Snow White And The Three Werebears: Part One (A BBW Paranormal Menage Romance)

by Topaz Jones

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Thank you

  Snow White And The Three Werebears

  Part One

  (Grizzlyville Encounters Series)

  by

  Topaz Jones

  Copyright

  SNOW WHITE AND THE THREE WEREBEARS

  Copyright © 2015 by Topaz Jones

  Kindle Edition

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permissions of the author.

  Published By: Upbeat Media

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  Adult Reading Material

  Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

  Chapter One

  The history of Grizzlyville is filled with legends of werebears - lewd tales of forest-dwelling young men who shapeshift into wild animals and debauch unsuspecting local maidens every summer. Today, despite these myths being supposedly debunked, many Grizzlyville locals still partake in the annual Litha Festival Bear Hunt, where male bears are culled in their hundreds. --- Grizzlyville Gazette, June 18

  Snowanna-Jane snapped the local newspaper shut and threw it across the room in disgust. The ignorance of her fellow Grizzlyville citizens frustrated her, especially when it came to the killing of innocent bears. She sighed, stretching out her naked body under the light cotton sheets of her bed.

  Despite the cool, evening breeze drifting in through the bedroom window, she was unbearably hot. Hot for werebears, she chuckled to herself, picking up her e-reader from her bedside table. After scrolling through her extensive library of erotic romance, she settled on a favorite naughty tale of dominant werebears, who loved curvy women. Snow sighed as she lost herself in the familiar words. If only fantasy could turn into reality…

  ***

  ...Her legs were parted by a large, furry paw. Snow shivered in anticipation and her eyes fluttered open, but she couldn’t see anything in the dim light. A large, warm tongue teased along her thigh, first one leg, and then the other. Snow shook with desire as that wicked, rough tongue rasped on her delicate skin. After teasing and nibbling her sensitive inner thighs, it moved up to drag along her damp slit and Snow screamed in delight. Her hands clutched the sheets in fists as the tongue’s owner feasted on her pussy like it was a pot of honey.

  “Oh, God. That feels so good.” She moaned, as the rough tongue pushed its way inside her, plundering her with its rough intensity. Thick, silky hair chafed against her sensitive legs, as her pussy quivered under the relentless stroking. “Please, I can’t take any more!” she panted, begging for mercy while her hips bucked, urging him on.

  “You can and you will.” A gruff male voice whispered in her ear. She gasped as the man captured her breasts in his hands, spiraling his tongue over one aching nipple, and then the next.

  “Who are -” she began to ask, but his mouth blocked her question, his lips plundering hers as he gathered her upper body against his broad chest, her breasts squashed painfully against his pectoral muscles.

  Discomfort was soon forgotten, as Snow’s pussy was again captured by the rough tongue and she bucked helplessly, pushing her hips towards it with almost animal-like strength. The man kissing her mouth chuckled, and Snow felt the reverberations through her body, tingles extending down to where the other tongue was plundering her opening.

  “You’re made for us. Let us take you.” She heard him grunt possessively, as she hovered on the edge of ecstasy. Without mercy they both pushed her over the edge, and just before she passed out from her explosive orgasm, Snow opened her eyes to see the dark shape of an enormous bear head between her thighs.

  Chapter Two

  The next morning, Snowanna-Jane White strolled through the wildflower meadow, her generous breasts bouncing, and her thoughts happy as she planned for the upcoming village fair. Her jars of honey and bottles of honey mead were fast-gaining a reputation amongst the locals of Grizzlyville as an amazing elixir with mystical qualities.

  Although Snow (as she’d been nicknamed by her Papa) didn’t believe the fantastical tales her customers reported, she was proud of the delicious products her adored bees had produced. And Snow’s finances were finally, finally, looking healthier after years of struggle, nursing her ill father and supporting her ungrateful stepmother.

  She snapped off a daisy and held it up to the sun. “Here’s to you dear Papa. Oh how I wish you were here to see this.” A pang of grief hit her weary heart as she adjusted her heavy backpack stuffed with beekeeping gear. It’d had been a year since he’d passed and she missed him dreadfully. Having to deal with her bitter and jealous stepmother had added to the stress. But she was now living happily alone, her stepmother had been banished from Grizzlyville after she’d been caught trying to sell poisoned apple-pies at the Litha Festival market. Under threat of being reported to the police, Lilith had reluctantly agreed to move to Queenstown City hundreds of miles away and leave Snowanna alone.

  “Thank goodness for that.” She breathed, smiling as she looked over large field of lavender she’d grown especially for her bees. Without her evil stepmother’s negative energy around, her garden and business had flourished. That just leaves your love life to fix, the devil on her shoulder taunted.

