Chapter Twenty-Four
Hallard napped peacefully on the bed, content and happy, while Melody took her time in the bathroom. He then had a quick shower.
After they were more rested and cleaned up, it was time for dinner. The nice, old lady came knocking on their door to let them know. There was a small dining room built right onto the back of the old couple's cottage. The woman welcomed Melody and Hallard, making a big fuss over them, even though they were the only guests that evening.
"Let me know if you'd like a drink to get the night started. I'll trust you to not get too carried away with the revelries, though. We had a group of damn tourists stay here last week. They were just like fish with the way they put away the wine. Noisy bunch too."
Hallard feared that the woman would continue talking until his stomach ate a hole in itself, so he nodded rapidly, real subtle, and then interjected, "Which wine would you recommend for the most beautiful young lady I've laid eyes on?"
"Awe, you're such a sweet talker," she said to Hallard, then turning to Melody, added, "It's no wonder you snapped him up before someone else could have a chance." The lady cooed with a twinkling look at Hallard. "How long have you been married?"
"Well, actually, we're not married. It's way too soon for that kind of thing," Melody was firm with that statement.
"I guess you would call this our first date," said Hallard.
Melody just looked at him with a wistful smile.
After their food was done with, they sat back in their chairs contentedly.
"You're not too stuffed to follow through on our 'desert' are you?" asked Melody
"I'm not real big on sweet things. Must be the whole carnivore side of me that rejects it," he said with honesty. "I'm okay with meat, and more meat."
Melody sneered, leaned forward, and tucked her hand down beneath the handmade tablecloth.
"I'm happy to eat your meat for desert then. But maybe you'd like a little of my pie?" she said, attempting to keep a straight face. "God, that was bad."
"Yeah, but bad can be really good. And I think you know that all too well."
They'd barely gotten through the door of their room and both of them were already undressing.
"I've been wanting to get you naked again since the second we finished round one," Hallard confessed. For some reason he felt on edge, wanting to say something more, but unsure exactly what.
Melody lifted her top over her head and tossed it.
That immediately took his mind off whatever was taunting the edges of his focus. "You know this might be our last time?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Her expression changed dramatically, for the worse, and she put her arms in front of her, covering up her glorious globes, but also forming a barrier between them. She moved away, to the bed to sit down. "You didn't have to say that, geeze," she said.
As he moved beside her, offering comfort by putting his hand on her shoulder, he said, "I didn't meant to say it. Must have been in the back of my mind though, waiting to come up."
"Next time--and there will be a next time--how about you wait until after we fuck to get all reflective? Deal?" And just like that, she smiled, the wicked glimmer returned to her face, and she was back to normal.
What more could a guy ask for, especially when the blood was already flowing with gusto through his cock? "Deal." Hallard grabbed her tits, one for each hand, so softly, yet with power. " They're better than perfect. I wish I could have these with me all the time," he said.
"What, like two little pets for you to fondle and jerk off to?"
"Something like that," he mumbled half-mindedly, and he licked her nipple, moving back and forth to share even time with each breast.
She tilted her head back and giggled. "Wow, you know how messed up that would sound to anyone else?" she said to the top of his head.
He looked up at her, faces close, sharing breathing, and grinned. "Hey, you said it." He smoothly slid his right hand up over her shoulder. "You know I'd never let anything happen to you, right?"
He wondered if that sounded cheesy to say so soon. After what they had already endured together, given the bizarre circumstances they'd been thrust into, which were already so strange because of what Hallard was--even with all that in play, did it still sound melodramatic?
"No, I know you wouldn't."
Something about the way she'd said that, maybe just an instinct Hallard had, told him she didn't entirely believe it herself. Or, that was just him being paranoia.
"I want you to fuck me like the animal you are," she said.
"Like a bear? I can assure you I don't know how they fuck."
"No, not that way. Take me like a dirty animal. Whatever you want, take it ... I'll admit, I've liked it rough sometimes." Melody turned away, mock-shy, and crossed her legs, so he was pushed back onto his haunches on the carpet.
"Oh ..." He thought about it. Yeah, shit yeah. His dick rippled and sent tingles to his balls. "Okay then, first, open your legs."
"Yes, sir!" Melody spread her legs to show her pretty pussy.
"I can almost taste you on my lips already. I want to feel you from the inside, out."
"You're in charge, big bear." Melody patted her cunt, getting noticeably wet, and her blood throbbed harder.
Hallard could sense it pulsating through her body.
If it was what she really wanted, he'd get rough with her. Something kept nagging at him that there would not be infinite opportunities for this kind of thing. The world was closing in more and more since they first met. So, he'd take the day by the horns, and give her just what she wanted. He was the right type of animal for it.
Hallard took Melody by her long hair and yanked her head back.
She moaned loudly, the sound accentuated at the end, as her head came back. Held there in place, her neck was perfectly exposed.
And he sucked on the soft skin. The way her blood and flesh responded directly to him, it was as though they were linked directly. Hallard put his other hand on her pussy and rubbed it, the fragile laces of delectably rare meat skirting the circumference of the hole. He worked two fingers inside of her right away.
