tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59113954783732380052024-02-20T00:29:13.652-08:00Fucking with Animal PlanetOn a search for the elusive Alabama Bigfoot, one member of the crew of the television show found more than she bargained for!Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911395478373238005.post-8547642790665599612013-07-21T00:30:00.000-07:002013-07-21T00:30:04.182-07:00Chapter 10<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Melody
sighed in blissful contentment between Terry and Killian. Her throat was a bit
raw, her pussy was a bit sore, but she was still floating on the intense sexual
high of their group coupling. With her bear snuggled against her back, she
smoothed her hands over Terry’s chest, hips, and back. <i>God, she loved
men!</i> Sure, some could be real assholes, but for the most part men
were simply delightful. Hard muscles, firm cocks, coarse hair, and wonderfully
agile tongues all contributed to her absolute love of the male body. She pulled
him in for a kiss, stroking her tongue along his as she pressed their bodies
together. She captured Terry’s groans and returned them when his hands gripped
her ass to grind his twitching cock against her sodden cunt. <i>Hell,
yeah, she loved men.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“This is
crazy, you know that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah,
it probably is – oh yeah, a little harder,” she gasped when Terry bit down on
her nipple. Her bear had given her a new love of harsh treatment to her tits
and the human was being far too gentle with them. “But damn if it ain’t fun!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You got
that right,” Killian growled over her shoulder. “My ass is going to be sore for
a week, but hot damn that felt amazing!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Remember
that when you want to stick that monster cock of yours in <i>my</i> ass.” Melody giggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She
rolled onto her back to pull her sexy mate into her arms, then sighed when both
men latched onto a taut nipple. When a scratchy tongue rasped along her slit,
she peered down to see Brian’s amber cat’s eyes staring up at her. He winked,
pressed his tongue deep into her pussy, and purred. “Shitdamnfuck and holy
hell!” The expletives tumbled from her lips like a slinky on an escalator. The
more she cursed, the deeper his tongue fucked her, and the louder he purred
until she was reduced to babbling pure nonsense interspersed with random graphic
curses. Killian pulled one of her legs over his thighs, and Terry followed
suit, spreading her wide for the talented, raspy, and agile tongue of the
bobcat shifter. Her body protested, whining that it was too tired and sated for
more pleasure, but succumbed with an orgasm that curled her toes and coated
Brian’s face with her juices. She lay panting as spots danced before her eyes,
too tired to push the men from her tender breasts. Then Brian sucked her clit
into his mouth and pressed a finger deep into her ass, and her world exploded
again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She woke
to the sound of heavy breathing, deep moans, soft growls, and loud purrs. Her
eyes widened at the sight of Killian’s massive cock disappearing into Brian’s
slender ass. She drooled. <i>God, that was so fucking <b>HOT</b></i>! The bobcat was purring around Terry’s revived
member. It was decadent. It was sexy as fuck. It was missing one important
person: namely, her. Not willing to be left out for long, Melody grabbed the
lube and slithered between the purring cat and the older yet virile team
leader. Pressing the bottle into Brian’s hand, she sank onto Terry’s cock with
a moan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You
guys started without me. No fair!” She rocked on the older man’s lap, humming with
pleasure at how well he filled her. He wasn’t as massive as her bear, but still
thick and long enough to tickle her fancy. The man’s face was priceless as he
gazed up at her in shock. “What? Did you really think you were going to leave
this room without getting at least one good fuck? Just keep an eye on Killian,”
she winked and nipped at his lips as she felt the first touch of slick, cold
fingers probe her ass, “he’s dangerous with that cock of his.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The bear
in question chuckled in a very growly way, his dangerous cock buried balls deep
into the slim man in front of him. Melody giggled as he pulled Terry, and thus
her, to the edge of the bed where Brian was slicking up his cock. She arched
her back, pressing her generous breasts into her partner’s chest while raising
her ass to the shifter behind her. He released a sound somewhere between a
growl and a purr as he eased his cock into her puckered hole. Though it had
been a while since she’d had a real, live dick in her ass, she remembered the
sting, the burn, the sense of aching fullness. Having one in each hole,
however, was a new sensation even for her adventurous nature. She felt like they
were going to rip her in two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then
someone moved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She didn’t
know if it was Terry, Brian, or Killian, but someone’s thrust moved all four of
them, and her pussy and ass exploded into celebratory fireworks. Her nipples
tightened until they rivaled diamonds. The coarse hair on Terry’s chest
scratching and teasing and making her moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair as
she ravaged his mouth, licking and sucking and tasting every inch. Cannons
exploded. She was a one-woman Independence Day Show, with the main event
centered on her stuffed crotch. Pleasure raced along her nerves and brought
with it a bad case of Tourette’s. She cursed and moaned and begged as she
rocked against the twin cocks impaling her. When Brian grabbed her hips, he and
Terry began an alternating rhythm so that she was never left wanting. The thick
cock in her pussy slid along her slick walls, rubbed her G-spot, and ground against
her hard clit, while the slimmer but longer one stimulated her sensitive
asshole and filled her bowels. The purrs were an added bonus; he was a living
vibrator that reduced her mind (and ass) to a blob of hypersensitive jelly.
Killian’s thrusts into Brian’s ass added strength and depth to the bobcat’s
enthusiasm. Once again, the room echoed with the unusual sounds of human and
animal lust. It was a miracle none of the hotel guests had called animal
control on suspicion of inappropriate relationships with house pets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By this
point, Melody didn't much care if the hotel guests came up to watch. Had the
police or human officers come to the door, she would have probably invited them
into the orgy. Especially if they had nice thick cock to suck on. She was
overloaded with sensation to the point that she couldn't count her orgasms as
they rolled through her; they just blended into one gigantic <i>OHMYFUCKINGGOD!</i> Killian roared his release first, rattling
the bottle of lube off the nightstand and jarring a picture from the wall.
Brian followed next, pumping Melody’s clutching ass full of hot come with a
satisfied purring grunt. She thought she
would have a moment to relax, but Terry had turned into a fucking machine. He
rolled her over, threw her legs over his shoulders, and pounded hard into her
sodden cunt. She clutched at his hips, uncertain if she wanted to push him away
or pull him into her even harder. The bobcat settled it for her. He thrust his lubed
fingers into the older man’s ass, which had Terry fucking and getting fucked at
the same time. When Brian cradled his balls and rubbed his prostate, Terry gave
a roar worthy of a shifter and coated Melody’s pussy with his come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The older
man eased her legs from his shoulders, burying his face in her warm, soft
cleavage. He moaned as Brian coaxed another twitch and spurt from his wilting
cock. Once more, they all collapsed onto the bed in a heap of tangled arms,
legs, and sweaty bodies. She snuggled into her mate’s chest, shuddering when his
fingers gave her another gut-wrenching orgasm. Then another. His happy rumbles
alerted her that he wasn't quite finished playing with her yet. She whimpered
when the others joined in, touching and caressing her over-sensitive body and
keeping her on that cloud of ecstasy. Tears seeped from her eyes, the bed was
soaked beneath her splayed legs, and her vision swam when they finally allowed
her some rest. She drifted on the edge of consciousness, aware of little more
than the warm embrace of her mate and the quiet but indistinct murmurs of male
voices.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She
floated on a cloud of strong arms, giggling sleepily at the sensation of
weightlessness. They carried her across the room, into the bathroom, and held
her as they sank into the warm bath. Melody lay clasped again his chest while
he bathed her aching, tingling body with gentle strokes of a soapy cloth. She
skimmed her fingers along his thighs and over the strong arm beneath her
breasts. There was no need for words. Her touch thanked him for his tenderness;
his thanked her for her willing enthusiasm. They both thanked the fates for
bringing them together. Hours later, they cuddled on the bed unwilling to give
in to the aggressive pull of sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Killian?”
She lay on her side surrounded by his body as he curled around her back. He had
one arm cushioning her head, but bent so he could palm her breast. The other crossed
her lower abdomen and gripped her hip, holding her ass snugly against his
half-hard cock. It was a possessive yet protective embrace. She adored it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hmm?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Will
Brian tell Terry about you two?” She trailed her fingers along his muscular,
hairy arms. She hadn't really lusted after big, hairy guys, but she definitely
saw the appeal in her furry bear. It didn't hurt that he was hung like one. Her
pussy twitched; she wasn't sure if it was in gratitude or protest. “I mean,
about being shifters? Neither of you were exactly subtle with the roaring and
purring and shit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah.”
His breath tickled her neck, but she turned her head to receive his kisses
along its length. His lips teased the bruised area, and his tongue felt
heavenly on her sensitive skin. She melted a bit further into the mattress with
a happy sigh. “It’s a touchy subject, especially considering his profession,
but there’s no way not to tell him at this point.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I guess
I shouldn't have included him tonight, huh?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hush,
mate.” She smiled when he nipped her neck, a shiver running up her spine at the
subtle reminder of his mating bites. “Never regret being the wonderful, joyous,
sexual creature that you are. While he has the ability to cause problems,
neither Brian nor I believe he will. Besides, he ignored half what we were
saying because he was too busy gushing over how talented your wicked mouth is,
how he’s never known anyone who could take his cock into their throat like you
did, or how sinfully tight your pussy was. He is definitely in some serious
lust, Melody.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah,
well, he’ll have to fall in lust with someone else. I’m quite happy with my
bear.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you
really?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hell
yeah.” She joined in his laughter, bringing his hand to her lips for a quick
kiss before returning it to her breast. “Great ass, massive dick, talented
tongue, and stamina from hell? Check, please! Plus, you have a lovely house, a
steady job, no chopped up bodies in the freezer, seem like a genuinely nice guy,
and did I mention you have a very talented tongue? I mean, seriously dude. That
thing needs a warning label! It’s all bendy and raspy and long. It’s like
getting fucked with a fuzzy snake on steroids. The getting furry thing is a
bit weird, but it’s not a deal-breaker.” Melody arched her neck to catch a
glimpse of his ruggedly handsome face and piercing green eyes. Lifting a hand
from his arm, she reached up to run her fingers through his shaggy black hair. “Hell
yeah, I’ll keep you, mate. I’ll fight anyone who tries to take you from me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Told
you we were soul mates.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah,
you did, and I thought you were full of shit. Who knew?” Melody giggled and rolled onto
her back. She pulled him on top of her, sighing happily as he covered her in
his warmth. Though he rested most of his weight on his arms, she loved how he
pressed her into the mattress as they exchanged gentle but deep kisses. Her
tender pussy stung when he eased his thick cock into her warmth, but she
wrapped her legs around his waist in eager welcome. They made slow, tender love
that night before falling asleep, still joined together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>The
end</i></b></span></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911395478373238005.post-5705752922480396502013-07-17T00:30:00.000-07:002013-07-17T00:30:03.752-07:00Chapter 09<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The bear
prowled the perimeter of the camp as the crew loaded up the truck with the
tents and equipment. His mate looked delightfully disheveled, with her hair
still mussed from her few hours of sleep and even more hours of wild sex. Once
the final strap was tightened into place, Melody scanned the tree line, blew
him a surreptitious kiss, and then joined the others in the truck. Killian
grumbled all the way back to his home, but knew she would contact him as soon
as she knew her hotel and room number. He had placed his phone number into her
cell phone that night, and sent himself a text so he had hers. He wasn't about
to let the craziness of their mating frenzy keep them from staying in touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As he
entered the fenced-in back yard, he shifted smoothly from furry bear to very
naked human. With nothing else to do now but wait, he showered, grabbed lunch,
and sat down to work on some client contracts. Two hours later, his phone lit
up with at least a dozen text message notifications. Easing his way out of the
websites he had just hacked into, he jotted down the last of his notes on
security holes and checked his phone. His dick threatened to rip a hole in his
shorts at the images that popped up on his screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Melody’s
first message was bland – name of hotel, room number, and that she’d left his
name at the front desk to get a key. The rest were the horny bear’s wet dream
come to life. Pictures of her in the bath, frothy bubbles outlining her
gorgeous breasts and topping her rock-hard nipples. Pictures of her with her
fingers deep inside her pussy and an accompanying message of <i>wish you
were here</i>. Pictures of her in a waist-cinching corset thing that
pushed her large tits into prominence and outlined the curve of her full hips
and sweet ass. He drooled. His cock drooled. Wiping his chin, he transferred
the photos to his computer, set up a slideshow, and stroked himself to completion
staring at his sexy mate. His dick pouted, remaining half-hard in protest at
the muted pleasure of a handjob over Melody’s sinfully tight pussy. He gave it
a few more strokes in sympathy, confident they would sink back into her warmth
soon. Stripping off his shorts, he took a second brief shower to rinse off the
dried come and dressed in record time. Grabbing his phone, wallet, and
lube – hey, he was taught to always be prepared – Killian darted out the door
and aimed his truck for the hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the
numbers dinged, he pondered the wisdom of undressing in the elevator. Sure, he
might shock some old lady, but he’d be ready to pounce the moment the door
closed behind him. He had freed the third button on his shirt when the elevator
stopped to allow the requisite vacationing older couple onto the elevator.
Though he greeted them with a polite smile, his dick returned to pouting. Now,
he’d have to wait to undress. When the doors opened on Melody’s floor, he fled
the elevator with unseemly speed, jammed the key card into the door, and
entered… only to find his mate entertaining two of her crewmates in her room.
He growled. His cock growled. It really didn't like the idea of more delays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Killian!”
