by Leona Bones
“We like you a lot,” continued the other man to her left. “I’m Aaron, by the way.”
“We’ve been thinking,” said the third man tentatively, sticking out his hand. Harper shook it dazedly. “I’m Jack.”
“There’s another option, you know,” said Bran. They were surrounding her, the heat from their skin enveloping her senses. It was intoxicating. Harper felt a rush of wetness seeping between her legs, breath escaping her with a gasp. She couldn’t be getting aroused, not now…
“If you really doubt the truth of your heritage, Harper – there’s a way we can show you.” Bran was so close to her neck now, his breath hot against her flushed skin as he snaked his arms around her waist. Breath hitching, her cheeks burned red as her pussy throbbed. Was she really going to go through with this?
At the same time, Jack reached around to move his strong hands down her shaking arms, his yellow eyes boring deep into her own.
“Let us awaken your beast, Harper. Let us show you what you really are.”
Harper tried to find the words to speak as she felt the wandering hands of men and bear all over her. Every cell was on high alert, tingling with desire and need at their touch. The “beast”, they’d said. Only now did she realize what they’d meant. She was a werebear, deep inside. Same as her father. Same as them. A driving passion burned within her, and it was not only her bear that needed attention after so long asleep, but her as well.
Harper was no stranger to sex, but three men at once? She’d never been quite so adventurous, except in her midnight fantasies. Now it looked like it was going to happen, and with such gorgeous specimens, Harper was sure she had to have been dreaming. Somehow the news of werebears hadn’t frightened her. Any rational woman would be scared and confused that there existed men (and women, she reminded herself) that could turn into bears. But being around these men had awakened something within her, and it was a realization of a feeling she’d never put name to. She was a werebear, and tonight she would mate with all three of them at once.
A lusty growl escaping her throat, she leaned her head back, sinking deeper into Bran’s embrace as he lowered his lips to her neck, nibbling and suckling at the tender skin there. A sharp gasp later, she was seeing stars as his practiced lips teased her in all the right places. They’d barely touched her, and already she felt positively on fire. The throbbing in her core would not be able to wait long.
On second thought, neither would her bear.
All three of them now had joined her in earnest, hands and mouths roaming to and fro so fast she closed her eyes and forgot who was who. A symphony of sensation racked her very being, and Harper was just along for the ride. She felt like putty in their arms, ready to mold and melt under their every touch, their every whim. Mewling whimpers rang out with wild abandon, and when a hot, needy mouth closed over hers, she almost came then and there.
The lips were both tender and urgent at the same time, stoking the flame in her core and causing her to nearly sob with need. Oh, if they only knew what they were doing to her. His tongue pressed for entrance at her lips and she swiped her tongue back at him, the dancing of their flesh setting off new chain reactions of pleasure that danced all the way down her spine. Their lips and tongues fought for dominance in a sensual dance for the ages, and as they devoured one another, hands began undoing the buttons on her shirt.
Oh, so this was really happening, then.
Taking a hand, she ripped the fragile cloth away herself, exposing herself to the cool air. Sharp intakes of breath filled the air as her perky breasts and sumptuous curves were on full display. Yeah, let them get a load of that.
Within seconds, hands had descending upon her full breasts, squeezing and kneading them gently at first. “God, you have such nice breasts. The perfect size.”
Harper’s nipples stiffened in the cave air, and the fire near them was doing nothing to quench the shivers down her spine. She needed them fast. She needed them now. Fingers felt over her peaks at the same time as another hand gripped her buttocks. Harper squeaked, backing up into the hand. Yes, more.
“You’ll get what you came for, little bear. Just you wait.”
A thrill of excitement and recognition flowed through her as her ears processed the words. They’d called her a bear. The feeling was almost enough to send her over the edge, and the clawing feeling at her chest was nearly too much to bear. It wouldn’t be long before her bear demanded release. She only hoped she could take them all first.
With a flourish, her bottoms were pulled away, and there she was, nude amongst three werebears. She’d always been a bit self-conscious about her curves, and human men had never seemed to give them much attention. But these men…these bears…were something else entirely.
“Bears love a good healthy female. Your curves are perfect…perfect for cubs, too.”
Harper’s heart skipped a beat. Cubs? Her mind flitted through the possibilities as quickly as possible. Cubs? If she was truly a werebear, and so were they, that meant…if she ever had children, they’d likely be cubs too. The thought warmed her heart, and she felt a deep instinct wanting to give herself over to them right then. She’d heard of mother’s instincts, but this was nuts.
Her core still on fire, she moaned in joy as her most private parts were exposed to the air. The gentle breeze did a slow, tantalizing dance against her clit, making her tense and release before anyone had even started touching her.
“Please,” Harper gasped between kisses and touches and grabbing. Her hands were busy as well, reveling in the feeling of the naked bodies against her skin, feeling the heat of aroused flesh, and sating the carnal desires that had been inside her for so long. She was a bear, an animal, and she was going to fuck like one too.
