Arkadios cut my pleading off by mashing his lips against mine urgently, and I returned his kiss with interest, relishing the unspoken promise of release. The werebear had swung Carlos around like a toy and, when he picked me up, it was as if I weighed nothing more than a speck of dust.
Carrying me to the couch, he set me down and lifted my legs over his shoulders before sliding his hands up the back of my thighs, over my ass cheeks and pulling my underwear down until they came off the tips of my toes. My disbelief at how much I wanted him was quickly giving way to thoughts about how I should have offered him my teen slit sooner.
Arkadios still looked like he was struggling against his own body but the sight of my unused yet eager teen tunnel seemed to drive away the last tendrils of reasoning, of fatherly protectiveness. Instead, his eyes were filled with nothing more than animal instinct, a predator mere inches away from its prey.
My adopted father bent down and cupped my ass cheeks, raising my hips off the cushions of the couch and presenting my pussy to him as if on a silver platter. Looking down over the swell of my breasts, I could see him looking at my sex hungrily, as if he was about to devour me but didn’t know where to start. The apparent indecision was short-lived though, as I felt his tongue snake out and give me one long slow lick along the entire length of my slit, delving deep into my tunnel and lapping up my juices.
I felt his breath come out in a long shuddering gasp as if the very flavour of me had given him a sensation akin to an orgasm. The look on his face could certainly have counted as either evidence of that or that he was, perhaps, having a spiritual experience. Either way, he brought his tongue back to my folds with lusty intent and soon I was squirming as I felt my first ever orgasm given to me by another person approaching.
Arkadios’ tongue lapped at me relentlessly, savouring my natural lubricants, smearing them all over his face and between my legs as his rough stubble tingled on my pink petals around his probing muscle. A balloon of pleasure was being inflated in my belly, an inflation that went into overdrive when he began concentrating his flickering tongue on my clit.
I’d managed to bring myself off earlier in the day, but I’d felt clumsy doing it. Arkadios was eating my pussy like it was his sole purpose in existence and I was a squealing, writhing, tightly-packed bundle of bliss until the moment he inserted a finger into my fresh pussy as far as my hymen.
The balloon of pleasure popped, letting its contents flood around my body like a tidal wave of the most intense physical sensations I’d ever experienced. Rational thoughts were the furthest thing from my mind, but if I could have formulated one it would have been to plan how I could maximise the time spent each day with Arkadios licking my clit.
Both of us were panting when I came back down to earth and my adopted Father sat up, my juices running down his chin. One hand remained cupping my ass as he pulled me into the air again and stood up. I wrapped my legs around him, and pressed my lips against his, tasting my own essence and feeling something almost as good as the climax I’d just had all over again. There was definitely something almost magical about my flavour, no wonder Arkadios had that look on his face.
The power of his body contrasted incredibly with the tenderness of his lips as he roughly pushed me up against the wall, denting the drywall. My skirt rode up, leaving nothing but denim between my desperate virgin pussy and the huge bulge in his jeans as I wrapped my arms around his neck and plunged my tongue into his mouth, twirling it around his.
Arkados let me go and began tearing away the last shreds of his shirt but I remained off the ground, held up by the pressure of his body against mine as well as the grip of my arms and legs. He growled as he desperately tried to undo the button and zip of his jeans, before apparently giving up on the conventional approach as I heard the rip of material and moments later the shaft of his cock was nestling between my folds.
I gasped, feeling the hard heat of a man against my most private of places for the first time in my life, suddenly scared by the girth of my adopted father. My body was showing much less concern, my natural lubricants continuing to flow and coat his rod as my hips bucked, dragging my clit along it’s wonderful length.
Arkadios supported my weight with one hand, grasping his shaft halfway down with the other as he bent his knees, keeping me at the same height. The next thing I knew, the engorged head of his cock was pushing my pussy lips to each side, far to each side. Apocalyptically wet or not, his girth was more than I could have ever dreamed of taking inside me.
“Daddy, it’s too big!” I gasped.
The werebear did nothing but rumble deep in his throat and transfer his hands to my hips so they were no longer supporting my weight. Instead, my weight was bearing down directly on his utterly rigid cock, as well as my own arms and legs, and I grunted with the strain being put upon my body.
“I can’t take it!”
Arkadios began pushing down on my hips and against all odds I felt my pussy accepting him until he tore through my virgin barrier like it was wet paper and kept on going. A tear rolled down my cheek from the fire that had been lit between my legs, but underneath the initial discomfort I could feel that other part of me that had just been woken up that day rejoicing. I was doing what I was born to do, hell, maybe even prophesised to do.