Melody ran over and gave him an enthusiastic kiss. She stroked her fingers over
his bulging crotch before grabbing his hand and leading him towards a side
door. “C’mon, I’ll show you where to put your bag, then introduce you to the
guys.” The moment the door closed behind her, she launched herself at him and they
tumbled onto the bed. Her hands roamed his body as she controlled their kisses,
sliding under his shirt to pinch his small nipples, slipping beneath his
waistband to rub his throbbing cock. God <i>damn</i>, his mate was
amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Melody,”
he groaned, rolling her onto her back and tugging her shirt above those
magnificent tits. “As much as I’d love to fuck you ‘til the neighbors called
security, you have guests in the outer room. Can’t we get rid of them?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I was
kinda hoping, oh you wicked man not so <i>hard</i>, we could all
play as a last hurrah sort of thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All of
us, mate?” Both of his heads perked up in interest. That bobcat’s throat had
been heaven when he purred around his cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah. I've been lusting for a taste of Terry since I started the show, and I know Brian
wants a shot at your ass. What do you say, Killian?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We need
a way to pull the human in. He could freak out if we just started getting
naked.” A slow grin spread over his face at the thought of such hedonistic
lust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Strip
poker. I think he’d be game for that, and we can go from there. Brian is all
for it.” He groaned when she rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. “Will you
let him fuck you, my sexy bear? ‘Cause that would be so freakin’ hot.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I
confess to being curious after the two of you showed me how good your fingers
felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wonderful!”
She rolled them so she pressed him into the mattress, sliding her tongue along
his as she sank into their kiss. Her skin was flushed when she came up for air,
and he again praised the Fates for sending him such a perfect mate. “I've already
ordered up a snack tray and wine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two
hours, three trays, and a bottle of wine later, the players were in various
stages of undress. Melody had declared the game should be played in the bedroom
of the large suite, citing the ability of the kitchenette’s table to hide all
the juicy bits. Terry blushed but agreed. The two shifters had merely shrugged;
they weren't body shy in any way. They had decided that the winner of the hand
had to remove an article of clothing, and Killian laughed at the many ways they
all struggled to lose. Since folding was an automatic loss, it was forbidden
unless the player was willing to remove a piece of clothing anyway. Inevitably,
each player won a few hands and the clothing began to melt away. Shoes and
socks had been the first removed; they were safe and unthreatening. Next went
the pants. All the men wore some kind of underwear; Terry’s boxers hid all his
assets while Brian’s speedos left little to the imagination. The bobcat’s tight
shorts hid even less when Killian removed his jeans to reveal a pair of snug
briefs that molded to his massive cock. When Melody shimmied out of her
body-hugging jeans, Terry’s and Killian’s underwear struggled to contain their growing
erections. Black lace stockings caressed her thick thighs, held up by garters
that ended in a hot pink flirty bow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I
recognize that,” choked out the bear shifter, a bit of drool forming at the
corner of his mouth. “It’s some sort of corset thing, isn't it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yup.”
Melody grinned, running her fingertip along the edge of her stocking. “Let me win
a few more rounds and you’ll see what all it covers… and what it doesn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The men
returned to the game with renewed determination. While Brian wasn't as
interested in her massive breasts as the others, he seemed delighted with their
effect on the two men. His eyes kept straying to Killian’s impressive rod
straining against his briefs and the head of Terry’s thick cock peeking through
the placket of his boxers. Killian ran his fingers along Melody’s stocking-clad
inner thigh, content that his hand was exceedingly bad. From the blush on Terry’s
face, the poor man must have excellent cards. He nudged his mate and traced the
word <i>FOLD</i> on her thigh. She looked up from her cards, followed
his gaze, and smiled. With a melodramatic sigh, she tossed her cards onto the
carpet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’m
just gonna go ahead and fold.” She started on the buttons of her blouse, hiding
her smile behind her hair. “I can’t sell my soul for those cards at a regular
game, but let me need to lose and suddenly I could win the World Championship.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian
growled as she shrugged the thin material from her shoulders, baring her
beautiful breasts to the room. The cool air crinkled her nipples into hard
points, beckoning to him to warm them up with his mouth. <i>Who was he to
argue with such temptation?</i> He palmed one of her heavy beauties and
suckled the sensitive tip. The scent of her arousal, along with her soft moan
went straight to his cock. Determined to find satisfaction, it poked through
the slit in his briefs in search of her warmth. It was Brian’s turn to drool.
And purr. The slim cat shifter tossed his cards aside and reached into Killian’s
briefs to stroke his weeping cock. The bear lifted his ass so Brian could
remove the offensive material, and caught Terry’s open-mouthed stare. As the
cat swallowed his massive cock to the hilt, both Killian and Melody encouraged
the shocked man to join them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“They look
a bit cold, don’t they?” He growled around one taut nipple as he worked the row
of hooks down the back of the corset. Tossing the constricting material aside,
he slid two fingers deep inside his mate’s ready pussy and pumped them slowly. “Why
don’t you come help me warm them up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wh-what?”
The older man’s boxers had given up on containing his straining erection,
letting the drooling head point towards the erotic threesome. “I don’t think… I
mean, I should probably…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What
you should do,” Melody caught the stuttering human by his waistband and tugged,
“is bring that gorgeous cock over here. I've been wanting a taste of that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you
sure? I mean, your boyfriend…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“… is
enjoying his own blowjob already.” His mate reached through the slit in the
boxers, gripping the older man’s cock and caressing him with long, slow
strokes. “Unless you want to leave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not
really, no,” Terry groaned, shucking off his boxers and moving closer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian
grabbed his hand and guided it into Melody’s sopping pussy as both men latched
onto her nipples. With so many mouths occupied, only her moans were heard in
the room above the slurps, growls, and purrs. He urged her onto her knees,
spreading her legs to open her body to their caresses. It took a couple of
tries before he and the older human found a rhythm, but when they did they kept
his mate full of thrusting fingers. He growled in approval when she cried out
her first orgasm; a growl that hummed along the back of his throat as cool,
slick fingers pressed into his tight ass. Brian had found the lube.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Turning
Melody onto her hands and knees, he guided Terry’s dripping cock into her eager
mouth. As the human’s eyes rolled back at the utter bliss of her skillful
tongue, Killian pulled out of Brian’s throat and slid smoothly into her
contracting pussy. Her muffled moans as she pressed back for more fired his
lust further. Balancing firmly on the edge of the mattress, he tugged the
disappointed bobcat shifter closer and kissed his first man. It wasn't anything
like what he expected; it was much better. The cat’s soft purrs tickled his
tongue, hardened his aching cock that rested snugly in his mate’s delightful
pussy, and built his courage to the fore. He stroked the shifter’s throbbing
dick and nodded towards the discarded lube.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I think
you’re going to need that if you want a piece of my ass.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He
chuckled at the shock on the two men’s faces. Brian’s turned immediately into
eager delight as his cock coated Killian’s hand with its gratitude. Terry’s
eyes darted between his own rather impressive dick disappearing completely down
his crewmate’s throat, and the long, slender one getting slicked up by the
visiting ghost hunter. Melody, unable to watch the debauchery directly, simply
succumbed to another small orgasm. Killian gripped his mate’s hips as the blunt
head of Brian’s dick pressed against his virgin ass. He forced his body to
relax, pushed out as if to expel the intruder, and groaned when it popped past
his sphincter. It burned! It ached! It felt fucking amazing! Brian gentle hands
stroked his back, his ass, and cupped and teased his balls to help him relax
further as his dick ploughed deeper into no-man’s-land. But Killian didn't want gentle.
He wanted to fuck and be fucked. With a grunt, he pushed back against his
feline lover until he felt coarse hair brush his ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Holy
fucking shit, that felt awfulgoodhurtswonderfulgoddammit</i></span><b><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Y</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>EA</i></span></b><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>H</b>!</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With a
roar, Killian set a bruising pace. His energetic thrusts into his mate’s quaking
body pushed Terry’s cock deep into her throat, much to that man’s groaning
delight. They also pressed his ass onto Brian’s probing cock, which found and
lovingly caressed his prostate with glee. He felt the bobcat’s purrs deep in
his ass, an unusual but bone-meltingly glorious sensation, adding just one more
level of hedonistic pleasure to the glorious fuck-fest. He grabbed Melody’s
hair in his meaty fist and held up her head to watch her coworker’s thick cock
disappear into her mouth. From the expression on the older man’s face, his mate
was utilizing all of her skills – of which there were many. Terry had grabbed
both her beautiful, swaying breasts, using them as leverage to counter-thrust
until her nose bumped his stomach. Melody rewarded him with a low humming moan
around his dick that brought a curse of pure ecstasy from her former boss. When
Killian rubbed and pinched her hard clit, her cries grew louder as she clutched
at him through another orgasm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fuck
yeah!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brian’s
claws kneaded his hips as the bobcat made a slight shift towards his animal.
The probing, vibrating cock that was fucking his ass grew, thickened, and
melted another part of Killian’s brain. The slight pain, combined with the
pressure and fullness, caused his own shift towards his bear, increasing his
girth inside his moaning mate. The sounds in the room were reminiscent of a gang-bang
porn film, or a truly depraved version of Wild Kingdom – moans and cries of
ecstasy were punctuated with growls, purrs, and roars. The result was an
orgasmic domino effect. Terry’s head banged against the wall as he emptied his
balls deep into Melody’s stomach; her moans, hums, and sinful tongue drew out his pleasure until he melted into a man-shaped puddle on her bed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the
chance of her biting the older man now removed, Killian drew her back against
his chest and sank his fangs into her shoulder as his unnaturally large cock
threatened to tear her pussy in half. He growled as her entire body clenched
and shook with the force of her release. Her cunt gripped his cock so tightly
he feared it would break, but still he forced it into her slick passage to
prolong her pleasure. Like a powerful fist, it stroked him until he emptied his
balls deep into her womb, unaware that his ass was treating Brian’s thrusting
dick to some incredible fisting of its own. The bobcat let loose a feline roar,
pumping Killian’s ass full of hot, sticky come and drawing another rumbling
growl of sated lust from the randy bear. The scent of sex hung in the room like
a hazy fog as moans tapered off into whimpers, roars settled back into purrs
and gentle rumbles, and pounding cocks slid wetly from their receptive
orifices. The foursome collapsed onto the bed in a naked, sated pile of twining
arms and legs that stroked and caressed whatever piece of flesh they found.
