by Sable Sylvan
“Okay,” said Talia, reaching up to hold Cedar’s hand. He held his hand in hers as he slid in, slowly.
Cedar watched as Talia’s eyes widened. “Too fast?” he asked. “Is it too much, princess?”
“No...it’s just, it feels even bigger in me than I expected,” admitted Talia. “But...it feels good. It feels...really good.” Talia started to scoot down the pillow to take more of Cedar into her but Cedar held her firmly down and onto the pillow.
“Let me go slow, babe,” ordered Cedar. “At least tonight.”
“Alright,” said Talia as Cedar gripped her hand harder and slid in another few inches, filling her up even more. When Talia felt a slapping against her ass, she was confused for a second...before she realized it was the feeling of Cedar’s balls against her plump ass cheeks. Cedar filled her and stayed still, having stopped inching into her, and Talia felt bristles at her entrance. “No way...you got it all the way in?”
“Slow and steady wins the race,” said Cedar, pulling out gently, just a couple of inches, before sliding it back in. “Slow and steady, babe.”
“Holy. Shizz,” said Talia softly. ”This is amazing, Cedar.” The few times she’d tried using insertable sex toys, they’d felt weird inside of her. The texture was all wrong and they were the wrong length. She’d expected a man’s dick to feel the same way, like a dildo or a tampon, dry and gross. What Talia hadn’t expected was Cedar. Cedar’s parts fit inside of her perfectly: his cock was hard and firm, but the skin was velvety smooth, so it was like fucking a suede sock filled with gel...except not disgusting. The curve of Cedar’s bell-shaped cockhead rubbed against her G spot, a space she’d only found on her own a few times by chance, but Cedar’s biology was naturally suited towards her own.
The ridge of Cedar’s upper body rubbed against her clit, over and over, as Cedar rocked back onto the bed gently. Each time, the thrusts became longer and longer, until he was pulling about half way out at a time, and then, they became faster and faster, as Cedar felt his own orgasm growing. Talia’s pussy, twitching on his cock, made it hard for him to hold back, but he kept hard because he had gotten Talia so close to the edge, and wanted to see her get over that hump and crash into him, hard.
“Come for me, Talia,” whispered Cedar, and that dirty talk was all Talia needed. She bucked up, against Cedar, pressing him hard against her G spot, and let loose the floodgates of pleasure, her walls taking Cedar in, as if to whisper secrets to every last inch of his hardness, before pushing it out again...and then, pulling them back in, as if her pussy had a mind of its own, a mind it couldn’t make up.
With one last thrust, Cedar came inside of Talia, and the mark on his chest started to glow: the white drop glowed a pale bright white, almost blue, as the light from within Cedar was filtered through his veins and arteries, giving the pale skin a blue-green tint. The center of the mark, the golden sun, glowed the brightest, letting out a pale yellow color at first. It then shone a brighter gold tone that almost seemed to glimmer and shimmer, but that was just due to the dew-like layer of sweat coating Cedar’s pecs from the heavy lovemaking session. His eyes flashed bright green twice, his excess heat leaving his body through the form of light, and an animalistic roar was let out, a roar that Cedar usually kept under control.
“Holy shizz,” said Talia as Cedar pulled out. She had never seen anything as magical or amazing as Cedar’s mate mark’s light show. “Did...did your mark just glow?”
“Feel that,” said Cedar, pulling Talia’s hand up to his chest. “You feel that, Talia?”
Cedar’s chest was warm, far warmer than any other part of his body. Talia was afraid her hand would burn, so she pulled it away. On her hand was a reddish imprint of the mate mark, as her blood had rushed to the hot parts, expecting to treat a burn. As the heat dissipated, so did the temporary mark on her hand. “Cedar...that’s incredible,” said Talia softly. “I knew things happened with the mate mark during sex...but I never expected that.”
“Neither did I,” said Cedar with all honesty. “But Talia...you know what this means, don’t you?”
“It means you were right,” said Talia. “Or rather...it means we’re right, for one another.”
“That’s right, Talia,” said Cedar, pulling Talia close. “And...this is going to sound crazy, but I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Cedar kissed Talia on the top of the head. “I love you, Talia,” he said to the woman he wanted nothing more than to make his wife.
