Page 18 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“Tell me you understand, and I’ll give you my cock. You’re presented so beautifully to me in breeding position. Your wet pussy dripping for me, rolling out the welcome mat.”

I left my finger in her asshole, and forced my pants off my hips one handed, freeing my cock and sack from their tight confines.

“I understand.” She sighed.

Her whole body went lax against the tension of mine holding her up. Like a bull sighting a red flag, her surrender snapped the last thread of civility that held back my inner beast. I pressed into her sweet pussy, straining to keep my strokes slow and even. Keeping that firm line of control counterpoint beautifully to her desperate thrashing and gyrations. I felt her writhe, her ass grinding into my groin, circling as my cock introduced itself to her inner walls.

I wanted to abuse her asshole while I pounded her cunt. There were too many sensations. My brain couldn’t sort through the war of needs and wants.

Every thought that flit through my head my body wanted to snap to action. But my cock? It became lost to the snug warmth.Rut. It called to me.Rutlike a mermaid drawing me to the shore. I knew if I followed its wishes I’d blow in a blink. But the last shreds of my control frayed. I imagined each tiny string snapping bit by bit.

I lifted her up by her hips. Watched her toes as they struggled for purchase against the slippery dirt. Her fingers splayed apart, trying to find something to hold on to. There was nothing to aid her. Each errant weed she scrabbled at snapped beneath her fingers.

With the first forceful pound into her channel, she grunted. A bestial sound. One you’d hear in the wild when a sizeable male reared up and flopped onto a mate, ruthlessly shoving his cock in. Miele wasn’t short or petite by any means. Probably five nine if I had to guess. Our heights were nearly even with me standing at six one.

I felt her trying to widen her stance despite being held inches above the ground. Her hips opened to my intrusion, welcoming my cock. My pubic hair, my balls, even the tops of my thighs were soaked. Wet and slippery, I needed to be smothered in it. To reek of sex. I wanted her marked all over me just as I was about to mark her.

I pressed my back against a tree for purchase, yanking her against my groin. Pulling her only to shove her off again. The intensity of the pleasure that rocketed up my spine, numbed my lips and deafened my ears. I felt a feral rumble pressing up my chest desperate to be released. Its pressure threatened to force its way out unbidden.

I wanted this to happen again. To take her out into the true wilderness and really track her. Have her run around for long minutes while her fear ticked up and she exhausted her muscles trying to run from me. I wanted her to be an animal with me.

These thoughts nearly scared me enough to shutter my instincts. To stymie the animal that begged to be let loose. She needed to know just how feral sex with me would be. Better she saw it and bolted before feelings were involved.

I took a handful of her hair, pulling her into my lap so she was seated, legs draped over mine, her back to my front. The tension from my hand in her hair exposed that tendon. The mating bite. The one my mouth watered for.

“You’re going to give me that come, Little Cub. I’m not letting go until I get it. Only then will I mark and breed you.”

I bounced her up and down, controlling a rough, fast pace that had my own balls tightening, desperate to make a liar out of me. Her clit rests just beneath my thumb, fat and fully exposed. I wanted to taste her again. To force her to sit on my face while I speared her with my tongue. But all of that would have to wait. Until later. When I brought my bred and claimed cub back to my pack.

“Tell me how good it feels, Miele. I want to hear you scream out your pleasure.”

She thrashed, trying to move in counter to my bruising pace. I slapped her, right on her pussy and she howled like a baying wolf right up at the moon. Her cunt clenched, nearly sucking the cum right out of the tip of my cock.

“Armel.” She whined, running her hands over her breasts, collecting them in her palms, pinching her nipples through the cotton of the tank top that had remained relatively unharmed.

“Did you say, again?” I asked, biting her earlobe, in tandem with a pinch to her inner thigh.

“You want me to slap this pussy again?”

“Please.” She panted, pressing her head into my shoulder, rolling it to the side and giving me access to her neck. “I need you.”

Rather than slap that soaked pussy, I run the palm of my hand all over her slit. I rubbed her clit with the heel of my hand and shoved my fingers into her pussy alongside my cock. With firm thrusts, I yanked against her inner wall, coaxing her g-spot to play nice with the tip of my cock.

“Oh god.” Her lust-tinged voice squeezed in surprise, just as a hot gush of fluid preceded her orgasm, squeezing me with such force, I swore and bucked into her like a prized stud.

“Here it comes,” I told her, my ass clenching and my balls drawing up. “Gonna fill you up, Little Cub. You’re gonna take it all.”

The first spurt jettisoned into her womb, yanking a deep moan of pleasure that had me pitching forward and latching onto her with my teeth. Harder I pumped, and with each firm thrust, my teeth pressed even deeper into the soft skin of her neck.

“That was…wow.” Miele sighed, her head still resting on my shoulder.

We sat in the forest for long moments while the world reassembled. Even as my cock softened, it hardened once again. As if it realized where exactly it still resided and wanted a second helping.

My Apple Watch vibrated with an incoming text.

Ryker: ?? ???? ?

“Hey Siri,”I called to my watch. “Send Ryker a thumbs up.”

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