Conquered by the Werebear (BWWM Interracial Paranormal Shifter Werebear Alpha Male Erotic Romance)

by Champagne Jackson

  “Ursinus!” I gasped, pressing my young, ripe breasts against his rough, powerful chest, feeling his heat, the hairs of his chest tickling my dusky, hard little nipples. “Please, I’m getting close… Please…”

  “That’s right, little noble girl… Oh, gods, you’re going to cum on this bear cock…”

  “Yes! Yes, please, I want it… I want to cum on your bear’s cock…” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as he brought me closer and closer to my end. I found myself pressing my hips into his crotch as I descended on his cock, grinding my hungry, swollen clit into his body, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body…

  I was getting closer and closer, ever closer, with each passing moment. I was panting like a draught horse as I slammed my hips ever harder into his, powering our love making to new realms.

  “Please, Ursinus,” I moaned pathetically, my pussy gripping his cock tight, massaging it as we fucked. “Please, cum in me… Cum in my noble girl’s pussy… I need it so bad…”

  Holding me by the ass with one hand, he reached up behind my back to grab me hard by my hair.

  “Say it again. Beg for it.”

  “Cum in me! Please! Please, darling, cum in me!”

  And then, before I knew it, I too was cumming—my pussy thrashing and spasming around his thick cock, my body trembling with delight as passion overwhelmed me, as I found myself losing control and squealing like a little piglet, a little cumming piglet. My pussy gripped his cock tighter and tighter as I came and I leaned into his hand, his fist gripping my hair tighter and tighter as I screamed.

  I knew, in the back of my mind, that someone might hear me but I didn’t care. Ursinus might die tomorrow so I was going to enjoy him, enjoy my time with him—enjoy it all while I could. After all, we never know what tomorrow might bring…

  My cumming, spasming pussy must have pushed him over the edge because a moment later, he too was cumming. I gasped in delight as I felt his cock start to spasm and twitch inside me.

  “Fuck, but I do love that little noble cunt of yours…” he hissed viciously through gritted teeth. I smiled wearily back, unable to do much more than nuzzle him and lean on him as he fucked me onto his cock one, two, three more times before burying himself in me up to the hilt and unleashing his seed. I gasped with delight as I felt it pour into me, stream after hot stream.

  “Oh, god, yes…” I whimpered, practically on the verge of tears now. “Yes, Ursinus, darling, sow your seed inside of me… Cum in me… Make me all yours…”

  Gods, but I did love the feeling of his cum filling me up, the feeling of it pouring into me, sticking to my pussy walls, sticking to my insides and working its way into every nook and cranny of my tight, wet, needy and swollen insides. It seemed to work its way into my blood, sticky and hot, and I felt fuller and more satisfied than I ever had before in my life.

  “Yes, yes, yes…” I whimpered, squeezing my muscles, trying to milk his cock as he finished. Finally, he grunted and his flaccid cock slid of out me with a loud, lewd pop.

  “That was… Amazing…” I whispered, collapsing on my bed immediately.

  “On your knees, noble girl,” Ursinus ordered. I grinned. Our fun wasn’t over yet.

  Wearily, I forced myself off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He was so tall than his cock only just barely hung down to my lips. He had to spread his legs, lowering his hips just enough so that I could reach his thick, flaccid, but still massive and sloppy were cock.

  “Suck that, little one. Clean up your bear. You made a big, big mess…” he growled, running a hand through my long hair but then gripping it hard. I gasped at the pain of feeling him pull and grip my hair. God, but I loved that. I loved the way he took control of me, made me feel like he was in charge, like he owned me… Like he was my master and I the slave instead of the other way around.

  “Yes… Sir…” I murmured, leaning forward and running my tongue over his sloppy cock, tasting our juices, tasting everything that we had left behind from our love making.

  “Lick it nice and good,” he growled. “Suck it. Get me clean, you little whore.”

  Those nasty words delight me and I felt my insides churning with delight, illegitimate delight at the sound of words that no man was ever supposed to use to talk about me. I leaned forward, running my tongue from the base of his thick shaft to the tip and then back again, tracing the veins of his cock like a map to my own pleasure, letting the tip of my tongue play over them, savoring them—savor the pumping blood inside, the way they throbbed beneath my ministrations, the way they expanded exponentially as his cock expanded…

  He hardened rapidly and as soon as he was fully hard, I knew it was time to take him into my mouth. I spread my lips and my jaws as wide as I could, taking first that thick, bulbous tip.

  Ursinus groaned as my lips enclosed around the tip of his cock, swirling deliciously, moving along with the juices from our love-making. I loved the way our juices tasted together, the way the flavors melded it… The musky and passionate residue of our powerful, not long-gone fervor and feverish hunger.

  “That’s it… That’s a good girl… Suck it deeper… Take it deep…” Ursinus encouraged me, pressing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. I gagged as it passed my mouth, inch after inch forcing its way into my mouth. Tears came to my eyes as he deep throated me, but I didn’t care. I loved the act of submitting to him.

