Hannah kept her eyes locked on him. His long fur was a soft dark golden. His face was a darker brown and his muzzle was white. He sniffed the air. She was upwind, he surely wouldn’t pick up her scent. He was gorgeous. And huge.
As silently as she could, with her eyes still fixed on him, she reached in for her camera. The big SLR was in the bottom of her pack and there was no way she’d get it out without him hearing, and that would certainly scare him off. At least, she hoped that was what would happen.
You heard stories of people being chased by bears, but you hardly ever heard them from the people who had been chased. Bears are fast runners.
Her hand found her compact camera and she slid it out without a sound. She lifted it and as she held it up to her face, the bear became still. The camera made a tiny, high pitched whine as Hannah turned it on. The bear’s head turned slowly, it seemed almost lazily, in her direction. She held her finger on the shutter button.
On full auto exposure, the camera took about four frames a second. For each shot it made a click. The bear stood up. Still looking right at Hannah. Running was not an option. She knew that the right thing to do was to stand. Most times, she’d heard it said, the bear will avoid confrontation with humans and leave.
She could not make herself stand. Her legs refused to cooperate. She held the camera in front of her but not in front of her face. He stood, lifting his snout. Sniffing the air. His bright, brown eyes still fixed on her. He was a fantastic creature.
With no sign of hurry, he dropped forwards and loped towards her. He moved like an oversized Labrador in slow motion. Graceful and easy. Without moving the camera, Hannah pressed the shutter. Why not?
In about half a dozen easy bounds, the huge golden bear was up the slope and rearing up, right in front of Hannah. He looked in her eyes. She looked at him. She kept the camera shooting, although she was only guessing how it was framed. She could be spending her last moments on earth taking twenty pics of the bottom half of a bear’s stomach.
Ridiculously, her brain told her, you should turn the camera. This is a portrait pic, not landscape. Frozen to the spot and looking at the bear, Hannah wondered whether standing up would be the better thing to do now, or should she wave her arms and make a noise?
“Alright, Kyle,” The strong, deep voice she recognized came from just behind her. She still didn’t dare move to look around. Duncan said, calmly, “Enough now, Kyle.” The bear’s head dipped. He looked even more heartbreakingly lovely. “We’ll talk later.”
The bear dropped to all fours with his eyebrows arched. He landed with his muzzle less than two feet from Hanna’s face. She smelled his fur. She saw the damp on his nose. Her panties, she realized were soaked. The bear looked up at Hannah, then dipped his head before he turned, as unhurriedly as he had come, and loped back down to the woods and away out of sight.
Hannah sat, still and silent. She watched where the bear had left.
There was the trace of a smile in Duncan’s voice behind her. “Do you want to me to fuck you yet?”
Still without turning her head, Hannah’s voice was thick and low as she said, “I’m thinking about it.” For clarity she added, “I wouldn’t say it was out of the question.”
Hannah was still trembling when she and Duncan got back to Great Bear Inn. She accompanied him to the bar and they settled in a quiet booth by the window.
Duncan asked her, “Did you try the honeyed bourbon yet?”
“Are you kidding? It was still mid-afternoon when I was in my room.” Hannah blushed as she recalled the short time she had spent in her room. The time she spent in the shower more specifically.
Duncan shrugged. “Now would be a good time to try it, then. Or maybe you should take a shot of bourbon straight. You look like you could do with a stiffener.”
Hannah agreed to a shot of bourbon straight. As Duncan got up to fetch their drinks, Hannah couldn’t help noticing he had some pretty effective stiffening going on, in the front of his pants. Looked like every part of this man was super-sized.
The smoky liquor slipped out of the cool heavy glass and hit the back of Hannah’s throat like a firework. She shuddered as its heat rasped down into her chest. She gulped, then said, “I wonder what kind of pictures I got. I didn’t see the screen while I was shooting.”
Duncan’s low voice set off a rumble she felt in her jeans. “I do too. But not as much as I wonder if you’ve decided for me to fuck you yet.” Hannah’s hand reached up behind her ear, into her hair. She flushed as she struggled to keep from squirming. He went on, his voice lower. Harder. “Looks to me like you really need it.”
It felt like it to her, too.
She cleared her throat and said, “I have the feeling this wouldn’t just be a one-time straightforward fuck.”
“Straightforward’s good.” His lip curled. “There are lots of other ways that are good, too. You should try ’em all.” His smoky voice, his eyes the color of whiskey and the heat of his body near hers all set Hannah’s nerves jangling.
He watched her, his eyes dancing with amusement as she fought to keep control. “You might like to have some restraint.”
