So Much To Bear (A Werebear Erotic Romance)

by Bethany Rousseau

  He finally managed to unbutton her shirt and tugged it away from her body, lifting her up with preternatural strength off of the bed and throwing the fabric away from him as if it was offensive. He sighed at the sight of her full, heavy breasts, covered barely by the thin fabric of her bra, and chuckled softly. “I forgot that regular humans wear a lot more clothes,” he said, bringing his lips back to hers for a lingering kiss that once more left Jennifer almost breathless. Damon lifted her up once more, his fingers fumbling at her back to find the clasp of her bra. Jennifer broke away from his lips with a laugh, sitting up and reaching around to do the important task for him. She guided the fabric away from her skin, letting her lush breasts fall heavily, and Damon breathed in sharply, his eyes widening.

  He pressed her back down against the bed, burying his face against her breasts, nuzzling as he had her neck and making a sound like a rumbling purr. He moved his lips against her skin until he came to one of her nipples, taking it into his mouth and sucking hungrily, his tongue rough against the sensitive skin. Jennifer cried out with pleasure, arching into the hot, sharp sensation his mouth caused, her fingers threading in his hair, her body beginning to move underneath him seemingly of its own will. “Oh—oh Damon—yes… yes, please…” Damon switched from one nipple to the other, forcing mewling, moaning cries out of Jennifer’s throat seemingly against her will as her body arched and twisted underneath him. She lost track of how long he worshipped her breasts, lavishing attention on each one in turn, switching from one nipple to the other and letting his tongue dart down all along the sensitive underside, lapping at her skin until she found herself getting wetter and wetter by the moment. Jennifer’s inner walls tightened and flexed, her whole body ready and more than willing for more—practically crying out for more than Damon was giving her.

  Damon broke away from her abruptly, and in spite of her desire for more, Jennifer cried out, grabbing at his face, bereft of the contact that had felt so good. “I’m sorry,” Damon said, panting slightly. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman—I can’t keep myself under control.” Jennifer shook her head.

  “Don’t you even think of holding back. If you stop I swear to god I will do my best to kill you.” Damon laughed, bringing his face up to hers and kissing her lightly on the lips.

  “Spoken like a bear in heat,” he murmured lowly, rubbing his nose playfully against hers. Breathing heavily, Jennifer could smell the thick scent of their passion—a heavy musk that filled her nose, that had to be something like pheromones coming from Damon. It was oddly pleasing, the deep earthy smell mingled with a lemony scent she couldn’t quite identify. “I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to,” Damon said, his lips shifting down to her throat once more. He nipped and nibbled at her throat, working his way downward teasingly slowly—unbearably slowly. Jennifer whimpered and moaned, writhing underneath him, feeling her pussy flooding with desire. She could also feel the ridge of Damon’s hard cock pressing against her through the fabric of his jeans, hot and heavy—giving her a subtle portent of what was to come. She realized with a flash that she had no idea of what kind of endowment a bear—much less a werebear—might have.

  Damon lingered at her breasts for only a few moments before he shifted down to her abdomen, moving along her ticklish skin as his hands found the zipper of her skirt, tugging it inexpertly down. He hooked his fingers in the fabric and pulled it over her hips, almost tearing it in his urgency. Jennifer gasped as she felt the hot-and-cool air of the cave brushing against her inner thighs, as Damon parted her legs, his lips lingering at the crest of her hips. Damon let out a low, guttural moan, pressing his forehead against her skin, panting softly. “God, you smell so good,” he told her, his voice harsh with desire. “I have to have you—all of you, Jennifer. Please?” He looked up at her, his brilliant eyes glimmering with desperate need.

  “Yes—oh fuck, Damon—everything you want. Anything you want.” Damon pulled her panties down over her hips quickly, barely getting them down to her calves before he spread her legs even wider, splaying them out and pinning them down onto the bed. His fingers danced along the slick folds of her pussy, testing and exploring lightly for a moment, making Jennifer squirm with the need for more—it wasn’t just a desire; she felt as though she might actually die if Damon didn’t give her more. Damon parted her labia, his hot breath caressing her inner folds for an unbearably long moment before he buried his face against her. Jennifer cried out in pleasure as his rough tongue lapped along her inner labia, flicking just slightly against her clit before he moved back down to her wet slit, sucking her slick folds between his lips as if he wanted to devour her. The tip of his tongue probed her gently, sliding and slipping, the sounds of his worship making slurping, wet noises that filled her ears along with Jennifer’s own moans and the low, throaty growls of pleasure that rumbled up from Damon’s throat.

