by Edith DuBois
Football season had just started up, and Franklin already felt the excitement, the bloodlust for victory, pulsing through his veins. Along with the sound system, he and his brothers had also installed a projector system with a 106” screen. Ordinarily, it was impressive, but during football season, its full glory was revealed.
After a successful field goal kick, the game split to commercial, and Franklin glanced outside to see what the weather looked like, wondering if a run in bear form would be a good idea. The weatherman had said there was a slight chance of rain that afternoon.
He looked out the wall of glass behind him and then sprang off the couch. Michelle was pedaling up his driveway. Even from inside the house, he could see that sweat covered her body and that her hair was wet with it, as well.
She looked fucking hot.
Suddenly, the realization struck him.
It was Michelle. She’d come back. She wanted to talk to them, maybe be with them. Everything was happening. Not thinking, only acting, he scrambled around the couch, bumping his thigh in his haste, and moved with purpose to the back door. He flung it open wide and didn’t bother to shut it.
“Michelle,” he called out to her because her head was down as she forced her tired legs to pedal.
She looked up at his call. Her eyes locked with his, and she stopped pedaling, letting the bike fall to the ground. She strode toward him, her eyes burning. Their bodies didn’t meet. They crashed.
He tasted her lips and the salt of her labor in their kiss. She pressed into him, and he could feel her thundering heart against his chest.
He could feel her full breasts, each tipped with a hard nipple that poked against his chest. His cock hardened and expanded. His bear roared from within, and Michelle moaned into his lips, making his face tingle.
Not pulling her lips away from his, she said, “I rode here from town. I wanted to think, to make sure. And it all brought me closer.” She pulled back to look at him, her words coming out in bursts from her panting. “But it wasn’t easy.” She looked up at him with an expectant frown. “Do you know? Do you understand? What I mean is I want to see you. I want to be with you.” She swallowed. “All of you.”
He took her chin firmly in his hand, more firmly than he intended. He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth and then stepped away from her. Not taking his eyes from her face and letting himself sink into the warm, brown depths of her eyes, he began removing his clothes. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he caught the scent of Michelle. Her sweat had sunk into the fabric, and he could smell her essence. It was like rainwater in a pail, the bark of an old willow tree, like freshly washed sheets that had been dried in the sun.
Standing before her fully naked, his cock straining with need, he felt a small flush wash over his chest and neck. Her eyes went to his cock and stayed there a long while. When she looked back into his eyes, her face was alive with feeling. He could plainly see how much she wanted him, and he wanted to see that on her body, too.
“You, too, Michelle.”
“Me?”
“As much as I want you now, after I shift and then shift back, there will be nothing on my mind but burying myself deep inside you.” Her eyes widened at his blunt statement. “But I want to enjoy the sight of you. All of you.” He intentionally repeated her words back to her.
There were about ten feet between them, and he stayed perfectly still as she first undid the zipper on her jeans and then slid them off her long, shapely legs. Her skin was delicate. His bear’s senses had latched on to the perfect smoothness of it, like creamed toffee or dark honey and milk. She took off her light jacket, its bright-red color stark against the brown pine needles that covered the ground. Then she shed her shirt and finally her bra and panties.
“Now let your hair down,” he said.
Slowly, she pulled out the elastic band, and her long, dark hair cascaded away from her hand to fall down over her shoulders. Her hands fell to her sides, and he and she both took their time looking at each other.
Although he’d had a few awkward groping sessions with women, he’d never been with one who allowed him to look at her body the way Michelle did now, like she wanted him to look, like she wanted to be seen in her nakedness. The women he’d been with had insisted on darkness for anything more intimate than kissing. Maybe that was partly his fault. He had never been with a woman that made him feel as strong and as powerful as Michelle. The darkness was an insult to the way he felt about her. He wanted her in the clean and open light.
“Are you ready? As soon as I shift, there’s no going back. That’s it.” He noticed her hands shaking, but she had a firm set to her full lips.
“I’ll count to three.”
He smiled, liking the idea. “Sure. Whenever you want, go ahead.”
“One,” she said, her voice a little shaky.
He felt a surge in his blood.
“Two.” She sounded stronger.
Their eyes locked, and he could keep his bear back no longer.
“Three.” She shouted it because a roar had ripped out of his throat. His muscles shook. Everything was inside for a moment, contained in an infinitesimal speck of existence, and then there was the explosion. That sudden loss of self, his conscience, as his thoughts and his body shifted.
The impact from landing on the earth-ground with his mighty bear-paws reverberated up his bear-legs. He snapped his head up. His sharp bear-eyes focused on the woman in front of him.
It was her.
His cream-skinned-Michelle.
He held the air quiet and still inside his huge bear-stomach. He moved his paws toward her.
A breeze moved through her dark strands. The strands flicked across the creamy skin of her soft woman’s cheek. His bear-eyes wanted to look their fill of raw naked beauty. She belonged to the earth. Just like he did. Just like his brothers.
He stepped so close. Her arms came up. Her tiny woman’s hands rested on each side of his bear-face. Her fingers curled into his rough bear-fur. She held him. He saw salty-eye-water gathering in her brown depths.