  I loved feeling like I belonged to him, belonged to this werebear, like he could do whatever he wanted to me… With no consequences. I wanted to be his lover, his toy, his plaything, and his obsession—just as he was oh so quickly becoming my obsession.

  Grunting onto his cock, I sucked him faster and faster, bobbing my head obediently, taking quick, sharp gasps of breath as his cock slid out of my mouth and then impaling myself on his huge shaft once more, driving it into my face, pressing it down my hungry mouth. I was gagging and choking with each moment but I didn’t care. I wanted to pleasure him, make him feel things that he didn’t know were possible. I wanted to do everything for him, to make him forget this world and come to the next with me…

  “Oh, fuck…” groaned Ursinus, throwing his head back in delight. “Get my cock nice and wet, Abeba… You’re going to need it for where it’s going next.”

  I had no idea what he might be referring to but I knew better than to ignore any of his orders. I slobbered over his cock like a hungry dog, slurping and sucking and grunting as I worked it in and out of my naughty noble whore’s mouth.

  And then, suddenly, he all but tore his cock out of my mouth. I gasped for air as he forced me up onto my feet and then bent me over the bed.

  “Spread yourself from behind.”

  I reached back and gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. I heard him chuckle hungrily.

  “Yes, that’s right… Good girl.”

  And then he spat on my asshole. I gasped, feeling the spit hit my tight little puckered hole. He worked one of his huge fingers into my tender little back hole and I whimpered.

  “Ow… I’m too tight back there, Ursinus…”

  “Then you’re going to have to be loosened up to take my cock.”

  My eyes widened in fear… and anticipation. Take his cock? In my backhole? Obviously I knew it was possible—and even pleasure, based on what Quintus said—but still, it seemed like it would end up hurting so, so bad…

  “A… Are you sure?” I whimpered as he forced another finger into me up to the knuckle. I whimpered again and wiggled my ass around his thick digits, feeling them twitch and tease my insides. “I… I don’t know if I can take something that big back there…”

  “You can and you will,” Ursinus informed me. Chills shot up and down my spine when he said that—he was so forceful, so matter of fact about it. I had no choice but to take my werebear gladiator in the ass and I was excited to do it.

  I gasped as I felt him pull his fingers out completely and then felt his cockhead press against my tight, tender
backhole.

  “Just try to relax,” Ursinus whispered, surprisingly softly. I gasped and threw my head back with a loud groan of pain and pleasure as he forced himself inside of me.

  “Oh, god, no, it won’t fit!” I squealed as I felt the first inch of so rip into my body. But he kept going and as he stretched me open, I found myself craving more and more of him—craving that next inch, that next thick inch of cock. I couldn’t tear myself away from him, not now. Not when I had a job to do.

  Before I knew it, he was full embedded inside of me, impaling me on his cock like a piece of meat. I grunted, twitching and tense my ass before relaxing it around his huge shaft. I felt so full and I felt like any movement he made my tear me apart, my tear my guts asunder. Nonetheless, I found myself pushing back, then pulling away and pushing back—in short, I was already starting to fuck my own ass on his cock.

  “Fuck me…” I moaned. “Fuck me, Ursinus. Claim my ass!”

  “Your wish, my command—all that,” he grunted as he slid his cock a few inches out before slamming it back into my ass. I screamed, shaking and spasming around his cock, my asshole gripping him hard.

  “Oh, god!” I groaned, gripping the bed hard. I had no idea if I would even survive this round of lovemaking! And Ursinus only pounded my ass harder and harder, going faster and faster and faster, his cock digging deep into my flesh and then sliding out before pounding back in once more…

  “Please, harder!” I squealed, tears rolling down my cheeks like little water falls as he pounded me, as he slammed his meat into my tight ass. “Please, I need it… I need you…”

  “Say what I’m doing to you,” Ursinus ordered.

  “What?” I asked in confusion.

  “Speak the words. What am I doing to you?”

  This question was punctuated by a sharp thrust of his cock deeper into my asshole than he had ever managed before.

  “Oooh… You’re fucking my ass,” I moaned.

  “That’s right. I’m fucking your noble Roman girl’s ass. This is all you Roman girls are good for.”

  “Yes, oh, gods, use me, Ursinus!” I moaned, louder and louder, not caring who heard me. “Fuck me in my ass, use me!”

  Ursinus grunted louder and louder, pulling at my hair, reaching around to grab at my breasts and play with my tender nipples as he pounded me. It hurt bad but it hurt so good too. I screamed into his hand as he clapped it over my mouth and I loved that too—loved the way he made me his captive as he fucked me, the way he dominated me and made me know that I was his, that I had submitted to him—in every way.

  “Yes, please… Please… Please…” I moaned louder and louder. His hand even found its way onto my throat and I gasped as it closed around my throat, choking me hard. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe and I felt completely helpless, thrashing around his cock as he fucked me and choked me. I loved the feeling, the feeling of erotic terror of being choked and fucked at the same time. Finally, just when the room was starting to go black, he let go and I gasped, air flooding my lungs as I moaned.

