by Sy Walker
“Ohhh,” Vicky moaned. It had been a long time since she’d last had sex. And of course she had never had sex with a man as big as Amos before. “Yeah, that’s good.” She sucked her bottom lip, raising her legs up so he could go even deeper.
“Yeah?” Amos asked. “Is this what you wanted?” He suddenly slapped her ass and sped up. After a few moments, he pulled out of her and slapped her ass again. “Turn around,” he commanded.
Vicky got onto her knees and he got behind her, inserting himself into her and immediately pounding himself against her at a high speed. She clenched her eyes shut tightly and grabbed ahold of one of his pillows, grasping it firmly as stars filled her brain.
“Oh oh oh god yes!” she screamed.
“Yes,” Amos said back, smacking her side as he continued to storm her pussy. He grabbed ahold of her boobs and fondled them, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples until they were hard.
After a few minutes more of this, he suddenly brought her into his arms and carried her into the kitchen. He cleared away any dishes or pots with an arm and set her on top of the short stove. He thrust his cock into her there and continued to fuck her, making the contents of the kitchen rattle.
Vicky held onto the cabinets on either side of her head, her arms raised in a V.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked, more like an impatient urging rather than a simple question.
She nodded.
“Cum for me!” he demanded.
Vicky threw her head back and allowed herself to think of nothing else but Amos, and his giant cock and giant, sexy body. She came hard against him, tightening against his cock until he came as well, yelling out barbarically.
Once he composed himself, he slipped out of her and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. She carefully hopped down from the small stove and joined him, laughing when she noticed the imprints of the stovetop on her ass.
“This has been the weirdest day of my life,” she said then, carefully cleaning herself with some toilet paper. The cabin did not have a shower or a bath. She wondered how they were going to manage that come the morning.
Amos smiled at her. “Oh trust me, things are going to be weird from here on out.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Shifter Genealogy
In the morning, Amos was already awake when Vicky opened her eyes. He was sitting on the bed, facing away from her, naked. She blushed, remembering what had happened the night before as well as the fact that they had slept naked together. She had never been so close with someone she had basically just met. It wasn’t like her. But something about Amos drew her in…
He saved her life last night.
“What time is it?” she asked him softly, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
“Almost eleven,” he replied. “I didn’t want to wake you, especially because you work so late all the time and you said you were on a short vacation.”
Vicky smiled at him. He remembered things she had told him. It felt good to be listened to. “Thank you,” she said, meaning it in every way. “Did you have something planned for today?”
He turned to her and gave her a smile. “First of all, I was thinking breakfast.” Amos stood up from the bed, giving her a marvelous view of his body in all of its splendor. His cock was gigantic. So she hadn’t dreamt that…
“As you might have noticed last night, my kitchen here is shit,” he went on. “But there’s a waffle place up the road that’s pretty decent. Do you wanna put on your clothes and go there?”
Vicky suddenly recalled that this cabin also had no shower or tub to speak of. How on earth was a person supposed to live there? “Uh, yeah,” she replied. “Is there a place I could shower or something?”
Amos looked at her for a moment, and she wondered if he did not understand. Perhaps bear shifters preferred to bathe in the bayou, but that was not her idea of a good time. It was not exactly clean water. “We can take care of that after breakfast,” he said. “No one at Waffle House will care if you’re wearing yesterday’s clothes.”
He reached down and touched her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples until she laughed from how tickly it was. “On second thought, maybe I should make you dirtier before we go out.”
“I don’t think I could say no to that if I tried.”
His left hand quickly slid between her legs and cupped her pussy while playing with her clit. His right hand fondled and squeezed at her breasts. God he made her wet. She reached down and took his girth into his hand, stroking and pulling on his exquisite piece. “Please.. fuck me… now.”
“Not until you suck me first.”
He flipped around, and his giant cock was in her face. She let it slide down into her mouth, letting her tongue explore its contours as his face burrowed into her pussy, giving her short rapid licks. She began to feel intense pleasure, and felt that they were part of the same animal. She came instantly, wishing the moment would last forever when he turned around, and flipped her on to her back. She knew what was coming next.
“It’s my turn,” Amos whispered into her ear.
His large cock drilled into her, and he fucked hard.
He grunted, and growled, and trashed into her backside, until he let every last drop of his seed spill inside of her.
They collapsed entangled in a heap, as his eyes gleamed with gold.
“Now I’m really fucking hungry,” he said.
She got up and put her outfit from last night back on. The shorts were surprisingly okay considering she’d worn them all of yesterday, but her neon green shirt smelled atrocious.
Amos laughed when he noticed her grossed-out expression. He walked into the bathroom and she did her best not to stare so brazenly at his penis as he went. A few seconds later, he came back and tossed a spray can of Old Spice at her.
Vicky caught the deodorant with both hands and laughed. “Thanks pal.”
He grinned at her as she sprayed herself all over to try and diffuse the scent from last night’s sweatiness. “God, why do you even live in this place? It’s so sticky.”
