by Irons, Rose
"Harder," she heard herself groaning.
A shiver rocked him; she could feel it in his hands at her hips and the pulsing of the cock within her. With a savage growl, he complied.
Daphne swayed underneath him as he fucked her, his balls slapping against her cunt. Wave after wave of pleasure filled her, born from his cock and touching every inch of her body. Her breasts swelled with the motion of his assault on her body. Daphne moaned as he rode her.
"Harder, harder, harder." She realized she was chanting the words, like a plea or a prayer.
Clint's fingers were buried so deep in her skin no w that she knew she would have marks on her hips for a week. The thought of that, a lasting sign of her need, made her smile against the fierce pleasure.
As he rode her to his finish, Daphne let the sensations take her mind away, bringing to another place, another man, another cock inside her. And when she finally came, shuddering, it was not Clint she felt inside her, but the bear.
~
She lay awake as Clint breathed beside her, counting tiles and wishing she were somewhere else. Anywhere else. The alcohol had long since burned off her system, and now she felt alert and impatient as though she was waiting for something to happen.
She was, wasn't she?
Daphne was up and dressed before she full considered what it was she was doing. A sense of urgency filled her, and she padded to the door hurriedly, trying to find her shoes. She was out and back to her car in moments.
The forest was an hour's drive away, but being on the road again finally calmed Daphne. Dark and twisted trees passed her by, silent heralds of her proximity to the mountain - and her werebear lover.
With the windows down, Daphne breathed in the heavy night air and rejoiced to smell the earth, leaving behind the familiar scent of concrete and people. The road began to climb, and she leaned into it as if urging her car to go faster. Her breasts twinged, still sore from hanging while Clint fucked her. She didn't care. Her whole world was consumed in just getting to the forest.
As she stopped her car by the gate and got out, Daphne briefly wondered what exactly she would do if she couldn't find him. What if he didn't know she was here? How long would she wait?
But the thrumming inside her told her he would know, he would come - he had to. Her cunt had been awakened, too, and she could feel it pulse at the thought of his approach. Daphne stepped around the gate and followed the long path up the mountain on foot.
For a time, all she heard were the normal noises of the forest at night; a few bats swooping overhead, the crackle of twigs as animals moved, insects seeking their mates. She gave a little smile at that. She was seeking her mate, after all. Daphne strained her ears to catch his approach, but she hadn't heard him before when he came to her. She didn't expect to hear him now.
"You are not lost, I hope?"
She almost cried out in relief to hear his voice. Daphne stopped, still, and looked around for him, trying to find his amber eyes in the dark. "No. I'm not lost."
"It's very late to be wandering alone in the woods." She thought she could make him out now, a shape darker than black moving towards her.
She smiled. "I was hoping to not be alone for very long."
"Your other lover wasn't good company?" His tone was amused, not angry.
Daphne wondered how he knew about Clint. Maybe he could smell it on her. Still, if he wasn't angry, she didn't care.
"No." She took a step toward him. "There was something else I needed."
"Oh?"
"Someone else I needed," Daphne admitted.
He approached her then, and she was finally able to see his eyes shining at her in the dark. She thought there was a suggestion of a smile at his lips. That was all she could make out before he bowed his head and kissed her.
Daphne shivered. The kiss pierced her to her very core, sending pleasure coursing through every fiber of her. Her body had been craving him, and now he was here, and it was all she could do to hold herself up as his tongue entered her mouth. She moaned, leaning into his arms, eager to feel the pressure of his cock on her belly once more.
He held her, pressing her generous breasts against him. One hand kept her steady while the other roamed, exploring her flesh once more. He moved his mouth to her shoulder as he slipped one of her straps down.
"Please." Daphne heard the word come out of her mouth and realized she was begging him already. But his mouth on her felt so good.
She felt him nip at her shoulder, and then his lips curved into a smile.
"I need you to bite me."
His teeth were on her then, and she thought she might die. Impossibly sharp, they grazed her skin, sinking in just enough to keep from drawing blood. Just that light touch made Daphne's cunt clench with need. As he moved his mouth, she felt her thighs grow damp in sympathy. She needed his mouth on her everywhere, all at once. Already she was helpless, shuddering beneath his mouth.
He slipped off the other strap of her dress and then moved his hands to her zipper. No fumbling here; he was smooth and sure, and kept his mouth on her as he slowly lowered the zipper and undid the clasp of her dress.
She eagerly leaned into him, letting her hands explore his muscled form as he undressed her. He rippled under her hands as she moved, smooth and hard and tense. She could feel his skin raise in goosebumps as she slid her hands down to his buttocks and gripped them tightly. The werebear grunted, and she could feel his cock spring against her in response.
