by Sable Sylvan
Helen looked at the cock. She’d seen it that night at Bear Buns, but she hadn’t really gotten a great look at it. Plus, for all she knew, they could have been wearing penis makeup and there were special lighting tricks that made their shafts look huge. Well, in the shower of a hotel, where there was no possibility of special makeup or lighting, the cock was still massive. She held it in her hands and looked up at Ryan and slowly, she breathed hot air onto the shaft. She watched as Ryan shivered with expectation under her touch, his fists white knuckled even against the pale white of the marble. Ryan’s eyes were on her and she could feel Owen’s gaze.
Helen started to lower her mouth onto Ryan’s cock, but just before her tongue made contact, she pulled away, and rubbed her hand over the shaft instead, from base to tip, slowly.
“Come on, babe, don’t do me dirty like that,” said Ryan. “You know I need to feel you.”
“I know you do...but that’s what you get for not stripping down for me sooner,” said Helen.
She moved over so she was in front of Owen and pulled down Owen’s underpants, exposing Owen’s thick shaft, which was shorter than Ryan’s cock but girthier as well. She rubbed her hand over the tip of the shaft and traced a pattern over his balls using only the heat of her mouth. “You want me, bad, don’t you?” teased Helen.
“I do,” said Owen.
“Then you two are going to have to earn this pussy,” said Helen, rubbing between her legs. “But, because I’m being nice...I’ll let you have some of all this.” Helen motioned over her body.
The guys got up from the marble bench but she gently pressed her hands to their chests. “Nuh-uh-uh,” said Helen. “If you want some, you’re going to have to be patient. After all, you made me wait, so I’m going to have to make you wait, won’t I? I’ll tell you what. I’m a generous goddess...so you can touch yourselves while you watch me finish showering.”
Helen went through the toiletries and got out a shampoo and conditioner. Yes, her hair got washed and conditioned, but more importantly, she got a chance to put on a show for the boys, her body covered in layers of suds, which covered parts of her body one moment and then, other moments, uncovered parts of her body, like a strip tease where she didn’t even have to take things on and off. She moved under a higher pressure area of the shower and let the water wash her free of all suds and soap, rinsing her clean, and exposing all of her clean curves to the two men that were jerking away furiously at their diamond hard cocks.
“Oh, I think you two have been punished long enough...come on, it’s your turn to dominate,” said Helen. Helen took both Owen and Ryan by the hand and led them out of the shower, past the warm towels, out onto the bed that they’d mussed up. She stripped away the top dirty sheet, leaving the clean under sheets and pillows. Helen got onto the bed and lay back before crossing her arms.
“So, you two big bad bears have me in your cave...the only question is, what are you going to do with me?” asked Helen.
Chapter Nine
“I’m first,” said Ryan, pushing Owen out of the way.
“No frikkin’ way,” said Owen, pushing Ryan aside. “You can take her next...if you can handle her curves.”
“Boys, boys, boys,” said Helen. “I’m sure there’s a way we can all have fun. After all, there’s enough of these curves to go around, don’t you think?” Helen lifted up one of her breasts and licked the top. Seeing something so sensual made Ryan’s jaw drop and that second of paralysis gave Owen the edge. Owen got on the bed and was on top of Helen in a few seconds.
“Well, hello there,” said Helen, walking her fingers over Owen’s chest, using her index and middle finger as if they were tiny legs. “I see that somebody wants this honey pot...and bad.”
Helen walked her fingers down to Owen’s hips and then to his crotch, down to the base of his cock. She moved her fingers in a slow motion from Owen’s shaft to the place it met her body, just above her mons, and then, rolled her finger over her body before lowering it to the space between her legs, which was wet with desire, dipping a finger into her honeypot. She then pulled her finger out and pressed it to Owen’s lips.
Owen took the finger into his mouth and tasted Helen’s desire for himself. It tasted as sweet as honey. He pressed the cock to her clit and rubbed, making Helen move beneath him, spreading her legs for him, so that he could put himself between her legs. He then pressed his cock down, into her entrance, and entered her, slowly, making her feel every last inch of his thick cock.