“You are beautiful,” came her feather-voice.
He sucked in the air. It held her. His cream-skinned-Michelle lived in the air. He pulled her woman-scent deep into his bear-stomach.
And then the magic was alive. It worked through his blood. Her scent was fresh and unclaimed. He took it deep into his body. Her skin, her blood, her heart, her flesh, her bones—all of it filled him. All of it belonged to him.
She was his cream-skinned-Michelle.
Forever.
* * * *
Michelle felt something. It trembled inside her, and it was powerful.
As soon as Franklin had smelled her, she felt it, somewhere deep. It wanted out. It flickered against her insides at the sight of him. Then, as fast as he’d burst outward into his bear form, as soon as he breathed deep, he’d shifted back into being a man.
And he was all man.
Her legs trembled, eager to wrap around his perfectly shaped form. His muscles were long and sinuous, shaped over his bones and his organs like they were carved from the hands of a deity. And maybe they were, for all she knew. Magic ran through his veins. It ran through his body.
Her hands twitched to hold him, and her pussy quivered, wanting his large, aroused cock buried deep and pulsing.
Franklin put his hands on her hips and lifted her. He’d started walking before her legs were wrapped all the way around his body. Her clit rubbed against the hard muscles of his stomach, and she moaned low in her throat, desperate for more. She could feel his cock against the delicate, sensitive skin of her ass. She knew her cum dripped down onto him.
Finally he stopped, setting her feet on the ground, his cock pressing up against her stomach as he pressed his lips to hers.
“You are mine,” he said, breathing hard. He knelt down, yanking her with him. They were on a slight hill covered in moss and leading to the small creek that ran through their property. He rolled so that she was beneath him
. “I’ve never done this, Michelle. I don’t know if I can be gentle. There’s a wildness in my blood. I can’t…it won’t end until…”
“Don’t you dare be gentle. Take me.” His eyes lit up like she wanted them to.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. But even if you did hurt me a little”—she leaned up and whispered in his ear—“I’d like it.” She ran her fingers down his back, cutting into his skin. He groaned with pleasure, and she felt his muscles shaking. “See?”
He nodded and then crashed his lips onto hers. He was rough, not smooth. He ground into her mouth, yet he trembled. “Take me hard,” she said. She grabbed his cock and put the tip to her wet, throbbing hole. “Take me,” she said again, her voice demanding. “Now!”
His hips moved, and he was inside. He plunged deep and hard, and she gasped at the raw sensation. His black eyes held hers. She couldn’t look away from him, and that wild thing, that terrible power she’d felt when he shifted in front of her, was fully awake now. “More,” she growled, thrusting her own hips up toward him. She moved her hands to his ass, digging her fingers into his hard, muscled buttocks, guiding him and pulling him into her. Every thrust of his dick was a battle to take him further inside her body.
She’d never been so needy or so wanton, but her body wasn’t her own. It was pulled and it was moving. His cock dove into her pussy again and again. All the time, their eyes held each other. The world disappeared until her thoughts became disorganized, until the only thing she could remember was that wild, untamed entity now writhing inside her. It wanted to join with him. With her fingers she scratched deep into the flesh of his back, using pain to spur him onward. She needed more. She couldn’t come until he broke through to the caged thing inside her.
His cock invaded her cunt with a preternatural fury.
“I can feel you,” he said, smashing into her. “Michelle, let me have you.”
Her body was so hot, and her pussy burned with the fiery need that clamored through her.
“Let me have you,” he demanded again, his voice shaking. “All of you!”
She arched up, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Everything went white, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her hands fell to the earth, but Franklin had one arm around her. It held her to him until he was the only thing she knew.
He was the only thing, her everything.
After a long moment, where nothing but Franklin and the white fire of their pleasure existed in her world, she fell back to the earth. Franklin moved to the side of her but left one heavy thigh nestled firmly between hers. One of his shoulders lay across her chest, and his arm held her body close to his. His lips kissed along her jawline.
She could smell him. It was so strong.
Bending her nose toward him, she breathed in deep. His scent flared through her.
It wasn’t enough.
She breathed in, again and again. She took his scent deep—his wants and his needs and his self. She took it deep to her core, and it twined itself around that wild, untamed thing at the center of her being.
She held him there, and they slumbered, their wild selves at peace.
* * * *
A diamond pelted her on the shin.
“Ouch,” she grumbled. Another one stung her thigh and another her hip. She heard them tinkling against the surface of the creek, and slowly her mind roused. Not diamonds, but tiny cold raindrops, were falling. Franklin still lay next to her, partly slung over her body. “Franklin,” she said, shoving his shoulder. “It’s starting to rain. Wake up.”
He mumbled something unintelligible.
The rain fell harder, and Michelle fought back a shiver. “Franklin,” she said again but louder. “Get up. It’s raining.” As if her words had summoned it, the water came down hard.
That woke him up.
He jumped but didn’t immediately roll off her. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he looked down at her. He grabbed some of her hair and spread it out on the ground around her. Water dripped off his face and onto hers, but it was warm from traveling across his skin.