Daphne stepped back then, letting the dress fall from her curves and puddle around her feet. She slipped off her panties as well, wondering if he could see her in the dim light. The night breeze tickled her bare skin, but she was still flushed with the heat of his body against hers, and didn't care.
He gathered her up in his arms again as though she was very light. She hugged his muscled chest as paced forward once, twice, and then Daphne felt the bark of a tree scraping her ass and thighs as he pressed her into it, his mouth at her collarbone once more.
"Oh," she managed, and then words became impossible.
His mouth moved lower, stopping briefly in the hollow of her throat before he caught her nipples in his mouth, suckling one, and then the other. Pleasure coursed through Daphne, and she felt a corresponding wetness between her nether lips.
He knelt before her then, and pressed his mouth to her full thighs. His fingers pressed lightly on her hips, where Clint's had been only hours before, and she spread herself for him.
His tongue found her clitoris with ease, and he took his first long lick there without any guidance. Daphne moaned again. His mouth was sweeter even than her memory of it, an aching, piercing sweetness that made her cunt swell with need. He moved lower, slipping his tongue along her inner folds and stroking gently back and forth until Daphne arched her back and pressed herself into the tree, desperate for more.
She didn't even have to say the word; he moved faster. He buried his face in her thighs, suckling her clitoris and scraping her ever so maddeningly with his teeth. Waves of pleasure crashed through Daphne, and she panted, trying desperately to bring her cunt closer to him, closer to the tongue that teased but would not satisfy.
The assault was so sweet she nearly cried when he raised himself up once again. The sudden loss of pressure at her hips almost made Daphne fall before the werebear put his arms around her once more. He kissed her again, hard, and she could taste herself on his lips.
His cock rose against her, and Daphne spread her legs eagerly, trying to lift herself onto her toes and not caring how the bark scraped at her. As she moved, he pulled back, until just the tip of his cock pressed against her folds.
The bear brought his mouth to her ear, and she shivered to feel his breath on her. "I was hoping you'd come back."
"You were?" she whispered, scarcely daring to believe him.
"I needed you, too."
With those words, he pierced her, and Daphne cried out, almost coming from the relief of his cock inside her once more. I
t moved into the depths of her, filling her and giving her a sense of completeness Daphne hadn't realized she was missing. He held himself there for one long moment, his cock shuddering inside her.
And then with one long, slow movement, he withdrew almost to the tip once more before slowly sliding back into her. Daphne wept at the beauty she was feeling, the tender ache that suffused her and made her calm even as the pressure was rising inside her. He leaned his cheek against hers and gently licked a tear away. He pulled back and then thrust again, moving ever deeper, one long motion at a time.
Her cunt quivered each time he slid out of her. Daphne gasped the next time he moved inside her; the angle had changed, and now his cock rubbed against the rough place just on the front wall of her that made her moan and set her knees to buckling. No one had ever pressed his cock into her and been able to make her feel this way. Daphne doubted anyone ever would again.
She could feel him smile at her gasp, and he moved again, no longer changing the angle. Each time he slid his engorged cock into her, he pressed against her most sensitive of places, and Daphne shook. The bark against her back was the only thing keeping her grounded. She wanted to dissolve into the sensations he was giving her. She never wanted to move.
And then his cock pressed against her cervix, and she cried out.
The forest went still around them at Daphne's cry. As though he had been waiting for her cue, the werebear suddenly withdrew and then forced himself even deeper inside her, firm against her cervix once more. Daphne spread her legs further in supplication and he lifted them to wrap them around his waist, his big arms holding her up with no problem. She wrapped herself around him as he buried his cock to the hilt in her.
The bear fucked her hard with his need, and she hear his voice join hers, a throaty moan as she took what they both had been craving. Her whole body shook as he violated her innermost parts, bringing her need to new heights.
Just as Daphne was about to come, she felt his mouth on her shoulder once more. His teeth did not graze this time; they caught and held, and she felt the sharp sting of pain, thrilling and sweet, through the haze of her pleasure. She shuddered as she came, her entire body wracked with the highest peak of pleasure.
He stiffened inside her, pulsing, and she could feel him come, his cock responding to the way her body clenched about him. The werebear moaned against her skin, and Daphne leaned her head against his.
His come filled her, and Daphne felt another wave of pleasure as his cock throbbed. Her cunt was heavy with him, and she could feel some of their juices flowing out of her and onto his thighs.
She kissed the top of his head as he slowly released her shoulder. "Thank you," she murmured.
He gave a faint laugh, sounding out of breath. "I hardly think thanks are in order."
"No, they are." Daphne smiled as she met his amber gaze. "After all, you finally got me to relax."