  He worked his way up to her clit slowly, seeming to want to swallow her whole, to lap up every trace of fluid that gushed from her pussy while Jennifer writhed. As his tongue flickered against her pleasure center, rough and smooth all at once, Jennifer almost screamed with pleasure, hot and cold crackles of electric sensation shooting through her body, out to her fingertips and toes. Damon’s strong arms held her pinned to the bed even as her hips tried to buck, her body instinctively struggling for more, better contact. Words left her lips with no meaning as her body got hotter and hotter, her pussy tightening convulsively, every muscle tensing and relaxing as Jennifer got closer and closer to orgasm. She had never felt so good in her entire life—never had she been with a partner who had made her feel the way that Damon was making her feel. She grabbed at the blankets, at Damon’s hair, at his shoulders, trying to hold back, to prolong the sensations that were coursing through her. She wanted the pleasure to never end—she wanted the relief of climax more than anything that she could have ever imagined.

  After moments that felt like an eternity, her ability to choose was ripped away from her and Jennifer found herself crying out over and over again, moaning Damon’s name helplessly as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her, racking her from head to toe, wringing out every pleasurable sensation her nervous system seemed capable of feeling. It was sensation so intense, so keen, that it might have almost been painful, as Damon continued to worship her, sucking and licking, his tongue moving so fast against her clit that she couldn’t even keep track of what he was doing, only feel the powerful pull of the orgasm he had unleashed inside of her.

  Everything faded to black for a while, and Jennifer hung in a deeply satisfying haze of pleasure, feeling it flood through her body, warming her up from the inside in a way that the fire in the hearth simply couldn’t. As she came back to herself, she felt Damon’s hands wandering over her body slowly, soothing and teasing her at the same time, caressing her arms, legs, waist, and breasts—until she opened her eyes to look at him, staring down at her naked body with unabashed admiration. “You are so beautiful,” Damon said, his voice a low rumble in her ears. Jennifer blushed. She knew that she wasn’t ugly—she knew that she was good enough to look at; but she couldn’t remember anyone she had ever been with convincingly telling her that she was actually beautiful.

  “You… you’re gorgeous too,” she stammered, almost too satisfied and abashed by the compliment to speak. Damon’s fingertips dragged along her inner thighs, and Jennifer felt a rush of renewed lust. She reached down and tugged at the waistband of his jeans impatiently. “You’d be even hotter if you were naked too, though,” she said with a little smile. Damon chuckled and sat up, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his pants. Jennifer remembered the hot, hard ridge of his erection pressing against her—and as Damon pushed his jeans down over his hips, she gasped. Even feeling him straining at the confines of his clothing hadn’t prepared her for the size of him. Damon’s cock sprung free of his jeans, full and thick, longer than Jennifer expected, flushed almost purple from the height of his arousal and shining with precum. Jennifer’s mouth op
ened and then closed, as she tried to absorb the sight of Damon’s endowment; as she tried to imagine it inside of her. “Wow,” she said, her mouth opening and closing again. She tore her gaze away from his cock to look up into his eyes. “Uh… It’s sort of… it’s been a while for me, too… though probably not as long as it has been for you…” Damon smiled slightly, kicking his jeans down off of his legs and covering her body with his own.

  “I will take it slow,” Damon told her, his hands caressing and teasing her once more. “I told you, Jennifer: I will never hurt you.” He shifted his hips down between her legs, and Jennifer trembled with a mixture of desire and apprehension as Damon’s hot, hard cock brushed against her slick labia, tantalizingly close to where she knew—in spite of her concerns at its size—she wanted it. Damon rocked his hips against hers slowly, rubbing up and down along her folds, the tip of his cock pressing against her clit and sending hot and cold tingles of sensation shooting through her.

  “Oh, oh Damon…” Jennifer gasped and licked her lips, wrapping her arms firmly around his muscular shoulders, clinging to him as she felt the tension building up inside of her. Any sense of apprehension dissolved in her sudden need to feel him entering her, to feel his body pressing against hers. “Please, Damon,” she said with a moan, twisting her hips to try and force the penetration. Damon chuckled again, nipping and nibbling along the column of her throat as he guided himself up against her soaking wet slit. He thrust into her slowly, pushing past the initial feeble resistance of her body, filling her up by degrees. Jennifer felt her inner walls yielding to the thick, hard intrusion of his cock as moan after moan left her lips; her legs coiled around his waist tightly while her hips pushed down against his thrust as if with a mind of their own.

  Damon came to a stop when his hips were pressed flush to hers, his cock fully inside of her, throbbing and twitching slightly. For a moment they were both still, panting, sweat from each of their bodies mingling together as they savored the closeness between them. And then—right when Jennifer thought she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer—Damon began to move, thrusting his hips in a tidal rhythm that Jennifer’s body couldn’t resist. She moved in counterpoint to his shifting body, pushing herself down onto him, taking him deeper and deeper.

  She wanted him to go faster—but she loved the friction that built up between them at the slow, steady pace he had set. Words tumbled from her lips without meaning: praise, compliments, encouragement as Damon gradually picked up his pace, filling her up over and over again, plunging deep inside of her and brushing along her inner walls until the tip of his cock pressed right up against her pleasure center. Jennifer cried out, her fingernails digging into his skin, her body twisting underneath him in a spasm of sensation so intense she couldn’t help reacting to it. They began to both move faster, writhing and pushing, pulling back and thrusting their hips against each other in unison as they both came closer and closer to climax.