  She squared her shoulders and carried on towards her beehives. This year would be the year she’d finally get a boyfriend. Anyone who’d come too close to her had been chased away by her over protective father. She’d loved him dearly, but her father’s ideas of the Right Man for his little Snow and her own, were worlds apart. She favored the tattooed bikers that sometimes visited their village in summer. Their sexy long hair, sweaty hard-muscled bodies and dominant attitude never failed to make her panties wet. Unfortunately the local men of the village seemed to prefer their women slim and athletic, not short with curves enough for two women. Even with her long white-gold hair that fell to her butt wasn’t enough, as one man had cruelly thrown at her, to cover up the extra pounds that padded her tummy and thighs.

  But she was not going to let those painful memories affect her today, she told herself. It was his loss, and she was happy with how she looked, even if she’d never fit some of the cute dresses the Grizzlyville boutique sold.

  After a few more minutes’ walk, the familiar happy buzz of her bees sent a wave of joy through Snow. She loved working outside in nature, and often envied the wild animals that lived in the surrounding forest, for their freedom. Modern trappings weren’t so bad either though, she mused, as she donned her protective gear. The new hot tub she’d just had installed would be finally ready for her first dip tonight and she couldn’t wait to ease the knots in her tired body.

  It was hard work running her small farm alone, and not for the first time, Snow wished she had a strong male around to he
lp. Maybe that would be a spell she could get the local witch to cast? Snow giggled at the thought as she lit her smoker and sent a few shots of smoke into the hive entrance to drive back the guard bees. Gorged on honey, the bees were docile and controlled and Snow spoke to them as she always did, working quickly and gently. “Okay guys, let’s see what you’ve made for me. We’ve got a lot of customers waiting.”

  ***

  “Oh Snow, I’m so glad you’re selling here at the market today. My Derek just can’t get enough of your honey!”

  Snow greeted her neighbour, Mrs Bridges, with a smile. “I’m so happy he likes it Mrs Bridges.”

  “Likes it? He practically lives on it! And it’s done wonders for his… stamina.”

  Snow’s eyebrows raised. “Oh really? It’s helping with his fitness?” She asked innocently. She’d seen the elderly man chopping firewood on the way back from her hives this morning. His energy was certainly that of a man much younger than his sixty years.

  Mrs Bridges tittered and leaned forward, her generous chest brushing against Snow’s display of honey jars and mead bottles on the white trestle table. “Well dear, it’s like this. Let’s just say Derek has a lot more energy for all kinds of very physical activities. For hours on end. Every night- sometimes twice!” Mrs Bridge’s eyes were bright as she grabbed Snow’s shoulders. “Your honey has changed my life!”

  Snow felt her cheeks flame red at the woman’s enthusiastic endorsement. “Oh Mrs Bridges, I’m, ah, very happy you’re satisfied.”

  “Oh, I’m always satisfied, dear.” Mrs Bridges replied with a smirk, as she handed over money for another five jars of Snow’s lavender honey. “Just as long as you keep making this magic honey!”

  Snow’s day at the market passed in an excited whirl of happy customers and stellar sales. Once again she’d sold completely out of her honey and mead, and she was feeling full of joy until the shadow of the village witch crossed her stand.

  Snow stood up to her full five foot 2 inches and faced the woman the locals called Crazy Katie. “Good afternoon. I’m afraid I’ve no stock left to sell.”

  “I’ve warned you before about that honey.” Sneered the witch. “It lures the werebeasts down out of mountains. You’re putting us all in danger.”

  Snow shook her head and carried on folding up her display table and signs, hoping that if she ignored her, the crazy woman would leave her alone. Katie muttered a few more warnings and wandered off eventually.

  Snow sighed. If only the witch was right, and she could lure them out. She’d been enchanted by the legends of beasts that roamed the woods surrounding Grizzlyville since she was a child. Tales of handsome, alpha males that shifted between man and beast, ruthlessly seducing village women in order to reproduce their evil kind.

  Snow had confessed once to a girlfriend that the idea of a sexy alpha male-come-beast was a real turn on for her, and her friend had looked at her with such horror, that she’d been filled with shame and quickly shut up.

  “Miss White?” a man’s deep voice dragged her out of her reverie. She looked up and immediately dropped the battered tin of money she’d been holding.

  He was gorgeous. Absolutely heart-stopping, sex-on-a-stick gorgeous. She guessed he was in his late 20’s, judging by the slight crinkles at the corner of his sinfully dark eyes. Those eyes were watching her now, as she stood there blinking. He was tall, well over six foot, and Snow instinctively stepped back, not only intimidated by his size, but also it was easier to take him all in.

  And what a lot there was to take in. He was dressed in full motorcycle leathers, the well-worn dusty black leather matching his dark eyes and shaggy, collar-length dark brown hair that he kept sweeping back with an impatient hand. His face was shadowed with dark stubble, giving his high cheekbones an almost dangerous edge, but his eyes were kind and she felt an immediate sense of trust in him. His jacket was unzipped and hung loosely off his large frame.

  Her eyes drew downwards, following the creases on his taut grey tee-shirt that stretched across his pecs and disappeared down into the waist of his leather pants. Snow forced her eyes upwards at midpoint and was immediately captured by his dark gaze.

