by Lauren Wood
“Maybe…a little,” Mik grumbled. Trish could feel his warmth in her palm.
“I just need some relief, Mik… Nothing more and no less,” Trish said warmly.
“Well… Maybe I could make a small exception just this once…” Mik replied, reaching down to gasp his steadily rising loincloth for a moment.
“That’s a good boy. Just come around the front and I’ll let you in. I’m sure you’ll know what to do from there.”
The tall, dark male strode into Trish’s bedroom with the confidence of a thousand men. He didn’t bother trying to hide his thick, bobbing cock as it barely kept its tip hidden behind the light fabric of the loin cloth. Trish grinned, sprawled out on the bed and beckoning to Mik with a finger. Hint of a grin on his face, he came nearer, but stopped just before he reached the side of her bed.
“D-dammit…” Mik stuttered as he bit down on his bottom lip and Trish crawled across the bed to him.
“What is it, honey…?” she asked as she looked up at Mik, lightly tapping the tip of his extended prick—right on the wet spot forming on the loincloth from the pre-cum.
“I know that I shouldn’t be doing this, but… I can’t…” Mik groaned as Trish wrapped her large, soft hand around his shaft and slowly moved it up and down his throbbing length. Forcing the words through his grit teeth, he went on to say, “I c-can’t… Stop myself… You sm-smell so damned good…” Trish looked up at him with a confident smirk, squeezing his manhood firmer, but keeping the tip hidden still. “Not quite as good as a male smells, but… Maybe trying new things…”
“Ha-ha… It sounds like I turned you into a real chatterbox, huh?” Trish asked as she licked her lips, feeling her heaving chest steadily rising and falling with each slow breath.
It was hard to see the soft redness on both of Mik’s cheeks, but Trish could tell the warrior was blushing. Just knowing how much power she held over him by controlling his lust was enough to get her gushing, but she could hardly keep away from the man herself. Every part of her was hyper sensitive—begging to be touched and caressed, but she wanted more still. There was something else she wanted. A toy.
Mik opened his mouth to speak, but Trish stole the words away from him as she tore the loincloth away with her teeth and took his cock head into her lips. “Ah… Mm…” Mik stood on wobbling legs, curling and uncurling his fists repeatedly as he gently rocked back and forth. Trish hummed around his head, pleased, but pulled it out to leave a thin line of pre-cum from her lips to the tip. The warrior looked down, panting at his seductress and she merely grinned up at him, licking his taste off her lips.
“I don’t know what’s come over me, ma’am,” Mik started to say as he lightly panted. “I’m not usually so… It’s just… It feels so damned good… What did you do?” Trish shrugged, twisting her hand around Mik’s shaft again and again while her other hand reached for his plump, shaven sack.
“These feel pretty full. Are you sure it’s entirely my doing?” Trish let his balls roll atop her palm a little before she grasped them a little more firmly, squeezing just enough to earn a gasp out of Mik.
“I w-wouldn’t be surprised by it…” Mik’s eyes couldn’t focus anywhere—not even on Trish. Watching her was enough to push him closer to the edge, so he closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting his mouth hang open as hot pants escaped it.
Trish poked her tongue out of her lips and used it to round Mik’s cock’s crown slowly before inviting his head into her mouth again. She suckled lightly at first, using her tongue to guide his throbbing manhood into her mouth, inch by inch, as he groaned and grunted in pleasure. Fed up with not being able to hold something, Mik planted both of his hands on the back of Trish’s head. He ran his fingers through her thick, dark hair and murmured something Trish couldn’t quite hear underneath his breath.
As Trish got into a steady rhythm, letting her tightly enclosed lips replace her hands, she closed her eyes and imagined what his meaty cock would feel like inside of her. He felt good in her mouth—too good from how she pulsed and tensed while sucking him, but she couldn’t help but wonder even though she knew it was forbidden. What’s the worst that could happen? She thought as she pushed her lips all the way down to Mik’s pubic hair, effectively deep-throating the warrior and holding herself there.