  Damon let out a low, throaty growl as he thrust into her hard and fast, his cock beginning to twitch erratically inside of her. Jennifer felt the tension deep down in her hips mounting and heard the whimpering moans that left her throat; her whole body tingled with cold and hot flashes of pleasure as she writhed underneath him. “God—Damon, oh Damon, you feel—fuck, you feel so good…” she cried out, as the tension deep inside of her snapped, the knot-like feeling down somewhere between her hips unraveling in an abrupt shift as the first wave of her orgasm rocked her. Damon’s climax came within a heartbeat of hers, and Jennifer was barely aware of the feeling of his heat flooding into her as his cock twitched and jerked, rubbing against her g-spot relentlessly. They continued to move until they were both spent, falling against the bed in a shuddering heap together, soaked in sweat and panting for breath.

  Chapter Five

  The next morning, Jennifer woke with the feeling of soreness in her hips, her pussy feeling just slightly tender from the thickness of Damon’s cock. She smiled to herself sadly in the morning light, able to feel the movement of Damon’s chest against her back as he continued to breathe deeply. She wanted more—she hadn’t been able to quite resist the temptation of one more time with the werebear before she had fallen into an exhausted sleep in his arms. There had been little more to say to each other; they had simply let their hands wander all over each other, their lips and tongues tasting and exploring as much of each other’s bodies as they could reach wordlessly. Damon brought her to climax again and again, taking his own satisfaction from her body at the same time. It had been too intimidating for Jennifer to contemplate taking his cock in her mouth; but the flicker of a thought of what it would be like to taste his pleasure gushing across her tongue, had filled her mind for an instant.

  “You’re awake,” Damon said, shifting behind her. Jennifer nodded, turning over in the bed to look at him. He was just as gorgeous in the morning light as he had been the night before, and for a moment she was sorely tempted to stay with him, to indulge her desire to feel his body against hers, inside of hers, at least one more time and possibly far more than that. She swallowed against the tightness in her throat.

  “Yes, I’m awake. Goddamnit.” Damon raised an eyebrow in confusion.

  “Did I hurt you?” His golden, shimmering eyes widened with concern. “Jennifer, you should have said something.” Jennifer shook her head, soothing his apprehension with a caress.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me at all. Trust me—what you did to me was the exact opposite of hurting.” She smiled. “It’s just that I have to leave, and I don’t want to.” Damon nodded slowly, his eyes not quite understanding but resigned.

  “You have a whole life out there,” he said quietly. Jennifer shrugged.

  “I have to go back to the town; my friends are probably already worried about me.” Jennifer shrugged. “It’s not like I told anyone I was going to hunt down a werebear before I came to find you.” Damon smiled at the slight joke.

  “I know I didn’t want you to stay with me,” Damon said, his gaze cutting away from her face. “But I’m glad you convinced me.” He smiled slightly. “I can’t remember ever feeling so good, so satisfied, in my entire life—you are amazing.” Damon kissed her lightly on the lips, squeezing her body against his in a hungry embrace. “I wish I could have you again and again and again. But I understand you need to get back.” Jennifer sighed, pressing her forehead against his chest and hearing the distant thrumming of his heart. She broke away from his arms, slipping out of the bed and rising to her feet on the warm wooden floor.

  Jennifer felt Damon’s gaze on her body as she searched the floor for her clothes, pulling them on with reluctant slowness. She really didn’t want to leave; she wanted to eat more stew, and cuddle with Damon, and maybe have sex with him four or five more times in the afternoon. She smoothed her skirt against her legs, looking around as if she might somehow have more clothes; belatedly, she remembered that she had ripped up her leggings to make bandages for Damon. In their current state, they wouldn’t do her any good anyway. Jennifer sighed, hesitating to make the final move to leave.

  Damon rose from the bed and wrapped his warm arms around her, burying his face against her neck and nuzzling her. Jennifer could smell the lingering scent of lemony, earthy musk that clung to him—it hit her so powerfully that for a moment she could easily have forgotten that everyone she knew in the town would be worried about her. “I’m sorry you won’t have your leggings to keep warm,” Damon murmured, kissing the pulse point just underneath her jaw. Jennifer shrugged, chuckling softly.

  “It’s not that cold out today,” she said. “I’ll be back to my place before too long anyway.” Jennifer swallowed against the tightness in her throat and pulled back. “I’m going to come back. As soon as I’ve reassured everyone that I’m okay, when I can get back here on my own, I’ll be right here.” Damon looked into her eyes and smiled slightly; shyly, the kindness she had seen in their first encounter filling his unearthly eyes.

  “I’d like that a lot,” Dam
on said. He kissed her softly on the lips, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “I’ll have more rabbit stew for you when you get back.” Jennifer laughed and savored the feeling of Damon’s embrace for a few moments longer before she broke away, moving quickly to leave the cave and the warmth of its owner before she could change her mind.