Three
"Fuck." Daphne rolled over to lie flat on her back, exhausted from the werebear's ministration. They had already had sex three times in the last hour, and as much as she wanted more, she was exhausted and knew that work tomorrow would be painful without any sleep. And she had a long drive ahead of her.
"We did that, I believe." She turned to see a smirk on the face of her companion. "But if you insist..."
He rolled his powerful body on top of hers, both still sticky with sweat and covered in bark and dirt. Daphne could feel his cock beginning to stir again between her legs.
The werebear kissed her, a deep and lingering kiss, and she felt her body responding. Her well-worked cunt was still slick with the last time they had been together, his come still filling her. But her body ached for him nonetheless. Daphne didn't know how.
"No, I meant 'fuck, I have to go back to work.'" She half-heartedly pushed at him, but relented as he nipped at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, do that again."
Wordlessly, he complied, his teeth just grazing her skin.
The small pinch made Daphne shiver. His slightest touch still threatened to overwhelm her, but she tried to shake off the urge to become one with him.
She looked up into his luminous amber eyes. "I wish I didn't have to, but I should go."
His mouth covered hers, drinking away her protests as he entered her.
Daphne moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock slide easily between her folds. Her swollen cunt accepted him eagerly, and she was overwhelmed with a now-familiar sense of relief as they became one. She belonged here, with him. She shuddered as he moved, her body suffused with need.
He rocked back and forth over her, his cock working her with ease. Daphne arched her back and pressed her ample chest against him, desperate to be as close to him as she could. She could feel his chiseled stomach against her soft belly, his arm against her shoulder as he held himself up over her, moving in leisurely strokes.
"Faster," she groaned.
The werebear chuckled, only to gasp as she clamped her cunt down on his cock. She grabbed his taut buttocks with both hands, pulling him into her, hard. With a low groan, he thrust into her, moving faster as she urged him on. Leaves crackled and broke underneath them as he brought her, quivering, to the edge of pleasure.
"I don't want to go," she whispered, unsure if he heard her through their passion.
He made no response except to fasten his teeth at her neck once more, the pain coursing through her to merge with her pleasure as she came, shuddering and crying out into the early morning woods.
He held her as her breathing slowed. "Then don't," he said quietly.
"What?"
"Don't go." His face was unreadable, but she thought she could see hope in his amber eyes. Hope that she might stay.
Daphne sighed and sat up, beginning the long process of retrieving and dusting off her clothing. "I have to. I already told work I was canceling the rest of my vacation."
He sat up and watched her, making no move to help. "You don't owe them anything."
"Maybe not, but I still need a job." She stepped into her skirt. "I'm not a bear; I can't just live in the woods." She looked around, wondering where her bra ended up.
The werebear trailed a hand up her calf, distracting her momentarily from her search. "You could, you know."
"Could?" Daphne frowned. "Could what?"
"Be a bear. Stay here." His eyes bored into her. "If you wanted to."
Daphne was surprised by the wave of longing that overtook her. To run free, with him as her mate, to never have to worry about her boss or apartment again. She took a deep breath. "Maybe. I have to think about it."
He nodded, and abruptly stood. "You should be going."
Completely confident in the pre-dawn light, he stalked down the hill, leaving Daphne to hurry after him, bra still unfound.
As they walked in silence, she wondered about his offer. It sounded so fantastical, and yet would it be so crazy? Both of her parents were dead, and she had no brothers or sisters. She had friends, of course, but she worked such long hours it had been a while since she'd seen any of them. Daphne shivered at the realization of how easily she could take herself out of the world. Who would there really be to miss her?
Her werebear would miss her. He had said it, and she believed him. It was strange, but after only a few days, this connection felt stronger and more real than anything she had known before. Daphne still felt the pull to be with him, even when he was only a few feet away. No, she didn't think this was so crazy. This had been her desire: freedom.
Hurrying forward a few paces, Daphne reached for his hand. "Yes."
Startled, he looked down at her hand in his, then met her eyes. "Yes?"
"Yes." Daphne took a deep breath. "Just let me get a few things from home. And then I'll stay."
The smile that burst across his face was so joyful it made her knees weak. Daphne could never remember feeling so completely loved and wanted.
"Yes," she repeated again, smiling back.
~
He ki
ssed her goodbye before they made it to the road, promising to watch for her return. Daphne wondered if he believed she was coming back. Something in his eyes told her that he felt the connection she did, though. He wouldn't doubt her.
As Daphne finally broke out from under the trees to reach the road, she heard a voice.
"Is this your car, miss?"
A park ranger was standing by her car - her illegally parked car, Daphne was sure.
"Oh. Yes, I'm sorry." She blushed as she approached, suddenly very aware of how much her ample bosom moved without a bra. She could see that the ranger had noticed, too.