by Irons, Rose
"I didn't mean to cause a problem," she said, wondering how to explain. "I just wanted to go for a walk before work."
He eyed her up and down, and Daphne wondered if he could tell how hastily she had dressed. She was sure there were dirt stains all over her. She frowned nervously.
"I'm sorry, miss, but you can't park here." He reached for the pad of paper at his waist. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to issue you a citation."
"I'm sorry!" Daphne was horrified. "Please don't, I promise I won't do it again."
The ranger paused, his pen hovering over the pad. A speculative look came over his face, and when he met her gaze again, he had a strange look in his eye. "Look, miss, I can't just not do my job. Why don't you tell me what you were really doing up here?"
Daphne flushed. "I was..." What could she possibly say? She thought frantically, and then noticed something: the ranger eyeing her again, a growing bulge at his crotch.
Nervously, she licked her lips, and saw his gaze flick to her mouth. A thought came to her mind, but it made her blush horribly just to think of it. Still, what did she have to lose?
"I like to walk naked in the woods. I know I shouldn't, it just feels so nice on my bare skin."
The look of lust that he gave her emboldened Daphne, and she went on. "I like to feel the leaves under my feet, the breeze against my breasts. It makes me feel free."
She saw him lower his hand to his cock and begin rubbing slowly through the cloth, a glazed look in his eye. She felt a tingle at the idea of how eager this stranger must be for her that he was willing to rub himself in the middle of the road.
Warming to the story, Daphne continued, "I was a little cold this morning, though. My nipples got all hard."
She injected a pout into her voice, and saw him swallow as he rubbed faster. Daphne was surprised to find she was aroused by the story, and by his response to it. Her panties grew damp as she continued.
"And I couldn't find my bra when I got dressed, so they're still hard." They were; Daphne could feel them pricking against her shirt. She trailed a hand up her front, watching his gaze follow and lose itself in her cleavage. She contrived to accidentally undo her top button, letting even more of her breasts hang free.
"I'm really very sorry, sir. I didn't mean to cause any problems." Daphne licked her lips, watching him sweat. "I just can't help how much I like to be naked."
"Well, ah..." The ranger seemed to be having trouble thinking of what to say to that. He left off stroking himself for a moment as though trying to pull himself together. Breathing heavily, he met her gaze and tried to look stern. "How do I know you're not just trying to get out of being in trouble? You might have been off drinking or something. I mean, if you were really a nudist, you wouldn't be wearing clothes now, now would you?"
Daphne was aroused at the idea of stripping for him. She wondered briefly if the werebear was watching from the safety of the trees. Well, if he was, he would have a show, too.
Feeling naughty, she unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way, holding the ranger's gaze. She was rewarded as he audibly swallow, his hand drifting back to his cock.
She draped her shirt over the hood of the car, shaking her hair back and off her generous breasts. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, then her panties, leaving her curves bare to the wind, the world, and the ranger's eager eyes.
"This is how I like to go walking," she murmured. She strutted a few paces, feeling her lips slide against each other, slick with her juices. She wondered if the ranger could see how wet she was from where he stood.
He ogled her as she moved, his hand working himself faster and faster through his pants. Daphne felt a tingle as she pirouetted for him. A week ago, this might have made her blush horribly, but now, she felt empowered and wild. She would never see him again. But he would always remember this, how much he wanted her.
As she spun, she felt her ass jiggle, and the ranger made a low moan in the back of his throat, followed by a short gasp. He had come after all, just from touching himself through his pants.
With a wicked smile, Daphne bent to gather her clothing. "Am I free to go?"
"Yes..." He cleared his throat. "Yes. But don't let me catch you doing it again."
"Well," Daphne smiled, knowing it to be the truth, "if you do see me again, I can promise you, I'll be naked."
Werebears didn't wear clothes, but he didn't know that, now did he?
Smiling to herself, Daphne got into the car. Her cunt tingled as it touched the hot leather seat, but the sensation felt good. Trying not to laugh with joy at the freedom she felt, Daphne put the car in reverse and began to back out. As she pulled away, she saw the ranger staring after her car, a bemused expression on his face.
~
It didn't take long to make her escape from mundanity. She emailed her work and a few friends, calling it a sudden sabbatical; she doubted she'd have a job long, and found herself growing lighter as she realized how freeing that was. She cleaned out all of the perishables, and tidied up, then looked around. What else? All of the bills paid out automatically, and she had enough in her bank account to cover them for a few months at least, if...
If she came back?
Daphne looked around at what she was leaving behind, and wondered.
But she hadn't been able to sleep ever since that night on the mountain, and she knew now she could never walk away from the werebear. He had awoken something inside her, some primal desire, and she felt the hunger for the wild freedom he offered almost as much as she hungered for him.
And in truth, there was not much here that she would miss. Daphne hadn't hated her life, but now, as she looked around, she wondered if she had really liked it very much.