Lips kissed, tongues danced. It was a wonderfully successful debauchery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah.</span></span></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911395478373238005.post-24672371148287653252013-07-14T00:30:00.000-07:002013-07-14T00:30:00.717-07:00Chapter 08<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Melody ran her fingers through Killian’s hair as she tried to slow her racing heart. His cock still felt huge and heavy as it pulsed gently inside her throbbing pussy. She unhooked her ankles and caressed the backs of his thighs with her feet, giving a whimpering sigh when his dick twitched in response. She had to lower her legs, though. Her feet were going numb from the elevation. Her thighs ached from his savage thrusts. Her back felt scratched to all hell from the sticks and roots and tiny rocks. She probably had dirt and leaves stuffed in the crack of her ass. But… she didn’t care. Her bear’s warm body blanketed her from the cool night air, his weight suspended by the arm still wrapped around her shoulders. His face was buried in her sore neck where his lips peppered her skin with feather-light kisses. She was not only sexually sated, but also had a soul-deep feeling of contentment. Both were due to her sexy bear.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Killian?” She missed the warmth of his soft kisses when he raised his head. His green eyes sparkled in the bright light of the full moon, taking her breath away with their brilliance. She brushed his lips with hers, and sighed when he deepened it without letting it get out of hand. “So, what now? I have so many questions, but I don’t even know where to start.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Start wherever you want, mate.” His smile lit up his eyes, making them all the more beautiful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“I won’t be a housewife. I’d end up going crazy, and probably burn the place down after hacking you into tiny pieces.”</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My, that escalated quickly.” His quiet chuckles vibrated throughout her body, from her sore nipples to her raw pussy. She squirmed beneath him, and wondered if one could get addicted to sex. She wanted him again, already, though her body screamed in protest. She was pretty certain she could tell it to shut the fuck up. “I have a confession to make, Melody. I don’t want you to be a housewife. I work from home, and you would be far too distracting.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“</span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> distracting?” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and down the soft curls that coated his chest. Her fingers played along his muscular abs, then snaked around his trim waist to cup his firm ass. She moaned softly when his cock stirred inside her. “Have you looked in the mirror? You’re the distracting one. I’m surprised you don’t have a horde of women lining up outside your door for just a glimpse of this incredible ass. If they knew you had a gorgeously thick fucking-machine of a dick, too, </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> you knew what to do with it? Hell, I’d have to beat them off with a baseball bat.”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am a rather sexy bear, aren't I?” She joined in his light laughter, landing a stinging slap on his ass for his arrogant vanity. He rotated his hips, and robbed her of coherent thought. His dick needed a warning label. “Seriously though, we may choose to bring others to our bed, Melody - like the bobcat or your friend Terry - but I won’t share your heart. I kinda want it for myself. If you choose to stay and complete the mating, it will bind our hearts and souls together in a way that none can sever.”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, this mate-thing is kinda like a marriage with no divorce?” He nodded his head with a gentle smile. She leaned into his hand as his fingers brushed her hair from her face. “What about babies?”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Fuck!” She knew the moment it dawned on him how often they’d had enthusiastic, energetic, and very <i>unprotected</i> sex. His eyes widened, and he swallowed convulsively before he managed to choke out his apology. “I’m so sorry, Melody. You know whatever you choose, whether we complete our mating or not, I’ll take care of you and the child. I swear it.”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I got us covered, Killian, so try not to panic. I've got to admit that I thought about this earlier, though. Do they even make condoms to fit that jack-hammer of yours?”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“They’re tight, but yeah, they make’em big enough. Nothing survives if I shift like I did earlier, though.”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She felt him relax against her, and let her hands wander over his skin. As he placed soft nips and kisses along her shoulder, Melody tried to remember the rest of her questions. The fine hair of his chest tickled her sensitive nipples, making them ache for more. His cock started a gentle slide in her tender pussy, rubbing his thick head along her slick walls and sending shivers throughout her body. He really did fit her better than any lover she’d had before, and his recovery time was unnatural! Her arousal stirred as he eased his arms from beneath her and explored her large breasts with his massive hands. She whimpered when he pinched the large, puckered tips, and arched her back to press more of her soft flesh into his palms.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What… oh, that’s just teasing!” She gasped when his lips closed over one turgid peak, and he teased it with the tip of his tongue. “What I wanted to ask about babies… oh God, you feel so fucking amazing! Do they pop out looking like kids or cubs? You’re enough to rip my damn pussy to shreds, I don’t need bear, junior… oh yesyesyesfuckyes… clawing his way out.”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nothing to worry about, Melody,” Killian muttered around the nipple in his mouth, sending delicious vibrations through her body. She groaned when his large cock slid wetly from her body to tap against her thigh. As his hot mouth trailed down her stomach, she tried to focus on his words. Worry? The only thing she was worried about was the ache he’d stirred between her legs again. “If we have kids, they won’t shift until puberty.” His scratchy tongue played over her throbbing clit with teasing light strokes. She canted her hips, pushing his head lower. She loved his thick cock, but his tongue was amazingly agile. And scratchy. And so fucking long and wide. And </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">oh my God, I think he’s licking the back of my fucking throat!</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Christ on a cracker, how long is that fucking thing?”</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Long enough.” His voice was deep and rough, a sign that he’d shifted closer to his bear form. No wonder his tongue was touching her in places that should be outlawed. Warmth built as her body tensed. Had she ever been this easy to come? Her breath hitched when he pinched her clit between his fingers, rubbing and tugging the hard nub as his tongue fucked her deep and lapped up her flowing juices. Her orgasm washed over her in waves and sent tingles of pleasure from her scalp to her toes. Killian cleaned her thoroughly, his rough tongue scraping along her smooth pussy lips and inner thighs. When he hiked her legs over his forearms and splayed her wide, she whimpered in eager anticipation of another round.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Killian?!” Her eyes popped open in surprise as his rough tongue played over her puckered asshole. His fingers teased along the seam of her ass, holding her open as he swiped his tongue over the tight hole a second time.</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Should I stop?”</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Noooo,” she moaned as his stiff tongue eased inside the tight orifice. “It’s just… oooh, yeah baby… no one’s ever done that before. But God, that feels odd and good and strange and amazing and ohpleasedon’tstop!” Her lower back rested on her bear’s muscular thighs as his tongue slowly fucked her ass. He held her thigh with one calloused hand while the other played along her pussy. He pinched her clit and thrust his fingers into her dripping cunt, all while his tongue moved deeper into her ass with every push.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I think you like this, mate.” Killian pulled his tongue from her ass, replacing it with fingers drenched from her slick pussy. He started slow, sliding and thrusting a single thick finger until she relaxed enough for him to press in a second. When he moved his hand from her thigh to plunge into her empty cunt, her brain melted into one big mass of horny, erotic goo. She felt him add another finger to her ass, her moans a continuous litany of cursing, pleading, and cries of ecstasy as he sawed his hands into her body. “Holy fucking hell, Melody. Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Don’t care. Just want you to fuck me, Killian. I wanna feel your fat cock bumping the back of my damn throat.”</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hell yeah!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">She mourned the loss of his thrusting fingers as he flipped her onto her hands and knees, but only for a moment. He eased his fingers back into her ass and then thrust his cock deep into her pussy. </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">So fucking full!</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> Snarling at him to stay still, Melody dug her fingers into the soft dirt and fucked him hard. When he wrapped his free hand around her waist and pinched her clit, an intense orgasm took her by surprise and robbed her of all but basic motor control. Her arms collapsed beneath her, elevating her ass for more delightfully decadent debauchery. Gasping for air, she cushioned her face on her folded arms as her bear continued to pound into her. His pelvis pushed his thick fingers deep into her throbbing ass while his cock danced along her g-spot. The dirt and leaves and twigs scraped her sensitive nipples, chafing the raw tips but filling her with as much pleasure as pain. Dear God, he was going to fuck her absolutely to death, but she’d kill him if he tried to stop. She managed to cry out during her next orgasm, but only managed a long, drawn-out groan of pure ecstasy for her third. Her thighs were drenched in her come. Her ass was starting to scream in protest. Then he shifted a bit more towards his bear, pinched her clit, and she told her ass to just fucking deal with it. She wanted more.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Killian finally roared out his release, her orgasms had blended into one gigantic, rolling mass of sensation. Her entire world focused on her pulsing and contracting pussy; his massive, pounding cock; her aching ass; throbbing clit; and those sinful fingers that filled her where few had gone before. The aftermath was like an out of body experience. She felt his thick cock pump her full of his seed. She felt it run down her thighs. She even shivered as the early morning breeze cooled the wet come on her legs. Yet none of it really penetrated the sated, hazy afterglow of awesome sex and more orgasms than she could count. Warm lips traced her spine; a wet tongue played over her hypersensitive skin as he eased his fingers from her protesting ass. She whimpered at the loss, uncertain if it was from pain or relief. Her brain refused to deal with the details just yet. It was content to float on the tingly, thought-stealing, breathtaking sensation of </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">oh my God, best sex ever!</i></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Melody?” Her bear rolled them to the side, and she snuggled back against his warm, fuzzy chest. His cock remained nestled in her clutching pussy. She wondered if she was going to have to start wearing dildo underwear so she didn’t mourn the loss when he wasn’t around. “D’you think I could fuck that fabulous ass of yours one day?”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mm-hmm,” she murmured sleepily, planting a kiss to the arm that cradled her head as she nodded. He could have fucked her </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ear</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> tonight by the time he was done. Damn, she was boneless.</span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Hot damn!” He nipped her ear with a soft laugh. His hands caressed her body with the barest of touches, keeping her pleasure and arousal on a low simmer. “You’re so fucking perfect, mate. Sexy, horny, adventurous, smart, sassy... just So. Fucking. Perfect.” She blushed as he accented each word with a fervent kiss to her neck and shoulder. “We’ll find you a job, Melody. There’s a university close-by run by a wolf shifter. He owes me a favor or two; I’ll see if he has any positions if you want. It’s not like being in the field, but it’s something.”</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Being in the field sucks rancid green donkey cocks.” Melody sighed as his cock finally softened enough to slide from her body. She was going to need a ten-gallon barrel of Epsom salts to soak out tonight’s aches. “I’d love to return to research, but teaching is a good second choice. Besides… if I went back into the field, I wouldn't have my insatiable bear to fuck me cross-eyed every night. That would make me a very cranky anthropologist.”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh, it would, would it?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Quite. Seriously, Killian. Do you take like a bottle of Viagra a day? How can any one person stay that horny and hard?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How can you stay so wet and ready?” He countered with a teasing pinch of her nipple. “Some of it is due to the mating pull, the urge to fuck until we’re numb and sore and willing to mate if only to stop fucking ‘til we’re numb and sore. The rest? It’s pure nature, baby. You can’t tell me you didn't enjoy a fair amount of sex before we met. You’re a bit too open to new things for that.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“True, but nothing like this. This is just off the charts!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Laughing, she agreed. Killian rose from the cold ground and helped her to her feet. He carried her to a nearby stream to get cleaned up, joining her in the frigid water. To keep her warm, of course. They talked some more as he cleaned the dirt and mud from her back. She spoke of her dreams and goals, shaking her head in amazement as his cock swelled while he rinsed away their combined come. He answered her questions as he sat on a rock, tugging her onto his lap and sinking into her warm heat with a soft groan. The steady current provided an added sensation as Melody rocked on his lap. She stared her lover’s amazing green eyes as they made love, drowning in his joy and pleasure. It was real. All of it. This incredibly sexy, handsome, virile man was </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">hers</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">, and wanted to be hers forever. Did she want forever with Killian? Yeah, she thought she could definitely handle that. Smiling, she eased them towards completion, awed by the expression on his face as he joined her in release.</span>Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911395478373238005.post-30455516470357371182013-07-10T00:30:00.000-07:002013-07-10T00:30:01.489-07:00Chapter 07<div class="MsoNormal">
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expected, the network executives had been extremely unhappy to learn that
Andrew had sold photographs. Also as expected, they were discussing legal
action against the sullen researcher. He had managed to drink most of the case
of smuggled beer, sinking into a drunken stupor while the rest of the crew
prepacked the equipment. Killian watched from the tree line, grumbling with
frustration. The moon continued its steady trek across the starlit sky, leaving
him with very little time to talk with his mate, convince her to give them a
chance, and hopefully begin their mating. He was not a happy bear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Melody sneak from her tent and make her way to the port-o-john. She eased the
door closed, grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, and darted to the tree
line. Killian was mesmerized by the glorious sight of her huge, bouncing
breasts, their unbound magnificence urging him to touch and taste and bask in
their wondrous softness. He caught her behind the first tree, whipped off her
shirt, and buried his face in her massive cleavage with a happy rumble. Her
breathy giggle urged him on. Lifting her up, he latched onto one tempting
nipple, suckling happily as he carried her deeper into the forest. He groaned
when she wrapped her stout legs around his waist and rubbed her warm pussy
along his dripping cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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much do you like those shorts, mate?” he growled against her breast as he sat
her on a perfectly sized rock. He nipped and bit his way to her other breast,
laving the taut nipple with his tongue before nipping the sensitive tip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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With a growl, he ripped away the offending material and slid his thick cock
home in a single, smooth stroke. “I have been wanting this amazing pussy since
watching you come all over my fingers. God, Melody, you’re so fantastic.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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started with long, steady strokes, making a sound between a growl and a moan
every time he withdrew. Her clutching pussy gripped him like a warm, wet vice.
Heaven. His mate was pure heaven on Earth. Her ankles crossed at his lower
back, pulling him deeper than he had ever dared with a human female. There had
to be some discomfort, he was large even for a bear shifter, but she took it
all and begged for more. Her nails clawed at his back, leaving gouges that he
would cherish later. As his thrusts grew in force and speed, the heavy moon
overhead called to him and his fangs dropped in anticipation of claiming his
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me, Melody.” He reluctantly left her breasts and kissed a hot trail along her
collarbone. “We will talk, I swear. I will explain everything, anything, just
please… please say we can begin our mating tonight.” He sucked on that
sensitive spot behind her ear and felt her inner walls clamping tight around
his thrusting cock. Fur sprouted along his back as his very nature urged him to
mark his female in every way possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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no fair!” Her small hands on his ass, pulling him closer, faster, harder,
threatened to push him over the edge far too soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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words penetrated his lust-hazed brain, and he swallowed his disappointment. She
was right. He was pushing her, manipulating her. He had promised they would
talk and yet he was forcing the decision in a moment of passion. Burying his
face in her hair to hide the few tears he could not stop from falling, Killian
reached between them to thrum her clit and bring her to completion. His mate
had other ideas. She grabbed two great handfuls of his hair, and gave them a
vicious tug until he faced her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Listen,
you stupid bear.” He licked at her lip, moaning when she captured his tongue in
her teeth and sucked it into her mouth. Their tongues stroked and caressed, but
she continued to dominate the kiss. His will melted into goo. “What I meant by ‘no
fair’ was the way your damn cock seemed to grow until I could have sworn I was
tasting you in the back of my throat. No one should be that damned thick and
long and so fucking talented that my brain does a meltdown! I did <i>not</i> mean we couldn't start the mating.” She nipped his lips
and traced his elongated fangs with her tongue. For all that she was still
impaled on his cock and with her shorts half-torn from her dripping pussy, her
smile held a hint of shyness and uncertainty. “I was kinda hoping we would, if
that’s still okay with you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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drew back and stared at her. Her beautiful brown eyes were glazed with lust,
tinted with irritation, but glowed with acceptance. She wasn't denying him.
Holy fuck and hot damn, she wasn't denying him! He growled. He roared. He
picked her up and spun her around with a joyful laugh. And then he kissed her –
deep and hard and thorough. He tasted every damn inch of her delectable mouth
and wanted more. As he laid her, not on the hard rock’s surface but on the
leaf-strewn ground, his eyes drank in her massive tits, her curving hips, her
generous thighs clutching his waist, and he knew right then and there that she
would make the most magnificent bear he had ever seen. He eased his cock from
her clutching pussy and watched in awe as it welcomed him back into its warm,
slick sheath. He held her flushed and swollen lips open, gazing at the wonder
as her body accepted his thick member with ease. Hell yeah, this was his mate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You
noticed how I grew inside you, mate?” Killian’s voice, always deep and rumbly,
vibrated from his chest. His fangs grew as he made a slight shift towards his
larger hybrid-bear form. “A bear’s cock is longer than a human’s. A shifter’s
girth is wider than a human’s. A bear shifter’s strength and speed are greater
than a human’s. I can shift any part of my body that I choose, isolate that one
area until it is more bear than human. Is that what you want, Melody? Do you
want to be fucked by a bear?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Jesus
fucking Christ and all twelve of his goddamn disciples, that sounds like heaven!