“Please, I need you inside of me. All of you. I can’t take it anymore, I – “ Before she could finish, Harper felt the dripping head of a hot, throbbing cock at the entrance to her pouty lips.
“Not yet, pretty little bear.”
Melting a little more, she gave it a tentative lick at the base, treating him like her own personal ice cream cone. Delicious. He had a manly, musky smell and the taste was something else altogether. And she could not deny the way her thighs clenched when she felt that hard cock tense in her mouth and its owner groan with pleasure.
“Damn, Harper, we should have come to get you sooner.” Jack’s hands wove through her hair as she took him deeper, opening her mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his considerable girth. He was the largest man she’d ever blown, but boy was she loving it. Harper relished the feeling of her mouth being so full of cock, nearly suffocating on it, and she knew that soon she’d be full of cock in more delicious ways, as well…
With the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat, she moaned, letting him in a little deeper. This caused quite the reaction from Jack, a guttural growl emerging as he pushed himself into her. “Fuck, Harper, fuck…” he painted breathlessly as she continued to suck up and down his length, using his cock as her playtoy. With a final thrust and a groan, he shoved himself down her throat, her eyes wide and watering as his hot, creamy seed spewed forth. Smiling, Harper swallowed the lot, staring up at him with lustful eyes. This was only the beginning.
While she had been having fun with Jack’s cock in her mouth, Bran had been searching out another prize: her sweet, dripping pussy. His head was low now, his breath hot on her most sensitive areas. Oh God, he was going to…
But it didn’t come. Bran’s tongue and teeth lashed out and nipped at every available area. He roamed up and down her thighs, burying his nose in the curls covering her mound, and licking deliberately around her labia, taking care not to actually lick the one area she needed pleased most.
Harper felt weak in the knees, feeling as if she would fall over under the weight of all the sensations overcoming her. The cave was too hot, there were too many hands and mouths and cocks…but at the same time, not enough. Never enough.
As Bran continued his torturous desc
ent, she felt another growl rising in her throat. This time she didn’t hold back. Letting out a full roar, she grabbed Bran by the hair, shoving him deeper into her pussy, demanding that she be pleased. Her bear was hungry, and so was she. They weren’t the only ones that could call the shots around here.
Bran’s eyes widened in surprise as she took hold of him, but after the initial shock he seemed more into it than ever before. Jack held her up, hands digging into her breasts as Bran launched an unparalleled assault on her clit. Harper bucked and bellowed like a banshee. His tongue lapped at her like a musician expertly plays an instrument, and it was as if switches all over her body were being turned to on, on, on. The throbbing went deeper than just through her pussy now. It was spreading out in all directions, seeping down to her toes and up to the top of her head.
She felt drunk, floating in an ocean of pain and pleasure and need as he lapped at her bud once, twice, thrice more. When he gathered the sensitive flesh in his mouth and sucked, Harper came undone. The universe shattered around her, each little fragment shining and tingling with joy as her cells sang in triumph. She felt a victorious roaring deep within her chest, telling her it was almost time. Could she really shift?
But there was no time for relaxing. Before the aftershocks were even gone and Harper had floated back down to reality, there was one cock in her hand and one pressing against the swollen, throbbing flesh of her pussy. She looked at them, wide-eyed and hoping. Her bear wanted it, and so did she. “Take me,” she said simply, with such conviction there could be no denying it.
That was all the encouragement Bran needed, and with a single heated push, his huge cock speared her folds as she cried out in joy. She’d only just begun to come down from her own orgasm, and here was a new and more interesting sensation to drive her up the wall all over again.
Bran was large. Almost uncomfortably so. It took Harper a moment to stop her world from spinning and adjust to the huge cock now inside of her. Of course they’d all have huge cocks, she chuckled to herself. If this was all a dream, Harper thought wearily to herself, it might as well be a good one. After a moment, she began to relish the feeling of him inside of her. It no longer felt like a foreign intruder. It almost felt like…home.
She’d never felt so filled before, and after taking a man like Bran, she wasn’t sure she could be satisfied with a human man again. Werebears were known to be fierce lovers, and these three were no exception.
The cock in her hand tensed in response to her ministrations, bringing her out of her reverie for just enough time to give him the focus he needed. As she began to stroke Aaron’s growing cock, Bran pulled out devastatingly slowly, before ramming himself back into her. Jack held her steady as her pussy clenched around him. They were only beginning and she already felt like she wouldn’t be able to walk after all of this was over. Between steadily pumping at Aaron with her hands and riding Bran’s massive cock, her world was reduced to just her and them, a curvy wanton woman such as herself and three devilishly sexy werebears.
Just when she was getting up a good rhythm, she felt Aaron withdraw, a slight frown crossing her face until Bran began thrusting again, lowering her slowly into the dirt of the cave so she could ride him.
Harper couldn’t help but be a little self-conscious – she’d always been a little skeptical about being on top, a little shy about her size. But the way Bran was looking at her, she almost didn’t care anymore. He looked…happy. What’s more, he looked…ravenous – as if drinking in her curves was the best thing in the world.