That’s when Owen did something amazing. He twitched his cock while bucking his hips, stirring the honey pot with his wood. Helen wrapped her legs around Owen’s hips and Owen took it from there. Owen grabbed onto Helen’s legs and pressed into her, filling her complete and making her gasp and grip at the sheets.
“Oh, Owen,” moaned Helen. “You’ve filled me...all the way.”
“I see another hole that needs filling,” said Ryan.
He was on the side of the bed, and while Owen had his hands full of Helen’s curvy thick thighs that he couldn’t help but dig fingers into to the point of leaving more red marks than a Communist bookstore in severe debt, Ryan positioned himself so that Helen could take his shaft into her hands and shifted so that Helen could lick the head too. Of course, Ryan wasn’t about to make Helen do all the work, and he reached his hand around to the space between her thighs, not to her entrance, but to her clit, which he teased with his fingers, separating the lips with two fingers and using two fingers from his other hand to rub against her clit with the flat sides of the fingers before turning his fingers and rubbing harder against the clit with his knuckles.
“Ryan, Owen...you two really are experts at pleasing women,” said Helen between moans. One hand was on Owen’s shoulder, wrapping around to hold onto his back, while the other was on Ryan’s cock as she pressed it into her mouth. She could taste Ryan’s salty desire for her in her mouth and loved watching how with but a stroke here or a lick there, he would move underneath her gentle touch.
The bears in Ryan and Owen roared. The human boys had done it after all. Their methods had been unorthodox, but they’d gotten the results that the bears had wanted. The curvy mate was in their bed and soon, all would be revealed. Fate had a funny way of doing things, but neither the bears nor the boys would’ve changed a darn thing.
Ryan moved his cock out of Helen’s mouth and pushed Owen aside.
“Let me in,” said Ryan. He’d wanted to enter Helen for so long, and as pretty as her little mouth was, there was no substitute for one hundred percent pure pussy, the temple at which he could worship, the innermost cloister in which all sacred sex truths could be revealed.
Owen moved aside and stroked his slick cock while he watched Ryan enter Helen. Ryan pressed the tip of his cock into Helen but didn’t take it slow. No, Helen was ready for cock, and her pussy was ready for a pounding. Ryan pressed into her fast and hard before pulling out half way and then pounding back in, fucking Helen so hard that her curvy breasts jiggled. Owen reached up to tweak one of Helen’s soft nipples, making it harden and pucker beneath his touch. The puckering reminded him of another part of Helen that puckered, but exploring that area, well, it was not meant to happen that night. This night was all about Helen’s pleasure, about making her feel worshipped by the two luckiest bear shifters in all of Portland.
Ryan moved aside and let Owen back in to press into Helen. He rubbed his cock and watched as Owen took things nice and slow. This was the great thing about having another shifter to share a mate with. He got to see his mate experience all kinds of pleasures that he could not offer. There was no frikkin’ way that Ryan would be able to hold back and take Helen as slowly as Owen did, and watching Helen moan with pleasure beneath the slow and gentle rhythm and blues song beat out by Owen’s hips made Ryan’s mouth water.
The boys went back and forth swapping places, dipping their sticks into the honey pot, until Helen, lying back on the sheets, found it hard to tell where one of the shifters stopp
ed and the other began. All she knew was that the experience she was having was made up of one thing and one thing only: sheer pleasure. These shifters weren’t just all talk and no game. They had moves on the stage and in the bedroom, and they weren’t afraid to rock her world...and her curves.
Owen gripped tight onto Helen’s thighs as he felt his cock flex without his willing it to. He knew the moment of truth was approaching, and fast. He looked at Ryan, who raised his chin up. Owen repeated the gesture. By now, the two men, who had spent years in each other’s company, knew each other’s bodies as well as they knew their own. Owen knew that the flush in Ryan’s cheeks could only mean one thing, the same thing that Ryan knew was eminent when he saw Owen’s hands white-knuckle against Helen’s creamy skin.
