begged and didn’t know what she was begging for. She was split, renewed. She was whole, and broken. She needed, and he gave.
With a sound like a roar, he buried himself deep within her once more, his cock pulsing as he came. The feel of him filling her brought tears to Daphne’s eyes, and her cunt quivered in response. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, and she felt her body shudder as she came yet again.
“Mine,” he whispered.
“Yes.” She would have agreed to anything at that moment. It was no stretch to tell him the truth: she was his, now.
He kissed her again then, slow and lingering, his tongue against hers. She closed her eyes to the night and felt the aftershocks of pleasure course through her. His cock within her was quiet now, but she could still feel his heart beating.
“Yours.”
Two
"Damn." Daphne buried her head in her soft arms, trying to keep tears from pricking at her eyes. She had only been back to work for a few days, but that was more than enough time for the idyll she had found in the forest to be broken. Despite the fact that she was originally scheduled to be out for more time, her supervisor lost no time in putting a project on her lap for early completion. Daphne had been working non-stop since she got home.
Now, letting her mind wander, Daphne wished more than anything that she was back in the woods. Strange as it was to her, spending time with the werebear had kept her grounded, and she missed that. All from a man whose name she had never learned.
Daphne blushed as she thought of just how intimately she had gotten to know him without that name. His cock in her mouth, between her breasts, and deep inside her. It had been days since the tryst, and her cunt was still gasping for him.
With the pack containing all of her food lost, though, Daphne had little choice but to go back down the mountain the morning after they slept together. She had woken slowly, dreading what she had to do and wondering if it had been a dream. But it was no dream; her new companion lay in bear form, with his strong arms wrapped around her. When he saw her open her eyes and sit up, he winked and stretched.
And then before her eyes, the bear had become a man again. His limbs shifted with the ease of long practice, and she once again found herself staring into the amber eyes of her achingly handsome companion.
"I thought you might be gone," she had told him then.
He took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and biting lightly on her wrist, sending shivers through her. "And miss this?"
Trying to ignore the sensations that coursed through her at the feel of his mouth upon her anywhere, even at her wrist, Daphne asked, "Am I going to become a bear now, too?"
He had laughed at her then, and she felt a flash of regret as he removed his mouth from her. "Not from a bite like this, no."
"Then, if I'm not a bear, I'm going to have to start heading home," she had said in mock disappointment.
"Oh," he moved his body to cover hers, "so soon?"
Daphne blushed again furiously, her head still buried in her arms, as she thought of how quickly he had made her drip for him all over again. He had moved within her so skilfully; his cock slid past her lips with ease, in and out, sending rising tides of passion coursing through her. She could almost feel him brush against that most sensitive of spots as she cried out.
The werebear lowered his mouth to her flesh once more, his sharp teeth nibbling he
r neck, making her shiver and beg. With the sound of her voice, he bit down in earnest, and Daphne moaned. Shudders of pleasure ran down her spine, setting every inch of her aflame with need.
At her desk. lost in thought, Daphne found that she couldn't keep from touching herself. The memory of his body was too strong. She could almost smell his sweat on her still. Hesitantly, she slipped a finger over her clothed cunt. Even that slight pressure made her eager cunt gasp. She had been aching ever since she left the werebear. She had never needed anyone so badly.
She poked her head over her cubicle. No one was around; as she expected, most of her coworkers had left at five. Not Daphne; she was staying late, as usual.
Feeling relieved, but still somewhat guilty, Daphne settled back in her chair. She tried to focus on her work, but it only took a few moments for the werebear's piercing gaze to flash before her eyes, making her whimper once more. Without thought, her fingers found her cunt again. This time, she slipped them through the waistband of her skirt, glad she had worn something loose fitting.
Desperately, she worked her fingers against her vagina, tracing the outline of her eager lip before circling her clitoris. She felt a wave of shame and excitement was over her. It felt so wrong - but who would know?
Since she had left the forest, it was all she could do to keep her hormones in check. Now, with the stranger’s chiselled body in her thoughts, she couldn't bear to go another moment without some kind of release.
Daphne clutched her chair with her other hand as she stroked her cunt, closing her eyes against the rush of sensation. She had always known how to make herself climax, but now even that peak seemed shallow compared to the heights he had brought her to. She moaned, remembering the piercing sweetness of his tongue on her cunt, his hunger at devouring every inch of her. When he first tasted her, she thought she might die. Now, Daphne was terrified she would never feel so good again.
Moaning, she rocked against her hand, almost able to believe it was his hand touching her, his calloused fingers slipping into her aching cunt. She panted, feeling herself grow closer and closer until she cried out, remembering the moment when he came inside her, filling her completely.
"Yours," she whispered again, but she was alone now, and there was no one to hear but her.
~
The bar was smoky and dark, but it didn't matter to Daphne. She was here for one reason only, and darkness worked for her just as well as light. The music pounding around her made her shiver inside.
Eyeing the men boldly, she made her way to the bar. "Whiskey sour," she ordered, settling her curves over a bar stool and hoping someone would catch her eye.
"Buy you a drink?"