“Hey now,” he said, chuckling. “I don’t go around asking you why you’re from Boston.”
He had a point there.
Once she was fully dressed and cleaned as much as she could be, and Amos had thrown on some ratty old jeans and a dark blue tank top, they headed outside to greet the day and the world again.
He drove with her on the motorcycle to the Waffle House. After the bike was safely parked and their helmets were stowed away, they walked hand-in-hand inside the place. While Vicky looked over the menu, trying to figure out what flavor of waffles she was in the mood for, Amos took out his cell phone and made a call.
“We’ve got a Code W just like I expected,” he said, not even trying to hide what he was saying from her.
She looked up from the menu at him, raising her eyebrows. What was a Code W? Did it involve waffles?
“Who are you talking to?” she asked.
“Shhh,” he said back, giving her a funny little half smile.
Even when he was shushing her like an asshole, he was sexy.
He was quiet for a few moments, listening to what was said on the other end. “Mmhmm, with me. Yep. At the Waffle House on MLK.”
Vicky raised her eyebrow at him. Did he always speak in code like that when on the phone?
Amos hung up and put his phone on the table so he would have it at the ready. She hated when people did that, but it wasn’t like this breakfast was really a date, right? No, it was just a post-coital, post-cuddle outing between two strangers.
“I think I want the blueberry waffles,” she said nonchalantly, as though she hadn’t overheard his side of the weirdly cryptic conversation. “But I feel like I always want the blueberry waffles. Maybe I should get the peach ones. Those seem southern enough to suit this place.”
“My friends from NOLA Ours are stopping by here,” Amos said.
She looked at him, her blue eyes so confused. She noticed as she stared at him that
his eyes weren’t green at all, but rather a strange hazel color. Mostly green, with a smidge of brown and a gold ring around his pupil.
Maybe that was why they’d appeared gold to her once!
“What are they coming here for?” she asked. “What’s Code W?”
Amos looked around to make sure that no one was nearby who could overhear them. The only other person who seemed to be there was the waitress. She was going around from table to table, cleaning things up and arranging the silverware on each table as though there was a mapped out, silverware placement grid that one must follow in order to stay a waitress at the prestigious eatery.
Mostly, she seemed bored.
Leaning in towards Vicky so the waitress would not hear them, even though she probably would not care, he explained himself. “Code W means werewolves. They’re coming to help me, help you with your situation.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What situation is that?” She was offended.
Amos shook his head. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant they’re going to help us with the problem with that guy who tried to kill you last night.”
“You think he will be back?”
“I know he will be back.”
Vicky leaned her back against the rigid, plastic booth. The last thing she needed was another werewolf vs. bear shifter attack on her conscience. One was enough. “How do you know?”
“Because you are imprinted,” he said matter-of-factly. “And, more importantly, because you are from the same werebear line as me. At least, I think so. But don’t worry about that. It’s not like we’re related closely or anything. We’re like fourth cousins twice removed or some shit like that.”
Her eyes became a bit vacant. What he was telling her didn’t make any sense! But it also made so much sense! “So… I’m a werebear, too?”
He nodded. “Yup. But don’t worry about shifting. You ain’t going to shift. Ladies just mate and, em… reproduce.”
“So I’m going to have a baby now?!”
Amos looked around, surprised and nervous about her shouting. The waitress was definitely looking at them now. She tilted her head at them.
He ducked down so his voice would be quietly contained within their booth. “Yes,” he hissed. “Most likely. That’s usually what happens after one of me mates with one of you.”
She lowered her head so she would speak softer too. She was livid. No one had told her having sex with him one time was going to make her insta-preggers! That was generally a risk when one had unprotected sex, but Amos was so agonizingly upfront and casual about it! “And when were you planning to give me this little bit of information?” she asked him.
“Today,” he said. “Just now.”
Vicky sighed. “So I have a baby bear inside me now?”
He nodded.
“And so now the werewolves are definitely going to want to kill you.”
“Oh, it’s werewolves PLURAL now??”
The waitress cleared her throat.
She was standing right there by their booth. She didn’t smile, but instead had the expression of someone who had been there too long and had heard too much in her life to ever experience anything new or interesting. “Do y’all know what you want?”
“I’ll have the peach waffles, and the Miss here will have the blueberry waffles. Thanks, hon.”
Vicky stared at him with wide eyes as the waitress took their menus back and went away to fetch their order.
“You didn’t have to order that just cos I wanted to try it,” she said.
Amos smiled at her. “I didn’t. I ordered if because I wanted it. But you can have some, if you want to try it.”
Slowly, she smiled back at him. If she had to be impregnated by a bear shifter, motorcycle club VP, werewolf hunter who lived on a bayou with no shower… at least she was with this one.
After about twenty more minutes, while they were feasting on their delicious, fruit-infused waffles, Amos’s motorcycle club buddies showed up. “Bonjour,” one of them said as they gathered up chairs and sat down.