  “Yes… yes… Yes….” I sobbed uncontrollably, losing all composure now as he pounded me.

  “Fuck, but if this isn’t the tightest little ass I’ve ever had…” Ursinus growled, his bear’s hunger and force washing over me as I felt his cock start to twitch. Suddenly, he was cumming, sending stream after stream of hot bear cum deep into my asshole.

  “Oh, god, Ursinus!” I squealed, squealed hungrily as I felt him cumming, felt the seed filling me up. “It’s so good…”

  If it felt incredible to have him cum in my pussy, it felt even better in my ass. I loved the way his hot cum invaded every little crevice, every nook and cranny of my ass. I sighed in delight as his seed filled me up, sent itself flooding deep into me.

  Finally, he pulled out of me with a grunt and I groaned, half from agonized pleasure and half from disappointment at the sudden absence, the sudden void in my ass where his cock had just been not too long ago…

  “That… That was amazing…” I whispered in a daze as I collapsed onto the bed. The bear lay next to me and I nuzzled myself into his arms, crushing my body against his. My body was so small, so petite compared to his huge, powerful frame…

  “A good taste before a fight,” the bear said with a grin. I returned his smile and hoisted myself on top of him, pressing my breasts against his chest and my lips against his.

  “I’ll kill for your father tomorrow and then in the evening, I’ll expect you to tend to my wounds…”

  “Whatever you wish, my bear…” I whispered, biting at his lip and tugging it.

  We held each other for a few more moments before he rose, donned his loin cloth once more, and leapt out my window, back into the night, to the compound where my father kept his slaves.

  Battle

  The next morning, I awoke—sore, once again, my body bearing yet more traces of bear love. I rolled over in bed, expecting to find Lephora or Lidia there with а sponge ready to wash me and prepare a light breakfast for me before a larger one with my father and Quintus.

  Instead, I found my father, sitting, glowering in a chair, a dark look on his old, flabby face.

  “Enjoy the bear much last night?” he asked with an evil growl.

  I felt all the blood drain from my face.

  “Father… I… No… I…”

  “Whore!” he all but screamed.

  I sat up in bed, holding the covers to my chest, trying to hide my nakedness.

  “No, father, it’s not like that… I…”

  But I couldn’t make up a lie fast enough and besides—would he even have believed me? My room reeked of sex. And when he tore the covers off my naked body, he saw the bruises and marks that Ursinus had left, the proof of our loving…

  “Whore! I’ll make you watch as that bear of a man is torn apart in the coliseum today!”

  “No, father, it’s not like that…” I sobbed as he grabbed me by the hair, dragged me out of bed, raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. I cried out as my nose burst into blood, crimson splattering over the fine Egyptian carpets that covered the floor of my room.

  “Then what is it like, Abeba? What is it like?”

  I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. All I could do was sob, as my nose bled and my eyes wept.

  “Just as I thought…” my father muttered. “You’ll see your lover slaughtered today and then before the day is done, I’ll have you sold to a whore house. If you like whoring so much, you’ll do it for a living.”

  “No, father, please… I confess it all. I admit to everything… Just don’t sell me to a whore house…”

  But there was no convincing my father otherwise. He gave orders that I wasn’t to have any breakfast and then disappeared to get ready for the fights.

  ~

  The coliseum. The roar of the crowds. The bloodthirsty masses, screaming for maimed warriors and victorious, bone-slicing blades. It ached my heart as my father hauled me into my seat next to him, with Quintus on his other side.

  “Watch closely, both of you. This is the true apex of a Roman father’s duties to educate his children… Ours is a city created by bloodshed and ruled by power. It’s time both of you learned that.”

  He glanced fiercely at me.

  “Even though it will only be useful to one of you.”

  I let out a dry sob. I had spent most of the morning in tears as Quintus, Lephora, and Lidia attempted to comfort me, to no avail.

  What I worried about most, though—more so than my fate, more so than the prospect of losing my father’s love and spending the rest of my natural life in a whore house, being poked and prodded by the most terrible, disgusting of men—was the idea that they would killed Ursinus.

  Of course, Ursinus had seemed confident the night before but he was probably only expecting a fair battle—my father and the organizers of the games could easily change things, set him up against half a dozen or more warriors in full armor while he himself only receives a single dull b
lade with which to defend himself.

  Trumpets sounded and the warriors marched out. As I expected, a long row of warriors decked out in complete armor and all manner of exotic weapons—axes, spears, swords long and short, straight and curved, pitchforks, nets, and more…

  And then, slowly, led by the chains that shackled his arms and legs together, came my bear.

  He seemed to have been beaten and deprived of sleep, as far as I could tell from where I was sitting. But there was a fierce look of pride in his face, one that testified to his name—he was still unconquered.

  The emperor rose and opened the games with those immortal, winged words: “Those who are about to die: we salute you!”