“I love you too, Cedar,” said Talia, after a minute. It was crazy: if anyone had told her she would fall in love with a man in a single night, she would have told them their joke wasn’t funny, but here she was, in love with a billionaire bear shifter. “I love you too.”
The pair fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms. It seemed like nothing would be able to keep them apart.
Well, they were wrong.
Chapter Seven
The first thing Talia saw the next morning was a bright beam of sunlight streaming in through the window, but that wasn’t the first thing she felt. No, the first thing she felt was something rubbing against her back, something thick and strong and familiar.
“Morning, sunshine,” said Cedar, pulling up close to Talia.
“Hey, Cedar,” said Talia, turning over. Cedar’s morning wood pressed against her belly. “Somebody’s randy this morning.”
“This morning, and every morning for the rest of my life,” said Cedar, pulling Talia up so she was on top of him, only the thin sheets separating the pair. “Don’t tell me you’re too exhausted from last night for a round two?”
“You think we have time for that before my party?” asked Talia.
“Your birthday is today? Well, then let me be the first to tell you, Talia, happy, happy, happy birthday,” said Cedar, giving Talia kisses up her arm, pulling her close with each smooch.
Talia giggled as she fell back onto the bed and Cedar pulled her tight to cuddle...but then, she heard snoring. No frikkin’ way. Cedar had fallen asleep again...but his boner was still pressed against her belly.
That’s when Talia had a wicked idea. She turned Cedar over and removed the sheet, revealing Cedar’s manhood, which was fully erect. She ran her hands over the shaft and then, down to the balls. She cupped a ball in each hand: the balls were heavy, and she could roll them around inside their velvety sacks which were covered with thick shifter.
At first, it was kind of gross...but then, Talia noticed Cedar’s cock twitched as she played with his testes, and that made her have to stifle her giggles. Talia rolled the balls around some more, gently, and then, a bit more firmly, not clenching them but only giving them light squeezes. She watched as Cedar, in his dreams, started to toss and turn a bit.
Talia scooted up: Cedar’s cock was so big, but what was the harm in just giving it a little taste? She rolled the cock in her hands, and then, pressed the tip to her mouth.
Cedar’s tip was already covered in precum, but Talia hadn’t expected the fluid to taste so salty and bleach. She only had to endure the acrid taste for a second before the taste was replaced with the taste of Cedar’s own skin, and Talia took the entire head into her mouth, swirling around it with her tongue, playing with the bowstring on the shaft with the tip of her tongue and watching as it made Cedar twitch.
“Fuck, babe,” said Cedar, pushing his hand down to run his hands through Talia’s hair. “It’s your birthday, not mine...”
“You want me to stop?” asked Talia, rubbing the shaft, popping the head out of her mouth.
“No way,” said Cedar. “But I wanna make you feel good too, babe.”
“You can do me after,” said Talia.
“Or...we could have fun with one another at the same time,” said Cedar, pulling Talia up for a quick kiss before turning her around so that her moistness was over his face. “Sit on my face, Talia.”
“Uh, are you sure that’s safe?” asked Talia.
“Suit yourself,” said Ced
ar, keeping Talia over his head while he licked at her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth faster and harder than he had the night before, before sucking at her clit and enjoying all her juices.
Talia went back to sucking Cedar’s cock, but she wasn’t able to focus on the task. Every one of Cedar’s motions sent her moaning and when she moaned on Cedar’s cock, her mouth felt fuller and uncomfortable, although the moaning sent vibrations through Cedar’s cock, and Cedar was turned on by the fact his fated mate was enjoying his mouth so much.
Talia couldn’t keep herself propped up for long as Cedar was able to turn her legs to jelly quickly. She rolled over, her head towards the end of the bed, and Cedar pulled up, putting his own pillow behind Talia’s head to keep her head elevated, before he went back to savoring every succulent curve of Talia’s inner folds.
“Holy shizz, Cedar, that’s amazing,” said Talia with a moan as Cedar pressed his fingers into her, hard and fast. “Holy heck, it feels awesome.” Cedar had pressed three fingers into her, like the night before, but the increased speed and intensity was driving her close to the edge.