“Oh…! Ohhhh! Oh my fucking…! That’s so good…!” bellowed Mik from above, grasping the hair at the back of Trish’s head tightly and thrusting his hips forward as if it’d get more of himself down her throat. “Sh-shit…” Mik said in a hot breath as Trish pried her lips off of him and let his length settle against her face.
His cock dribbled pre-cum onto her cheek as she looked up at him with a smile and when she raised a hand to stroke him against her face, he tensed up. “Fucking thought I was going to blow it right then and there…” Mik managed to force out, still heavily panting.
“Mmm…” Trish hummed, dragging her tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling every pulse and throb on the way back to his head. “I’m glad you didn’t, babe.” Trish flashed Mik a devilish smile, reaching up to caress one half of his muscular chest and then the other. “I’ll admit it. When I was down there, I couldn’t stop thinking about having this big thing inside of me.”
Trish could tell she’d made the warrior blush again, although, he tried to keep a stoic expression as he crossed his arms. “R-really?” He cleared his throat. “I mean, I’m sure that I can continue to assist you if that’s what you really want, ma’am…”
“Oh, you’ll be doing more than just assisting me,” Trish said just before planting a small kiss on the tip of Mik’s cock.
Mik shuddered and asked, “Wh-what do you mean…?”
Trish threw her hair back and wiped Mik’s pre-cum off of her lips before flashing him a grin. “You’ll see…” she said as she turned around and put all of her weight on her forearms, which rested atop a few soft pillows.
Mik stood in awe as Trish raised her backside to him and spread her legs apart, letting him see up Trish’s grass skirt nothing underneath. Trish’s glistening snatch was clearly visible despite her dark skin and Mik couldn’t stop licking his lips. If he’d been left alone, he would’ve climaxed instantly from his hand working his shaft and the visual stimulation alone.
“Get the picture yet?” Trish asked in a teasing voice as she shook her backside a little. The beast inside of Trish surged with her sexually charged energy. She didn’t just need to mate anymore—she had to. It was the only thing that would finally calm her mind and settle the stirring at her core. Mik’s seed would surely be enough to pleasure her hot, aching need.
Mik tried again and again to come up with a worthy response, and yet nothing but beastial grunts came out. It seemed that Trish wasn’t the only one feeling their bear starting to take over, but then again, neither of them were doing anything to stop it. If there was anything they could do to stop it to begin with.
Both hands trembling and cock flexing, Mik came closer to Trish and grasped himself firmly at the base. Despite himself, he hesitated while trying to align his tip to her warm, flowing entrance and instead ground his tip up and down her vulva. Trish let out a soft moan in response, which only grew louder as Mik kept grinding harder and harder, making Trish’s pulsing clit firmly stand out against Mik’s slick shaft. “Mmm…” Trish hummed, backing herself into Mik in time with his thrusts against her. “Fuck, babe… Is this payback for earlier?” she asked in a playful voice, but the underlying lust made her tone sound deeper.
Mik took hold of Trish’s wide hips, holding onto her as he went a little faster, squirting pre-cum and feeling Trish’s wetness coat his cock more and more. “I’m s-sorry… It’s just… I… Er…” Mik tried to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat right as he pulled his hips back. Sensing her opportunity, she positioned herself in such a way that when Mik threw his hips forward again, he’d end up penetrating her.
Trish’s eyes widened as she felt his tip push into her entrance and
she let out an even louder moan, her slit sending a faint wave of pleasure throughout her body. “Yeah, baby…. I want you to breed me…” Shit, if someone hears me we might get caught. I don’t want the poor lug getting into trouble. Her eyes slowly closed as she leaned down and bit down on the pillow, trying to keep quiet just in case someone happened to walk past.
“If… If that’s what you request,” Mik grumbled as he inched more of himself into Trish’s tight walls. She gripped him tightly, almost as if she was pulling him in with her womanhood as she backed up to him, her ass meeting his hips.
“Fuck…! F-f-f-fuuuuck…!” Trish’s muffled moans were hardly concealed by the pillow and by the time Mik had managed to get his entirety inside of her, she was squirming beneath him. “Ugh… Fuck…! Mik, you’re so fucking huge!” Trish managed to say as she pried her teeth out of the pillow for a second only to go back to biting it the next.
