Page 69 of Fearless Bond

“Y-yes,” I stammered. I hadn’t expected him to be so casual about it. But then again, for him, this was everyday life.

The transformation was much faster than I would have thought possible. He quite literally burst into a giant ball of fur. He plonked down on his butt as he grew, filling the space until I was staring at a grizzly bear sitting on the living room rug with his clawed paws in his lap.

God, he was a beast. Even sitting down, he was much taller than me. His fur looked shiny and soft, not matted like the bears I’d seen at a zoo in the city when I was younger.

His big brown eyes looked a little needy. He raised his paws and made a come-here gesture.

My heart pounding, I approached him carefully. I was about to pat his arm when he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.

Oh wow.He was so warm and fluffy. I combed my fingers through the pelt on his chest and arms, and he lowered his head, poking my hand with his nose.

“You’re asking for scratches like a puppy,” I said.

I couldn’t tell if the rumbling sound he made was a laugh or a growl. I stroked his cheeks and the short, velvety fur on his muzzle.

I’m petting a humongous grizzly.

Except he wasn’t scary at all.

“You’re magnificent.”

He licked the side of my face, and I spluttered out a laugh.

“Hey!”

Another rumbling sound reverberated through his chest and into me.

“See, this will be great if I ever get cold again. But it’s impractical when I want to have a conversation with you.”

Without letting go of me, the bear shrunk, fur disappearing under my fingers, only thick body hair left. Barclay, naked and very much human, held me in his lap.

The transformation made me dizzy.

“Better?”

His eyes twinkled, and he was grinning at me.

Instead of replying, I kissed him.

He was naked, all those muscles and planes of warm skin under my hands… Then his cock grew hard under my ass. I tore my hoodie off before I slid onto the floor and began licking it.

Knowing how powerful and magical he was must have triggered something primal in me. I was ravenous for him.

I was about to mouth his cockhead when the timer beeped in the kitchen.

“Damn,” Barclay muttered. He gently tugged me away.

I pouted as he dragged his underwear back on, covering his erection.

“You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast,” he told me sternly. “Which was just a piece of toast and a banana.”

“I was about to have a treat,” I protested.

Barclay’s lips twitched. “You can have it after lunch. I need to feed you better now that there’s two of you.”

With the promise of sex after lunch, I relented. I was indeed hungry.

Barclay looked happy when I polished off the plate and asked for a second helping. Then he looked even happier when I knelt on the kitchen floor and sucked him off.

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