Brock: A Bad Boy Romance (85 page)

Gregory stepped forward and shook the hand of Nicole’s mother.

“I’m Nancy, Nicole’s mother. I’m afraid dinner is going to take a little bit longer than expected to be ready, so if you would like to tell us about ourselves.”

“Actually,” said Nicole, “Gregory needs to take some medication and I have to assist him with it.”

“I do?”

“He doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s really important he does. Do you mind if we excuse ourselves?”

Carl’s eyes narrowed, “Be quick about it.”

“Ok daddy. Come on baby.”

Nicole grabbed Gregory and dragged him away from her parents.

“Carl honey, What sort of medication do you think that boy needs to take?”

“I don’t know, and frankly I don’t care to know.” He said with a huff.

***

Nicole tossed Gregory into the bathroom before closing the door behind her.

“I need you to take me now.”

“What-?”

Nicole began kissing Gregory, biting his lips as she pushed him into the sink. She started to climb on him, bending him over. Gregory slipped off her dress straps and slid it to expose her breasts.

“You know that we can’t do too much or else I’ll be getting another urge.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. They’re expecting us back soon anyways. Now take me Gregory.”

Gregory dragged his hands down Nicole’s back, causing her to arch back and pant a little. She began to thrust herself on him over and over again.  Gregory’s hands had made it down to her ass and he began to squeeze firmly. Nicole gave an abrupt cry, doing her best to be quiet as soon as she could. She giggled a bit.

“Do that again.”

Gregory complied and she screamed in pleasure through gritted teeth.  She went back to kissing him, her tongue teasing his. Gregory gagged a little, but soon had his moved moving around with hers.  Nicole pulled her mouth away from him and guided one of his hands into her panties. She tilted her head back and began to gasp for breath as his hand was inserted into her vagina.

After several seconds of this, she grew still.

“Ok. I’m good to go.”

The two of them began straightening their clothes out.
“Where did that come from Nicole?”

“I don’t know. I just feel incredibly aroused by you right now.”

“But what will your parents think of me now? I think they knew what we just left to do. They’ll think we’re sex addicts.”

“Well at least they think you’ll be normal then.”

Gregory stopped and looked Nicole in the eye, “What?”

“Well if they think I found a man who I love to have sex with, that will just mean I got caught up with a bad boy. That’s normal.”

“Is that why you did this?”

“How’s it feel being just another guy?”

“Nicole, that won’t change who I am.”

“Then don’t think about that part of you. Please Gregory, I’m ready to commit. You, me and this child are going to be just fine. I’m not going to let you be ashamed by yourself. We’re in this together.”

“Why?” Gregory asked, tears rimming his eyes, “Why would you do all this for me?”

“Because I found someone who I want to live the rest of my life with and I am not going to let one massively different thing about you change how well we get together. If we run into problems, we’ll figure it out together. You being half-bear is no different than being a different religion than I am; it’s just new customs and traditions to observe. So please, I need you to walk out of this bathroom with me and go have a nice, normal dinner with my parents.”

Gregory wrapped Nicole in for a hug, holding her close to him. Tears flowed down his face as whispered the words, “Thank you.”

“Come on you big teddy bear, let’s go get some food.”

***

Carl and Nancy were just about done setting the table when Gregory and Nicole walked in with big smiles on their faces.

“You’re both pretty happy for some people just taking some medication.” said Carl, giving Gregory the stink eye.

“Oh, Gregory just needed a little encouragement that his illness is nothing to get so worked up about.”

“You’re a wonderful woman Nicole.” Nancy said, bringing a big pot of spaghetti to the table, “Now sit down everyone and let’s dig in.”

The four of them sat down. Carl was the first one to start getting food.

“You know Gregory, my daughter isn’t around solely to help you “take your medication”.” Gregory said, “She needs to be more than just that in your life.”

“Oh yes sir. She reminds me of that every day.”

Gregory grabbed Nicole’s hand from under the table and gave it a squeeze. She gave a reassuring squeeze in response.

“Now, as I imagine my daughter has told you, a number of men have already broken your heart. Now my Nicole is just trying to find someone to share her life with; someone to start a family with. Are you willing to commit to that, through the good and bad of it all?”

“You have my word on that. Your daughter is never going to be feeling like she made a bad choice for choosing me.”

“You sure talk a nice game,” Nancy said, “I sure hope you aren’t just talk.”

