by Sable Sylvan
“Yeah, my three aunts,” said Talia, her arms crossed over her chest as she rolled her eyes.
“And me, Talia. I love you too...and my family’s taken quite the liking to you as well,” said Cedar. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead gently, holding her hand in his and rubbing it. Talia moved to straddle Cedar’s crotch, her slit rubbing against Cedar, even though his jeans and her tights.
“I’ve wanted you, Talia, since the moment I met you,” said Cedar, moving his hands to Talia’s waist before moving his hands lower, gripping a big butt cheek in each hand before giving them a firm squeeze. “Every second I’m with you, it’s taken all my restraint to hold back my animal instincts, because baby, you’ve got animal magnetism, and I want to mate you, so bad.”
“Can we...take things slow?” asked Talia, looking up at Cedar’s big green eyes, eyes that reminded her of the forest.
“How slow do you wanna go, babe?” asked Cedar, pushing a hair out of Talia’s face before kissing her on the cheek, keeping her propped up by the small of her back with his other big, broad hand.
“Is there anything we can do before sex, together?” asked Talia, rubbing Cedar’s chest.
“Sure...there’s a tub in the back big enough for two,” said Cedar. “But unless you wanna get those clothes wet...you’re going to have to strip.”
“Strip?” said Talia with a gulp. “Uhm...can I go in with my bra and undies?”
“Of course,” said Cedar. “But I’m going to end up have my twig and berries out, so I better not catch you sneaking any peeks.”
“I promise I’ll try and resist,” said Talia sarcastically, but Cedar stood from the bed, keeping Talia on his torso before he turned to place Talia down, and removed his flannel shirt...and then, unlatched the brown leather belt on his dark jeans. He dropped the jeans to the flour and kicked off his boots, leaving him in a pair of dark black boxers. Talia couldn’t believe how big his bulge was: she chocked it up to being an illusion caused by a wrinkle in the fabric.
“Your turn,” said Cedar with a grin as he watched Talia eat him up with her eyes. He could already smell her delicious arousal from his position.
“Alright,” said Talia, standing. Cedar didn’t back up or move away, so Talia’s chest was pressed against his torso. She looked up at Cedar, who was not only taller than her by over a foot, but broader too, and thicker, due to all his muscles. “I unbuttoned you, so it’s only fair you help me out too.”
“Of course,” said Cedar with a teasing tone. “What sort of host would I be if I didn’t take your jacket from you?” Cedar ran his hands to the center of the cardigan sweater and unbuttoned the sweater, one pale white button at a time, each small button glinting as he slowly pulled it out of its hole. His hands made their way over Talia’s sumptuous breasts, which were quivering from Talia’s nervousness. Unlike Cedar, Talia wore her emotions on her sleeve, and it amused Cedar...almost as much as it aroused him.
Cedar resisted the urge to squeeze each perfect round globe in his hand and continued to slowly unbutton the sweater, until he got to the last button, which kept the sweater hugged against Talia’s hips. With Talia’s sweater completely undone, he ran his fingers up the center of the cardigan’s two parts, until he got to the shoulders, and turned Talia around so that his cock was pressed against her lower back while he slipped the cardigan off her soft shoulders.
“What beautiful wrapping,” said Cedar, his lips brushing against Talia’s shoulders gently, as he didn’t quite kiss them, but merely teased them, with his touch. “What beautiful, beautiful wrapping...for such a beautiful present.”
Cedar ran his hands to the top of Talia’s dress. The fit and flare dress zipped up in the back, the dress slightly too big for Talia, and he found the hidden zipper’s pull at the top of the center of the dress’s back. Cedar pulled down gently, careful to not let the zipper catch anywhere, and as each new inch of skin was revealed, he kissed each exposed patch, leaving a trail of butterfly soft kisses.
This was against Cedar’s entire nature: as a bear shifter, he wanted nothing more than to yank Talia’s tights down, rip her panties off, and do her from behind doggy-style like nature intended. However, he wanted her first time to be special, and would have wanted their first mating to be gentle, even if she wasn’t his virgin.