“I’m close,” Owen told Helen, who licked her lips in response. “I can’t hold this back much longer.”
“Neither can I,” said Ryan.
“Fill me,” ordered Helen. “Cover me. Make me yours. Claim me.”
Neither of the guys could help it. Helen, their sweet Helen, could just be so damn dirty some times. With one last buck of Helen’s hips and one last lick of her tongue, the guys came. Owen started to cover Helen’s curvy chest with his hot white spray while Ryan filled her on the inside with a white hot liquid heat that made her feel like a virgin sacrifice being tossed into a volcano from a cheesy B-movie flick. The red hot white liquid felt amazing and she pressed up against Ryan harder, pressing the head of his cock over her G spot over and over while reaching a hand down to touch herself and that’s when she exploded, seeing diamonds, feeling rainbows, and tasting waterfalls all at once.
That’s when the threesome had another member join in: fate.
Owen’s eyes flashed a bright blue while Ryan’s eyes flashed a bright amber. Helen didn’t notice the flashing of the eyes. No, her eyes were on the men’s chests instead. As Helen had her climax around Ryan’s heavy shaft and Owen came over her chest, something else was happening to the guys.
First, the mark of the horse was outlined in a bright yellow gold light that came from within, from their very spirit hearts. The black horse mark was getting paler. At first, Helen thought it was a trick of the bright light. She held her fingers up to their handsome firm chests which were warmer than usual but not hot enough to burn her. The light made her fingertips glow slightly pink or red, and she traced around the golden lines marking out the angular horses. The horse marks really were fading. No, they weren’t just fading...
The marks on their chests, of the horse, were disappearing. The horses were fading away, the dark black marks on their chests fading away, and the golden apple in the center of each chest was growing, but not evenly. No, there were two large parts near the top that were growing into lobes. Lobes? The very shape of the golden glowing apple was fading away.
What was left in its place brought a tear to Helen’s eye. It was a golden heart, that beat pink and red as their hearts beat and the heart shaped mate marks glowed, and slowly, the light faded away, leaving just a simple golden heart mark on each of the handsome men she was glad to call her fated mate.
Owen and Ryan looked at each other as the transformation took place. Their bears were roaring, but this time, it was not with impatience, not out of frustration at the boys for not closing the deal, but out of joy for having finally found the mate that fate had assigned them and then, helped them find using their mate marks. All the pieces of the puzzle were complete, and finally, everyone knew that they were all meant to be together, forever.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” asked Owen.
“It means...you’re our fated mate,” said Ryan. “You’ve changed us, Helen. You’re like the princess who kissed a frog and turns him into a prince...except you’ve got two bears you’ve turned into your mates.”
“So this means we’re all really meant to be together?” asked Helen.
“Yes, but we all already knew that, now didn’t we?” asked Owen, kissing Helen on the cheek before putting a hair behind her ear.
Helen was so relaxed she couldn’t help but yawn. “We’d better get you to bed,” said Owen. “You’ve had a long day.” Owen got up and wiped Helen up with a towel he snagged from the bathroom.
Ryan positioned Helen on the bed, a pillow under her head and a clean cover from the spare linens closet over her body. Helen snuggled up next to the pillows, and right next to her snuggled Ryan and Owen. Ryan was positioned by Helen, his head near her shoulder, and Owen was positioned in front of Helen, who was falling asleep against his chest. Ryan and Owen exchanged a knowing look before they shut their eyes and got some much deserved sleep. They slept better than they had in years. After all, their bears were calm, now that they’d finally found their fated mate.
***
The next morning, Helen woke up to the smell of fresh breakfast. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around her unfamiliar surroundings before realizing where she was and remembered why there was some bedding on the floor and why she was naked with no clean change of clothes.
