Hansel's Bear (Erotic Shifter Fairy Tale) (12 page)

“
Fuck, Fuck…ahhh,
Black-ber-ry.” He cupped her face and joined the tempo of her oral
play by thrusting between her hands and lips.

She added more effort to her
manipulation, thinking about the alternating technique he’d used on
her. Increasing her speed, she pushed him higher toward an orgasm.
She sucked, circled and flicked along the tiny opening that had
tightened.

His body was now trembling in her
hands and his words were more guttural than actual
language.

Glancing up at him, she could see his
head was tipped far back. She couldn’t even see beyond his chin.
But the veins raised in his neck and the tight grip he held on her
hair spoke volumes of the intensity of his pleasure.

Slipping her hand down his length, she
cupped the sack, now drawn so tight at the bottom of his cock it
had practically disappeared. However, what she could grasp, she did
and she fondled the two balls within.

“
Shi-i-t…ohhhh, he-lllll,
yes!” He roared as he bucked one last time into her mouth and
climaxed.

Swallowing his hot thick, creamy
release, she rejoiced at the fact she had been able to bring him
there. His earthy, cashmere musk scent increased and surrounded
her.

After one final groan, he stepped back
and removed the rest of his clothing. Big, naked and proud, he
stared down at her. “I don’t want the memory of taking your
innocence on the floor, which is where we’re headed if you don’t
take that saucy ass of yours into the bedroom.”

Slowly, she pushed up from the seat
and stood before him. “Wow, I don’t think more romantic words have
ever been spoken between lovers.” She winked at him.

“
If you want romance,
you’ve come to the wrong Were-bear. However, if you want to be
fucked properly, I’m at your service.”

With her full mating heat upon her,
the last thing she or her bear wanted was a slow, gentle ride.
“I’ll take fucking…this time.” Closing the gap between them, she
palmed the back of his head and kissed him hard. Moving away, she
left little space between their lips as she whispered, “Show me
what you got, big bear.”

He growled. Before she knew what was
happening, he had her lifted up in his arms and her legs wrapped
around his hips. “With pleasure.”

Turning them toward the room he
marched with fierce purpose, not stopping until there was a
mattress beneath them.

She moaned and he settled over her. By
his earlier words, she would have anticipated him just shoving into
her, quick and hard. Instead, he kissed her, leisurely and gently,
as if he were making love to her mouth.

Returning his kiss, she fingered the
long strands of his silken hair. She wanted to imprint everything
about this night and this Were-bear into her mind. He would be gone
when day came, but he’d be forever in her heart.

That thought shocked her. However, she
pushed it away, she’d analyze it later. Much later. If she allowed
herself to dwell on hidden feelings toward Hansel, she would attach
more meaning to this night. She couldn’t afford that risk, to her
mind or her heart. She needed to put them back on the path of
mindless lust.

Palming his face between her hands,
she pushed him back until she could meet his eyes. “Don’t make me
wait any longer….I want to feel you inside me. Now!”

A frown creased his forehead, but then
cleared away. His features relaxed as he said, “You got
it.”

After a quick kiss on her lips, he
shifted his body until she felt the head of his cock pressing
against her sex.

Her breath caught.

“
Don’t tense up…look at
me, Greta.” He balanced his weight on one elbow beside her
shoulder, as his other hand stroked her clit, sending her arousal
up Pleasure Mountain again.

“
I trust you.” She trusted
him not to hurt her physically, but even as she was prepared and
ready for this giant leap into mature Were-bearhood, she still
didn’t trust the impact this night would have on her heart.
Will this really make a difference in who I am?
Am I making a mistake? Should I stop this?
Thoughts rambled through her mind.

Just when she was set to bring it all
to a halt, she gazed into his eyes. There was an emotion there,
sincere and honest. She wasn’t sure what Hansel felt about her, but
there was something that connected the two of them that she could
not explain.

Staring deep, she tried to see into
his heart…his soul, but there was more than one wall that appeared
to be blocking her. This Were was open to passion, but everything
else within him was closed off.

Who are you, Hansel?
Really?

“
Stay with me, Greta.” His
thumb caressed her cheek as he slipped inside her, moving at a
steady gradual pace.

She exhaled and gripped his shoulders
tightly. “I’m here with you.”

When he paused, the head of his cock
pushing into the barrier of her innocence, she felt his body
quivering against her own. Or maybe she was shaking enough for the
both of them. She was apprehensive, but not afraid.

“
Don’t stop.” Cupping the
back of his head with one hand, she brought his mouth to hers and
kissed him, pressing her tongue far between his lips and showing
him what she wanted from him.

His hand moved from her clit and
gripped her hip as he lunged forward, clearing the resistance and
burrowing all way in—seated to the hilt.

He swallowed her scream and held her
tight as she quaked and adjusted to the new, wondrous feeling of
being impaled and stretched wide.

Vibrations tickled her lips as he
groaned, but remained still.

Wanting to experience everything, she
was the first to move. She rotated her hips. Heat shot from her sex
up her spine. She broke the kiss. “Oh, my.”

“
It gets better.” He
chuckled and pulled out all the way, then with one solid stroke he
was all the way in again.

“
It does…” She arched up
to him taking him deeper.

“
Are you alright?” His
lips were pressed to her ear.

She nodded, the fervent passion seemed
to rob her of the ability to formulate words.

“
Good.” Hansel’s thrusting
became more forceful. He ground his hips against her causing the
head of his shaft to graze along some secret spot along the top of
her walls.

“
Ohh….” Burying her nails
into his shoulders, she locked her ankles at the small of his back
and moved with him.

“
Damn, you’re so fucking
wet and tight….”