The dress unzipped to the waist and Talia slipped it off over her shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor, crumpled around her like the petals of a flower of which Talia was the pistil, just waiting to get pollinated and filled with nectar. Cedar ran his hands up Talia’s body, feeling every soft curve of her legs, from her bowling pin like lathed calves up to her thick, milky thighs, and then, around her hips, he resisted giving a squeeze to her ample buttocks. He merely used the rough flats of the palms of his hands to tease Talia, making his way up to her waist, her sides, and finally her bosom, before entwining his arms under her armpits and pressing his hands against her soft shoulders, his forearms pressed against her bosom.
Talia, wrapped only in black lace, like the thin, translucent wrapping mesh used at Spinning A Yarn for their gift baskets, was a vision to behold. The simple black was classic and saucy, but Talia, innocent and small compared to Cedar, was the kind of woman he couldn’t stop imagining wearing a gown of white, with a veil, the perfect shifter bride, with curves that would fill out any wedding dress with ease.
Cedar pulled Talia close, and then up, all at once, bringing her to the tub outside, placing her down gently before he took the top off of the tub, which was filled with fresh rainwater from the storm the night before. “Is that clean?” asked Talia.
“Yeah, the water gets filtered before it goes in the tub,” promised Cedar, stepping into the tub. “The cover keeps out anything gross, like insects or animals looking for a bath. Come on in, the water’s fine.”
Talia gingerly stepped into the tub, sitting across from Cedar. “This is a nice tub, I don’t think I’ve been in one like it,” she said.
“That’s because this is the only one like it in the world,” said Cedar. “Only you and I have sat in a tub made by the man who made this tub.”
“Who made it?” asked Talia.
“You’re looking at him,” said Cedar smugly.
“No frikkin’ way,” said Talia. “I never would have expected billionaire Cedar Asher to be such a good craftsoman.”
“Hey, I’m a bear first, a billionaire second,” said Cedar. “I built this tub and that cabin with my own two hands. Well, and some power tools.”
“Why?” asked Talia. “Couldn’t you just hire someone?”
“Not when I was eighteen,” said Cedar.
“You built all this at eighteen?” said Talia. “That’s incredible!”
“Yeah, I try to come down here as often as I can, but it’s hard to make time,” said Cedar. “I made this the summer before I was sent to college: Jennifer Asher, one of my aunts, paid for my schooling. I needed something to do to distract me from my mate mark, so I put my hands to work. Building was always something that interested me: I was actually a carpenter in high school, part-time. It was unpaid, like an apprenticeship, and I’d work in Seattle over the summers, building houses for charity with my cousins.”
“That’s really awesome,” said Talia. “I had no idea you did charity work.”
“My formal title is COO: Chief Operations Officer. However, very little of my work involves domestic management. Most of my work for Asher Lumber Co. involves working with charities around the globe,” explained Cedar. “Right now, my big thing is disaster relief. I’m starting a big campaign involving donating lumber to places that are effected by monsoons and tsunamis, and right here in the US of A, I’m working with various government agencies on providing construction services and free lumber to places hit by hurricanes and tornados.”
“Why do you have such a passion for helping people?” asked Talia.
“Honestly? I think there’s three things,” said Cedar. “It’s the closest thing I c
an do to adventuring as a billionaire. If I had my way, I’d be going to a different state park every weekend, but that just isn’t feasible with my lifestyle. Secondly, I’ve always wanted to help people, I guess it’s just my paternal side, given I don’t have an outlet for all my excess love and caring, as I don’t have cubs. And I guess, last of all...I was hoping that if I searched the world, I’d find my fated mate, somewhere, out there. I never guessed that I’d find her right back in the town I was from.”
“You’re really sure I’m your fated mate,” said Talia quietly.
“Of course I am, Talia, you’ve seen the mate mark,” said Cedar, touching his mate mark. It was covered in drops of water from the tub, but Cedar was holding black bunched up fabric in his fist.
The fabric distracted Talia. “What’s that in your hand?” asked Talia.
“Oh, this?” asked Cedar, holding up the black bundle. “Just my boxers.”
Talia brushed bright red. “No frikkin’ way, you’re naked?” asked Talia.
