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  I moaned, as much from dismay as from pleasure.

  “Gaston, it’s not fair. I’d rather stay with you than go with the Chief.”

  “That’s not my choice to make, little lady,” he growled into my pussy. I whined and sighed, pressing my hips back into his face, forcing him to slurp more and more deeply, devouring my pussy. He brought a hungry, bear-like intensity to his task and I groaned, delighting in the way his tongue slid among the creases of my cunt, slid through my pussy lips, slid all over, and the way he sucked down my juices greedily. The girls in the village also told me that boys didn’t like to do this to girls but Gaston seemed perfectly happy and enthusiastic about licking me as much as I wanted…

  “Down… Down there…” I murmured, almost incoherently.

  “Here, my little lady?” he asked, his tongue dancing over my clit once again. I gasped.

  “Yes! Yes! Please, right there!”

  His tongue lashed my clit and it wasn’t long before my hips were convulsing, my muscles twitching and I was cumming. I squealed, all but shrieking as I came, my juices flowing freely onto Gaston’s face and into his beard and moustache.

  I leaned heavily against the tree, panting and just trying to catch my breath, or maybe even just keep stay conscious.

  “Little lady, if you’ll have me…” Gaston murmured shyly and suddenly, I felt his hardness pressed against my warm hole from behind. I nodded lazily.

  “Please—just know that I’m a virgin. I might cry and it might be tight.”

  He grinned. “That’s not something to apologize for, my little dear.”

  With that, he slid his massive girth into me. I gasped and threw back my head, shrieking as he penetrated me. God, but it was good. He stretched me out, spreading my pussy wide. I wanted this. I wanted Gaston so badly, more than I could remember wanting anything, besides my family and old life back… But if this was my new life, it could be a lot worse. And would be, if Gaston was to be believed. I was inclined to savor these moments now instead of worrying about the future.

  “How is it?” Gaston asked softly, running a hand over my sweaty back. It was chilly here in the forest but I was warm, my body burning from arousal.

  “You’re so big,” I whimpered. “And I’m so tight. It hurts but it’s fantastic. Don’t stop.”

  Gaston nodded and gently, he began to slide his cock in and out of me, my juices easily lubricating his meat and allowing his fleshy rod to claim my own flesh, driving into my body slowly at first and then speeding up, picking up the pace till he was pumping into me, his hips forcing his cock into my hot, moist depths with each forceful thrust of his hips. His pelvic bone slammed into my ass, causing my little, round butt with wiggle sensuously as he fucked me, plunging his engorged tool into me over and over again. I felt as though he were taking me—as though I were being conquered conclusively, and I would never belong to anyone ever again. How would I explain that to Gaston? How would I explain to him that I belong to him now and not his Chief, despite what the rules and laws might say?

  Gaston continued to pump me, slamming his cock into me from behind, eliciting yelps from my lips that turned into shrieks which then turned into screams and cries. I wanted more, more of his cock, more of him inside of me. I knew he would cum soon and I craved it. I craved his warm seed in my belly, and on some level, I hoped that it would quicken there in my womb, that he would fill my belly with his child, possibly a bear-child…

  “Harder,” I moaned. “Gaston, fuck me harder. I’m all yours.”

  “Ugh, don’t tempt me, girl,” he growled. “I don’t think you could take all I could give you.”

  “Do it!” I ordered. “Slam it all into me! I want it!”

  “As you wish…” he sighed and with a groan, he forced the knot of his cock into me. I shrieked, gripping the tree I was bent over towards as his knotted werecock spread me open wide. It hurt but it was a pleasant, delicious ache, like when you stretch muscles which have been sedentary and cramped much too long. This was something I had needed for a long time and finally, I had an itch which was getting scratched.

  His cock throbbed within me, and god, was it wonderful. I loved every moment of that throbbing werecock within me and it was almost enough to make me forget the hardships of the past few weeks. I felt his hands slide up underneath my tunic to tweak my hard nipples, cupping my perky breasts and I whimpered as pressed my chest into his hands and my butt into his hips simultaneously.

  Suddenly, he grunted and I felt it: his werecock beginning to throb even more strongly.

  “Here you go, little lady,” murmured Gaston. “Something that Chief hasn’t been able to give you yet…”

  And with that, his cock flooded my pussy, filling me with hot werecum, his sticky seed spurting into my womb just as it had spurted down my throat. I moaned as my hungry pussy accepted his delicious, sticky gift and I pressed my hips back into him, taking it all, savoring the way his knotted cock pumped me as he came.

  Finally, his cock grew soft within me and he slid it out. I all but collapsed to my knees, cum leaking out of my pussy and I sighed, quite delighted with how things had turned out.

  “That was… Amazing,” I said, looking up at Gaston with shining eyes.

  “Yeah, well…” he murmured, already in the process of putting his leggings back on. “I though you should, you know, enjoy yourself before the Chief gets ahold of you. Because it won’t be quite that nice.”

  “Don’t let him take me,” I blurted out. “I don’t want to go with him. I want to stay with you.”