Melody's body wrapped around them perfectly, ebbing and throbbing with each small twitch of her body.
He kissed her tenderly under the chin, and she swooned back down against the bed; fell like an angel from the sky, her face serene and eyelids closed as she drew in with the rest of her senses.
Suddenly, he leaned down over her, took her throat in his mouth, and bit down softly, licking up and down over her jugular.
That made her back arched over the firm bed, which had been made so zealously that the bedspread didn't even shift.
Hallard realized he hadn't even considered Melody's nudity--he was so used to being nude himself usually that it just seemed natural. Had wearing clothes, being part of the "normal" world, become some kind of fetish to him lately, like nudity was for others? His shorts were covering his hard-on, sticking out where it begged to be free. The end of his dick released a teardrop of joy that soaked into the fabric.
He leaned beside her and fucked Melody with three fingers now, moving them around inside her cunt and playing with the elasticity of it. Hallard felt dirty, lower than Melody.
She was pure and seemed to be comfortable in her sexuality, enjoying herself with eyes closed. Her ass cheeks were flattened against the bed, plump meat above the firm gluts.
He pulled his fingers out and stuck them in her mouth. "Whose taste do you like more?"
Melody grinned and sucked his big fingers. "You, of course." She opened her eyes and looked at him in a new way, before she made herself gag on them.
Feeling small against her worldly experience--what did he know about sex?--Hallard hoisted her around, her-face down on the bed.
"Ooh, nice and rough!" she exclaimed.
He slid her black, took her panties off her, and put them in her mouth. Melody mumbled sultry words that made no sense through her own used
panties.
He was nothing compared to the men she'd fucked in the past. They'd had all sorts of women, and with no strings attached, nothing to prove. The idea of it made him angry, and then guilty for caring, being jealous. Pathetic.
He got on top of her and pulled back on her hair with both hands. She grunted and his breathing grew thick.
"Tell me what you want, Melody. You're such a whore, you must have favorites already in mind," he said, pulling back with hands full of her smooth hair. His cock was screaming inside of its prison of clothing, so close to her but essentially a thousand miles distant, for all the good it did.
"You're such a bad boy, aren't you Hallard? I knew you were. And you're in charge. I have no say," she said."
Hallard rubbed himself up and down her, disgusted yet invigorated by his apparent fetishism of being clothed on top of a naked woman from the city. He lifted a knee up and shifted back, then slapped her bare ass. It left a red hand print, but not a satisfactory one. He spanked her ass again, making it bright white for the split-second after that satisfying sound, then it went red an even darker red.
Of course, Hallard was concerned it might hurt, but he knew that plenty of women liked being spanked. And her sounds of enjoyment only confirmed that she was one of them. He did it harder, and harder, and still, Melody loved it.
"Do you like that?" he said like a cliché. But wasn't sex just a cliché, done over and over until death?
"You know I love it!
"You want me to fuck you?"
"I really want you to fuck me! So hard I can't take it anymore, Hallard!"
This was the wild, slutty woman he'd been wondering about, the one he knew was there, given her history. Hallard hadn't let go of her hair and saw no reason to yet. Instead, he spat on the fingers of his other hand and slipped them between her ass cheeks.
The wiggle that started in that spot, moving up her spine, showed she liked the sensation.
"You want it rough, Melody? I'm not going to let you down, even if it hurts."
"Good--boy."
He practically tore of his shorts and was finally naked. It made him hesitate, looking at what he was doing, acting so not like a real wild animal. They didn't obsess over petty fetishes, depraved and contrived. He looked down at that beautiful line between her two cheeks, pink and dipping into shadow. It begged for light. He pushed her face down into the bed and let go of her hair, moving lower. Then, he shoved his own face into her ass, tongue lashing inside the crease.
He used both hands to spread apart her cheeks, revealing the beauty within: a winking circle above what was visible of her vagina. Nothing on her body was unappealing. It was cause for so much wonder. Unlike his prey in the woods, getting to Melody's delicious interior was only possible through her unassuming holes, of which she thankfully had three.
One, he had not enjoyed yet. It tasted entirely different, but not in a discouraging way. She'd showered and was clean, and that left only the most subtle taste, more the way skin and flesh tasted, over what he'd imagined an asshole would be like. Hallard wanted to live there forever. When he sucked at the pulsing ring, forcing his tongue slightly inside with great effort, he could gaze up over her shapely behind, down the trail of her back, and see her head, flowing hair, an ear, the swan-line of her neck.
And when he moved down to taste her real womanhood again, Hallard delighted to realize that he could fuck her ass with his nose from that position. There was No better way to enjoy a woman than from right here, he firmly decided immediately. He spread her open, lifting his head to take in the vista of her cunt and asshole. Then, he pushed his face down hard with excitement, and released her cheeks so they would close around his face and bury him.
Hallard ate Melody's out for longer than he'd thought he ever would, but it was still much less time than he wanted to.
"I'm gonna cum," she finally said.