“I told you I’d end up stripping down,” said Cedar. “I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”
“Jeez, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” said Talia. “Anyways...I thought you said this tub had filtered water, that nothing could get in it.”
Cedar looked at Talia, confused. “Yeah...because nothing can get in it,” said Cedar.
“Then why is there a big walnut bobbing up and down in the tub?” asked Talia. There was a medium sized taupe item, rounded on the top, and presumably spherical, bobbing up and down in the water. There was a seam, like on a walnut, but this nut was smaller, with a hole at the tip, and it was smooth, with no wrinkles.
Cedar followed Talia’s gaze. “Talia, that’s not nut,” said Cedar. “My nuts are below that.”
Talia’s eyes widened as she realized what it was.
Chapter Six
Cedar moved, and the ball moved with him, and as he stood to stretch, Talia saw what the nut really was, and where Cedar’s nuts really were. The ‘walnut’ was just the head of Cedar’s cock, no nut at all, but big and round, almost as big as the two nuts tangling by his thighs, which were each the size of a baseball.
“Oh no, no frikkin way’,” said Talia, protecting her crotch with her hands. “There’s no way that thing will fit inside of me. Your nuts are way too big. How do you even wear pants?”
“The nuts don’t go inside during sex,” promised Cedar. “Just this.” Cedar stroked up and down on his shaft, still glistening with water...but soon, it started glistening with something else: precum, silvery and just a bit oily. He stroke from base to tip, his cock growing larger as he did so.
“There’s no frikkin’ way that’ll fit,” said Talia. Although Cedar was only illuminated by a moonbeam and the fireflies in the background, a distance from the house, she could still make out the length of the cock, which hit his mid-thigh, the middle of an already large thigh.
“We’ll go slow,” promised Cedar. “I won’t hurt you, Talia.” Cedar pulled Talia close to him. His cock brushed against the inside of her thighs and Talia shuddered. It felt so big: how would they get it to fit inside of her?
Cedar turned Talia around and sat her on his lap, his cock against the small of her back. “How’s this feel?” asked Cedar.
“Good,” said Talia. “It feels...better knowing exactly how big it is.”
“It gets even bigger,” admitted Cedar. “When it’s inside you, you’ll feel it grow.”
“No frikkin’ way,” said Talia. “Is that a normal size for a cock?”
“Yes...for a large shifter,” said Cedar. “Not for a normal man, no.”
“And human women...they can take a shifter dick?” asked Talia.
“All the time,” said Cedar with a smile. “And not to be crass, but...the human women I’ve been with have never had problems with it before. But you’re a virgin, so things might be...different. Do you ever touch yourself?”
Talia blushed. “That’s a pretty personal question, don’t you think?” she said snippily.
“Well, if we’re gonna sleep together, you should be able to answer that,” said Cedar. “It’s fine if the answer is ‘no’.”
“Yes, of course I’ve masturbated,” said Talia.
“With toys?” asked Cedar.
“Only small ones,” said Talia. “But I mostly use my fingers.”
“Great...can you show me?” asked Cedar, rubbing Talia’s waist and enjoying every last inch of her curves.
“Sure,” said Talia. “But not in a tub. I usually do it lying down.”
“Say no more,” said Cedar, rising from the tub and carrying Talia with him.
“Are you going to carry me everywhere we go?” asked Talia crossly. “I do have legs, you know.”
“Trust me, babe, in the morning, you’ll be begging for me to carry you,” said Cedar. “And, uh...you might wanna take a few days off work.”
“Thanks a lot, Prince Charming,” said Talia sarcastically. “That’s just what every girl dreams about hearing.”
“Dreams are one thing, wet dreams are a whole different story,” said Cedar, gently laying Talia down on the bed.
“Let me guess, you built the bed too?” asked Talia, looking over the flannel sheeted bed.
“Yup, I wonder how you ever could have guessed,” said Cedar. “Now...are you going to show me how to get you off or what?”
“To get me off? Isn’t this about mating?” asked Talia.