“He’s not like that mom. He actually has a big heart. He’s been the only one I’ve met who actually took an interest in me and wanted to help me find strength in being in who I am. I have been trying to return that favor recently, around the time I found out about Gregory’s condition, and I just want him to see himself in a more positive light.”

“Your daughter sure knows how to show love. I guess she was just waiting for the right person to share it with.”

“Well let’s hope that she can keep you an honest man.”

Gregory smiled and nodded. As it came his turn to serve his food, he caught Nicole looking his way subtly. She had been right. This was the most normal he had felt in a long time. His smile seemed to only grow stronger as he started serving the food to Nicole. Their gazes met for just a second, neither of them having the slightest desire to back out of this situation now. The two of them knew what awaited them.

“Thank you.” Nicole said as Gregory finished serving her.

“No Nicole, thank you.”

                                                       
THE END

The Bear’s Arranged Mate

The heated mating instincts of the female bear-shifters in the herik tribe were at their highest the night before a full moon. Their pheromones could be smelled all throughout the small portion of the forest their tribe called home and far beyond it. It quickly became a custom to find all of the females and have them locked away and protected by the only males not affected, which were specially trained to deal with the hordes of lustful males. However, the males in their tribe weren’t the only ones affected—their rival tribe, the kubeba, were also greatly affected by the herik women’s state.

Countless battles ensued due to the confusion and aggression brought about from the males on both sides of the rivalry. Not long after their last confrontation, the leaders of both tribes met and agreed that on the night before what was known as “pre-mating season” the heriks would choose a female to be given to the kubeba. On this year, in particular, the heriks decided to choose early, but unfortunately for them, the female had other things in mind.

***

Trish stared out the window in her room, feeling the heat between her legs growing hotter with each passing moment. She’d been condemned there by the tribe leader, Keldrin, as a way of protecting her. The throbbing, aching need pulsing through her and making her fingers tirelessly twirl in her long, dark hair was starting to drive her past the point of seeing that reason. Hoping to distract herself from the buff, shirtless men patrolling outside, she turned her attention to the bare walls around her. Being an outdoorsy type of woman, Trish didn’t waste time with decorating her space, but in this instance, she wished she had.

There was only one thing in the room to distract herself aside from the bed she lay on or the scattered dressers—a mirror. Looking into her reflection, Trish lost herself for a moment. The wavy hair that covered her shoulders and flowed down her barely concealed, perky DD-cup breasts hidden just behind a thin cloth across both of the hardened nipples. Trish quietly groaned each time one of the sensitive nubs rubbed against the soft, but hard-pressed fabric.

Below her exposed mid-drift was where her hand started to wander, sinking between her legs. Trish’s eyes started to slowly close as her head tilted back and a soft hand caressed between her thighs. She nearly lost herself in the moment before violently jerking upward, coming back into reality with both eyes shot wide open. Trish looked around the small room made of aged logs and sighed. “I can’t take this any longer,” she admitted to herself. “Maybe if I could just release a little bit of it, then… I can stay sane for just a little while longer…”

A twinge of warmth ran up Trish’s spine and settled at the back of her head as she swung an arm over the window frame, looking through it again. She subtly licked her lips, eying the chiseled abs and beefy biceps on the warriors passing by. Despite herself, she couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting further downward to their loincloths and the longer she gazed at the bouncing clothes, the louder the growls from her bear grew. Every fiber in her being told her to beckon to him—call to him that she wanted him—needed him.

Trish bit down on her lip, but when that failed to keep her thoughts from bubbling to the surface, she bit her finger. Should I really be doing this…? Quickly turned into: How have I not done this already?

A confident smile naturally formed on her face as she gestured to one of the men to come closer. The dark and tall muscle-clad stud looked focused, and yet, clueless at the same time. He had the sort of look someone lost would have while also being an intimidating, towering beast of a man. Trish couldn’t even begin to imagine what he looked like shifted. His braided hair covered his shoulders, but gave him a more innocent look as he cocked his head to the side and asked, “Did you need something?”

The man’s deep, husky voice sent shivers down Trish’s spine—even through the glass. Trish opened the window as widely as she could, making sure to adjust herself in front of the man for several minutes before answering. “It depends, handsome. Are you willing to help?” Trish asked in a sultry, seductive voice.

