“Damn right I am,” she replied. She bit down on his mate bite and Berneroared, unable to contain his bear when he was being goaded so expertly. Inside of her, Sirin felt his cock begin to shift, thickening and changing inside her. There were definite advantages to being fucked by her bear and she wanted them all. His shoulder ripped away from her mouth and she felt a tickle of hair as it sprouted from his skin. In moments, her powerful bear was towering over her, lifting her into the air with his massive paws, spinning her on his length before dropping her to the forest floor once more.
Berne ceased his slow deliberate strokes in favor of frantic slams. Sirin was in no mood, three orgasms in, for slow and sensual. She’d been run down by her bear and she was ready for him to use her for his pleasure. She loved that she was invariably able to send him over the edge by nursing on his bite and shecravedhis abandon when he was usually so in control. His large form completely covered her, enveloping her in his smell. The scent of man and bear that had so intrigued her at the start now made her gush at the thought of him.
She could feel the press of his knot teasing her entrance, the rings that led to his now flared head dragged against her clenching walls, stroking her G-spot.2The power he used to plow into her heightened Sirin’s arousal, the friction of the forest floor beneath her providing a wonderful counterpoint to the exquisite pull of the ripples of his head inside her. Sheneededhim as deep inside of her as possible, so she rocked back on her knees to meet him, driving him on.
Having orgasmed so recently, Sirin was maddeningly sensitive and she was riding the edge of another in short order. She loved all orgasms, but her orgasms when he was inside her were exceptionally mind-shattering. If she could time it right, when he was coming, he would press into her in a way that felt damn near transcendent. She listened to his breathing, trying to gauge when he would be ready. When his claws dug into the ground and he dipped his head under to look back at her, Sirin was gone. She squeezed with all she had, trying to milk Berne into giving her every drop of cum he had. The rhythmic clench of her pussy around his cock made her scream into the night as she felt him press as deep as possible inside her, his knot slipping inside with a pop as he roared.
For the next few blissful moments, Sirin’s mind was blank, save for the wash of pleasure that radiated through her body. The heavy press of Berne’s weight grounded her in her ecstasy; the only sounds she heard were the deep guttural noises of his release.
Afterward, Berne rolled onto his back so Sirin lay atop his chest, running her fingers through the white fur of his chest hair. She raised her head to meet his eyes and smiled. “Welcome home.”
Underneath her, he returned to his normal size and cuddled her closer. His knot released as he changed and he moved his fingers to keep his release inside of her instead.
“I swear, a few more welcomes like that, and yeh won’t be able to make me leave again. Or I suppose I could just take yeh with me.” Berne yawned, nuzzling into her neck. “Don’t suppose yeh fancy sleeping outdoors? I’m beat.”
Sirin pretended to consider. “Well, at one point youwerenice and cozy in your own bed, youcouldhave stayed there.“ She stood up and loomed over him, already missing the feel of his fingers and his cock. She put on a stern face, smacking him on the outside of his ass. “Now get up, I want a ride. I’m freezing.”
Berne growled and rolled onto his stomach, shifting into his bear as he did so. Sirin was still researching what exactly the lunula had done to allow for the change; it seemed most of his people had accepted it as a gift from the Lady and moved on. Lady save her from people who accepted the gifts and never questioned how or why. Shehopedshe might be able to figure it out enough to allow herself to change. But, even if not, Berne indicated their children should be able to.
Once he was completely shifted, Berne startled Sirin from her musings with a thick tongue between her thighs, lapping his release as it dripped out of her. She giggled and pushed his head away.
“Don’t start that again, I’m exhausted. You can have more in the morning if you need.” She turned to scoop up her nightgown, and climbed atop her mate’s back. She gripped his thick fur around his neck and squealed with delight as he took off toward home at full speed. As her hair whipped around her, the forest sounds surrounding them, Sirin realized for the first time in her life, she was truly happy rather than simply content.
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1.At this point, we have all heard so much about our Goddess, that I don’t want to belabor the issue. My assistants and I have published our observations about her periodically, and though they are probably dry, I like to think they are extremely insightful. If dry observations are not your craic (that is why I am writing fictionalized accounts, in fact), She will return in future books.
2.For those who do not know, a knot is a swelling at the base of the phallus.