Do it, Killian! Fuck me like a bear, and claim your mate.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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out a powerful roar, surging forward with bruising strength. The sounds of
their coupling echoed in the still night, flesh against flesh, moans and
groans, growls and whimpers. He increased his dick’s size slowly. He wanted to
fuck her until she saw stars, not injure her with a swift change. Her pussy
stretched to accept him; her slick walls stroked his shaft with such amazing
warmth that it sent lightning bolts of pleasure throughout his body. His back
arched, his toes curled, and he tipped his head back with a bear’s version of a
hedonistic purr. Holy fuck, she was going to make <i>him</i> see
stars when she came, she was clenching him so tight. Killian pulled her legs
over his arms, planted his hands on either side of her head, and grinned down
at his writhing mate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hang on
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moved in a blur as he hammered her greedy pussy with his unnaturally large
cock. Fur grew along his back, and his claws dug into the soft ground to
prevent him from pushing her with his forceful thrusts. Her breasts shook
delightfully, mesmerizing him with their abandoned dance of soft flesh and
puckered nipples. He caught one in his teeth, chewing and sucking the tender
tip until she cried out with her first orgasm. Her unrelenting pussy gripped
him until he feared she would strip him of a layer of skin. Hell fucking yeah!
He attacked the second nipple with equal fervor, adding a circle of nips and
bites around the quivering peak. She moaned his name and tangled her fingers
into his hair. Sometimes she pulled, sometimes she pushed, but she always
begged for more. He was more than happy to provide.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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skin flushed with the onset of her second orgasm, he wrapped his paw-like hands
under her shoulders to ready her for his bite. He was so close to coming that his
balls had crawled into his ass in an effort to urge him onward. It didn't help
when Melody’s hand snaked between them to rub her clit with lustful abandon.
Damn that woman was determined to kill him, but he was gonna die one happy
bear. He asked again to be certain; her growl impressed him when she told him
to get the fuck on with it. His fangs sank into the join of her shoulder and
neck as he pumped his seed into her pussy. This was his female and woe be to
the man or beast that tried to separate them! Lapping at the wound, he sliced
through his chest with a sharp claw and pressed her lips to the cut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tongue playing over the shallow cut brought new life into his flagging cock.
With a growl, he surged forward, thrusting deep into her slick warmth. He loved
how her flesh molded around his,
gripping him, stroking him, begging him for more. When she suckled at the
healing wound, he nearly lost his mind. He sat up on his knees, pressing her
clit with the pad of his thumb as he watched his thick cock disappear into her
body with bruising force. Her hands played with her tits, pinching and tugging
on the hard nipples. <i>God, she was amazing!</i> As he felt his
orgasm boil up from tight balls, he pinched her clit between his claws. She
opened her mouth to scream but the no sound emerged. Her slick cunt closed
around him like a fist, contracting with each wave of her pleasure and adding
to his own. He did, indeed, see stars. Wind whistled in his ears as his body
locked in carnal ecstasy. He gave a final thrust, shooting the last of his come
deep into her womb, and collapsed on top of his sated and exhausted mate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“When,”
she gasped through a throat parched and scratchy from her moans, “can we do
that again?” Killian chuckled softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian watched the slender biologist try to temper the aggressive male’s enthusiasm over the mud impression. The researcher had earned his instant dislike due to the way he treated Melody, but there was a sense of desperation around the man which made him unpredictable. After they took a gazillion photographs, the shifter emerged from the trees with a bundle wrapped in butcher paper. Using a thin paint scraper, he removed his hybrid print and unwrapped the second imprint taken the same night – this time of his human foot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was slightly smaller than his hybrid form and lacked the distinctive claws, but otherwise looked similar enough to cause dissension in their ranks. He used a stick to create the illusion of claws at the toes, dipped it in the stream, and set it into place. It took him longer than he would have liked to blend it into the rock, but he was satisfied with the results. By the time the team lead returned to make the plaster impression, there would be nothing but a smudged human footprint at the cave mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chuckling to himself, he gathered his tools, removed his tracks, and slipped back into the forest. The next stage would be a two-prong attack that they wouldn't notice until the morning. He stuffed his tools into the work shed, shifted into bear form, and returned to the encampment. It was getting harder and harder to stay away from his sexy human mate. When he arrived, the camp was in chaos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What do you mean the print had changed? Prints don’t just change, Terry!” Andrew paced in front of the food tent, a cigarette dangling from his lips and his hair sticking up at odd angles. “Tim was there, too. He saw it! We had photographs, for fuck’s sake.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then show them to me, Andy.” The older man stood with his arms crossed over his chest, feet shoulder-width apart. Killian smirked as Terry's stance issued an obvious challenge. By the way the aggressive human reacted, he recognized it and retreated into sullenness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“And I want you to show them to me again. If this thing’s legit as you say it is, surely you’ll want to show them to me? Besides, we’ll need to edit them into the episode.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, I don’t exactly have them anymore,” Andrew lit another cigarette off the first, and stuck the butt into his discarded beer can. </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That’s an unauthorized beverage while on set, Andrew McMasters,</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Killian tutted to himself. Sitting back on his haunches, he wondered how the foolish researcher would weasel his way out of this one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What?” Melody choked on her water, as did a few of the others. “What happened? Did the laptop crash?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What do you mean by not exactly?” Terry pulled the unopened beer from Andrew’s hand and slammed it onto the table. “There’s a backup on the camera, right?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I bet he’s sold them, and had to delete them as part of the deal.” Brian, on loan from the ghost hunting shows, looked up from his game of solitaire. “How much </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">did</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> you lose in Vegas, Andy?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Shut up, Brian,” Andrew snarled, whipping around Terry to retrieve his beer. “You don’t know anything.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“If you didn't sell them, where are they?” The gruff team lead stared a hole in the young researcher. Killian would have liked the older man a lot more if he wasn't lusting over Melody. If that man jacked off one more time after ogling his mate’s gorgeous tits, he was definitely going to bite his dick off. The bear flopped onto his stomach with a rumbling, pouting growl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, it’s like that, huh? You’re just going to listen to Brian and that fat bitch without even hearing my side of things? Maybe if you raised your eyes above her tits, you’d see what she’s doing to you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Excuse the fuck out of you?” Melody stood and got in the slender man’s face. Killian drooled as her chest heaved, straining the thin material of her shirt. “Why don’t you unknot your pencil dick, and get the fuck over the fact that there’s a woman on the team? I won’t even address your comments on my weight or the size of my chest, because they don’t have a single goddamned thing to do with this discussion.” She punctuated each point with a stab of her finger into Andrew’s chest, knocking him back a few inches each time. “You took the pictures. Those pictures are now gone. The same pictures that </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">are property of the network,</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> you misogynistic asswipe. I hope you got enough money to pay your bookie </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> your lawyer.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wait, lawyer? What the fuck is she talking about, Terry?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Something you should have thought about, Andy, if you really did sell those pictures.” Brian gathered his cards, shuffling them with smooth expertise. "Everything seen, written about, photographed, or shat out of your poor delusional brain is property of the network execs. Even if you took the pictures with your cell phone or drew them as hieroglyphs on the cave walls. Read your fucking contract, dude.” Andrew drained his beer, and fell into the nearest chair with a groan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you sell the pictures, Andy?” Terry asked again. The man nodded, propping his elbows on the table and burying his head in his hands. Killian almost felt sorry for him. Almost. “Can you get them back?” The younger man shrugged. “You’re fucked, you know that?” Andrew dropped his head onto the metal camp table with a thud. “Okay, guys. I've got to alert the network of this little problem. Andy, stay in your tent or with one of the guys. I don’t want you wandering off. Brian, I need you and Melody to go out and take down the cameras. I have a feeling they’re going to shut us down after this.” The researcher just banged his head on the table again while the others went into motion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian trailed a respectable distance from his mate and the human male, listening to their sparse conversation, eating a few berries, remarking his territory. If the crew left early, his claim on his mate would fade in time. This made him very sad. He enjoyed her attitude as well as her enthusiasm. She hadn't even screamed when he turned into a bear, though her soundless gaping hadn't been her most attractive look. The thought of her leaving made his cock even sadder. It really enjoyed its enthusiastic journeys into her delightfully tight pussy and her sinfully wicked mouth. No, he had to convince her to either stay, or at least return to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He was so deep into his thoughts, a first for him, that he almost tumbled into the clearing where the pair had stopped for the final camera. Brian shimmied up the tree in record time, retrieved the camera, and lowered it to Melody. He started on the buckles and straps, while hanging onto the thick branch like a hairless monkey.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So,” he called down as he dropped each strap to the floor. “How long have you known the bear?” The bear in question sat abruptly on his haunches, fanged jaw hanging open in shock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The what?” Though she only hesitated a brief second, it was a very telling second.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The bear you've been sneaking out of your tent to meet by the stream. Look, I don’t care who you’re banging, but you have to be careful. Not all shifters have your best interests at heart, you know?” He tossed the last of the straps to the ground then jumped nimbly from the branch. Killian’s eyes narrowed. </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Too nimbly.</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Raising his nose to the air, he finally caught the scent. Bobcat. Son of a bitch!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, hello there.” Brian’s brown gaze moved from his mate’s face to his own, and it held more than a hint of genuine appreciation. A low purr started in the ghost hunter’s throat when Killian stepped, fully nude, from the bushes. “Nevermind my question, Melody. I completely understand why you’re sneaking out to meet him. Good catch!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Killian! What the fuck are you doing here, and where are your clothes?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Following you, of course.” He folded his mate into his arms, and nodded to the strange shifter. “Hoping to get a chance to talk to you about tonight.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Killian Lancashire. I think we met at an electronics and computer expo a few years back. Great lecture, better ass.” Brian held out his hand with a grin. “Now that I’ve seen the rest, I’m even more disappointed that you seem to have found your mate. Brian Arcady, by the way.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I think I remember you.” They shook hands, and he noticed the cat scenting the air. If he hadn’t been so intent on claiming his mate, he might have smelled the other shifter before now. A cub’s mistake. “You were doing the panel on infrared cameras, right?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“In more ways than one. You wouldn't believe how many times a man can come if you can purr when his cock is in your throat.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Hmm, I bet.” Killian’s cock twitched in interested curiosity, thumping against Melody’s hip as if asking permission. He received a frown in reply. “What? I’d love it if you could purr, mate. Do you know how awesome that would feel? Like a living, sucking vibrator. Hell fucking yeah!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Of course not!” He tried to look affronted, but a silly grin worked its way over his face. “Sometimes I think about fucking you ‘til we both pass out.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Melody threw her arms up, giving him the perfect opportunity to turn her around in his arms. Her generous tits pressed against his chest, pulling a happy rumble from his chest. He gripped her hips, grinding his erection against her jeans-clad crotch as he peppered kisses along her neck. “Killian,” she moaned, pushing at his shoulders while tilting her head back. “We have an audience, you silly bear.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“The cat can get his own lover,” he mumbled against her shoulder. Her shiver when he nipped his healed bite encouraged him further, and he eased his hands beneath her thin shirt to unclasp her bra. “Or he can watch. Or join in. I don’t care. Want you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh, sweet God, yes!” He nudged her shirt to her neck, clasping his teeth around one eager and waiting nipple and suckling hard. “Wait, no! I mean… oh, fuck, that feels good.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hell, yeah,” Killian rumbled against her luscious tits. He deftly maneuvered the button and zipper, and pushed her jeans to her ankles. As his fingers plunged into her waiting pussy, he felt the cat’s warm hands caressing his ass. He hoped to hell his mate didn’t mind a bit of hedonistic sharing, because those hands felt heavenly. “Kick off those shoes, mate. Want to taste that delicious cunt of yours.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He kissed his way down her stomach, teasing her navel with his tongue as she toed off her sneakers. He laid her down on the damp ground, and spread her legs as wide as they would go. With a growl, he attacked her dripping lips, licking and slurping up her juices with enthusiastic abandon. He shoved his rough tongue deep into her quivering hole, and fucked her with long strokes. As she squirmed beneath his assault, He felt Brian’s hot mouth, tight throat, and then the mind-numbing purrs around his engorged cock. </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fuck yeah, it felt awesome!</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He replaced his tongue with three thrusting fingers, meeting Brian’s amber eyes as the cat gobbled up his cock. Killian felt Melody approaching her first orgasm and bit down on her clit. Fuck, she gripped him like an anaconda. He forced his fingers to keep thrusting into her sopping, gripping cunt, and urged her towards another climax. She sobbed his name as he kept her hanging, edging her higher and higher. </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Damn, his mate was beautiful during sex!</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian eased another finger into her slick channel, stretching her as he finger-fucked her with abandon. His eyes latched onto his mate’s hands when she started pinching and tugging on her nipples. He growled around her clit, and thrust deep into Brian’s throat. The cat choked at first, then purred louder and pressed against the bear’s ass. Though he was a bit nervous, having only played like that once before, Killian pressed back against the probing fingers. The cat had unerring aim, stroking along his prostate with insistent fingertips. </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goddamn, he was going to lose his fucking mind, soon!</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Their release washed over the trio like a line of falling dominos. Melody fell over the edge first, biting the heel of her hand to keep from alerting the camp of their activities. Her pussy clutched Killian’s fingers to the point of pain. He followed, choking his purring cat friend with a seemingly endless flood of come. Brian, left to his own devices, gave his cock one final tug, and sprayed his seed onto the bear’s ass and thighs. Killian rested his face on his mate’s contracting, smooth skin while the cat scooted from beneath his quivering body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wouldn't be adverse to a repeat of that someday, Killian,” Brian gasped. “Your mate is a lucky woman.