The man didn’t seem to be fazed by Trish at all and replied, “Of course I am. Whatever you need.”

“Well, you see… I’ve been having this aching feeling for the longest time and there’s only one way to get rid of it…” Trish bit down on her lip softly and reached out to the man to move a few stray strands of hair away from his face as she looked into his deep, dark brown eyes. She could sense a change in the male as she cupped his chin, slowly pulling him toward her. “I need a big, strong man to help me relieve some of this…tension. Do you think you can help…um…?”

“Mik. My name is Mik, ma’am,” the man responded, pulling his head away from Trish’s grasp. “I-I’m sorry… I was given very strict orders on not doing that… I don’t even know if I’d want to…”

Mik turned his head to the side, but Trish used two fingers to tilt his chin so that their eyes met again. “So, you’re not even a little curious?” she asked with a smirk wedged in the side of her mouth.

“Maybe…a little,” Mik grumbled. Trish could feel his warmth in her palm.

“I just need some relief, Mik… Nothing more and no less,” Trish said warmly.

“Well… Maybe I could make a small exception just this once…” Mik replied, reaching down to gasp his steadily rising loincloth for a moment.

“That’s a good boy. Just come around the front and I’ll let you in. I’m sure you’ll know what to do from there.”

The tall, dark male strode into Trish’s bedroom with the confidence of a thousand men. He didn’t bother trying to hide his thick, bobbing cock as it barely kept its tip hidden behind the light fabric of the loin cloth. Trish grinned, sprawled out on the bed and beckoning to Mik with a finger. Hint of a grin on his face, he came nearer, but stopped just before he reached the side of her bed.

“D-dammit…” Mik stuttered as he bit down on his bottom lip and Trish crawled across the bed to him.

“What is it, honey…?” she asked as she looked up at Mik, lightly tapping the tip of his extended prick—right on the wet spot forming on the loincloth from the pre-cum.

“I know that I shouldn’t be doing this, but… I can’t…” Mik groaned as Trish wrapped her large, soft hand around his shaft and slowly moved it up and down his throbbing length. Forcing the words through his grit teeth, he went on to say, “I c-can’t… Stop myself… You sm-smell so damned good…” Trish looked up at him with a confident smirk, squeezing his manhood firmer, but keeping the tip hidden still. “Not quite as good as a male smells, but… Maybe trying new things…”

“Ha-ha… It sounds like I turned you into a real chatterbox, huh?” Trish asked as she licked her lips, feeling her heaving chest steadily rising and falling with each slow breath.

It was hard to see the soft redness on both of Mik’s cheeks, but Trish could tell the warrior was blushing. Just knowing how much power she held over him by controlling his lust was enough to get her gushing, but she could hardly keep away from the man herself. Every part of her was hyper sensitive—begging to be touched and caressed, but she wanted more still. There was something else she wanted. A toy.

Mik opened his mouth to speak, but Trish stole the words away from him as she tore the loincloth away with her teeth and took his cock head into her lips. “Ah… Mm…” Mik stood on wobbling legs, curling and uncurling his fists repeatedly as he gently rocked back and forth. Trish hummed around his head, pleased, but pulled it out to leave a thin line of pre-cum from her lips to the tip. The warrior looked down, panting at his seductress and she merely grinned up at him, licking his taste off her lips.

“I don’t know what’s come over me, ma’am,” Mik started to say as he lightly panted. “I’m not usually so… It’s just… It feels so damned good… What did you do?” Trish shrugged, twisting her hand around Mik’s shaft again and again while her other hand reached for his plump, shaven sack.

“These feel pretty full. Are you sure it’s entirely my doing?” Trish let his balls roll atop her palm a little before she grasped them a little more firmly, squeezing just enough to earn a gasp out of Mik.

“I w-wouldn’t be surprised by it…” Mik’s eyes couldn’t focus anywhere—not even on Trish. Watching her was enough to push him closer to the edge, so he closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting his mouth hang open as hot pants escaped it.

Trish poked her tongue out of her lips and used it to round Mik’s cock’s crown slowly before inviting his head into her mouth again. She suckled lightly at first, using her tongue to guide his throbbing manhood into her mouth, inch by inch, as he groaned and grunted in pleasure. Fed up with not being able to hold something, Mik planted both of his hands on the back of Trish’s head. He ran his fingers through her thick, dark hair and murmured something Trish couldn’t quite hear underneath his breath.