She wanted to praise him as he was
her, but she couldn’t think, only feel. Satisfaction of this
magnitude had never been a part of her life before. This experience
of lovemaking…fucking, between a female and male was something she
should not have forbidden herself over the years. What was it like
between mates?

As that question rolled
around in her mind, her body began to tremble from within her
belly, her sex felt sensitive and alive at the same time. Every
thrust of Hansel’s cock seemed to drive her closer and closer to
insanity. She wasn’t sure if she could handle much more. This
wasn’t the same orgasm building as the two she had earlier by his
mouth. No, this was different, something more….something
intense
.

Then it happened, her world exploded,
the stars collided and the moon became one with the sun and nothing
would ever be the same again.

Hansel’s buff arms surrounded her and
held her tight to him as he bucked against her and filled her with
his heat, growling out his own completion.

Secure in his bear hug, she buried her
nose along his neck and inhaled. She wanted to remember the feeling
of being in his arms and his smell. Could there ever be anyone else
for her?

Mine
.

Her bear seemed to make a claim on
Hansel, a claim she could not agree with. This was only for one
night. Mutual desires fulfilled. Nothing more.

Easing back from her, he looked down.
“You still doing okay, Blackberry?”

Smiling and feeling overwhelmed she
exhaled before answering him. “I’m all good.”

Pulling out, he pressed his cock back
in. “You think you can go another round?”

She hissed before she could catch it,
feeling the sting in her tender sex. “Yeah…um, I’m game.” Sinking
her teeth into her bottom lip, she tried not to wince as he slipped
out.

He chuckled. “Sure, you are.” Shaking
his head, he untangled himself from her legs. “You don’t have to be
brave. Let’s go for a shower and see if we can take away some of
that ache before round two.”

Taking the hand he offered her, she
allowed him to pull her up from the bed. “What about the mating
lust?” The golden tint over the world around her, was still a
little hazy, not as bright as before, but evident
nonetheless.

His brow crinkled, as if he were
unsure. “It should keep.” He took hold of her hips and stirred her
body toward the bathroom

“
Don’t you know?” She
padded along before him. Soon her feet greeted the cool tile floor.
“I mean, I’m leaning on you for all your erotic knowledge,” she
teased.

“
No.” There was sharpness
to his words and she could now see that his frown had gotten
deeper, causing flecks of onyx to show in his golden
gaze.

Stepping away, she turned and stared
at him. She wasn’t afraid, but she didn’t care for his tone one
bit.

He forced out a harsh breath and
shoved his unruly, sex-tussled hair away from his face with a
single hand. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean for it to come
out like that.” Setting his hands on his hips, he stared down at
the floor. “It’s never been like this for me before. So, so
intense, all-consuming.” He shook his head.

“
I’ve always heard about
the mating lust and assumed that it happened every time. A part of
our Were sexual appetite.”

Shrugging his shoulders he met her
gaze. “Maybe. It’s possible. In my past all my encounters have been
with human women. I kept away from sleuths.”

She was frowning now. “When you got
away, didn’t you return to your people?”

“
No.” Closing the distance
between them, he nipped the side of her neck.

Shivering, she melted against
him.

“
Do you really want to
talk right now? Because I have a few suggestions for what we can do
with our mouths instead.” He set kisses along her collarbone and
then lowered himself until he could draw one of her nipples into
his mouth.

Moaning, she held him to her. “Hm, we
can talk later.”

Circling her waist, he pulled her
against him and lifted her up until her breasts were level with his
face. Nuzzling her boobs he carried her into the shower.

“
Um, don’t we need some
water?”

Tipping his head back, he winked. “I
was planning to bathe you.” Leaning in he circled the tight tip
with his tongue.

She squirmed against him. “I’m
sure.”

Allowing her to slip down his body
until her feet were steady on the shower floor, he reached out and
turned on the nozzle of the shower.

“
Ah!” She screamed as the
icy water hit her back. Dancing away, she stuck out her bottom lip.
“That is cold.”

“
I bet my original bathing
suggestion is more desirable now,” he taunted.

“
Let’s see how you like
the cold spray.” She shoved him back two steps.

Quickly he grabbed her waist and
pulled her against him. “It’s perfect now.”

He claimed her mouth in a kiss, and
all she could think was how right he was…this was just
perfect.

~YH~

“
Tell me about your
experience at the evil circus, Hansel.” Greta lay curled along his
side, her fingers idly drawing slow designs on his
chest.

He caressed her hip with one hand,
while his other rested under his head against the pillow.
Continuing with the strokes to her warm, satiny skin he stayed
quiet for long moments. The mating heat was subdued for the time
being. It had taken hours and multiple positions between Greta’s
thighs, before he could even see clearly. He didn’t regret one
moment.

His bear growled within him,
unsatisfied.

Hansel knew why. After he and Greta’s
shower session, when they’d ended up back in the bed with him
inside of her, this time in a Were’s favorite position, female on
all fours before him, he had taken her deep and hard. Greta had
participated just as vigorously, bouncing her plump ass back
against his hips. His cock was hard and wet from her cream as he
thrust into her tight pussy and everything had gone a rich shade of
gold before him. The haze of the mating lust was so thick he
couldn’t see. However all his other senses had opened up fully. He
could smell the potent bouquet of Greta’s heat, the wood and polish
of the cabin. His ears picked up every moan and whimper of the
female tearing at the sheets before him and the night animals and
insects in the forest around them. The most heightened was his
sense of touch/feeling. It was not just that he could feel every
nuance of texture of Greta’s body where they touched or the air
along his skin, but the baring of his gums as his canines lowered
took most of his concentration. Not because it was happening for
the first time while he was having sex, but more importantly
because he had to fight them back and resist the urge to do what
his bear had urged him to do—MARK GRETA.