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Finally, I was stuffed to the point of bursting and I was sure that I couldn’t eat anymore. I sat back and watched as Gaston continued to eat, continued to stuff himself until one of the deer was completely stripped.

“The rest of the other one will still be good in the morning,” Gaston declared. “We’ll eat it before we set out.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Where… Where are we going?”

Gaston looked up into the sky, into the fading sun.

“I know of a village many miles from here, far beyond the control of the Chief… We will be safe there. We can, I think… Begin again there.”

I looked seriously at him. Begin… Again? What did that mean?

Could he really be imagining a life for us, together? Was that what he wanted?

Was that what I wanted?

My heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely see, barely think. I felt my face get hot and sweaty. I needed to get away, needed to think.

Without saying another word, I stood and started off towards the nearby river, feeling my hot face flushed, with tears coming to the fore.

Refuge

I stripped off my shift and waded into the river, sighing as the cool water swept over my warm, fevered flesh.

Was this what Gaston wanted? My naked body, forever and ever? I ran a hand over my belly, feeling my skin, feeling how full it was from dinner and perhaps from… From the baby? Could it be?

The ways my life had changed over the last few days astounded me but I knew now that there was no way I could back. There was no returning to my quiet, countryside village and our quaint ways and customs and our silly little festival for the Goddess. That was a different world now. It might as well have never happened.

Instead, what I had was… was Gaston. He was my savior, my beast, my man… And perhaps even the father of my child.

He could provide for me, take care of me… But would he ever love me? Would I ever love him?

Yes. Yes, I could and perhaps I already did. I felt the love, the passion, swelling up in my heart as I washed myself, as I sank into the cold, clear water. I held my breath for as long as I could and when I arose, gasping for air, I saw a figure emerging out of the twilight dusk, coming down to the stream.

It was Gaston. He was naked.

And god, did he look good.

“How’s the water?” he asked, his voice cool. I shuddered, hearing him say those words as he advanced on me. I wanted him. And I could tell, from his growing cock, that he wanted me too. That he wanted me, here, in the water, in this stream in the middle of a forest.

By now, the moon was just peaking out from behind a cloud overhead, the sun’s last rays finally having disappeared into the early evening gloom.

“It’s… It’s cold.”

“Cold?” he asked.

“Yeah. See?” I said, gesturing to my nipples, which were hard, rocky little nubs. He smirked.

“You need someone to warm you up.”

“I do,” I replied with a grin. “But do you think you can do it? You are injured, after all.”

“I told you, a flesh wound. Bears heal faster than normal humans. I’ll be back to fighting shape in no time.”

“If you say so.”

“I managed to run down two deer for our dinner,” he pointed out as he stepped into the water. He shuddered at the chill of the stream, and I found myself taking a certain amount of pleasure in seeing that.

“True… That you did…” I murmured, floating away form him, hoping he would come after me. I wanted to be chased…

“But it did take you a good three hours to do it. How many did you have to let get away before you got those two?” I added, a biting joke that even I didn’t know I had in me. I was proud of myself and judging from the surprised grin on Gaston’s face, he was too.

“Have you ever run down a deer, girl?” he growled, swimming over to me, seizing me with both hands, pulling me close to him, holding me fast, holding me tight.

“I can’t say I have…” I whispered huskily. “Though… I watched the men from our village hunt them.”

“Hunt?” Gaston asked. “Or run them down?”

“What’s the difference?” I asked, feeling my nipples harden, pressing myself against my bearman.

“A man with a bow and arrow, slinking through the woods, hiding like a coward, putting his arrow in a deer’s neck… It’s not the same as running alongside the deer, giving it a chance, biting into the beast and feeling its blood running down your lips…” he said hungrily. I could all but hear the blood dripping off his words, taste the passion for the hunt, the desire to kill.

The violence inherent in his words, inherent in his stare and in the hunger of his lips… It all sent chills down my spine and made my knees weak. Fortunately, we were in the water and he was already holding me tight, so I simply sank into his arms, feeling dizzy.

“It’s different,” he said, suddenly defensive.

“Shut up,” I whispered, leaning in to claim his lips with mine. But a moment into our kiss, he overwhelmed me, nibbling, and then biting my lips, biting me hard. I gasped into the kiss, pressing my breasts into his strong chest, savoring the way his muscles bulged and twitched against my soft skin…

And I also savored the way his cock pressed into my belly. I wanted him inside of me again. And I wanted to taste him. I wanted to suck his cock, suck him hard, and taste his seed flowing into my mouth.

I remembered the way the girls in my village talked about doing… that… for boys. For boys, behind barns, down on their knees, the girls sucked them, since it meant that the boys didn’t pressure them to actually make love, to actually run the risk of pregnancy… It became a standard rite of passage in our village, and had been for years, generations probably.

But I had never done it. Not in the village. But with Gaston… I wanted to suck him, wanted to make love to his cock whenever I could. I loved the way he tasted and more than that, I loved him, loved his strength.

I reached down and wrapped my tiny fingers around his thick cock, whimpering in delight as I felt his massive flesh, knowing that it would be inside of me soon. I began to stroke his cock with my finger tips, running my fingers along his hard rod, tracing the trajectory of the thick, bulging vein that stood out from his shaft.

He grunted when I gripped his cockhead, rubbing it, twisting it, and then grabbing his cock, his shaft, and holding it with both hands as I began to jack it off. I whimpered, hungry to feel him lose control.