As Trish got into a steady rhythm, letting her tightly enclosed lips replace her hands, she closed her eyes and imagined what his meaty cock would feel like inside of her. He felt good in her mouth—too good from how she pulsed and tensed while sucking him, but she couldn’t help but wonder even though she knew it was forbidden. What’s the worst that could happen? She thought as she pushed her lips all the way down to Mik’s pubic hair, effectively deep-throating the warrior and holding herself there.

“Oh…! Ohhhh! Oh my fucking…! That’s so good…!” bellowed Mik from above, grasping the hair at the back of Trish’s head tightly and thrusting his hips forward as if it’d get more of himself down her throat. “Sh-shit…” Mik said in a hot breath as Trish pried her lips off of him and let his length settle against her face.

His cock dribbled pre-cum onto her cheek as she looked up at him with a smile and when she raised a hand to stroke him against her face, he tensed up. “Fucking thought I was going to blow it right then and there…” Mik managed to force out, still heavily panting.

“Mmm…” Trish hummed, dragging her tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling every pulse and throb on the way back to his head. “I’m glad you didn’t, babe.” Trish flashed Mik a devilish smile, reaching up to caress one half of his muscular chest and then the other. “I’ll admit it. When I was down there, I couldn’t stop thinking about having this big thing inside of me.”

Trish could tell she’d made the warrior blush again, although, he tried to keep a stoic expression as he crossed his arms. “R-really?” He cleared his throat. “I mean, I’m sure that I can continue to assist you if that’s what you really want, ma’am…”

“Oh, you’ll be doing more than just assisting me,” Trish said just before planting a small kiss on the tip of Mik’s cock.

Mik shuddered and asked, “Wh-what do you mean…?”

Trish threw her hair back and wiped Mik’s pre-cum off of her lips before flashing him a grin. “You’ll see…” she said as she turned around and put all of her weight on her forearms, which rested atop a few soft pillows.

Mik stood in awe as Trish raised her backside to him and spread her legs apart, letting him see up Trish’s grass skirt nothing underneath. Trish’s glistening snatch was clearly visible despite her dark skin and Mik couldn’t stop licking his lips. If he’d been left alone, he would’ve climaxed instantly from his hand working his shaft and the visual stimulation alone.

“Get the picture yet?” Trish asked in a teasing voice as she shook her backside a little. The beast inside of Trish surged with her sexually charged energy. She didn’t just need to mate anymore—she had to. It was the only thing that would finally calm her mind and settle the stirring at her core. Mik’s seed would surely be enough to pleasure her hot, aching need.

Mik tried again and again to come up with a worthy response, and yet nothing but beastial grunts came out. It seemed that Trish wasn’t the only one feeling their bear starting to take over, but then again, neither of them were doing anything to stop it. If there was anything they could do to stop it to begin with.

Both hands trembling and cock flexing, Mik came closer to Trish and grasped himself firmly at the base. Despite himself, he hesitated while trying to align his tip to her warm, flowing entrance and instead ground his tip up and down her vulva. Trish let out a soft moan in response, which only grew louder as Mik kept grinding harder and harder, making Trish’s pulsing clit firmly stand out against Mik’s slick shaft. “Mmm…” Trish hummed, backing herself into Mik in time with his thrusts against her. “Fuck, babe… Is this payback for earlier?” she asked in a playful voice, but the underlying lust made her tone sound deeper.

Mik took hold of Trish’s wide hips, holding onto her as he went a little faster, squirting pre-cum and feeling Trish’s wetness coat his cock more and more. “I’m s-sorry… It’s just… I… Er…” Mik tried to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat right as he pulled his hips back. Sensing her opportunity, she positioned herself in such a way that when Mik threw his hips forward again, he’d end up penetrating her.

Trish’s eyes widened as she felt his tip push into her entrance and she let out an even louder moan, her slit sending a faint wave of pleasure throughout her body. “Yeah, baby…. I want you to breed me…” Shit, if someone hears me we might get caught. I don’t want the poor lug getting into trouble. Her eyes slowly closed as she leaned down and bit down on the pillow, trying to keep quiet just in case someone happened to walk past.

“If… If that’s what you request,” Mik grumbled as he inched more of himself into Trish’s tight walls. She gripped him tightly, almost as if she was pulling him in with her womanhood as she backed up to him, her ass meeting his hips.