  “...and Mrs Bridges mentioned you had accommodation for rent.” Snow forced herself back to reality and realized he’d been speaking the entire time she’d been salivating over him like a starving animal.

  “I’m sorry?” Heat rose up her chest to her face as she croaked out the words. She swallowed hard, trying to moisten her dry throat. His accent and manner of speaking were slightly old-worldly, which only added to his attractiveness.

  “A..Accommodation?” she stuttered.

  He smiled, his teeth sparkling white against his darkly tanned skin. Snow’s heart stuttered at that smile, and she was pretty certain that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes. “My brothers and I are needing to stay here in Grizzlyville for a few nights. Two, maybe three.”

  “Your brothers?” she repeated stupidly, flummoxed by the idea that there were even more of these gorgeous creatures, and they wanted to stay with her.

  “Brothers by choice, not by blood,” He explained with a grin. “Dax and Ty are over there.” He tilted his head towards the craft beer stand, where two equally large leather-clad men were sampling her friend Molly’s beer. They had their backs turned to her, but the dangerous aura of sex appeal hung around them just as much as the man standing in front of her.

  Both had long, black hair that spilled around their shoulders and they were even larger than Jacob, dwarfing the other village men who were keeping a safe distance away. Judging by Molly’s spellbound expression, they were equally as compelling from the front as their brother.

  She cleared her throat and dragged her attention back. “As Mrs Bridges may have explained, I have a small cabin on my farm I rent out to travellers. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.” She named her nightly rate and he agreed, holding out his enormous hand to seal the deal.

  Snow wiped her damp hand before shaking his. Her small hand was completely swallowed by his grip and she felt at once powerless and hypnotised by his touch. He was the one who pulled away eventually, a slight frown on his expression. Oh God, she’d embarrassed herself again, gripping onto him like she’d never touched a man before. Well, you haven’t, not one like this.

  “Is the cabin near your family’s home?” He asked, his head cocked to the side as he pinned her with his dark gaze. The words were casual, but there was an underlying intensity in his tone that sent a chill of alarm down her spine. Maybe having these three staying up on her farm with a lone, young woman, wasn’t so smart after all.

  “It’s about 500 yards away, down the drive towards the road.” She explained slowly, wondering how she’d back out of this without looking like a complete idiot.

  He looked relieved. “That’s good. We, er, like to keep to ourselves. Don’t worry,” he added seeing her frown. “You’re perfectly safe with us there. We do a kind of retreat around the full moon, and stay away from people for a few days.”

  Snow’s head buzzed with a flurry of scrambled thoughts and concerns, but he picked up her hand again in his, holding it so gently like she was made of spun sugar, and said, “Thank you Snowanna-Jane. My name is Jacob. We’d love to stay on your property.”

  Chapter Three

  That was all it took, she realized six hours later as she sat on her deck, just one gentle touch from him and she’d have agreed to anything. Snow rocked gently in her swing seat and looked down at the distant cabin, lights glowing orange softly in the dark. She took a sip of her honey mead, feeling the warmth slide down her throat and bloom into her chest.

  What were they doing in there now? She’d watched them earlier in the evening from behind her kitchen curtains, as they’d washed the dust off their huge motorcycles and polished the chrome so lovingly, she’d wished she’d been a damned bike.

  Jacob had introduced her to Dax and Ty when she’d
unlocked the cabin and handed them the keys. Both had nodded at her, but didn’t speak, their distrust of her clear.

  Molly hadn’t been able to get much out of them either, though God knows she’d tried, as she’d complained bitterly to Snow as they’d packed up their market stalls.

  “Shame those good looks are wasted on two such grouchy personalities.” Molly had commented, wishing Snow well with her new guests. “Mind you, with those bodies, you wouldn’t want them for their conversational skills.” She’d joked.

  With Jacob she felt safe, but those other two… well, there was something very ... animalistic… about them, Snow decided. Yet they were oddly wary of her, almost jumping back when she’d brushed up past them in the doorway.

  Probably just her vivid imagination, she rationalized. No surprise really – her imagination had definitely kicked in with these three in close proximity.

  She’d spent all day fantasizing about having hot, sweaty, animal sex with all three of them. At once. Snow’s cheeks burned at the realization but she didn’t shy away from it. No harm in a little wishful thinking.

  They’re probably all gay, anyway. Why else would three guys all want a single room to “retreat” in? She sighed, rocking the swing with her bare leg. The summer night air was warm and humid, heavy with the scent of jasmine that wrapped around her like a sensuous blanket. She wore only a tiny, silk nightie that barely skimmed her butt cheeks – it was too hot for much else.

  She wondered what the biker brothers wore to bed. Probably nothing, she mused, her heart going into overdrive. Jacob had explained they wouldn’t be coming out much over the next couple of days. “Probably they’re not out at all. It’ll be a biker orgy behind closed doors. What a shame for womankind.” Snow giggled to herself, and took another sip of her honey mead. Warmth from the mead slid down her throat and expanded out through her body, relaxing her muscles and normally-frantic mind.