Helen got up and went into the bathroom. She had noticed robes with the towels the night before. Luckily, one was free, so she grabbed it and wrapped it around her body before looking into the mirror and fixing up her hair, washing her face, and brushing her teeth quickly. She headed back into the bedroom and out into the living room, where Owen and Ryan stopped their heated discussion of something.
“Good morning, babe,” said Owen, walking over to the curvy woman he’d had the pleasure of pleasuring the night before.
“Morning, hons,” said Helen to Owen, giving him a kiss before walking over to Ryan to give him a kiss too. “What’re you two talking about?”
“Nothing, just...club business,” said Ryan.
“Come on, you two can’t keep a secret from me. After all, I am your fated mate,” said Helen. “Isn’t that what that whole thing that happened last night meant? With your mate marks?”
Ryan shot a look to Owen. “Well, we have to tell her now,” said Ryan.
“Fine, go ahead,” said Owen, rubbing his temples.
Ryan made Helen a plate and put it on a table inside the kitchenette which sat three. He poured Helen a glass of orange juice as well as a mug of coffee with cream. “Owen and I were doing some talking this morning,” said Ryan.
“Yeah, that much I gathered,” said Helen, digging into the breakfast. “So what were you two really talking about?”
“Well, we want to take this...to the next level,” said Owen, coming to sit with Ryan and Helen.
“The next level? We’ve already discussed me moving to Seattle, and we know that we’re a triad, that I’m the fated mate for the both of you,” said Helen. “What’s the next level, frikkin’ marriage?”
“Yeah, marriage,” said Owen.
He and Ryan got down on their knees in the kitchenette and pulled something out of their pants. It was a dark black velvet ring box. Owen opened the ring box. Inside, there was a gold band dotted with three diamonds. One was circular and brilliant cut, and the two on the side were slightly smaller and emerald cut.
“Helen...we haven’t known you for long, but what we need to know, we know,” said Ryan. “We’ve had an amazing time with you, in and out of the Bear Buns club. The club is like a family to us...but we want to start another family, with you, and we want to do it right.”
“So, will you do us the great honor of being our wife?” asked Owen. “Of taking the two of us as your husbands, so that we can love you, honor you, cherish you, and protect you, from now until our last breath and perhaps, beyond?”
“Oh, Ryan, Owen...of course I will,” said Helen. The two men got up from the floor and slipped the ring on her finger. “I’ve known ever since yesterday that you two...well, you were the ones I wanted to make things work with. I’d been scared before, of dating, but that breakup with Scumbag Joe was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. If I hadn’t been dumped by him, I would’ve never gone up to Bear Buns, I n
ever would’ve met you two...and I never would’ve fallen in love.”
“Fate works in mysterious ways,” said Owen.
“But I have a feeling fate doesn’t have any more tricks up her sleeve,” said Ryan, and Ryan and Owen led Helen to the couch...because it was time for round two.
Epilogue
After the proposal, Helen, Ryan, and Owen made plans for her to move up to Seattle, which, surprisingly, Jasmine of all people nixed. To ensure that her friend wasn’t being taken advantage of, she insisted they all take this slow, and if in a month, Helen wanted to move up, she could do it right, with a job lined up and after putting in her two weeks’ notice. After the month was up, Helen was still set on going up to Seattle with the guys.
Helen learned more about the inner workings of the Bear Buns club. It turned out that the Bear Buns club was a flat fee club that only required monthly dues from its dancers, rather than a percentage of the total money made by the dancers. Ryan and Owen shared a small house they owned near the club, which was near Seattle’s downtown district, as well as public transit. The house wasn’t a billionaire’s mansion but it was cozy and homy because the three of them made it so, together.
Helen found a job at a local nonprofit, as a copywriter and editor, and Ryan and Owen did more accounting and legal work for the club. Of course, the two had their work cut out for them. They had to find and train their replacements. This meant a full-scale talent search, looking for a pair of grizzly bear shifters that were truly looking to make a love connection...and of course, finding another pair of grizzlies that could share a stage, not to mention a mate, was going to be a challenge.