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You should have fucked him, Brian,” Melody muttered. He looked into her sated but smiling eyes, and answered her saucy grin with his tentative one. “I think he’d like it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re okay with what we did, mate?” Killian crawled up her body, cradling her with his arms. “I guess I should have asked, but then he started purring and my brain misfired. I don’t want this to cause problems. I know I haven’t exactly gone about this the right way, but I don’t want to lose you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I'm okay with it, just warn me next time. The sex is great, Killian, but we do need to talk. If we want a relationship, we can’t base it on fucking.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I know,” he sighed, then leaned down to nibble one of her pert nipples. “But you’re just so perfect for me. I mean, damn woman, look at these tits! How can a man think when faced with such excellent examples of… of… absolute perfection?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Get off me, silly bear.” He pouted as she rolled to her feet. “We have to get back, or the entire camp will think I’ve been out here fucking Brian. I mean, they won’t be far off the mark, but I’d rather not face more trouble right now.” He untied her shoes and handed them to her, helping her brush the leaves from her socks. “The network will probably shut us down if Tim really did sell those photographs.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“He did.” Killian reclasped her bra with a disappointed sigh, brushing her erect nipples with longing. He loved how she arched into his touch, even though she pulled her shirt into place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Because I bought them, of course.” Brian had his shirt half-tucked into his jeans while Melody stopped in the middle of zipping hers; both stared at him, jaws dropping. “I wasn't about to let something like that get out, and I knew he would try to sell them. He’s about half a million in debt to the Vegas mob. He’s desperate.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Now, how do you know </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">?” When she bent over to brush the last of the leaves from her clothing, Killian’s cock honed in on her plump, perfect ass like a missile. It hadn't even been five minutes since their last romp, and he wanted to rip off her clothes and carry her away like a horny caveman. He licked his lips; Brian did, too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I know because that’s what I do. Well, not spy on television folks, really, but I get paid to root around in other people’s computers and tell them where their security holes are. Your buddy Andrew irritated me enough that I comp’d him one.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“First the mob, and now the tv execs. This is not going to end well.” Brian hefted the case full of equipment, handing the smaller bag containing the straps and pulleys to Melody. She glared; he shrugged unrepentantly. “Shifters are stronger than humans. Get used to it. Listen, the camp will be humming most of the night. I’m pretty sure we’ll be packing up in the morning, but they may put us in a hotel instead of changing the flights. I’ll make sure Ms. Kleptner sneaks away tonight. It’s the full moon. Important time to start a mating.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, it is. Thanks, Brian.” He coaxed Melody into his embrace, enveloping her in his scent while giving her a deep but gentle kiss. “We’ll talk tonight, okay? I swear. Maybe after the first round, but we’ll talk.” He winked, and was relieved to see her grin. “I won’t deny I love the sex. It’s better than great and I’m totally addicted to you, but I want more. Maybe a whole lot more.” He swallowed hard after throwing that out there. It was in her hands now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I think I do, too.” This time, she kissed him. He groaned when she wrapped her hand around his hard cock and gave it a slow stroke. When she pulled back, her eyes were twinkling, her smile was dazzling, and his cock was weeping in frustration. “I’ll admit to the awesome sex. A gal like me doesn't find a guy like you everyday, and I’m not talking about your insatiable lust. I get the feeling that you’re more than just a talented mouth and an impressive dick. I’d like the opportunity to find out.” Swooping down to place a quick kiss and lick to his begging and pleading cock, she waved and disappeared towards the camp. Brian just chuckled and followed her.</span></div>
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alarm was an evil demon from hell sent to make her life miserable. Melody
smacked the travel clock to turn it off, then smacked it several more times
just to teach it a lesson. Damn, she was tired! Killian really needed to give
her a chance to sleep. As she stretched her aching body, a smile curved her
lips. Her sexy bear had been at her mercy for once, and she reveled in the
minor victory. Gathering her toiletries, she stumbled from her tent and
muttered sleepy greetings to her crewmates on her way to her secluded stream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in the shallow water as she bathed, letting the icy current soothe her aching
pussy from its recent, enthusiastic activities. While she was definitely not a
thin, fragile woman, Killian wasn't a small man in any manner. He had to be
over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, large hands, and muscular thighs
beneath his breathtaking ass. His cock had been intimidating at first, thicker
and longer than anything she’d seen outside a porno, and seemed to have only
two modes of operation: hard and harder. Melody winced as she rinsed the lather
from between her legs, but had to smile as well. She couldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy her lusty bear’s abandoned fits of lust. There was just that one
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If it
was just that, she could probably adjust to it eventually. Some folks had unusual attributes, like her Great-Uncle the wolf-boy. Others had unusual habits
and hobbies. A former co-worker was married to a guy who actually believed he
was a member of Starfleet Command. But Killian didn't suffer from a hairy
disease, nor did he just think he could turn into a bear. He actually <i>could</i> turn into a fucking bear, and he wanted her to become
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from the stream when her ass cheeks grew numb, and dried off with her small
towel. As she stepped into her panties, she realized she needed to spend some
time with her lover that didn't involve fucking like bunnies. Or bears. Or
whatever. They needed to discuss plans, expectations, jobs… all the mundane
shit that made a relationship something other than just a couple of horny
encounters. She wasn't going to discount the mind-blowing sex - every step
reminded her of how enjoyable that particular aspect had been - but she was a
practical girl as well. She wasn't about to base her future, or give up being a
card-carrying human, on Killian’s ability to make her come until she passed
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rinsed out her night clothes and considered her options. Majoring in
anthropology with a specialization in unverified or lost species, Melody had
spent three years with an archaeological company. She learned a lot and greatly
respected her colleagues, but discovered that sweeping sand off millennia-old
bones was simply not her thing. She enjoyed sand only when it trailed off into
a frothy surf, something the desert decidedly lacked. So, when the network
offered her a contract first as a consultant, and then as the dissenting voice,
she fled that dig so fast she left a whirlwind in her wake. She really hoped it didn't trap her co-workers inside the old tomb; it would take them forever to
dig out with those tiny shovels and toothbrushes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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been a bit disappointed with her experience with the television program. While
it was an excellent job with great exposure, there was a distinct lack of job
security. As the newest hire, she was the first to get the boot if ratings
continued to drop. Which they would do if her ursine lover totally debunked the
Alabama Bigfoot, as was his plan. She wondered if there was any kind of work in
this area for a semi-famous anthropology research major? Again, something she
needed to ask her bear before they got to the fun sexy-times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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draped her wet things over her guy-lines to dry and headed for the food tent.
One downside to her lusty encounters was a heightened appetite. If she wasn't careful, she would eat more than her share of the rations and have the crew
accuse her of being pregnant. She started a pot of water for coffee and threw
some sausage into the pan when the reality of her last thought filtered through
her sleep-numbed mind. <i>Pregnant.</i> Holy. Fuck. They hadn't used any kind of protection during their X-rated aerobics. Sure, she was on the
pill, but it wasn't foolproof. Adding some scrambled eggs and cheese to the
pan, she wondered if condoms even came in his size. <i>I bet the cashier would
be either impressed or not believe he was for real. Knowing Killian, he would
take it out and prove it to them.</i> She snickered as she poured the hot
water into the press.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What’s
got you so damn cheerful this morning, Kleptner?” Terry stumbled into the tent
wearing nothing but a low-riding pair of knit shorts and scowl. The rising heat
and high humidity left by the storm plastered the thin material to the older
man’s body, outlining it in mouth-watering perfection. He might not be as large
as her bear, but she would bet money that he was still a very impressive,
beautiful man. She took a large bite of her omelet to keep from asking him for
a peek, and pushed the remainder of her boiling water towards him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What’s
on the schedule today, boss?” Melody finally managed to choke out after he sat,
hiding his thick cock and heavy balls beneath the table. <i>Good Lord,
I’m getting as depraved and sex-crazed as Killian.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Andy
and Tim are out swapping the cameras already. Once they’re back, we’ll review
the footage and see where to place the better ones. Tim and I will film the
updates for the show, while Andy and Brian place the rest of the cameras.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah,
and you won’t unless the cameras have something for us. We filmed your
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Gotcha.
Just here to feed the bugs yet again. I don’t understand why I come out on
location if it’s just to sit in the tent and give Andrew fits.” She stabbed at
a piece of sausage, and pointed her fork at the handsome older man. “This shit
gets old, Terry. How am I supposed to provide a balanced opinion on these wild
goose chases when the old-boy’s-club never lets me speak, huh?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“When we
have something for you to talk about, you will.” He refilled the kettle and set
it on the flame with a sigh. “Look, we both know we’re out here chasing down
some redneck pulling a prank, or a bear, or some other very normal creature. I've chased monsters for nearly ten years and haven’t ever found proof of anything,
but we need to make this look good or we’re sunk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Melody drummed her fingers on the table, wondering how much to tell. The cave
Killian had talked about wasn’t too far from her bathing stream. Perhaps just a
nudge? “Look, you know what I think this is, right? It’s either some hairy old
man giggling his ass off while screwing with the neighbors, or a bunch of kids
trying to become famous. I can’t rule out bears, though. I've seen some tracks
near the stream I use for bathing. Might be a den close by.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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And you keep using it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It’s
better than waiting for the guys to stop beating their chests to claim the
solar shower. I said I’ve seen tracks; I didn't say I had actually seen a bear
anywhere near that stream.” A technicality but the truth. Killian had been in
human form when he plucked her from the stream. “Anyway, I’m going to clean up
my mess here, and then hide out in my tent unless needed. Call me if there’s
anything other than a mosquito the size of a cat on those cameras. I think we
can all verify that those damn things exist.” Terry laughed, but agreed. The
blood-sucking insects had plagued the entire crew, and it had only gotten worse
since the rain stopped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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popped open the stadium seat she had stuffed into her gear, and settled against
it with a sigh. She hated not having back support; she always ended up hunching
over which she knew would put a kink in her back later. After powering up her
cell phone, she checked her emails and searched for universities in the area.
She bookmarked a couple close by and shut it down again to preserve the waning
battery. This part of the trips sucked donkey dicks. Boring, hot,
uncomfortable… why couldn't she wait for them at the nearest hotel and just
join them when they decided to let her come play?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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at least this trip, she managed to snare her one hell of a lover. Killian was
handsome in a rugged, shaggy kind of way. He had broad shoulders, barrel
chested, trim waist, an ass to die for, and oh my God, that cock of his! There
were times she swore she tasted him on her tongue while he was pounding into
her. She was definitely in heaven. Granted, there was that one little issue
about turning into a bear, but no one was perfect, right? Which reminded her,
she had some questions for her randy bear. Hopefully, he could keep his dick to
himself long enough for her to get some answers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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time the guys returned with the cameras, she had filled three full pages in her
notebook. Some of the questions assumed a level of relationship he hadn't quite
committed to but that was part of it. What exactly did he mean by <i>mate</i>? Was that bear code for a good fuck? A potential
spouse? Mother of his furry children? Oh shit. She scribbled another question
into the book, and hoped if they did progress to the actual making babies part
and not just more practice that she would have a baby and not a bear. Those
claws would probably hurt worse than fuck!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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get your ass out here!” Andrew’s hostile bellow drew her out of her daydream
(daymare? What did one call a nightmare during a daydream anyway?). Grumbling,
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what you said!” Melody stepped from the tent, pushing the thinner man onto his
ass as she shouldered past him. “Hell, the folks in town heard you. Did you
find another blurry picture for me to look at?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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found a print!” Even his pissy attitude couldn't hide his excitement, and he
rushed towards the network’s laptop. “We took pictures of it on the way back
from gathering the cameras. Terry and Tim are at the site to get a mold of the
impression so it can be catalogued. Look at this beauty!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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practically bounced in his seat as he pulled up at least a dozen shots of the
footprint in question. One of the crew had placed a dollar bill beside the
print to give it perspective, and it was huge. Half washed away by the recent
storm, what remained dwarfed the faded bill. The foot that made this had to be
over twelve inches long and almost five inches wide. The only way this print
was real was if it had been made by a prop… or a partially shifted bear. Could
he stop between human and animal? Another question for her list. <i>Damn
you, Killian</i>!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re
not trying to say <i>this</i> is a fake, are you? God dammit,
woman, you wouldn't believe in Bigfoot if he wandered into your fucking tent,
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Andrew,
I’m just saying that it’s too soon to form an opinion. Yes, it could be faked
with a mold and some liquid latex or ballistics gel. Weigh it down and TA-DA!
You have an monster footprint.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“And who
in this area has that kind of money? Ballistics gel isn't exactly cheap, you
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I only
mentioned the gel because it’s squishy like normal tissue. Don’t be such an
ass. This had to have a frame or it would have melded together.” She scrolled
back in the pictures until she found one that included the cave mouth. “But
this is what really caught my eye. If you look here, you can clearly see that
whatever or whoever owned this ‘foot’ obviously wasn't walking anywhere. It’s <i>inside the cave</i> and facing inwards. If the owner of the
‘foot’ wasn't entering the cave, why did he, she, or it put a footprint there?
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Only
after I make my million.” Andrew grabbed control of the mouse and blew up the
photograph in question. “Who’s to say the owner of the foot wasn't bedding down
for the night?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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cave?” Melody’s brows were pushed into her hairline by a bubble of laughter.
She wrestled the mouse away to zoom into the picture. “How tall would you say
Tim is? Five foot nine? Maybe Five-Ten? Feet that size would have an equally
large body attached to it. If the lip of the cave mouth barely comes up to
Tim’s waist, do you really think a creature that size could even fit?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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see what Terry says when they get back with the impressions.” The surly researcher
slammed the laptop closed, kicked the chair aside, and stormed into his tent.