In the end, all she packed were a few mementos from her parents, a small wad of cash, and a couple changes of clothing. How do you pack for something like this? Daphne wondered and smothered a nervous giggle.
Through it all, she felt as though the werebear's amber eyes on her, following her every move with an intensity that made her tingle. But he was back in the woods waiting, believing she would return to him.
Daphne looked around once more, taking a deep breath. "All right," she told herself, "I can do this."
~
Her bear met her at the head of the trail as he'd promised, a dappled grey among the green of the trees. Daphne looked around anxiously as she parked her car, half expecting to see the park ranger again, but she'd passed no one on the road up.
"I'm ready," she told him.
The werebear took a step towards her, shifting as he did. It was over in a moment, his fur receding, limbs twisting and lengthening. The man before her regarded her with kind eyes, and then gently kissed her forehead. "You're very brave."
"Stop it." She flushed. "Let's go."
He nodded and changed again. Bear at her side, she left her life behind.
As they hiked up the mountain, Daphne tried to focus on the birdsong and relax. With her companion in bear form, there was not much to say. And honestly, she was consumed with thoughts of all she left behind, wondering at how she could be so happy to be rid of it. But the promise of relaxation, true calm, the way she had felt that first night on the mountain, kept her going. Even if she wasn't fully able to enjoy the birdsong now, she thought that soon, she could.
After all, this was going to be her home?
As they crested the mountain, she saw a dark spot through the trees, and knew it had to be his lair. They approached, and Daphne saw she was right: a cave, deep and snug and out of the way, there was no chance that even the ranger would stumble across them by accident. And judging by the distance they had hiked from the road and the amount of underbrush, anyone approaching would be heard long before they could see the cave.
She smiled. Now they were truly alone.
As a courtesy, the werebear built a fire for Daphne, leaving her to tuck her belongings away in a small nook and then explore her new home. Just tall enough for him to stand in human form
, it felt wide and open to Daphne despite the small entrance. She also noticed a small exit in the back. And though it was a cave, it was dry and seemed well-kept. She saw a small pile of leaves and moss, and wondered if she would be comfortable sleeping on that every night. Her back still hurt from the night before. But then again, they hadn't exactly done much sleeping.
She felt a touch on her arm, and looked up to see the werebear, an intense expression on his face. "Are you ready?"
Daphne nodded, unnerved by the way the fire shone against his eyes.
"You'll want to be naked," he told her gently. "Once I bite you, you won't be able to help but change."
She disrobed. This time, he didn't help; only watched, solemn. He gestured for her to lay down, and slowly she did, on the mossy bed.
It was more comfortable than she had expected, but was still cool from the cave air. The moss was soft against her bare skin. Daphne's feet brushed against the stone, and she shivered, not just from the cold.
When she looked up at the werebear, she found he had shifted again. A bear met her nervous gaze, and stalked forward to stand at her feet. Daphne suddenly couldn't help being aware of his cock; even in this form, it was beautiful. It was imposing, curving against his belly. She could see that he was aroused by her even now.
He leaned his head forwards, and Daphne closed her eyes. She felt his hot breath against her naked cunt, and felt a corresponding wetness between her legs. Even in this form, she wanted him. Dimly, she wondered at the thought, but as he moved to stand over her, she found it hard to think of anything else.
She felt his nose against her thigh, and couldn't help but spread her legs as he touched her. But he made no move to take her. Instead, she felt the gentle touch of his tongue against her leg, and then his teeth.
As his teeth pierced her skin, Daphne felt a rush of pleasure and pain sweeter and sharper than anything she had ever known. She cried out, rocked by the force of it, the tidal wave of passion that overwhelmed her. Torn loose from herself, Daphne felt pain, then more pain, sharper and a discomfort as the world around her began to shift. Or was she the one shifting. Her gaze titled crazily, and she tried to stand. His jaws held her, and then she tried to stand. His jaws held her, and she toppled down again, falling to her stomach as he released her suddenly.
She cried out, and the sound faded into a whine. She, she had been Daphne once, and was still, but this - some newer, rawer form of herself. This was who she was now. Her leg ached from the bite, and now she could smell the blood, not just feel it; she could smell everything - and him.
A rush of pheromones overwhelmed the bear Daphne as she sniffed, inhaling the scent of her mate. There was something so powerful about it, and she had no words to describe the sensation - but she no longer needed words.
She leaned forwards, lifting her rear for him, knowing that he would understand. His heavy paw settled on her back, and she felt it change into a human hand. Somehow, her body knew to change as well and she followed him back into human form.
With a full-throated roar, he lunged forward, burying his cock deep within her. Her voice rose to join his as the pleasure washed over her, the same pleasure as before, but with more urgency. She knew she was still in human form, but her mind was filled with a cacophony of scents and feelings she’d never experienced before. She moaned, low, as he fucked her.