Her eyes flicked up at him and her eyebrow raised.
“Imposed restraint” he said. “You may like to be restrained.”
Her voice faltered, “Tied down, you mean?”
“Tied,” he said slowly, “Bound maybe. Strapped, perhaps.”
He watched her consider it. He didn’t give her too long. “Strapped and slapped. You would like that.”
Hannah took another sip off the bourbon. There were no other customers in the bar. She felt hot in her pants. Her chest heaved. Her mouth was dry. She bit her lip. Then her tongue slipped out involuntarily to moisten her lips. Her eyes shone.
Duncan took her hand. She jolted as his fingers touched her palm. His body straightened and he said, “Get up.”
She stood. Shaking. He stood and reached over to her. He took the back of her neck with his large, strong fingers. As he pulled her towards him, his thumb stroked the line of her chin and down her throat. Her heart pounded. Her lips parted.
He bent to put his mouth on hers. He pulled her to him and she felt the heat and strength of his body. The fur of his beard made a seal to close around their mouths.
Her arms flew around him and he kissed her with passion. Her tongue met his as their breath combined. As her breath became his. As she became his. Hannah’s big, soft breasts heaved hot, pressed tight against him. Her nipples were hard and sore inside her clothes.
He held her hair and pulled her head back. Fastened his mouth on her throat. His strong, hot lips on her soft, white flesh. He pulled her hair a little harder.
“How about now, Hannah, are you ready for me to fuck you?”
She knew that she should run. Back to her room, back to the city, back to the safety of the dull and frustrating little life she knew, just a few hours before. There was something going on here that she didn’t understand at all. This, whatever it was, could get very far out of hand, very fast indeed.
Her voice was tiny, “yes. Please.”
“Let’s see.”
His powerful hand slid down her body. Over her breasts. Down her quaking stomach. Down to her belt. Into her pants and, at last, finally down inside her panties. His big fingers touched her. Arose her. Slipped into her folds and up to her aching, quivering bead. She gasped as he circled her, slid under her hood.
Her hips bucked and her knees shook as he massaged her clit, his face moving down her throat.
Her voice shook, “What if somebody comes?”
His voice was a soft growl, “Nobody will. Only you.” He raised his head and looked into her rolling eyes. “A few times, at least. Then me.”
“Duncan?” He raised a thick eyebrow as he stroked into her swollen petals.
“How come you could talk to that bear?”
“Kyle?” His finger slid up. She groaned as her knees almost gave way. She nodded.
“M
e and Kyle are brothers.” He parted her with his fingers and her head thrashed from side to side, swinging her hair free. She couldn’t think what he meant by that, but she couldn’t make much sense of anything. Not now. One thing, maybe.”
“Duncan?”
“Hannah.”
She said quietly, “Fuck me now.” Her watering eyes flashed at him, “Please?”
“I’m not going to take my hand away,” he pressed harder and she whimpered as the sensation swelled up, from her core through her chest. “So, Hannah?”
She bit her lip and her hips slid her harder onto his hand as he said, “Get your clothes off.” His arm supported her back as he yanked on her hair. “Now.”
The tides of sensation rose and swelled within her as his hand expertly shoved her from one plateau on up to the next. She struggled clumsily out of her clothes as fast as she could. The few times she had spent with boys and men, she usually kept herself covered as much as she could, and always with the light off.
With Duncan, she thrilled at the fire leaping in his eyes as she peeled off her shirt and then her pants. His mouth fastened on her stomach and fed hungrily as she pulled off her bra. When her milky breasts were free his eyes widened and his mouth devoured her, sucking on both of her nipples. Softly at first, then harder.
Still his hand, up between her shuddering thighs pushed her on to the next, higher, more desperately intense climax. His fingers inside her, rhythmically stroking. At the front. Slowly. And his thumb. Outside. Circling her clit.
Hannah’s hands clawed and grasped. Her back arced. Her soft stomach rolled. Her muscles tightened in spasms. Coming faster. Deeper. Bigger. Her juices gushed hot and tangy onto his hand and down her thigh. The heady scent in her nostrils set her off on another cascade of shuddering tremors.
He swept the glasses and cutlery and sugar bowl and whatever else off the table with his forearm. The pieces were still clattering to the floor as he laid her onto the table. The top was just large enough for her from her head to her ass. Her limbs draped and hung off the sides. He pulled off his neckerchief. Tied her ankle to one leg of the table. Tight.