“Should I be saying sorry?” Mik asked with a grin as he gave Trish a slap on the ass, making the flab jiggle as she shuddered. “Heh… I always did love my women big,” Mik growled lustfully, pulling his hips back and then slamming them hard against Trish. She could hardly contain the outpour of pleasure filled noises from escaping her throat as Mik quickly got into a rhythm thrusting in and out of her roughly, making the bed creak every other thrust.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Trish repeated again and again, feeling as though she was being stretched to the limit by Mik’s massive, merciless cock. In the heat of the moment, as Mik panted heavily, he pulled his cock out of Trish, leaving her winking sex to drizzle onto his shaft as he ran it against her again.
“Fuck, you’re… Hah… You’re really good…” Mik said as sweat started to form on his brow. “I don’t wanna cum just yet though…” He slowly stroked his hardness against Trish’s swollen lips and clit, which still continued to pulse with pleasure. Even just being against Mik was enough to send delightful tingles down Trish’s spine and made her arch her back for the second she felt Mik’s tip sliding back into her entrance again.
“Ohhhh!” cried Trish as she hugged one of the pillows beneath her and gyrated her hips against Mik. Mik leaned over, laying his chest on Trish’s back as his arms came around to her sides. The beast in him taking over, he raked his teeth, turning into fangs down Trish’s shoulder. “Yes, babe! Take me!” Trish moaned, hardly able to keep up with Mik’s actions as he bit down harder, thrusting faster and faster.
“That’s it, baby… Take my cock…” Mik growled into Trish’s ear, making sure to get the entirety of himself inside of her on every inward thrust. His heavy balls slapped against her and the claws starting from his nails came out to teasingly prod at the outside of Trish’s breast cover.
Mik grunted and groaned, occasionally forcing himself to stop and slow down right when Trish started to feel herself getting closer to her climax. After repeating the stopping process a few times, Mik grit his teeth, tightening his hold around Trish.
The buildup for both of them seemed to be getting closer at the same time. The waves of pleasure overtook Trish and at the height of them, she shut her eyes tightly and shrieked aloud.
“M-Mik… I’m gonna…!”
“Oh… Oh, fuck, Trish…! I’m…!”
Mik couldn’t stop himself from throwing his head back as he let out a feral noise—resembling a bear. Teeth and nails were replaced by fangs and claws by both, but Mik dug his fangs into Trish’s shoulder. Spurt after spurt shot into Trish as she spasmed beneath Mik, her head buried in the pillows as a gush of warm fluids combatted Mik’s seed.
The both of them shared hot and heavy pants. Mik rested atop Trish who’d gone quiet, letting the effects of the afterglow calm her. Her mind was at last calm and at peace. But with the peace, however, Trish realized exactly what her hormones had drove her to do. She’d mated with one of the males in her tribe when she was supposed to be married off not another day away.
Oh my God… What have I done?
“Trishka! Trishka, are you ready now or not?” asked a baritone, male voice from outside the hut’s door.
“Y-yeah… I’ll be there in just a moment, Keldrin. I promise…” Trish replied as she fiddled with the back of her dress, trying to fit it around herself. It was apparent that the dress wasn’t made for one as voluptuous as her, but tradition ruled above all else in the tribe. Should I tell him? The question kept coming up in the back of her mind. Even when she least expected it. What’s the worst that could happen? Was the other thought still looming over her head and at the same time refusing to leave it. She knew what happened the last time she found her own answer, but it was the same reason she’d ended up questioning herself in the first place.
Well, he’s going to be my husband. I should tell him at least, shouldn’t I? She pondered the thought as she checked herself in the mirror. The clean, white dress was a little snug around Trish’s curves, but otherwise it looked dazzling on her. There wasn’t a question in her mind that this would be her wedding night, and yet, something about it seemed wrong to her. Something was off aside from the pregnancy.