Daphne turned to see a man settling onto the stool beside her. Tall, with broad shoulders, and a wide chest, he would have set her heart to racing only days ago. Now, she met his smile and tried to hold your own. "I have one coming already, but thank you."
"Oh."
He was quiet after that, so she hastened to add, "I'm Daphne."
"Clint." He smiled again.
"Clint." She tasted the name. It suited him.
He held out his hand. "Want to dance?"
Daphne looked him up and down as he stood. His body clearly showed that he worked out: big arms, hard stomach, and she couldn't help but think of giving him a workout of her own.
She took his hand. "Yes. I think I'd like that."
She did like it. Clint's body moved well against her curves, and he seemed to enjoy losing himself in her, his hands at her hips, then his fingers in her hair. He frankly stared at her voluptuous chest as she moved, and Daphne let him. It felt good to be out like this. It stilled some, but not all, of the ache inside her.
Afterwards, she let him buy her a second drink, and then a third. They kissed, almost chastely, and Daphne liked that as well. But it awakened the animal now within her, and she wanted more.
Stumbling through the door of his apartment, they kissed again, this time with tongue, and more urgency. Daphne unveiled her curves, too impatient to let his fumbling fingers try the clasp of her bra.
Clint sucked in his breath at the sight of her. "You're beautiful," he started to say, but she tackled him onto the bed.
She drove her tongue into his startled mouth and felt him open for her. Running her hands down his sides, Daphne caught herself comparing him to the werebear's chiselled build, and tried to push the thought away. She was here now, and she wanted to enjoy this. Teasing Clint's shirt off between kisses, she pushed her flesh against his, feeling her nipples harden with the contact.
Daphne tried to unzip his pants next, but he rolled on top of her. One of his hands pushed hers aside while the other clutched at her ample ass. "God," he groaned, pulling his cock free, "you're magnificent."
His fingers dug into her, and Daphne squealed as the pinch sent pleasure coursing through her. Clint grabbed her more tightly against him as he pulled down his pants. She felt his cock against her stomach and shivered sympathetically as it trembled.
She helped him, and soon they were naked together. Daphne normally would have blushed the first time with a man, but today she was seized with a wildness. There was no need to blush. Not when they both knew what they wanted.
Daphne rolled to her side, her belly fitting perfectly against his hips. She took his cock in her hand and felt it leap, a drip of moisture seeping from the end as she stroked him. He wasn't as thick as the bear, but he was hard and eager, and Daphne realized that she was dripping herself. Pressing a leg between his, she moved her hand more urgently.
His face, when she looked, was read, his eyes half-closed as he breathed heavily. Smiling to herself, Daphne reached out with her other hand and gently cupped him below his cock. He pulsed in her hand, shuddering for her as she moved him against her palm. His balls were heavy with the come he was aching to spend. Thinking of it made Daphne salivate. She glanced up at him again.
Then, to her surprise, she felt his hand on her. She had thought he was too distracted to touch her, but now she knew he was just distracted enough. She whimpered as he slipped a finger between her ample thighs, losing it within her depths.
As his finger entered her, Daphne gasped. The sudden penetration sent a flood aflow between her legs, and she bucked against his hand. It almost hurt, but it felt so delicious to have someone within her again. Daphne needed more.
Clint was still flushed, but he smiled slyly at her expression. "Something you want?"
"Oh," Daphne moaned, "please."
"Please what?" A second finger rested just at the edge of her cunt, lightly probing.
Daphne was having trouble thinking, too lost in the torment of him working his finger in and out of her so slowly as his other finger continued to tease at her opening. "Um."
"Do you want me to bury my hand in you?"
A jolt rocked Daphne to her core, and set her to shuddering against his hand at the thought. She heard herself whimper again. At that moment, it seemed like nothing else could satisfy the aching need in her cunt.
"Say it."
She forced herself to meet his knowing gaze. "I want your hand inside of me."
A second finger slid into her. Then, slowly, a third. She trembled and shook anew. Clint was moving his hand again, slowly drawing his fingers out of her cunt only to press them deep within her again. Each time he lost them to her depths, she could feel his palm press against her clitoris, sending a new pang of pleasure through her. It was incredible, erotic, but oh god, so sweet and tender that Daphne almost couldn't bear it.
Then she felt the tip of his pinky pressing into her.
Her cunt spread eagerly before the assault. Daphne grabbed his hand and slammed it against her folds, driving him deeply inside herself. Catching a cue from her, he drew back and then slammed into her again, fucking her with his hand. She felt her whole body rock with his efforts. She pushed herself to meet his thrusts, crying out as he left her only to bury himself again in her cunt.
"I need you ins
ide me," she groaned.
Without another word, he pulled back, letting her choose the position. Feeling wicked, Daphne leaned forward on her forearms, pressing her ass up into the air. She couldn't help but think of her bear, and wondered if this was the way he preferred to take his mates. Just the thought of it made her whole body clench in longing.
At that moment, Clint drove into her, burying his cock all the way inside her swollen cunt. The thrust shook her whole body, sending a flush to her breasts hanging heavily below her. Daphne groaned. It felt good, so good, to have someone inside her, and yet, and yet...