"Good girl!" He stuck his fingers back up her and finger-fucked with his elbow as the leverage, palm up. It wasn't the best angle, but he could work her clit with his thumb, and tongue fuck her tight pink sphincter. It beat with a pulse of pleasure, moving as he lavished his tongue over it. He moved faster, faster, with more intensity, working her up and up.
Melody planted her face into the bed and screamed into the covers, which still very loud, maybe even enough for the nice owners to hear.
Even so--Hallard wished there were others staying in the adjoining rooms, to hear how hard he was making her come. "Come hard for me," he said deeply.
"Oh, yeah! I'm a God damned fucking whore!" Her emphasis was almost fearful, but driving.
Hallard suddenly stopped, and he experienced a physically real decline in her very being, as she was held back from her climax.
"What are you doing?" she asked pathetically. "I was so close, baby." She turned her head around to look back at him.
"You're going to come, don't worry. He leered at her and pushed the head of his cock up into her golden pink dot. She gasped and let out a little yelp.
"Oh, wow. Ah, that hurt a little, baby."
"Did it? Good." He pushed it in further, although it didn't seem like she could swallow even the head with such a slight hole.
"Ooh, shit! You're such a bad boy," she moaned, letting herself go limp on the bed. "Hurt me good, my big bear."
That last word did something to him, and he became exactly that. His body tensed up, becoming harder, more resolved not to chicken out.
Melody squealed, and started to loudly moan as he pushed the girth up into her. She pushed herself back against him, but his weight didn't let her move off the bed noticeably.
Hallard spent time working himself in, taking it slow, holding back. He wanted to give her the rough sex she craved, but not real harshness or violence. That would be abhorrent and unnatural. But hard fucking? There was nothing more in harmony with nature--no matter what the hole. And even human liked it rough and dirty like the animal kingdom.
Hallard fucked Melody in her tight asshole until her tight ring started to relax and swallow him up. Logistically, his cock was too thick and long for him to get himself completely inside on the first try, not without harming her. But he bounced, sliding in and out with careful motions, reveling in the way it make her gasp for air.
"Tell me you like that," he said.
"Oh, it fucking hurts, baby, but I love it so much."
"Good." He pushed down harder.
Melody screamed out loud, without her face pushed into the bed, so anyone nearby could hear.
He could tell when she was nearly going to climax, because of those same telltale signs from last time.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck--FUCK!" She melted down into the bed as much as she could after the explosive reaction.
Hallard draw his cock from her ass and treasured how it so easily let him go, stayed open for just a flash, and returned to its former state, before he'd stretched it out from the inside. "Oh, shit," she said. "I--what the fuck?!" She looked terrified, but then a growing realization moved over her. "Hallard, your face. Your body ... wow."
He didn't even notice that he'd partially shifted. Shame overtook him and he got off her, wanting to run to the fields and trees that surrounded the property. "I didn't know. I'm sorry. You must be outraged." He went to put on his clothes right away, intending to leave.
"Hallard, there's nothing wrong. I like what you are. You have to know that, or I wouldn't be with you."
"I know. I still don't understand why."
"Please, come back to bed. You didn't get your turn yet."
It was hard to argue with his roaring libido, especially having just been so close to shifting into a beast. "I can't refuse you. Look at you ..."
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Good. So, let me suck you off."
They laid down on the bed and kissed tenderly. Melody soon went down on Hallard and finished him off in just minutes. He'd been so close already, desperate to shoot his load. His body tensed up as he came in her mou
th, while she continued to work in over his cock.
With her mouth full, Melody smiled as though it was her favorite flavor. The thick cream was on her lips, and she swallowed the rest, then licked the rest up. "There, that's better."
Melody was a seriously intense person. Perhaps she could be an ideal mate for a bear man after all.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Getting to sleep was absolutely no trouble for either of them, not after such an intense release.
It must have been much later when Melody woke up. She couldn't sleep anymore, because was still sore from the pounding that she'd received, but that was fine--it was amazing. She hadn't been fucked like that, well ever, especially taking into account that her lover actually starting to change into a beast.
Bizarrely enough, it had happened back with the party bus and Grave ... but that was anything but enjoyable, and he was no lover.
When Melody rolled over to put her hand on him, just to feel his masculine form beside her in the night, she felt nothing but the bed. As she groped around and her vision adjusted to the darkness, she realized that he really wasn't there. It couldn't be a dream, it was too boring and real. There was a spot of warmth, so he must have just gotten up to use the bathroom.
The light wasn't on, and she couldn't hear any signs of someone taking a wiz in the dark. Does he have night vision? "Hallard," she whispered. "Hey, baby, are you there?" Nothing so much as even an echo in the cozy room. Spooked now, she turned on the bedside lamp and checked the bathroom.
Nothing.
Melody felt sick, like she had as the poison of her addiction was betraying her body days before. Yet, she still wanted to shove her system full of drugs right then, no matter what pain it would no doubt caused her.
He'd left her, he was gone, gone in the night.
Stop it, she told herself. He wouldn't do that. Then, out loud as though for emphasis, "He said he's protect you. He wouldn't have gone far."
There was a sound outside, as if in answer to her fear. That was him now, sure, coming back from getting some fresh air, probably. He was used to sleeping in an airy cave, after all.
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