Cedar felt Talia’s folds start to flicker around his fingers and he scooted up and played with her entrance using the tip of his shaft before he plunged in, leaning back so there was space between him and Talia, space that he could put to good use. Cedar rubbed his fingers over Talia’s clit, just using one finger gently to tease around in circles, to drive Talia past the breaking point.
“Talia, let’s see how long it takes for me to make you come,” said Cedar. “Seven hours? Six?”
“More like six seconds,” said Talia, clutching the sheets around her. “This is so intense, Cedar. It feel so good it hurts!” The ball of pleasure that was being wound up inside of her felt good, at first, but the closer she got to her climax, the more difficult it was for her body to contain the pleasure without producing some pain.
“It’s gonna stop hurting soon,” promised Cedar as he pressed around her folds using his fingers, feeling his shaft go in and out of Talia, past her entrance as if it was a revolving door. Cedar swirled his cock around inside of Talia, and that was enough to drive her absolutely insane.
“Oh, Cedar!” moaned Talia as she came. “Cedar, this feels...oh, Cedar!” Cedar closed the gap between them and pressed his chest against hers, his rough mate mark rubbing back and forth over her breasts as he drove his cock into her, over and over, crashing into her to ensure she kept coming for minutes before he let himself have his own release, spilling into Talia before pulling her close on the sheets.
As Cedar came, his mate mark glowed, but this time, it was fainter than it had been the night before. “Why isn’t it as bright?” asked Talia.
“It’s only really supposed to glow brightly the first time we have sex,” explained Cedar. “It’ll do it for a few months, maybe even a few years, and eventually stop...but that doesn’t mean you’ll stop being my fated mate.”
“And it better not mean you’re gonna get any less horny,” teased Talia as she felt Cedar’s shaft, which was still hard. “Round two?”
“You know it, babe,” said Cedar, before rolling back on top of Talia.
***
After a few more quick sessions and a dip in the rainwater tub, Talia was walked back to Grandma Dixon’s house. Walked might not have been the best choice of words: her legs were, as Cedar had promise, quivering jelly, so he carried her in his arms, down the forest hill, past the lawn, out to Talia’s car.
“You sure you’re good to drive?” asked Cedar.
“Of course,” said Talia before giving Cedar a kiss. “And yes, I promise, I’ll call you.”
“Great,” said Cedar as Talia shut the door. Talia took her car into the city streets and he held onto her scent for as long as he could. He had so much to arrange now that he had found his fated mate: he’d have a busy day, but he was going to make plans with Talia to meet up again as soon as she was free. Being away from his fated mate for the first time was hard. The bear inside of him agreed, letting out a sympathetic yelp, and Cedar ran his hands through the bear’s thick fur as he assured the bear that yes, he understood what the bear was saying. He’d always understood.
Talia drove back to her house. The last twenty four hours had been nuts. She never would have thought she’d sleep with someone she met within twenty four hours, but when it came to fated mates, all bets were off. She walked in, hoping her aunts were still asleep, but instead, she was met with the words, “Surprise!”
All three of her aunts were in the kitchen, and there was a table covered with presents in the living room. Aunt Helen was working on a bowl of mashed potatoes for potato pancakes, Aunt Lorraine was working on her famous quiche, and Aunt Bertha was washing their empty dishes.
“Took you long enough to get home,” said Aunt Lorraine. “Happy birthday, honey!”
“I can’t believe you’re already twenty five,” said Aunt Helen, putting down the dishes before bringing Talia in for a hug. “It seems like just yesterday we brought you home from the hospital.”
“I can’t believe you guys actually are throwing me a party,” said Talia. “Who did you invite?”
“Oh, it’s just a small household get together,” said Aunt Helen.
“You should invite that bear shifter friend of yours,” said Aunt Bertha with a wink.
“You can tell us all about him...once you get changed,” said Aunt Lorraine, picking up a big package from the table. “Open it once you take a shower. You must be exhausted after watching the moon all night.” Lorraine gave Talia a knowing wink.