Took a linen napkin off another table. Tied her other ankle to a table leg. Her thighs were splayed wide. She was tied open. Her whole body shook. It was hard to lift her head. His hands, his huge, strong spans of fingers and skillful thumbs were all over her body. He sucked hard on her nipples.
Her back arched and stretched. He took her nipple deep into his mouth. Sucked it in. Rolled his strong tongue around it. She twisted and moaned. He licked it. Flicked it. Sucked it deeper. Sucked it in and out.
Her body shook. Her head and her arms flailed. Then his mouth found her mound. His hot, strong, wet, curling, mobile lips pressed into her hair. Sucked her heat. Slurped her juice. Then his tongue. Her clit buzzed with pain and pleasure so intense they were the same.
His tongue. Her clit felt its wet strength. And it agonized as he held back. Nuzzling. Testing. Drawing her out. She was strapped wide open. Her weight only pulled her wider, exposed her more. His tongue teased her open to even greater vulnerability.
It snaked down to her opening, tasted her lips in full, pressed their softness wide apart and opened her. Entered her. Penetrated and invaded her. Her body thrashed and beat in the moisture that was pooling on the wood table top. Her pelvis rocked and bucked. Her soft ass rippled and rolled and her thighs shook.
Her flesh rippled in waves, from her soft shoulders, her pillowy breasts, her creamy stomach down to her bouncing ass and her desperate thighs. The currents of clenching, opening, clasping and gushing sensation rolled out across her whole body.
Duncan’s long, muscular tongue reached high into her and she cried out. He sucked greedily as her juices gushed into his waiting mouth.
When her trembling subsided again, he stood up. He held up her pack and fished inside it. Putting the pack down, he brought out her little compact camera. With a devilish look in his eyes he said, “Let’s see the bear now.”
Duncan worked the little camera and then turned it to show Hannah the screen. She saw the great golden grizzly, down in the valley and looking straight up at her. The picture was crisp and instinctively she hoped the definition was good enough. The pic looked like a real winner and she Hannah was excited. Duncan clicked through the sequence.
As the bear rose and stood, the pictures only got better. Duncan clicked through more of the shots and the bear came nearer. The framing was excellent. Hannah could see tuition fees denting.
As the great beast bounded closer she could make out the details of his fur, the shine in his eyes. Then he rose again. He looked right in the lens as he stood, magnificent against the steely blue sky with the forest behind him. Then Hannah noticed his chest. It looked like human skin and muscle. As the pics went on, a man’s face appeared through the fur.
Hannah was confused. Still tied, she struggled. Duncan’s voice was thick and dark. “You see it now.”
“He looks like…” not JUST a man, Hannah realized, “He looks like you!”
“I told you.” Duncan’s words rang through her, “We’re brothers.”
Hannah’s head shook. She couldn’t take it in. Duncan went on,
“Cameras pick it up before the human eye. No-one knows why. Could be the brain rejects it.”
They’re brothers. He meant it as simply as that.
“Are you ready now, Hannah?”
His brother is a bear.
Hannah strained to lift her head, to see him properly.
Does that mean…
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
She spoke before she’d had time to think. “God, YES!”
“I’m sure you’ve realized by now, Hannah. There are three of us.”
She hadn’t. She thought about it.
“You met Hamish on reception earlier.”
Hannah remembered his eyes and the scent of him.
Three of them.
“Think about it,” he said, “afterwards.”
Through a dizzying haze, she saw Duncan pull his belt open and then drag it out through the belt loops, one by one. On his reddened, wet face burned an urgent, raw hunger.
“I need to move you.” He said, untying her ankles.
“Do what you want,” she said, drowsily, “Take what you want.”
He lifted her like she was a bunch of orchids, and as though she weighed no more than a single stem. As he turned her tenderly in his arms, his pants came in reach of her hands. The strain at the front must have been so very uncomfortable for him. She wanted so much to release it. As her hand stretched towards him and she felt the heat pulsing from him, she wanted to blow him, to cradle him on her tongue, to take him in her mouth.
He slapped her hand away. His voice cracked like a whip. “Wait.”
She looked up into his eyes. She felt his need. He turned her to face the table. Her cool buttock thwacked and stung as his massive, powerful palm slapped her, hard. “Wait, or ask permission.”
She looked around, over her shoulder. He was taking down his zipper. That huge, hot strain would soon pop forward out of the front of his pants.
Her voice was small, uncertain. “May I?”
“No.” He smacked her other cheek. The thick, heavy softness of her ass shook slowly as the hot sting spread. The pang excited her. “I’ve told you.’ He said, then he smacked both cheeks, one after the other.
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