  “But I’m going back to the Tribe myself.”

  “Then let’s run away together. The two of us.”

  He scowled. “It’s not that easy.”

  “Isn’t it?” I cried, throwing my arms around his waist and pressing my face into his strong chest. “You could take me away from here. We could go live together in a village somewhere.”

  Gaston pointed a single finger at the tattoo on his face. “And how am I to explain this? Everyone for miles around knows what it means.”

  “So? We’ll wander till we find a place where no one knows what it means. You can have me forever. I’ll be all yours. I don’t want to go to the Chief. I want to stay with you, forever.”

  And to seal the deal, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. My kiss started off innocent, more or less, but he caught me around the waist and pulled me in for a tight, close, hot kiss, the kind that seared the soul as it burned its way over my hot lips. His tongue invaded my mouth, swirling over my own tongue as we danced and dueled. When we broke apart, I was panting and even Gaston, the big strong bear man, was breathing heavily.

  “You make a compelling argument.” He looked around the forest and finally, jerked his head off to the right.

  “We’ll head this way. We’ll be moving away from the Tribe. They’ll send scouts out to find us but hopefully, we can elude them long enough to find a village beyond their reach.”

  My face broke into a smile, the only real, genuine smile I had experienced since the day the raiders came.

  “Really? Do you mean it?”

  “Aye, I do, lass,” Gaston said, a confident grin on his face. “As much as I’ve ever meant anything.”

  ~

  We set off that afternoon. That night, we made camp. Gaston laid out a bed for me of blankets and pillows, which I realized he had brought along especially for me.

  “Those of the Tribe prefer to sleep as bears, since we’ll be more attuned to the forest and what goes on around us,” he explained. “But you don’t have that luxury, so I figured you ought to have a bed of your own.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered. I eased off my tunic, not even bothering to hide my nakedness from Gaston. His hungry eyes raked over me.

  “Would you like me again?” I asked, smiling as sweetly as possible. “I’m all yours for the taking. Do whatever you want to me. Whatever your imagination desires.”

  “I have a pretty filthy imagination, darling,�
� Gaston muttered as he approached me. I lay on the bedding and spread my legs, running a finger over my soft, dusky, pink hole, still sore and chafed from where he had fucked me earlier.

  “This hurts because some big brute came and stretched me out and pounded me really, really hard earlier today,” I whined. “I think I need a kiss down there.”

  “Your wish. My command, darling.” With that, he knelt between my legs and went to work, drawing his tongue over my slit, drawing moans from my lips in turn. I groaned in delight as he licked me, his hot, moist tongue washing over my sore pussy. This was exactly what the doctor ordered, I decided, as I melted into his tongue and he, meanwhile, savored my flesh. He savored my dusky, pink, tender lips and my dark skin and the soft valley between my thighs and my pussy. He ran a finger over my tight, puckered asshole and after wetting it with his own tongue, he penetrated me there. I gasped and bucked my hips when I felt him slide a finger up there. I’d never really had anything there before. A few times, I had experimented while playing with myself in my family’s barn.

  I had been lying in the hay, rubbing my pussy when I decided to slide a finger inside my asshole. I had fingered my ass while I worked my clit and I came to a very satisfying orgasm that way, the muscles in my ass gripping my finger tight as I came. But I never really did that again—I was somehow embarrassed for having done it and having enjoyed it.

  But here, here and now, was Gaston licking my pussy and fingering my ass, working one of his big, strong digits deep into my ass, pressing it in far up to his knuckle. It wiggled around inside of me, eliciting even more gasps from my lips as it invaded me. I groaned and pressed forward, bucking my hips onto his finger as his tongue washed over my clit. I groaned as he swirled his hot, moist tongue around the nub of my pleasure, sighing as I felt my body edging closer and closer to orgasm. What should have been one of the most terrifying days of my life had quickly turned into the most climactic… And in more ways than one! Here, I had a bona fide werebear licking my pushy, digging his tongue into me and bringing me to the brink of yet another hip bucking, earth-rumbling, heart-pounding orgasm.

  My juices flowed like a babbling creek and I let out a long, low whine as I came, my ass clenching and unclenching around his finger. I shuddered so did my hips as I came. He continued to lick my clit obediently, even as it throbbed and quivered under the power of my orgasm.

  With a sigh, my orgasm finished up and I lay back, relaxing as Gaston got onto his knees. Before I knew what was happening, I realized he was pressing the tip of his cock against my tight, puckered asshole.

  “Just relax,” he advised me as he pressed into me. I sighed, trying to relax as much as possible but I knew what was coming up… The fat tip of his cock slide first into me and I whimpered, bucking my hips slightly but trying to keep my body under control, trying to force myself to accept this hard, long, fat cock. It worked its way into my tightness and I sighed, whimpering as it spread me open.

  “It… It hurts a little,” I whimpered. “But keep going. I want you to fuck me… everywhere.”