At last, pushed to my limit, I felt Arkadios bottom out inside me and his hot breath blew on the skin of my neck just below my left ear. He let out that low rumble again and I half thought he was going to tear my throat out but instead he began slowly thrusting inside my tightly gripping pussy, quickly gaining speed until my tits were bouncing in his face despite the bra I was wearing and the dent in the wall was being deepened.
I clung on for dear life, my fingernails digging into his back and the muscles of my thighs burning with the effort of staying mounted on the fucking machine pounding into me with nothing but its own need driving it. I’d told him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted, but I was a naïve virgin… I didn’t know what I was letting myself in for. It was too much, too big, too rough, too fast and I grunted with every thrust inside of my sex.
“Gently,” I panted, my voice coming out in fits and starts due to how heavily I was being shaken.
Arkadios paid no heed, if anything he began fucking me even harder than before and I let out a yelp of surprise. The fire in my thighs and between my legs seemed to spread up to my belly and intensified as I almost blacked out from the sheer force of the cock being jack hammered into me.
As I continued to barely hold on to Arkadios I felt the heat of that fire change in some subtle way, changing from a fire that burned to a fire that tingled with hot pins and needles of pleasure. My grunts of strain turned into ‘uhn’s of increasing ecstasy as Arkadios continued to saw his massive cock in and out of my quivering slit.
Just when I thought I was going to add ‘first orgasm purely from cock’ to my list of firsts for the day, Arkadios pulled me out of the dent in the wall and carried me behind the chair I had used for shelter not so long ago, lifting me off of his cock and setting me on the ground. I almost screamed and tried to clamber back up on top of him but he firmly spun me around and pushed me over the back of the chair until my head rested on the cushioned seat.
In an instant his cock was inside me again and his strong hands were holding on to my hips with a vice-like grip. If I thought he had been fucking me hard against the wall, it was nothing compared to what he was able to give me when he had a better grip.
My ass stung from the impact of our bodies meeting over and over again until I thought I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week. Stinging or not, that wonderful tingly fire was soon roaring again and I massaged my bouncing tits with my hands, surprised at how much my nipples, trapped beneath my bra though they were, were adding to my pleasure.
It wasn’t long before my body gave me that elusive pure-cock orgasm and I screamed affirmatives, yelling my bliss to anybody who cared to listen. Given how the front door and one window were smashed wide open,
there’s no telling how many people that may have been.
My pussy muscles clamped down on Arkadios’ invading fuck-shaft and added to my virginal tightness, provoking a roar from the werebear that definitely would have confused any eavesdroppers that had been listening to me cumming.
From somewhere high above my house where I was floating on a cloud, I felt a torrent of my adopted Father’s sperm flooding my teen pussy. Each thrust brought more and more until it began mixing with my own juices and joining the rivers of body fluids already pouring down my inner thighs.
Arkadios had said this was my first breeding cycle, and if volume of semen was anything to go by, it would be brought to an extremely quick halt. I could almost feel his little swimmers seeking out my egg, doing their bit to complete the prophecy I hadn’t even fully comprehended yet.
The werebear gave one last thrust, deeper than ever and the last spurt of his cum splashed directly on my cervix before we both went still, catching our breath. Finally, I stood up and Arkadios extracted his still-hard cock from me.
When I turned around and saw it properly for the first time, I couldn’t believe something so huge had been inside of me. It stood hard and proud, glistening with our combined juices and completely undiminished despite having expended what felt like a year of creamy cum in my fertile depths.
I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug, feeling his hard member along my belly, the tip resting just below my breasts.
“Thank you, Daddy… that was… I don’t know how to describe it.”
“We… this… I don’t know if this was a good idea… I still need to get you to the gathering place. I could be executed for treason against the shifter state… I couldn’t help myself! Oh fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that before… “
“Can’t we just go somewhere else? Start fresh?”
“There’s nowhere to run, Kylie. You’re in heat now, and this is just the first day. It’s going to get stronger, you’ll be as easy to find as the world’s biggest lighthouse on the clearest night. We better get moving. Now. Go upstairs and pack. Everything you’d need for a week. If you’re away for any longer, I or somebody else can come back and get more things. Go.”
The look on his face was far less compromising than when he used to tell me to eat my vegetables or what time my curfew was. I’d had no success arguing then, I saw no such possibility now. I went upstairs with a kaleidoscope of emotions vying for attention.
Looking at the alarm clock in my room, I saw that only an hour had passed since Carlos and his gang had stormed into Eddie’s party, but my life was completely different. I had no idea what to expect from the next few minutes, let alone the next few weeks or years.
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Bearly Legal 2
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Kylie barely escaped the clutches of the werewolf pack in "Bearly Legal", when her mother's former partner revealed himself as a werebear and dealt with them in brutal fashion before himself succumbing to Kylie's new allure. Now, in an urgent rush to get to the gathering of shifter alphas, they've got to pack what they need and leave the house as soon as possible.