“Oh, damn it all…” Gaston muttered, grabbing me hard and pressing me into a nearby rock, pressing me over the rock, with my ass facing him.

“Are you going to take me now?” I whispered hungrily, the passion and desire dripping from my words, my desperation to feel him inside of me mounting with each passing second, with each passing moment.

“Does this answer your question?” he asked with a grunt, pressing his cock between my thighs and into my tightness. My pussy offered some resistance but that resistance immediately collapsed as my pussy wrapped itself around him, grabbing his cock tight and all but sucking him in.

“Oh, gods…” I whimpered, hanging my head, closing my eyes as the pleasant ache of love-making returned. “Oh, gods, Gaston, it’s so bloody good…”

He grabbed me hard by the hair, pulling me back, hungry growls reverberating deep in his throat.

“You’ll take my cock, darling,” he whispered. “Tonight and every night… From now on…”

“Yes, please!” I groaned, pressing my ass back into him, taking him deeper and deeper, gasping with each thrust as he fucked his cock into me.

He gripped my hair hard, threading his fingers into my locks, digging his nails roughly into my scalp. The pain was all pleasure and I closed my eyes tight, whimpering and gasping with each thrust as his cock pulsed inside my tight hole, my pussy walls gripping his cock hard, gripping him achingly and hungrily, sucking him deep in with each thrust.

Gaston dug his teeth hard into the back of my shoulder and I whimpered again, letting out a delighted gasp as he all but drew blood. I loved the way he mixed pleasure and pain, the way he drove into me, and the way it seemed that he made love to me with his entire body…

Faster and faster, harder and harder, he pounded me, he slammed his body weight into me, pounding my tightness without remorse. I knew I would be aching in the morning but I didn’t care… I loved the way he made love to me, and I looked forward with all my heart to the future—a future with my bearman, with my werebear, making love to him every night and bearing his bear children…

I found myself, unsurprisingly, on the verge of orgasm. I flung my head back, finding his lips on my neck now, my body wracked with ecstasy as my insides spasmed around Gaston’s cock.

“Oh, gods! Oh, oh, oh…” I squealed, shaking and cumming, loving every moment of it. My orgasm alone—that electrified pleasure which lanced through every cell of my body—was too much for him and before I knew what was happening, I could feel his cum flowing into my hole, into my womb.

He was seeding me again, plowing my field, driving himself and his essence into my fertile womb. Yes, I could feel his seed quickening inside of me, and a rumble in my stomach—was it just my imagination? God, I wanted it—wanted to bear his child, his bear-child…

He grunted and growled the entire time he came, the entire time he planted his essence in me. He sounded more like a beast now than a man and I loved it, loved the way he smelled, the way he sounded, everything about him.

Finally, he slid himself out of me, his cock sloppy and soft.

Sleep came on fast. I was vaguely aware of Gaston, picking me up and carrying me out of the stream and into our lean-to, draping a fur over me.

“I will bear your children…” I whispered to Gaston, drunk on his love and looking up at him, my insides sticky and aching.

“Aye, that you probably will… And for that, I apologize,” he said gravely.

“Why?” I asked, innocence echoing in my voice.

“It’s no easy life, being the mother of bear children, nor the woman of a werebear.”

“I lost any sort of easy life I could have had, now, didn’t I?” I asked, smugly.

He smiled sadly at me and that was the last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep.

Epilogue

It has been five years since we reached the village Gaston spoke of. It’s not perfect but… But it’s home now.

Our home. My home, with Gaston and our boys.

I had twins eight months after we arrived in the village. Gaston waited outside the midwife’s tiny, tidy hut, pacing back in forth down the main road in the village while the midwife delivered our boys, bringing them into the world: all chubby cheeks and sharp teeth, abnormally hairy and fierce even as newborns. They did not howl and cry so much as groan and growl.

They’ve grown into adorable little monsters, with tawny flesh and mischievous eyes. Both have thick shocks of curly dark hair and handsome, charming features, as if sculpted from marble. We named one Kuma and the other Urza, names for “bear” in the ancient languages of a far-off land that Gaston had once heard of.

Flecks of grey have started to appear in Gaston’s hair and beard. He used some small savings that he had packed away to open a black smith’s shop—the first in the village. He’s already become successful—the local farmers love having a reliable smith in town, rather than having to travel an hour to the next village over to get their tools fixed or to pick up a new sickle.

The chief’s men have never found us here. Every once in a while, Gaston mentions to me that he’s heard rumors of strange men, several villages over, asking about a bearman and a young, black runaway slave… But our village is so small, so obscure, that it doesn’t even have a name and never manages to attract outsiders.

I do fear the day they arrive, but I knew Gaston will be ready.

He’s been forging a sword: a huge blade as tall as I am, razor sharp, with an intricately woven handle and guard to protect the users hands during combat…

But I know that Gaston won’t even make use of it. I know he would transform, simply turning into a bear, a huge mass of flesh and fur and claws… And that’s the way he would destroy those who come to hurt us.

But now my story must end, for Gaston is home from working and the boys are playing with the neighbors, so I know he will want to love me. I’ll strip off my dress and wait in our warm, cozy hut, ready to wrap my legs around him and let him take me to his heart’s delight until we hear the shouts of our sons running home…