Melody groaned and buried her face in her hands. She was absolutely going to
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He ran through the pouring rain, his massive paws tearing up the muddy soil and uprooting sagging plants. There was a shallow cave less than a quarter mile from his mate’s encampment. It was the perfect location to lay a trap destined to get the television crew as well as the locals off his furry back. He spent two hours walking from the cave to a nearby pond, clawing up a few pines, and leaving muddy prints around and inside the small den. Then he left his final gift.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian had always assumed the legend of Sasquatch and Bigfoot resulted from humans seeing a bear shifter in their hybrid form. The most powerful stage of a shifter’s transformation, the hybrid took more energy to maintain yet retained the characteristics of the other two forms. It allowed him to keep the claws and warm, protective fur of a large bear while retaining a humanoid's shape, agility, and dexterity. From a distance, it would be easy to assume he was either a very hairy man or a very man-like creature. Humans simply didn't know that both assumptions were right and wrong at the same time. He didn't think they were ready for the truth, though. He had no desire to end up in a zoo, laboratory, or government testing facility.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peering at the circle of tents from the clearing’s edge, he lifted his nose to the air and counted the different scents. The angry photographer snored worse than a badger. The dashing team leader slept in blissful peace; probably dreaming of Melody’s magnificent breasts, the pervert. Killian hadn't missed the sounds of masturbation coming from the supply tent. If he tried to do more than fantasize, he’d bite the man’s dick off. Growling, he scented the others, content to find they slept more or less peacefully. That left his mate. He licked his lips, and ambled into the clearing towards her tent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Killian!” she hissed, sitting up to peek through a curtain flap. “What the hell are you doing here?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I've missed you,” he answered simply, pouting when she covered her beautiful tits with her shirt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That, too. Come with me?” He held out his hand, waiting to see if she would agree. She hesitated for less than a second, slipped her feet into her shoes, and laid her hand in his. He could have roared his happiness. Instead, he peeked through the door flap, eased from her tent, scooped her into his arms, and ran for the trees.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian took her to a mossy embankment near her bathing stream. He wanted her in his home, but it was too far away for the little time they had. The crew would get suspicious if she kept disappearing, and she had already informed him that she needed at least </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">some</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> sleep. He set her gently onto the spongy moss, and peeled off her clothing. She really was beautiful. Determined to go slower than their heated couplings of earlier, he captured her lips in a gentle kiss as his hands relearned her generous curves.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One hand traveled over the curve of her hip, along the crease of her thigh, and between the smooth lips of her pussy. Flicking her clit with his thumb, he eased two thick fingers inside her eager channel. She met each of his slow thrusts with an eager whimper, clutching at his hair and shoulders as she returned his increasingly heated kisses. Killian cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple that was stiff from arousal and the cool night air. When his nail scraped across the sensitive peak, she moaned into his mouth and pressed her breast into his hand. He pinched the pert bud hard between his fingers, tugging it as she gasped and squirmed against him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I thought you were supposed to know that, already.” She whimpered when he released the tortured nipple, only to sigh when he replaced his hands with his mouth. “Soul mates and all that.” He bit her nipple none too gently, causing her yelp even as the scent of her arousal flooded his nose. “Don’t bite them off, for fuck’s sake, Killian!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then answer the question, Melody. What do you like? What do you want, right now?” He lapped at her taut nipple, his fangs scraping over her tender skin as his bear joined in their play.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“More,” she groaned. “More of this, more of you, more of everything. Just more!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He laid her on the spongy moss, her legs resting over his spread thighs so he could watch his fingers thrust into her sopping pussy. She arched her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning when he added a third, and shattering when he added a fourth. He didn't give her time to rest. He rubbed her hard clit with his thumb as he curved his fingers to rub her G-spot. As she gasped and writhed beneath him, he assaulted her beautiful breasts. Pinching, licking, sucking, and biting her nipples, Killian coaxed a second and then a third orgasm from her responsive body. Tears leaked from her eyes as he brought her towards that peak for a fourth time. Before she could topple over it, he rolled her onto her stomach, pulled her to her knees, and thrust in balls deep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, clasping one throbbing breast as he fucked her hard and fast. His slick fingers, no longer buried in her delightful pussy, tortured her throbbing clit. What had started as a need to make love to his mate had turned into another round of animalistic rutting. From Melody’s cries and moans of pleasure, she wasn’t disappointed in the change of plans. She had planted her hands onto the soft moss as leverage to meet his pounding cock. As his seed boiled up from his aching balls, he sank his fangs into her shoulder to hold her in place. The moment his teeth pierced her tender skin, she shook with a powerful orgasm that flooded his cock with her come. Killian lifted his bloody mouth from her shoulder to roar his own release to the sky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Panting, he eased them both onto the moss with her cradled close to his chest. Killian lay on his side, reluctant to leave the warm haven of her pussy, and caressed her soft curves. His fingers played along her skin, brushing her bruised and sore nipples and stroking her throbbing clit. She moaned softly as another small orgasm shook her exhausted body. He growled in approval, kissing the bruises left by his bite.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, tell me.” Melody grabbed his hands, holding them away from her when he tried to coax more pleasure from her over-stimulated nerves. “What’s with all the biting? Am I your mate or a chew toy? Will I turn furry at the next full moon or what?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“You are definitely my mate,” he chuckled while nibbling her sore shoulder. “There’s no getting away from it now. I've claimed you; you’re mine.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“You’re also about three seconds away from my foot relocating your nuts into a shiny new pair of earrings.” She wriggled out of his arms, turning to stand with her hands on her hips. The stance pushed her magnificent chest into prominence. He drooled, and his cock sat up and took notice. “For once, could you just answer the Goddamn question? And wipe your chin; you look depraved.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Okay, okay!” He rolled onto his back, and stretched. He knew it showed his body to its best advantage, and hoped his mate would get too distracted by it to want to talk for too much longer. He wanted another good romp before taking her back to her tent. “Bears tend to be a bit energetic when claiming their mates…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“No shit, Sherlock. I feel like I've been put on a perpetual fucking machine powered by psychotic Energizer bunnies. Don’t you ever get tired? Raw? </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Chafe?</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The urge to mate as often as possible will lessen in time, but it won’t go away. You’re my mate. I want you.” He shrugged, then groaned when she crossed her arms under her breasts. The stance pushed them together and raised them into delectable prominence. He wrapped his fist around his throbbing cock and began to stroke slowly. “Um, yes, biting. Because we take great delight in claiming our mates, the gods, fate, whatever you want to call it, have deemed it necessary to make it harder to turn others. It’s supposed to allow the human mate to have an opportunity between enthusiastic rutting to consider the consequences, advantages, and disadvantages of becoming a shifter.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His eyes followed her as she stepped between his legs, though he continued his slow strokes. When she nudged at his thighs, he spread them willingly. A rumble of lust vibrated through his chest as she knelt and replaced his hand with hers. A low roar poured from his throat when her lips closed over the dripping head, and he struggled not to surge forward and thrust deeper into her warm mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Go on, Killian.” Melody removed her lips from his cock, and gave him a sultry smile. “You wanted to tease, so now it’s my turn to play. That doesn't mean I don’t want to know about this biting thing.” Her warm lips sank onto his cock, and his claws sank into the soft moss. He growled when her breasts brushed against his heavy balls with every shallow bob of her head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I barely know my name when you do that, mate. Fuck!” She sucked a testicle in her mouth and teased it with her tongue. His brain misfired, while his cock oozed its approval. “Um, oh hell yeah, just like that. It takes a bit more than just a single – sweet baby Jesus where did you learn to do </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">? – um, a single bite from me to turn you into a bear shifter. I need to – holy fucking shit! – need to bite you on each of the four – dear God, </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">yes</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - four major moon phases. Please, Melody, can’t we talk about this later?” He pleaded in a rush.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No.” She lapped up the precum as it trickled from his cock like a fountain. She covered her finger with the slick fluid, as she rubbed the sensitive head. “If you wait, you’ll never tell me. I need to know this, Killian.” Her mouth descended like a bird of prey, and he was helpless against her attack. As he watched her swallow an impressively large amount of his cock, he once more sent his joyful gratitude to the watching fates. His mate gave great head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Okay, okay, moon phases. Your mouth should come with a warning label, you know that?” Killian took deep breaths in an effort to keep his pounding heart from running wild around the clearing. Then she hummed around his cock buried in her throat and he gave that fucker free reign. “Killing me here, mate. Jeez, so, yeah. Four bites on the phases: first and third quarter and the new and full moons. Full moon is tomorrow, so that would start the process – holy mother of God, where do you think you’re putting that?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Relax, scaredy bear.” If a hum around his cock had been lovely, a giggle felt positively divine. Too bad she coupled it with a slick finger pressing into his very virgin ass. Then she rubbed against something in the vicinity of his navel and his back arched, his cock gave an enthusiastic </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hell, yeah!</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, and a happy roar bubbled up from his toes. “See? Knew you’d like that. Tell me the rest and I’ll let you come.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You are an evil woman, and I think I love you already,” Killian’s hips pumped in time with her voracious mouth and thrusting finger. He whimpered only a tiny bit when she added a second, but damn if she hadn't found some kind of secret pleasure button. His growls were a continuous rumble as he struggled with coherent thought. “On each phase with a bite, (holy shit, woman, that wasn't a suggestion!) you need to bite me back. It’s like a-an infection, I guess – ohyespleasermoreharder – as we need to exchange blood over a full month. Melody!” His balls were so hard and tight against his body, he feared they were going to make a full tactical retreat soon. As his orgasm loomed, his wicked mate put a death grip on his poor, aching cock to prevent his release. Her fingers rubbed his prostate with laser-sighted precision. He was going to go blind soon if she didn't let him come.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Just a bit longer, my bear.” She nipped the purple head, flooding his already overwhelmed senses with more pleasure. He banged his head on the ground, told his pride to fuck off, and begged. “Soon, I promise. Now, what if I don’t bite you back, Killian?”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Please, Melody! I’m begging you. Jesus! Okay, if you skip a phase, it starts over – dear sweet God in Heaven, don’t stop! It’s so we can’t force the change on someone. <b><i>HOLY FUCK</i></b>!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her nose brushed his coarse fur around the base of his aching cock as he lodged fully in her throat. Did she breathe through her ears? He nearly wept when she released her vice-like hold and the let the blood flow. He pumped his hips, fucking her face with savage intensity. It was simply a happy coincidence that his thrusts also pounded his ass onto her wicked fingers. When she finally let him come, his roar sent the birds into the sky and several trees shed their leaves in celebration of his release. Through the intense ringing in his ears, he heard her splashing in the stream and moving around just outside his range of vision.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I think you sucked my bones out through my dick.” He melted further into the spongy moss, with a goofy smile on his face. Staring up at the twinkling stars, he realized that he was so relaxed that his voice had slurred when he talked. Killian giggled. He fucking <i>giggled!</i> Bears did not giggle, but hot damn! Warmth and pride filled his heart; his mate was fucking amazing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, you might want to hunt them up. It’s close to dawn and I've got to get some sleep.” Melody loomed over his sated and relaxed body. He frowned. <i>When did she put clothes on?</i> “Unless you’re willing to give up this crazy idea of fucking with the show, I need to get back to my tent. So, up, up, up!”</span></div>
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watched in horror as her lover seemed to both melt and expand from a bipedal
human into a quadrupedal black bear. A disturbingly familiar black bear. A
familiar black bear with a <i>very</i> familiar erect cock. With a
grunt, the bear leaned against the large bed and wrapped his paw around the
base of his penis. His eyes were the same exquisite green as Killian’s, though
his cock seemed even larger. As he mimicked his slow strokes from the day
before, it began to dawn on her that he was telling her the truth. The bear was
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Her lover was a fucking <i>bear</i>. A bubble of hysterical
laughter formed, but she clamped down on that fucker. No way was she falling
apart in front of a strangely sexy masturbating <i>bear</i>.
Scrambling for the latch, she opened the door onto the balcony and promptly
fell onto her ass. Her thighs screamed as she crab walked to the bannister, but
she refused to turn her back on the large black bear in the bedroom. When her
back struck the rough wood railing, she rose on shaky legs and darted a quick
glance over the edge. The drop was short, barely five feet, onto a
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she started the mad climb over the railing and to freedom. She raised her leg
to swing over the rails and felt a coarse, warm tongue plunge into her exposed
pussy. Melody froze. The tongue returned, repetitively thrusting deep inside
her tender hole in an obvious imitation of a more carnal sex act. Like the
bubble of hysteria earlier, she clamped her lips closed on the treacherous moan
that welled up from her stomach. A furry paw landed on her leg when she tried
to continue climbing the rails and the tongue alternated its thrusts with a
rough lap at her clit. Her moans didn't ask her permission; they sallied forth
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it didn't matter who or what was behind her; that thrusting tongue was doing
sinfully wonderful things to her pussy. Melody quit trying to escape and
started pushing back, her soft moans growing in volume. The paw holding her leg
shifted, the fur receding to calloused fingers and tanned skin. She protested
when his wicked tongue slurped free of her throbbing channel, but shouted her
approval when it was replaced by Killian’s hard cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I won’t
hurt you, Melody,” he rumbled in her ear. The bannister rail creaked from the
force of his thrusts. She gripped the edge, no longer trying to escape but to
press hard against his surging cock. He accented his next words with particularly
savage thrusts, bruising her tender pussy but bringing her release that much
closer. “You. Are. My. Mate.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her forehead on her hands, and planted her foot against the lowest railing.
Pressing against it gave her better leverage. Her large breasts swung free,
slapping against her hands with each of his powerful thrusts. He kept her
splayed open wide, his large cock ploughing into her sodden pussy so deep it
caused a sharp ache in the pit of her stomach. Still, she met him thrust for
thrust, and shouted his name as she drenched him with her come. A heavy hand
gripped her shoulder, pressing her firmly against the rail as his thrusts grew
more erratic. He roared his release, filling her with his seed until it ran
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turned her head and pressed a kiss to the hand still gripping her shoulder.
Killian’s softening cock pulsed and throbbed inside her as he eased her leg
from the rail. His warm chest rested against her back, and he nuzzled her hair
aside to kiss her neck. As frightened as she had been when he had first changed
into a bear, she now felt as if he would never allow anything to scare her
again. She remembered how safe she had felt by the stream and earlier in his
living room. His being a bear made her feel even safer, rather than scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“This is
some freaky shit, Killian.” His rumbly chuckle shook her against the wooden
rail, reminding her that it had sharp edges that liked to bite into soft flesh.