Maybe I didn’t even get pregnant off of him… It’s happened before… Trish took a deep breath and looked around the room for anything else to check before going out. Steeling herself, she opened the door and walked through to find Keldin, the older looking, dark skinned man with long grey hair, standing outside impatiently tapping his foot.
“Good God, Trishka! What the Hell were you doing in there for so long?” asked Keldrin with a raised brow and crossed arms.
Trish nervously fiddled with her thumbs. No matter what it was, she always thought that Keldrin knew she was up to something or at the least had an idea. Before she could answer, he cut her off by saying, “Never mind, never mind! We’ve got a wedding to get you to!”
***
It seemed like everyone from both tribes was present. On the right was Trish’s tribe—a few shifted into bears, and to the left was her soon-to-be husband’s tribe all present in their human forms. Trish had heard that things were different in the other tribe. That they didn’t feel as in tune with their animal side—that they thought it was a curse. She could never understand them and their ways as much as she tried to wrap her head around it, but as she walked up the aisle separating the two tribes it was all she could think about. Surely there’s got to be something else we’ve got in common…
Unlike most marriages, this was seen as the highest honor in the tribe. As such, Trish had to walk it alone, but she could feel every set of eyes she’d ever known watching her—cheering for her in this moment. Glancing over, she could see her family nodding approvingly and Keldrin making his way to the stand to wed them just out of view. Trish’s heart sank into her chest as the realization came up again. That she wasn’t just keeping her secret from everyone, but her family as well.
On the way to the end, she kept her head bowed in respect, but once she reached the step beside her groom, she just had to look at him. He pulled the veil off and looked into my eye with his icy blues. For some reason, I wasn’t expecting him to give me such a kind smile. It was the first time I’d met someone of his kind—a short haired, lighter skinned man with a well-kept face and tidy black suit.
“Wow,” I said in a gasp.
“Yes, my love?” he asked in a low tone, making my entire body vibrate with every syllable.
“You’re…not what I expected…” Trish said shyly, trying to look away. There was something about him that made her usual confidence melt away—making her just as shy and bashful as the men she enticed. It was an odd feeling to be on the receiving end for once and Trish didn’t know where to look or how to act—let alone in front of both tribes.
“Oh?” asked the groom as he cupped Trish’s chin with two of his fingers and tilted her head so that their eyes met again. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, love. Are you ready to begin?”
“I… Could I know your name first, at least?” At least this should be out of the way.
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p; “Of course. I’m Heris,” he replied with a patient smile.
“Trishka, but everyone calls me Trish.”
Heris nodded and Keldrin interrupted them both with his booming voice. The ceremony was about to begin, but Trish already found herself saying, “I do.”
A few moons passed and Trish found herself living happily with her new husband Heris. The two of them got along without having to use a lot of words. No matter what she was doing, Heris knew what to say every time he saw her. She never so much as seen him get angry with her, but the opportunity to tell him her darkest secret never seemed to arise.
Looking for a way to tell him or the right words to use started to tear her apart as she sat on the couch beside him or listened to one of the lectures he was going to present to the tribe. To him, above all else, honor and trust were the highest values. This was reflected in everyone’s eyes in Trish’s new tribe, which made her feel as though she had to slink away to the darkest, most hidden corners of the village in order to continue hiding from everyone. Maybe now…? Now…?
The amount Heris intimidated Trish was beyond all of her logical reasoning. The man had never so much as raised his voice at her, but she knew that he had great power. His large build, muscles, and voice could only give her the vaguest idea about where his strength truly lied and how much of it he could hold.
Days turned into weeks of waiting for the right moment, but Trish’s pregnancy was starting to become more apparent. She was sluggish in the mornings and often sick to her stomach from eating her favorite berries. Trish hoped that Heris wouldn’t notice her slightly larger belly since she was already largely built, but the looming feeling of his ever watchful eye still made her tense up around him.
To relieve some of the tension built up over the last month, she shifted into her bear form and decided to go and visit her old tribe. She wasn’t sure if the new scents given to her by the kubeba would override those of the heriks she was born with, but even if it did, she’d only have to greet a few choice people before leaving.