  Gaston obeyed and he leaned into me, driving his cock even deeper into my asshole. I whined and whimpered as it disappeared into my ass, my tightness squeezing his thick rod, my muscles finally giving up their resistance and allowing him to invade me more completely. I began to rub my clit, ever so gently since it was already incredibly sensitive from all of the orgasms I had already experienced that day. I groaned as his cock tore into me, his movements suddenly becoming more animalistic. I cried out as he forced the rest of his cock hard into me, my whole core shuddering as I took his hard cock. He pressed my legs up onto his shoulders and he leaned down into me, making me take it hard.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I whined, moaning as my ass was forced to accept his long, thick rod, forced to accept it opening me open and fucking its way deep, ever so deep into my ass. I whined and moaned, wanting more of it and wanting relief at the same time. Yet I knew, I just knew that relief would come not through cessation of the fucking but through more of it. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me more, fuck me harder.

  “Harder, Gaston,” I moaned. “Please… Please, fuck me harder. Rip me apart.”

  There was a hungry, bestial look on his face. He began to pound me, driving his cock hard into my ass. I screamed, the pain and pleasure dueling within me, forcing me to shudder, forcing my body to convulse beneath him. The sensations were enough to push me over the top once more and I felt my body begin to cum, my pussy giving in to my gentle ministrations of my clit.

  I screamed as I came, my ass spasming around Gaston’s cock. He kept up with his relentless pounding, driving his fat cock into me over and over, never letting up.

  “Harder… Harder… Harder…” I begged, attempting to press my ass up into him. Gaston just responded by shutting me up with a hot kiss. I wanted that, more than anything else: I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted his burning flesh pressed into mine. I wanted to feel him taking me, over and over, and I wanted to be safe and secure in the knowledge that I would get this every day for the rest of my life.

  He tweaked and played with my nipples as he fucked me, slamming me and stroking my sensitive nubs at the same time. It was incredibly effective. I found it sending me into pleasant convulsions and I whimpered every time his fingers touched my nipples. First, he would with gentle strokings and then, he would increase the speed and the pressure till my head was spinning with delight.

  Then, as he got close to cumming, he began to twist my nipples hard. I shrieked and pressed my chest forward, forcing him to play with me more. His fingers twisted my flesh hard, my sensitive skin screaming in pain and pleasure, my ass all the while accepting his cock obediently, as if it were a disciplined child forced to take a spanking or learn a spelling lesson.

  Finally, I felt his cock begin to throb inside of me. He was cumming—I knew it. It pumped and quivered and twitched, and then the hot spurts of cum came, one after another, filling my ass, burning my hot flesh as they invaded me. I wanted it so badly, that I reached down to spread my ass wide for him, allowing the cum to see down into my bowels, into my gut, filling me up. Of course, there was no chance of this giving me a baby as the cum in my pussy would but I was still eager to accept his werecum into my hungry pussy as he fucked me.

  With a satisfied sigh, Gaston pulled his cock from my ass. It gaped for a moment, cum leaking out and revealing my pink, brutalized insides before it returned, more or less, to its regular shape and size.

  “That was incredible…” I moaned, my body still trembling from having accepted such a rough fucking. Gaston grinned at me, his broad, strong body heaving slightly as he sat back, his long, thick cock growing soft. Suddenly, he was transforming: he grew larger but also shorter, as he became a bear. His armor sloughed off—bears had no need for it—and on his skin grew beautiful, snow-white fur. His face grew a long snout and his ears grew, till they were pointy and sitting atop his head. He was truly a bear now—larger than a wild bear, but just as beautiful, just as brutal and just as wild.

  I wrapped myself in the blankets at Gaston settled down beside me, placing his head on my chest. I heard his soft snoring and I reached out to stroke his head as I drifted off to sleep, the embers of our camp fire glowing in the dark forest air…

  Battle

  I awoke to Gaston nudging me.

  “Wha? What is it?”

  Gaston was emitting a low growl. I couldn’t see anything but suddenly, I felt hands, strong hands, close around my arms and force me to my feet. The blankets fell away, revealing my nakedness. A series of torches burst into life around us, revealing five figures: two bears and three men, each of whom bore a tattoo similar to Gaston’s. One of the men grasped me now, and the two bears growled and stared down Gaston.

  “So, you thought you could make off with our Chief’s property, eh, Gaston? You stupid bastard.”

  “I’m no one’s property!” I roared. The bearman who had spoken, a tall, cruel looking man with a torch in one hand
, glanced at me and, with a dismissive sneer, slapped me hard across the face. Tears flooded my eyes and I let out a small cry, my head jerking to the side. Gaston howled, his angry apparent from his bared teeth, dripping with saliva and hatred and his eyes, snarling and ready for a fight. His ears were pressed back, flush with his head and his fur stood on end.

  “You are. The Chief of the Bear Tribe paid good money for you—damned good money. And there’ll be hell to pay if he doesn’t get his money’s worth.”

  The bearman drew a sword from his belt—a curved, evil looking blade, queer looking before it curved forward, instead of back towards the user. Nonetheless, it looked as though it could split skulls as easily as a house wife could split melons with a cleaver…