“We need to talk, but can we move off the rail? I think I've got a splinter in
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’ll be
more than happy to search for it.” She giggled as her bear cupped her large
breasts with his even larger hands and eased her off the bannister.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Somehow,
he managed to settle onto a cushioned lounge chair without dislodging his
half-hard cock from her body. She wondered how often he had practiced that
move, so she asked him. His laughter wrapped around her like a warm blanket,
and she decided she didn't really care. Whoever he had practiced on, she was
the one reveling in his gained expertise. Perched on his lap and wrapped in his
arms, Melody sighed as his hands lightly roamed her body. She was sore, but
unwilling to make him move. He felt so good, and it had been a long time since
a partner wanted her with such fervor. Hell, none of her partners had ever
wanted her with the voracious hunger her bear had shown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Several
hours later, Melody trudged up the stream in the pouring rain, soaking wet and
aching in places that hadn't felt the touch of another’s hand since the earth’s
crust was cooling. Killian had been insatiable. When she had finally crawled
from his bedroom in search of energy-giving food, he had taken her on the
kitchen table. Afterwards, she had stumbled into the living room to check on
the storm. A single growl had been her only warning before he bent her over the
arm of the sofa and stuffed her battered pussy with his thick cock. When she
staggered into the mud room to retrieve her clothing, he had the audacity to
throw a pair of sneakers into the dryer before setting her on top and fucking
her to the thumping rhythm. Her poor pussy felt like she’d been fucked by a
lascivious jackhammer while her shoulder ached where he’d bitten her. Several
times. She was going to have to cap those fangs of his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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other advantage to their marathon of sex, besides giving her more orgasms than a
bad porn flick, had been learning the truth of the Alabama Bigfoot. Granted, it wasn't a truth she could share with the television crew, but it sure beat her
theory of a very hairy man. In between eating and fucking, the two of them had
discussed the show and how to handle things during their week of filming.
Killian was determined to fuck with Animal Planet in a way that she deemed unsafe,
but there was no dissuading him. Admittedly, with his monstrous cock tickling
her tonsils via her throbbing pussy, she didn't put up too much of a fight. She
still thought he was risking too much for a few laughs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Kleptner!
Where the fuck have you been? I've had the crew searching these woods for hours
looking for you.” Terry stood at the edge of the narrow stream, wearing a
hunter orange rain slicker and a fierce scowl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Horseshit,”
Melody snorted on her way by. “If they’d been looking that long or searching very
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“They
did look for you. They knew the network would shut us down if we let something
happen to you.” Terry fell into step beside her, his eyes glued to the stiff
points of her nipples pressing against the thin wet material of her tank top.
They had not gone down since that morning due to her bear’s fascination with
them. The way they ached and throbbed, they may never retreat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How
charming. They only searched for me because the station would pitch a fit.”
Feeling impish, she peeled the soaked cloth from her chest, giving the older
man a clear view of the hills and valleys between her neck and navel. She
managed to stifle a laugh when he walked into a tree. Barely. “Look. I only
brought one pair of shower shoes to this godforsaken forest, and one went
floating downstream while I was bathing. I took off after it. Then the skies
opened up and I ducked under a tree canopy until it dropped from a raging flood
to a steady rain.” She adjusted her top, pulling it lower to show more cleavage
and her taut but deliciously tender nipples. Killian nearly chewed the bloody
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Um,
well, you know how the guys are.” Terry swallowed convulsively as the wet
material molded itself to each generous globe. As they entered the edge of the
camp, he pointed off to his right without taking his eyes from her quivering
breasts. “Listen. I’m going to let you get undressed. I mean, dried off! If
anyone asks, I’ve got some things to take care of in my tent.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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called a cheerful farewell, and aimed for the food canopy. Even though she had
eaten at Killian’s house, she had worked off her lunch and then some while fucking
her lusty bear. Wringing the water from her hair, she grabbed a bottle of water
and a banana. She would start with that and decide what else was on the menu
once she wasn't feeling faint from lack of food, water, and rest. It didn't take long before the others joined her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Cute
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credit for that, at least. “Hoped to get a bit of face time with the camera?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Melody peeled the banana, spotting the large black bear pacing just beyond the
tree line. “Hoped to rescue my shoe from the stream’s current. It’s the only
pair I brought, and I didn't fancy the idea of walking around barefoot.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you
see anything?” Tim, the show's resident biologist, didn't even try to
hide his stare when a breeze blew through the camp and hardened her nipples
into dangerous points. She thought she caught a bit of drool forming at the
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I saw
rocks, water, trees, and lots and lots of rain. Why?” Catching Killian’s green
stare, Melody eased her lips over the smooth flesh of the banana before taking
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Um,
well.” Her mate wasn't the only one watching her performance. Tim swallowed
audibly, pushing his fogged glassed up his nose. “Um, see, we heard something
after you’d been gone about thirty minutes. It sounded like, I don’t know, an
enraged bear or a mountain lion in heat.” <i>Good guess!</i> she
thought. <i>You just need to combine the two: it was a bear in
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It was
the creature!” Andrew exclaimed excitedly. For once ignoring his perpetual sullen animosity towards her. “I keep telling you there aren't any mountain lions in this area and
the likelihood of bears so close to the city is nonexistent. Did you see it?
What did it look like? Why didn't you call for help?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh, for
fuck’s sake! I didn't see anything but rain and trees! Should I have called for
help because I confused a spruce with a damn loblolly pine?” She chomped the
end of the banana, causing Brian to wince and Killian to rumble. “Listen. It
was just bad luck all around. I lost my shoe. It floated downstream. The storm
came and I tried to wait it out. That’s all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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others shuffled about, mumbling beneath their breath, before they too retreated
to their tents. Melody sighed as she was left alone to the sound of the rain beating
on the plastic tarp, and the rhythmic strokes and grunts of a man on the edge
of release. She offered silent applause when Terry gave a muffled shout, and
prayed he aimed away from the cameras. She was fairly certain that would be
difficult to explain to the network execs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the
storm clouds blocking most of the sun’s rays, even noon felt like night in the
small encampment. Melody changed into dry clothing and a rain slicker before
joining the crew to discuss the effects of the weather on their investigation.
Satellite reports predicted the storm would move out of the area by early morning,
leaving them with six full days to try to capture her ursine lover on their
cameras. She made notes as she listened to their plans, and hoped Killian knew
what he was doing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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set up the cameras beneath the food canopy and filmed the requisite introductions
for the program. Melody played poker with Brian and Tim behind the scenes while
Andrew ran the camera. Terry, as team lead and the sexiest member according to
a network poll, read from the script, pausing where the scanned testimonials
and photographs would be edited in. When he launched into the obligatory
speculations on the identity of the creature, Melody smothered a laugh. Not
once did he theorize that the being might be a large, hairy man – the most
logical of all explanations. She supposed it didn't make for a good television
program. Nor did he speculate on the presence of a were-creature, for which she
was grateful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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faded into evening with no relief from the pouring rain. She wasn't sure if she
regretted being unable to join her lover, or thankful for the respite. Hours
later, she was still sitting gingerly and her damn nipples rubbed against her
bra constantly. She was going to have a talk with her bear about chewing them
raw. She crawled into her tent at eight o'clock tired of listening to the crew
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Killian ran through the forest, avoiding the crew’s cameras with ease. He had found her! He had found his mate at last! He roared his joy and excitement, sending a flock of skittish birds into the sky. He had spent most of the previous day watching the television crew hike through his territory and set up camp. The men were similar to the other legend hunters he had encountered over the years: loud, awkward, and uncaring that they destroyed or disrupted the flora and fauna of the areas they investigated. He had decided to leave them to their futile search when a shift in the wind brought the sweetest scent to his ursine nose. Lemon and honey mixed with musky human female created a fragrance that called to him in the basest, most carnal manner imaginable. After years of hunting, waiting, hoping, and despairing, Killian had stumbled across his mate in his own backyard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He had smelled her excitement by the stream, and considered approaching her. Then his cellphone chirped with an incoming message, and by the time he returned, she was gone. Killian followed her to the camp, watching her curvy body as she prepared her meal. He hadn’t intended to reveal himself, but was glad he had. Her stunning brown eyes watching him masturbate had added a heightened level of pleasure that he wanted to feel again. And again. And again. When she joined him, he had almost embarrassed himself by coming right then. Her scent had drifted on the wind along with her faint gasps and moans, making him harder than an iron bar and desperate to claim her. She was beautiful in her ecstasy, and he swore the next time she found release, it would be by his hand. And cock. And tongue. Oh yes, he planned to fuck his little human mate until she had no desire to ever leave him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The large black bear triggered the gate’s latch and slipped inside the fence line. He stepped inside the pool house and emerged in his human form, wearing a pair of swim trunks and flip-flops. Trotting up the back stairs, he entered his house with a purpose. If the storm behaved itself, he would have the perfect opportunity to grab his mate and keep her for a while without her crewmates searching too hard to find her. He threw in a load of laundry and grabbed the broom and dustpan. Once she was in his home, he was certain he could convince her to stay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">He spent the rest of the day dealing with his clients for his computer networking business. Most were shifters, like him, but he hesitated to reveal that he had found his mate. He wanted her bedded, claimed, and promising to stay before he roared his joy from the rooftops. He kept a close eye on the storm, smiling when it stalled to the southwest. The fates redeemed themselves with the delay. As he drifted off to sleep that night, Killian asked a final favor from the fickle fates: let his mate bathe in the stream in the morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slipping through the back door, Killian kicked the door shut, tossed his mate’s bag and clothing into the mud room, and continue into his living room. He eased her from his shoulder, enjoying the slide of her naked skin against his more than was legal at this stage in their relationship. His cock grew more insistent by the second and thrummed against her soft stomach as a reminder of its needs. The arm of his couch was looking mighty enticing. He wondered if she’d be amenable to a quick tumble before introductions were made.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re naked.” Large brown eyes set in an oval face framed with ebony curls pierced his soul. He tenderly cupped her cheek, brushing the smooth skin with his calloused thumb.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I know. I should be terrified. Why am I not screaming and running for the door?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You know I won’t hurt you.” Smiling, Killian trailed his fingers along her shoulder and down her arm, brushing those magnificent breasts. “We belong to each other, you and I. Soul mates. I knew you by your scent.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you know how full of shit that sounds?” He blinked in surprise as she backed away, and then practically drooled as she crossed her arms and pressed those amazing mounds into a bounty of soft flesh. “I mean, I fully admit that you’re ridiculously gorgeous, toned, and sexy. I also confess to being mesmerized by your incredible ass, but that doesn't mean we’re soul mates. I’m pretty mesmerized by Hugh Jackman’s ass as well, but we’re not riding off into the sunset anytime soon. So, I am completely aware of how ludicrous this all sounds. Why, then, does it also sound completely… right?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He smiled tenderly at the confusion in her voice, and tugged her back into his arms. Killian brushed her damp hair from her eyes, nudging under her chin until she looked up at him. His cock jumped when it was trapped between their bodies, reminding him that it wanted to be in a far better location. He urged patience even while scoping out the nearby wall. Her breathing changed, and he smelled her arousal once more. Her lemon and honey scent roused his sleeping bear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Because it is. Because you feel it, too. Because we have a connection that defies explanation.” Killian murmured with a growl from deep inside his soul. “And because of this.” Slanting his lips over hers, he plundered her mouth while palming one fleshy ass cheek in each hand. Someone moaned and he wasn't quite sure if it was her, him, or his aching cock seeking some form of relief. He didn't much care if it was her camera crew as long as she continued to squirm against him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">He lifted her into his arms, groaning when she wrapped her legs around his waist. His desperate cock, so close to relief, throbbed in protest at being further denied her succulent pussy. He pressed her against the wall, trailing his mouth down her throat in a hot, desperate path towards her breasts. The wetness that coated his aching cock when he got his first taste of her large nipple called to his inner animal. His chest grew a bit furrier, his nails a bit longer, his cock a bit wider. Growling, he nipped the taut peak as he gripped her plump ass. Holding her steady, he pulled back enough to place the smooth head against her open and waiting pussy, and thrust to the hilt in a single, fluid move. She moaned; he growled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Bear,” Killian rumbled against her breast. Though the angle was awkward and uncomfortable, it had been many years since he had seen such gorgeous tits. He wasn't about to give them up anytime soon. “Hung like a bear, my mate.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What-the-fuck-ever!” Gasping, she dug her nails into his shoulders as he pounded her against the wall. Picture frames bounced against the sheetrock, shaking loose to shatter on the hardwood floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Abandoning her breasts, he pulled her legs over his arms. With the changed the angle of his thrusts, his thick cock rubbed against her G-spot and drew such erotically delicious sounds from his panting mate. He watched the press and slide of his huge cock into her wet and waiting pussy, bare except for a neatly trimmed patch above her slit. He pressed against her clit with the pad of his thumb, careful of his lengthening claws, and roared when she clamped around his flesh with her orgasm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Growling, he continued to stimulate the over-sensitive bundle of nerves, thrusting faster as he felt his balls tighten up. Her cries were a constant litany of pleas for more, littered with the most vulgar profanity he’d ever heard fall from such lovely lips. It encouraged him to fuck her faster, harder, and with deeper strokes than he had ever dared with a human. When she flooded his pistoning cock a second time, he released his tight self-control. Sinking his fangs into her shoulder, he emptied his balls into her waiting womb and thoroughly claimed this female as his own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gasping for air, he lapped at the blood seeping from his bite, soothing and healing the wound. The aftershocks of her powerful orgasm caressed his softening cock and threatened to coax him into another enthusiastic round. Killian supported her against his chest and dodged the broken glass from the shattered picture frames as he carried her to his bedroom. Since he refused to leave the warm cocoon of her contracting pussy, he lay her on the bed and then rolled so she rested on his chest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, I suppose I should get your name,” he murmured as he stroked her sweat-slick back. Her throaty laughter echoed around the modest bedchamber, and stirred his disinterested cock back to life. Killian rolled her onto her back for round two.