Harder and faster, his cock plunged into her cunt. It was no strain to take the weight of his body on top of hers, but she shuddered with the force of his thrusts, and the depth of his need. She bucked against him as he moved, trying to force him deeper into her, trying to take everything to sate her savage need.
As the werebear took her, she felt herself slowly rising to the surface, Daphne once more. The bear was still there, strong in her mind, but she remembered her speech, and knew the whole of the moment, and not just his cock within her.
Daphne pressed herself back against his cock, timing it with his thrusts so that he penetrated her ever deeper. She could feel him pressing against her cervix as he rode her, and she cried out in encouragement. Her cunt was on fire with need. Her whole body shook with wanting him.
She fell to her elbows, pressing her ass further up into the air. With a low cry, he withdrew and then buried himself to the hilt in her folds. Daphne could feel his balls against her lips, could feel her come dripping down the place where their legs met.
And then he thrust again, and again, and she lost who she was. She was Daphne, and a bear, and some part of her wondered which she was anymore, or both, but he was within her, around her, and that was what mattered. She was adrift in pleasure, drowning in the bliss that rose inside her as he moved. The pleasure built within her until her body couldn't contain it anymore. With a final, shuddering cry, she came.
The werebear pulled out as she did, and she moaned. Suddenly bereft of the anchor of his cock, she let herself fall forward so she lay face down on their bed of moss, exhausted.
With a throaty cry, she heard him climax as well, and then warmth blossomed along her back as he spent himself on her back and ass, marking his territory.
After a moment, she felt him lay beside her, gently draping a leg over hers. "How do you feel?"
Daphne smiled, rolling over to kiss him. "I feel like I'm home."
Warning: This book contains graphic depictions of consenting adults engaging in explicit sexual activities, and is only intended for mature readers over the age of 18.
“You fucking snake!”
Andrea Barret heard her words echo over the grunts and moans of Jacob and the skinny bitch he was balls-deep inside.
She had been frozen in the doorway to the bedroom they shared, watching in disbelief as his thick cock slammed into the tiny woman. They were oblivious to their audience until she’d shouted.
The woman grabbed a blanket - her blanket, Andrea thought – and tried to cover her nakedness. Jacob spun around to face the irate woman.
“Baby, its --”
“Shut your lying fucking mouth” Andrea screamed. “What? It was an accident? You just happened to find this skinny, naked, woman in our bed? And then you tripped, right? Because your pants fell down. And her cunt was just so loose you couldn’t help but land with your dick in her?”
Jacob tripped as he tugged his pants up one leg and fell face first onto the floor. He rushed to his feet, his pants still only half up and scurried over to the furious woman.
Andrea eyed his rapidly deflating cock, still wet with the woman’s juices.
“No fucking condom?” She yelled.
“Did you not learn your fucking lesson?” She said pointing to her belly. Andrea winced; in the heat of the moment, she’d almost forgotten the pain of the miscarriage just a week before.
Jacob reached out to her and took hold of her shoulder. She reeled back and punched; her fist connected with his face and tripped backwards and crashed to the floor. Blood spouted from his nose, and Andrea continued her tirade.
“Do you want a baby you can’t fucking afford?” She looked to the woman, who scrambled to find her clothing.
“And who the fuck knows where that skanky bitch has been? How fucking long has this been going on? Is this what you do while I’m at work all day?”
Jacob was still laid out on the floor, struggling to staunch the flow of blood gushing from his nose.
“I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Jacob! We’re fucking done.”
Andrea stepped forward and kicked him square in the balls. The last thing she heard from her former boyfriend was his cries of pain as she turned and walked out the door.
~
Andrea sat quietly in the bus seat a stranger had given up for her when she boarded. She was strong and self reliant; she hadn’t planned on having a baby this early in her life, but it’s not like she was one of those poor girls who got knocked up in high school. She’d had a good career, and she thought she’d had a good man. Andrea decided to keep the baby, and she was confident she’d be able to provide for h
er family even if Jacob was out of work.
Complications arose with the pregnancy, and she’d needed to take an extensive break from work. Eventually, they’d had to let her go. She lost her health insurance along with the job, and she’d quickly burned through her savings with doctor’s appointments and tests.
Then she miscarried and Andrea was devastated, she’d given up everything to have this child and now the doctors said she’d never be able to get pregnant again. She was now stuck working part time for minimum wage. After walking out on Jacob, she had nowhere to stay. She had no family and had been too career driven to make any close friends.
The only person she felt she could ask for help was an old friend from high school, but they’d hardly spoken in years. Jake was a scrawny boy with a quick wit and a penchant for trouble. By the time they’d graduated, they had become close friends, but then she’d gone to college and he’d enlisted with the marines. They wrote each other now and then, but they hadn’t really spoken since school.