“That was the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.”
She bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling. “Surely not…”
“Oh yes,” he said, his dark eyes burning into hers. She felt need coiling tight inside her, and she tightened her thighs around the one he still had nudged between her legs.
He put his hand to her cheek and then bent down. His full lips were warm as they fitted against hers. Water cascaded from his cheeks onto hers. He slid his hands under her shoulders and then lifted her up without breaking the kiss. They adjusted their bodies so that she was in his lap with her legs around him. He held her, his body keeping her warm as the cold rain fell over them.
Every sound but the sound of their breathing was muffled by the rain. Franklin slid his rigid cock slowly into the depths of her cunt. They moved together, their rhythm slow yet urgent. When he pushed himself in, he held her hips, and she squeezed herself tight around him. After a tense moment, they let go, and he slid out, taking his time to slide the tip of his cock against her inner walls as he moved out of her. Then he would push back in, pressing hard against another part of her insides, and when he moved all the way inside her, she would clench hard around him again.
He took her hand in his, kissed her palm, and then dipped their hands between their moving bodies. He put her fingertips against the swollen bud of her clit and then took his hand away. She began to swirl her fingers, and Franklin squeezed hard against her, driving his cock to her depths again and then again. Breathing hard, she pushed her forehead against the crook of his neck and shoulder, the tense pleasure her fingertips created making her whole body teeter on the edge of climax.
After a few more strokes her body shivered, and her orgasm rolled through her. She tilted her head back, her body overcome with tremors, and her eyes closed as Franklin continued to move inside her. Cold rain fell on her forehead and her lids and her cheeks. The water snaked down her body, and Franklin shoved himself deep and hard once more. His cum spurted inside her, and she bent her face to him again.
Smiling, he lowered his head to put his cheek against her wet breasts, and they stayed still for a long moment.
“Your heartbeat sounds good with the rain.” He looked up at her. “Are you cold?”
“Not when you hold me.”
He smiled and kissed her, warming her to her toes.
When they pulled away from each other, she grinned at him. “But I’m not saying a cup of hot chocolate would go amiss.”
Laughing, they climbed to their feet, slipping on the wet moss, and then raced each other to the house. Franklin gave her a big, fluffy towel and a warm sweater and long johns while their clothes were in the dryer.
“A healthy dollop,” she called out to him as he put whipped cream on her hot chocolate.
His white teeth gleamed between full lips. She loved his smile. His eyes squinted together in a picture of such delighted happiness that she couldn’t resist smiling back.
When he strode toward her with two mugs of hot chocolate, she thought she noticed a certain swagger that wasn’t there before. The wild creature inside her purred and flicked its tail and then curled up, satiated.
“Thank you,” she said, taking her mug. She sucked delicately at some of the melted whipped cream that had mixed with the warm chocolate below.
Franklin put his lips to the rim of his mug and then sucked up all of his whipped cream in one inhalation. Her mouth fell open.
“Franklin, you’re supposed to take your time. Enjoy it. Let it melt into chocolaty, creamy goodness.”
“I did enjoy it.” He licked his lips, his tongue darting out to capture some errant cream.
“You’re too adorable.” She leaned in and kissed him, rolling her tongue across his chocolaty, creamy lips. “Mmm,” she purred against him.
When she pulled away, he brought a whipped-cream-co
vered finger to his mouth. “Yep,” he said, smacking his lips together.
She looked down at her mug, noticing a suspicious gouge in the top of her whipped cream. “Franklin!” She glared at the prime suspect.
“Yours is good, too.”
“Thanks for testing it out for me because, you know, I wasn’t quite sure.”
“You better hurry up and drink that.”
“Why?” she asked, gingerly putting the warm mug to her lips.
“Because I’m gonna eat all your whipped cream.” He dipped his finger in again.
“Franklin!” she squealed, moving the mug to her opposite hand and holding it away from him. “No more.”
“Or what?”
“Don’t test me. When it comes to whipped cream, I get crazy.”
His mouth slowly curled up into a lascivious grin, his dark eyes holding warm light. “I think I like the sound of that.” His voice was low and suggestive, and suddenly her nerves were tingling. Her body was so aware of his. When he moved to take a drink of his hot chocolate, she felt it. She was aware of the little bit of air that stirred between them.
“How is this possible? How can I already want you again?” she asked. Her hands shook with the force of her wanting, and she had to put her mug down. Franklin did the same.
They came together like two speeding freight trains, crashing and exploding and spilling everywhere. They rolled onto the floor, clothes flying and their bodies joining.
* * * *
Elias noticed a bicycle on the ground dumped on the side of their driveway as he drove up toward the house. He and Thomas had miraculously managed to get off work at the same time, and now they both pulled into the garage. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled something. It was subtle, and he barely caught a trace of it, but there was definitely something sweet and intoxicating in the air.
“What is that?” Thomas asked, closing his door and poking his nose up to sniff more fully.
“I don’t know, but I like it.” Thomas’s parking spot was closer to the door, so he walked through first. As soon as the door opened, though, the smell intensified. It reached down and gripped Elias by the insides, threatening to pull him out of his skin.