“Talia, you’re my fated mate. I know it, I knew it when I met you, and I want more than just to mate you...I want to give you the best damn night of yur life,” said Cedar. “Now are you going to use those fingers, or am I going to have to learn just how to press your buttons?” Cedar ran a hand up Talia’s thighs and pulled down her panties which were still wet from the rainwater, all the way down to her ankles, before Talia helped kick them off.
Cedar put the panties up to his nose. “You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?” he asked Talia. The bear in Cedar roared: the bear smelled the sweetest and rarest of honeys, the sexual fluids of a mate, a mate that was ovulating, and ready to be filled with cubs! Cedar smiled with his bear: cubs were exactly what Cedar was after.
“Gee, wonder why,” asked Talia, who had no idea Cedar and the bear were talking about her inside of Cedar’s head.
“It’s not just the rainwater: I can smell your honey pot, and I bet I could smell it a mile away too,” said Cedar.
“My...honey pot?” asked Talia.
“Oh, you know, this,” said Cedar, running a hand up Talia’s legs to her thighs, and then, opening her thighs with one hand, pressing two fingers against her slot and pressing into her wet, open entrance carefully. “No hymen? Guess you really do masturbate.” He slipped a single digit in and Talia’s back started to arch.
“Like that, don’t you?” asked Cedar.
“Yeah...it feels really, really good,” said Talia.
“Well, do me a favor, Talia, and make good on your promise of teaching me a lesson,” said Cedar, pulling his finger out and pressing it into his mouth so he could taste Talia’s natural musk.
Talia ran her hands down to the spot between her legs and she started to rub gently, finding the spot that always made her soaking wet in a New York minute, and she gently made small circles with the tip of her finger as Cedar watched, hypnotized by the motions of the enchanting goddess on his bed.
Talia watched as Cedar was enraptured by her masturbation technique. She never would have guessed a big-shot Seattle billionaire like him would be even slightly amused watching a small town girl play with herself: weren’t the men up there a bit, well, kinkier? She smiled to herself: men were all the same.
Cedar got down slowly, keeping eye contact with Talia as he pressed himself between her legs and scooted up, only lowering his eyes when he got to the honey pot.
He licked the paths that Talia had traced with her fingers, so that he was always half a rotation behind, as if they were singing a rou
nd with their body parts. When Talia’s fingers went from her clit to her pussy, his tongue went from her pussy to her clit, and sometimes, he’d reverse the directions entirely, until finally, Talia had her hands behind her head, propping her head up with a pillow while she watched Cedar work his match, as Cedar copied all the motions Talia had made with her fingers, using his tongue to give Talia an experience unlike any she’d had before.
During the silence between Talia and Cedar as Cedar pleasured his woman, Cedar’s bear roared inside of him. The bear wanted release! Cedar hadn’t let the bear out in a while: he’d been planning to for the moon watching ceremony, as the monthly moon watching ceremonies were the traditional time to shift, and like clockwork, the bear wanted to go out for a run. Cedar hushed the bear, promising two runs, and the bear roared: this wasn’t about runs in the woods, this was about mating! Cedar explained to his bear that the time for mating was to come, if the bear would just keep still and not try to rush things. The bear let out a small yelp and waited to see Cedar’s next move.
Cedar’s tongue was hotter, wetter, and broader than Talia had expected, making it perfect for giving oral. At times, Cedar used the tip of his tongue to trace small circles around Talia’s clit, spelling her name, the alphabet, and words in foreign languages and ancient runes to tantalize her and arouse her even more, her wetness spread from her honey pot by his tongue, which was like stirring rod or a swizzle stick.
Soon, Talia was absolutely drenched, and he slipped in another finger...and then, wickedly, another. Three fingers in, and Talia was growing to accommodate even more.
“You ready, babe?” asked Cedar. He felt his cock twitching, antsy and waiting for the opportunity to dive into Talia’s honey pot.
“More than I’ll ever be,” said Talia. “I’m so close, Cedar: take me there.”
“That, I can do,” said Cedar, sliding onto his knees and propping Talia’s hips up with a pillow before placing the bell-end of his cock at Talia’s entrance. “It might hurt a bit, but I’m gonna go gentle, okay?”