Relaxing a little, she eased down onto him, feeling his cock press into her so deeply she thought she would burst. Letting out a mewling growl of pleasure and resignation, she lifted herself up just a little, and then slid back down his throbbing shaft, loving every moment of delicious friction it brought her. She wasn’t alone for long, however.
With a surprised squeak, she suddenly felt a warm, wet hand caressing somewhere she’d never been touched before – her tight little asshole. Thoughts and resignations flew through her mind in a second – he wasn’t going to put it there, was he? Would it even fit? But another part within her, the beast within her, rumbled with approval and anticipation, knowing that she needed this become whole again. All three of them. At once.
But where would the third cock go?
“You have a lovely mouth, you know,” said Aaron, maneuvering to stand right at eye level, his cock pressing upward like a stone monument. All the while, she was grinding on Bran’s cock, teasing out every little grunt and curse she could from him as he filled her every crevice. Every sensitive spot, he could hit it. Harper experimented and adjusted, rocking back and forth, up and down, throwing her head back with abandon as she used him for her pleasure.
“Don’t get too lost, little bear,” growled Aaron, gently tilting her head towards his rock-solid cock. “You’ve got two other bears to please as well.”
With a wordless nod and a deep breath, Harper wiggled with pure joy, slipping her lips around Aaron’s cock without complaint. So many men…so many feelings. Her bear was in its element, happy around these men. And she was having the time of her life. Who could have known that receiving the deed to an old hunting cabin could have such secrets in store?
Her heart ached that she’d never been able to talk about this with her father. Why hadn’t he ever told her? Why had he been so secretive all those years? But those feelings would have to wait for another day. For now, she was fucking and sucking three of the hottest werebear men she’d ever laid eyes on, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her ass sufficiently lubed up, she felt the tip of Jack’s cock probing at her entrance. Tensing up automatically, Jack soothed her with a calming hand on her back.
“It’s okay, Harper. Just relax. Relax for me, baby.”
Exhaling a long breath, Harper relaxed every muscle she could. With a first firm push, pop! He was inside her. A moan rose from her throat as she felt her holes stretching to meet both cocks at once, but it was cut off by the cock currently in her mouth. Remembering her duty, she continued to suck, moving her lips up and down Aaron, giving him the blowjob of his life even as she was being penetrated by two of the largest cocks she’d ever seen.
With a slow, agonizing process, Jack slid into her ass. Everything seemed still, and Harper felt dizzy under the immense pressure. She even stopped sucking Jack off for a moment, taking this time to really relish the feeling of three cocks at once. She’d never known she could feel so full.
Slowly, finally, Bran and Jack began to thrust in and out of her in turn. Bran would pull out as Jack pressed in, and they soon worked up a rhythm that felt like a piston was her fucking each of her holes, and god it felt so right. Harper’s pussy clenched around Bran even tighter, her clit begging for attention as she felt the intense sensations wash over her over and over like waves on a beach. She may have just come, but it wouldn’t be long now. With this kind of stimulation, it would be impossible for her to hold up more than a few more minutes.
Turning her attention to the cock in her mouth instead, she took it deeper, trying to drown out the wanton screams of pleasure and lust as two cocks pumped in and out of her. Aaron was just as pleased, burying his hands in her hair and throwing his head back in a strained hiss. “God, Harper, you feel so bloody good.”
“You’re so fucking hot,” echoed Bran, thrusting into her sore pussy from below.
“You fuck like a bear,” quipped Jack, grabbing her ass and squeezing it tightly as he plunged deep into her.
Like a bear…the words rang hazily through Harper’s mind. There could be no doubt anymore. She was a bear. She had been all along, just waiting for the right person to awaken that part of herself. Or persons…as the case may be. Three very sexy persons.
As Jack and Bran’s breathing became labored and their thrusts more erratic, so did Harper’s, her body crashing into theirs again and again as she rode both their cocks and sucked Aaron like there was no tomorrow. Her release was
coming, like a roller coaster reaching its zenith. What goes up must come down, and she was about to come down hard. She was just afraid she might not be able to control her bear when she did.
With a hearty growl, Bran was the first to come, spurting his seed deep inside her womb as she clenched around him and took it all. Aaron was not far behind as jets of creamy cum coated her mouth and throat. Harper hungrily drank it down until finally with a strangled roar, Jack released his load into her ass, filling her completely. She felt so covered and filled with cum from all three of these bears, and now it was time for her own release.
Something was building in her chest, and it would not be silenced. With a primal roar, she felt her skin splinter as her orgasm racked her. Harper wailed and flailed, looking at her hands in horror as they mutated and became furry claws. All three men had withdrawn at this point, and were looking upon her with a sort of perverse pride. It felt like her bones were breaking, she was moving and shaking and transforming. Eyes blinked open to a bear’s view of the world, colors saturated and vibrant beyond belief. She fell down on all fours, eyes frantically watching the men standing around her as fur sprouted everywhere and her face elongated into a snout. Sharp teeth made for tearing grew in place of her canines, and with calm, vibrating triumph across her whole body, it was over.