“Vicky, please allow me to introduce Ray, Buzz, and Jean-Claude,” Amos introduced.
Jean-Claude was the one with the evil villain moustache who had spoken French. He was clearly a Creole.
Interesting group of friends.
Then it dawned on her.
“Did Jean-Claude name your club?” she asked.
“Oui,” he said with a smile. “How did you know?”
She smiled as the new information dawned on her. “NOLA Ours,” she said. “Ours is French for bears.”
The biker guys all grinned and nodded at her.
“Anyway,” Amos said, redirecting the conversation back where it belonged. “Here’s the plan. We head back to Miss Roberts’ apartment. The wolves will sense her presence, or they will be waiting right outside for her to come back. She goes in, we go in. We attack at the first sign of them.”
“Right,” Ray said.
“Inside the building?” Buzz asked.
Amos nodded. “Unfortunately, that’s how these guys like to play – rough. So we will play the game the way they want it. And beat them at their own game.”
Vicky sighed down at her waffles. “Only this game is not fun at all.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Familiar Sunrise
After gorging themselves on waffles, the bears all hopped onto their motorcycles – Vicky rode with Amos, of course – back towards her apartment in the heart of the city. The others did not go in with her. Amos did, because he knew that the wolf and his friends would be expecting him to be there, too. The way to ambush someone was to make them think they were catching you going about your business unawares.
Vicky pressed the elevator’s up button and went inside with Amos. As the door was closing, a pale arm stopped it and Stuart from art class slipped inside with them. The three of them rode up together as if nothing was off about anything. When the elevator stopped on Vicky’s floor, they all stepped out; the wolf kept his distance, pretending that he was not following them but so clearly doing just that.
“Honestly, this guy is an amateur,” Amos whispered to her.
She giggled a little, but that did not mean she wasn’t uneasy. She unlocked her apartment and they went inside.
That is when the wolf chose to strike. He and three other men that Vicky assumed were wolves came running towards her. They held the door open and came inside her apartment. She ran and hid beside Amos who grew and grew in his enormity until he was a large, black and brown bear again.
This time she noticed that, when he had transformed, the gold ring in his eyes became the color of his eyes. They had flashed gold that night!
Once he shifted, the pack of wolves followed suit until, before long, Vicky’s apartment was full of forest predators. Even more filled it as three large bears came crashing into the room. The rest of NOLA Ours had waited outside, giving the wolves that chance to feel they were safe.
The growling bears bit and snapped at the wolves as they lunged and bit right back at them. Vicky holed herself away in her bedroom, opening the door to peek at what was happening before closing it again before any of the enemies noticed where she had gone to.
While the werewolves were all strong and swift, the bears were stronger and Amos fought back ferociously. She is not just some she-bear, he thought. She is MY she-bear.
“Stay away from Vicky!” he roared, thrashing his long claws against Stuart. The wolf fell away, bloodied and limping. He did not stand a chance against Amos. None of the wolves did. No one could stand a chance against an angry papa bear protecting his lady and cub.
Jean-Claude stood on the gullet of one of the other wolves, pressing his paw down but not enough to completely choke the wolf. “If you ever come around here again, we will kill you.”
The werewolves began to whimper. They did not want to get involved in a fight versus four angry werebears. They hadn’t known that Amos would bring his friends. They were not so
loyal to Stuart that they were willing to get killed for his cause. They quickly high-tailed it out of there, as soon as they could.
Stuart, on the other hand, spat out blood, eyeing Amos a bit. It appeared as though, if he did not leave soon, he was going to die.
“You think that she bear loves you, don’t you?” he asked. “You think she cares about you at all? All she wants is her art and her school work. I have seen her there. I know where her passions lie.”
Vicky saw that as her cue. She came out of the bathroom, unarmed and unable to protect herself, aside from the fact that she had a massive werebear right there to keep her safe.
“Oh, come on,” she said to him, scoffing and shaking her head. She folded her arms in front of her chest. “You talked to me, what, three times? You don’t know what I’m passionate about. And I assure you, the answer is standing right there.”
Amos smiled. Well, if bears can smile, that’s what he did. It was more menacing-looking than happy, but she knew what he meant by it.
With that, he whipped his large paw towards the wolf again until Stuart finally got the message and scampered away.
Vicky smiled up at Amos and he smiled back down at her, his mouth slowly taking on more of an actual smile as he shifted back into his tall, beefy human form. As soon as he was back to Normal Amos, she jumped into his arms and hugged him close.
“He was wrong, you know.”
“Of course he was, darlin’.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
They gazed into each other’s eyes and then kissed.
Vicky’s place was a wreck. The pictures on the walls were all crooked if they hadn’t been knocked off and there was broken porcelain, smashed glass, and ripped up artwork everywhere. “Well, one thing’s for sure,” she said with a sigh. “I can’t stay here. I guess art class is over, too.”
Amos looked at her, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry we destroyed your apartment.”