Talia texted Cedar and invited him to the party, giving him her address before she hit the showers. She washed the smell of the forest and of Cedar off and felt fresh and clean for the party. Talia opened up the present and couldn’t help but gasp.
Inside of the box was a party dress, a dress that Talia had admired from the windows of one of the Port Jameson boutiques for a long time. The dress was very expensive, but the layers of pink and blue fabric melded together to form purple tones all over the dress that reminded her of flowers in the springtime. There was no way her aunts had found one in her size: they never made fancy things in her size.
Talia got changed into new undies and then, slipped the dress on. The dress had an elastic waist and slipped on with ease. Talia looked in the mirror: the mid-length dress with its many shimmering tulle layers looked even more beautiful on her than it had on the mannequin. The dress itself looked different, but Talia’s full figure gave the dress the shape it needed to really shimmer and shine. The iridescent fabric almost seemed to glow in the light.
Talia slipped on a pair of white sandals and headed out to the kitchen. “I can’t believe you found one in my size,” said Talia. “It’s amazing. Thank you so much!”
“Found one? Try made one,” said Lorraine. “You know I’m all thumbs, but Helen and Bertha worked on that all month.”
“Oh, stop, I don’t want her feeling guilty,” said Aunt Helen. “But you do look amazing in it, dearie.” She admired her niece: she had those Ackerson curves that gave any outfit some extra oomph.
“Yes, she really does look amazing,” said an unfamiliar voice. Talia turned: there was a woman at the door, and she had let herself in. She looked somewhat familiar, but Talia couldn’t place her at first...but as she took in the tall woman’s gaunt figure and fancy designer pant suit, the woman’s dark hair in a bun as tight as her shoes were laced, Talia realized where she’d seen the woman’s high cheekbones and dark lips before.
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Chapter Eight
“Are you...my Aunt Martha?” asked Talia softly.
“Martha, what are you doing here?” asked Helen, pulling Talia close behind her.
“You have some nerve showing up here, twenty five years later,” said Bertha, coming out of the kitchen, a wet rolling pin in hand.
“I know. And that’s why I came with a peace offering,” said Martha. She was holding a white box in her hands, wi
th a lime green bow on top. “I made a cake for Talia, for her birthday. I used our mom’s old recipe.”
Martha walked in and put the cake down on the table and opened the lid up. “See? Just like Mom used to make, at least, for me,” said Martha, opening the box. Inside, there was a cake, already cut into pieces. There were six pieces, and one piece had a bright pink rose on it. “There’s a special piece, for the birthday girl.”
Martha looked at Talia, from head to toe. “You look just like your mother,” said Martha. “It’s like she’s still here.”
Talia heard a ring at the door and pulled away from Martha, who gave her the willies. She opened the door: outside was Cedar, and he was holding a small present on top of an aluminum tray. It was a white package, entirely wrapped in tissue paper, with a small blue bow hand tied on top. “Cedar! I can’t believe you made it,” said Talia, pulling Cedar in close for a hug that was chaste, even though she was yearning to kiss him. “Aunt Lorraine, Helen, Bertha...you remember Cedar.”
“You didn’t have her home at a reasonable hour,” said Bertha, arms crossed. “You better have one heck of an explanation.”
“Of course I do, but I’ll get to that story later,” said Cedar with a smile. “I wasn’t sure what to bring for the party, so I brought a tray of my smoked salmon.”
“You telling me that’s a tray of Grandma Dixon’s smoked salmon?” said Bertha, putting her arms down. “Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place? Come on in! I swear, if you offer enough smoked salmon, I might just sell Talia to you.”
“Aunt Bertha, wow, really?” said Talia, blushing.
“Talia, have you had my grandma’s smoked salmon?” asked Cedar. “It wins first place at the county fair, every year.”
“Yes, let’s all dig into some food,” said Martha stiffly. Her voice was almost robotic.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners?” said Cedar, forcing himself to be polite to the strange woman. Both the man and the bear were suspicious: the woman just didn’t smell right. She smelled strongly of artificial pomegranates, a scent that Cedar associated with cheap harlots and cheaper hotels. “My name is Cedar.”