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He rumbled happily while his mate panted and twitched beside him. She was remarkably resilient for a human, stretching to take both his unusual length and intimidating girth with relative ease. Granted, when she came, her delightful pussy gripped his cock like an iron vise but that just added to her charm. He also enjoyed her aggression during sex, even if his back screamed in protest. Her short nails clawed at his back with every backstroke, leaving deep gouges in an effort to keep her greedy sex filled. If a few scars was the price he had to pay to keep such a delightful mate, he would invest in the first aid kit from hell. Killian never liked a docile partner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Rolling onto his side, he brushed her ebony hair from her damp shoulders and peppered the soft skin with kisses. She moaned in protest, swiping at him with one aimlessly flailing arm. He caught her wrist, and suckled a finger into his mouth. Giving the digit a final nip, he resumed his tactile exploration of his mate. He lapped at the salty sweat along her spine, nipped her fleshy ass cheeks, and kissed each bruise on her hips left by his clutching fingers. When he spread her thighs to get his first taste of her intoxicating juices, Melody dislodged his seeking tongue and rolled over. She rose with effort to lean against the headboard, her impressive breasts heaving as she stared at him in disbelief.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My God, Killian! Don’t you ever get tired?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Eventually.” He flashed her his most charming grin, as he eased her thighs open. Crawling forward, he rested her legs on his shoulders and took his first, delicious lick of her smooth pussy. “Though with you, I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired. You have the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen, the sweetest scent I've ever smelled, and the most delicious pussy I've ever tasted.” He pressed his tongue between her slick lips and teased her clit with its rough surface. Her soft moan encouraged him to continue. “Do you know how hard it was not to grab you from that tent yesterday and fuck you silly? I heard every moan and whimper when you watched me masturbate, smelled your come when you climaxed with me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What? Oooh, yes, right there. Wait, what do you mean?” He thrust his tongue in deep, fucking her with the rough appendage. Killian pinched her clit when her hands pressed his face closer to her grinding sex. “Sweet baby Jesus, that can’t be natural! No, no, wait, I've never watched you jerk off.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sure you have, mate.” His voice was muffled by her slick lips as he moved to tease her clit with his tongue. “Told you earlier. Hung like a bear. What did you think I meant?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">“Wait, wait, wait!” She scrambled out of his grasp, falling from the bed to land in a heap on the floor. “Are you saying that </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">you</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> and that X-rated </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">bear</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> are the same?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yup. Now, get back up here, mate.” He licked her juices from his lips with a smack and reached for her. She scrambled backwards away from him. “What?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You… you have fangs!” She crab walked to the sliding glass door, and blindly searched for the handle. He wondered if she would do that again. It made her tits bounce in such delightful ways.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Of course I have fangs. Bear, remember?” He sat at the edge of the bed, stroking his hard cock as his eyes devoured her nude body. “Besides, this at least should be familiar.” He indicated his twitching member with a grin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t believe you. You've got those porcelain fangs the wannabe vamps like to wear. There’s no such thing as a bear that can turn into a man.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This story is very unlike most of my others. It is extremely tongue in cheek, written with the intent to be humorous and not take itself at all seriously. It is a mostly cheerful romp through a rather robust young woman's first and subsequent meetings with a bear shifter. It will pushed to Literotica once it is completed in full, but placed in segments here for better ease of reading.</span></div>
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pounded the last stake into the ground, securing the tent that would be her
home for the next week. The rest of the crew scurried about the encampment like
so many ants, sorting equipment, tents, food. Pretty much doing whatever it
took to ensure that Melody was on her own. With a shrug, she tossed the
sledgehammer into the box and returned it to the truck. She was used to the men
on these shoots being less than helpful, if not outright hostile. She was the
debunker of myths. The rain on their parade. The fly in their soup. And all the
other random clichés that meant she not only didn't believe in their bullshit,
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could easily dine on energy bars and cold toaster pastries for one night, but the
network had warned them what would happen if they lost another piece of
equipment due to negligence. The rest of the crew might not believe their
executive producer’s ultimatum, but she had seen them talking with their
lawyers. She had heard them discussing the cost of new equipment versus buying
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the team’s oldest member in both time with the program and age, joined her at
the tents. They worked in tandem, driving the long stakes into the ground and
tying off guy-lines. They had three sturdy pavilions designated for the mound
of equipment and supplies needed for such a show surrounded by the crew’s
individual tents. As they worked, Melody and Terry discussed the issues facing
the popular show. In the beginning, People had been glued to their televisions
in hopes of finding the truth about the various mythological creatures that
appeared in almost every culture. After six seasons of searching, the team of
anthropologists, biologists, archaeologists, scientists (and every other –ist
they could convince to join the show) had yet to produce a single, indisputable
fact. Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and the Yeti remained a mystery along
with their lesser known cousins like the Chupacabra, the Clurichaun, and the
Leshi. Ratings had begun to drop, and the producers wanted results. If they didn't come up with something other than some indistinct footprints and ruined
gear, he was looking at a return to teaching. He commented, only half-joking,
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the better part of day to set up camp and sort their gear. When they were done,
they placed the expensive camera equipment in the center tent ringed by the
men’s pop-ups. The network executives had made it quite plain that a team
member was easier to replace than one of the motion-sensitive, hi-resolution
cameras. Though he maintained that the loss of the previous three had been
through freak accidents, Terry had sworn on a stack of Bibles that he would
guard this one with his life. He would also share the tent with the camera,
which ensured he wasn't the first member to hit the unemployment line. A large
canopy with removable mesh sides held their tracking supplies as well as their
potable water and food. Melody, along with one of the younger members of the
team, suggested suspending their food but the rest of the team dismissed their
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grabbed a bottle of water, a banana, and an energy bar, found a comfortable
shade tree, and read the file for this episode’s investigation. Local reports
told of a large, hairy humanoid roaming the woods, making odd sounds and
scaring the chickens. She chuckled softly as she looked at the grainy
photographs. Even the best one could be anything from a man in a costume to an
oddly pruned tree. If they had only known her Great Uncle Larry, they would have
declared him Bigfoot. He had been over seven feet tall, and cursed with an
acute case of Hypertrichosis, more commonly called Ambras or werewolf syndrome.
In layman’s terms, he was a very, very hairy man. She flipped the page with a
smirk. Uncle Larry looked more the part than these blurry photographs. As a
former sideshow and vaudeville performer, he would have had too much fun with
a program such as this one. Melody was pretty confident that this area’s
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“These are terrible. My phone takes better pictures, and it’s a disposable
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well,
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I
suppose not, but seriously, a Polaroid would have taken a better picture.” She
pulled the worst of the photos from the group and set it at the top of the
stack. It showed a fuzzy silhouette crossing an open field. “Look at this one.
It’s little more than a human-shaped shadow. There’s nothing nearby to give
perspective, nor are there any landmarks to place this field. The creature
could have been made from toothpicks and cotton balls and then photoshopped on
top of this field, which could be anywhere in the world there is grass. Not
only is this bullshit, but it’s poorly rendered bullshit, and you lot swallowed
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her head, she scanned the file a final time before returning it to the
equipment tent. The moon sat high in the sky, cooling the humid air and
encouraging the mosquitos to feast on the human interlopers. She took it as a
sign to head to bed. Conversation stopped as she passed the sputtering campfire,
but she ignored the hateful glares. She hadn't been hired to be their buddy.
Her role was that of the dissenting opinion on a show that teetered on the
verge of cancellation. The more they despised her, the greater the tension and
higher the ratings. It sounded ridiculous but the network executives assured
her it worked. Melody bid the crew a good night and retreated to her tent. She
doused the light before changing into cotton sleep shorts and a black tank top
with a built-in bra. Probably not a good idea to provide an impromptu shadow
peep-show on a family program. The quiet murmur of the men lulled her to sleep
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following morning dawned gloomy, humid, and oppressively hot. Low rumbles of
thunder rolled in the distance, signaling an incoming storm that would put
their tent stakes to the test. As Melody secured her journal and cell phone
inside a waterproof bag, she hoped Terry’s tent withstood the storm. Otherwise,
that new camera would come out of his severance pay. She liked the stern, older
man. He was one of the few on the team who didn't see her as some sort of
threat to his masculinity. He was also quite popular with the female audience,
resembling a cross between Sean Connery and Harrison Ford. She was certain
there were several smitten women who would hate to see him leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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rolled up her sleeping bag, grabbed her clothes and toiletries, and headed for
the small stream they’d passed on their way in. The men were arguing over the
portable shower, the heat and humidity already wearing on their short tempers,
and she shared an amused look with Terry as she passed. He would read them the
riot act once she was out of sight, salvaging their egos even as he took them
down a peg or three. Though she was never out of hearing range, she played it
cool upon her return which soothed them that much more. Maybe they would make it
through the first day without a fight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was deliciously cold, raising the hair on her arms and turning her nipples into
hard, crinkled points. Abandoning modesty for cleanliness, she stripped off the
shorts and top and waded into the shallow stream. Melody washed away a day of
hiking and setting up camp, and a night of sweating in the still air of the
tent. She rinsed her sleep clothes, turned to hang them on a nearby branch, and
looked straight into the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pulled the washcloth to her chest in an effort to hide her nakedness, but
succeeded in barely covering one generous breast. A scream lodged somewhere
between her stomach and her throat. Melody opened her mouth to set it free, but
it refused to surface and left her gaping like a fish. Somewhere in the back of
her mind was the thought that it probably wasn't her best or most intelligent
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creature’s green eyes roamed her body with such intensity that she swore she
felt it in a physical sense. Her heart raced. Her nipples, those fickle things,
throbbed to feel more than his gaze. Moisture pooled between her thighs. Her
breath came in gasps. As she fought the urge to go to the creature, the intense
green eyes were gone. In leaving, they returned her sanity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the fuck is wrong with me?” Melody muttered as she stepped from the stream. “I
got turned on by some strange peeping-tom creature in the middle of
Bum-Fuck-Nowhere. My best friend was right; I really need to get laid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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quickly in jeans and a t-shirt, she grabbed her toiletries and returned to camp.
She also thought of those piercing green eyes that seemed to look straight into
her soul. A bunch of metaphysical horseshit, she was certain, but that’s
exactly what it had felt like. If she was romantically inclined, she would say it
was like finding one’s soulmate – an instant recognition of one’s perfect
match. Melody tossed her gear into the tent with a snort. <i>Just my
luck! My so-called perfect match just happens to be some pervert in the deep
south, or worse, some furry animal with astonishingly green eyes. Fuck my
life.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tugged her socks and hiking boots on, and stomped towards the camp’s make-shift
kitchen. It had taken yelling, threats of bodily harm, and a meeting with the
network’s lawyers to make the crew understand that she was not going to be the
camp’s maid. They tested her the first two or three shows, leaving dirty pans
on the stove or dishes in the sink. She took photographs of the mess, and then
cooked her meal over the campfire. By the third meeting with the lawyers, which
included threats of replacement, the crew learned she was serious. They still
grumbled, but they cleaned up after themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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checked the weather reports on her phone as she ate. The storm would hit later
in the afternoon, and if the fates were kind, roll out in a couple of days. She
jotted down the information so Terry could plan accordingly. This meant they
would be here at least three days before they could really start the
investigation. The crew were out hanging the sturdiest of their weather-resistant
gear, but she doubted Terry would risk their best cameras in the coming storm.
Sighing, she tossed her garbage in the bin, and froze for the second time that
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black bear stood just inside the clearing, the largest she had ever seen. What
was she thinking? It was the <i>first</i> black bear she had ever
seen outside of a zoo or an internet search. It didn't approach the encampment,
nor did it pace along the wood’s edge. It simply stood there and seemed to be
watching her. <i>Was this her peeping tom from the stream? Did bears even
have green eyes? And what the hell was it doing now?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The bear
leaned against a tree, showing off his furry underbelly, incredibly long claws,
and an impressively large cock. A <i>really</i> impressively large
cock. Thick as a soda can and as long as her forearm, at least, the head
glistened in the overcast sun. He wrapped a hairy paw around his thick cock,
and gave it a single, slow stroke. He rumbled; she whimpered. His paw slid
along his oddly human-looking cock, gripping the base, giving it a slight twist
near the head – long, steady strokes that progressively grew faster the longer
she watched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sank into a chair, and loosened her jeans. The bear grunted, slowing his
strokes as her hand disappeared between her thighs. As she rubbed her clit, he
matched his rhythm to hers – speeding up when she did, slowing down when she
came too close to orgasm. Then he set the rhythm, his eyes daring her to match
it. He rose to his feet as his black paw pumped his cock. He thrust into his
strokes; his back pressed against the tree for leverage and support. She
matched him stroke for stroke, her fingers sinking deep into her dripping pussy
as she rubbed her clit with the heel of her palm. Her toes curled with her
impending orgasm, heat flooded her body, and the blood rushed through her ears.
She bit hard on her lip as her body shook, and come poured over her thrusting
fingers. The bear echoed her release with a loud roar, his seed pulsing from
his cock to splash onto a nearby fern. He dropped back onto all fours, back and
shoulders heaving, and loped into the forest with a final roar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the fuck just happened?” Melody yanked her hand from her jeans, and fastened
them with a furious blush. Standing on rubbery legs, she took a quick look
around the camp and then disappeared inside her tent. She prayed no one had
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