However, it's not going to be that easy. Not only do they have to contend with the fact that Kylie is in heat and getting further into her mating cycle, but the werewolves are not giving up that easy. Will Arkadios and Kylie survive long enough to get to the gathering, and can Arkadios restrain his base lust for her when all she can think about is how to get him back inside her?
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Paranormal, Shifter, Werebear, Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Breeding, Rough Sex
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There was something about pulling that zip on my suitcase the last few inches that felt so very ‘final’ somehow. It was like I wasn’t just shutting the lid on some clothes and other everyday personal effects, I was shutting the lid on my life as I had known it.
I’d woken up that morning a normal-ish eighteen year old girl who lived in a normal-ish world. Since then, I’d literally gone into heat like some kind of voraciously over-sexed animal desperate to breed, attracted the attention of a pack of werewolves, yes werewolves, and come running home hoping that my adopted father, Arkadios, would protect me.
He had, but not with his standard-issue police handgun like I had expected. Oh no, a hail of bullets blasting away the werewolves who were chasing me would be too normal. Arkadios had beaten the ever-loving bejesus out of four werewolves with his bare hands because he was a werebear.
All that would probably have been a good enough reason to pack my bag and run, but the night of insanity wasn’t through with me yet. Arkadios told me that I was almost certainly the one spoken about in some kind of well-known prophecy, well-known to shifters anyway. Apparently I was potentially destined to choose a mate from all the shifter alphas and help lead their kind to a new era of prosperity.
I had come of age with the full moon this Halloween and although I didn’t look any different, I was radiating some kind of sexual mojo that was nigh-on irresistible to any being capable of detecting it. Arkadios could detect it, and I was more than willing to give him what the werewolves had sought to take by force.
I’d never really thought much about sex before, but since a little after lunchtime it was almost all that I could think about. For my first time, Arkadios had pounded me through the wall and I’d screamed for more. I could still feel him, or the memory of him, between my legs and despite the urgency of the task at hand, namely packing and getting the hell out of here, I still felt hot and bothered. I wanted him again.
When I clunked my suitcase down the stairs on its roller-wheels I found Arkadios waiting for me, everything he needed apparently stuffed into a small backpack. He avoided eye contact and stood up from the chair that he had so recently bent me over, looking determined to go through with the course of action he had decided. We were going to the gathering of shifter alphas.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I guess.”
“We’ll take the Humvee. Move. Something doesn’t feel right.”
I headed to the door that lead to the internal garage and opened it, flicking on the light as I walked in. The heavy rear door of the Humvee took both hands to control and with a struggle I managed to heave my suitcase into the back seat before repeating my efforts with the front passenger door.
Arkadios flicked the driver’s door open like it was a toy and hopped in, tossing his backpack over his shoulder to land next to mine in the back. With a twist of the key the engine roared to life and Arkadios wound his window down before pausing with a scowl.
“Uh… shouldn’t we open the door before we die of carbon monoxide poisoning?” I asked.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“They’re back.”
“Carlos and the others?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna kick their asses again?”
“There’s more, I can’t tell how many. And an alpha.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Assess the situation.”
Arkad
ios reached up to the sun visor where the remote for the garage door was clipped and pressed the button. A small red light flashed on the tiny device momentarily before the electric motor whirred into life and the driveway in front of our house slowly came into view like a stage behind a curtain.
If our driveway was a stage, the actors were numerous and viscous-looking. About three dozen men and women were scattered in our path, some brandishing chains or baseball bats, some with guns.
Directly in front of us was a man slightly older and bigger than the rest of them with hair that had probably once been jet black just starting to have a bit of a salt and pepper look about it, though it was hard to tell in the moonlight. This man was holding up another by the collar of his jacket, and to my eye it looked like Carlos, but a version of Carlos that was in even worse condition then when Arkadios threw him out the front door.
“Officer Philokrates, we meet at last. I’ve heard so much about you.”
From inside the house I saw shadows moving, some of the werewolf pack had obviously come back in through the broken door or window. My adopted father leaned out of the window and called back.
“And who might you be, sunshine?”
“They’re inside the house,” I whispered.
“I know,” Arkadios whispered back.
“Pardon my manners! I’m Jeff Roma, and I wanted to come down here and personally apologise for this mutt’s poor behaviour. He’s kinda new.”
Jeff gave Carlos a shake that had his arms and legs wobbling comically like a little puppet then offered us a smile that was just too big and toothy. Arkadios glanced at me then nodded down towards my feet.
“Under the seat. There’s a knuckle duster made of silver. Put it on but keep it out of sight. Use it if you have to but keep it the fuck away from me.”
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