Conquered by the Werebear (BWWM Interracial Paranormal Shifter Werebear Alpha Male Erotic Romance) (3 page)

He pulled out of my ass with a slow, sickly satisfying pop. I gasped as my cavity suddenly closed. I had even realized how used to it, how comfortable I had gotten with his cock up my ass… I felt his cum dribbling out of my tortured, abused hole. My entire body trembled and when he got out of the bed, I desperately wanted him back.

“Now, my dear, I’ll bid you good night… You were very good about staying quiet, and for that, I thank you…” Ursinus said, wiping his cock with my sheets. I blushed, my eyes taking in his muscular, sweaty form.

“When will you be back?” I whispered, afraid to hear the answer. What answer did I want? Tomorrow night, perhaps, or never?

“Whenever I damned well feel like it, little one,” Ursinus growled with a grin. But I wasn’t done with him. I spread my legs wide, showing him my pink puss, spreading it wide with my fingers.

“You could die tomorrow,” I whispered. “My father might have you killed or you might die while training or you might die this Saturday if the emperor decides to set a hundred Spartan prisoners against you. Do you want to die and leave me a virgin?”

I saw the wheels working in Ursinus’s head. With a grin, he loped back over to the bed and mounted me, pulling my legs up onto his shoulders so that I was completely at his mercy. His cock was hard again in an instant and even though he had just torn my ass apart, he was more than ready to do the same to my pink, virginal wetness.

I gasped as I felt him press against me. Of course, I had experienced some penetration before but never anything this large. I squeezed my eyes shut as Ursinus’s massive bear cock disappeared into my pussy. I was already so wet, so sloppy and sopping that my body put up no resistance. I whimpered and cooed for the bear warrior as he drove his blade to the hilt, pressing deep into my sheath.

“And now, little one, you’re a virgin no longer.”

I smiled weakly as he began to thrust into me. My fingers did what they could to grip him, digging my nails into his strong flesh as he pumped into me, driving into my wetness over and over as he pounded me, riding me like I was his bitch. And really, I was… I was little more than his bitch, ready to be fucked and used whenever he so pleased, as long as he could corner me in my room late at night.

His cock, driving in and out of my tight hole, pressed deliciously against my clit as he worked the bearish mass into my pussy, spreading me wide, forcing my hole to gape over lewdly around his meaty shaft. I held him tight around the neck and his hungry lips claimed mine over and over as he held me by the ass. Each thrust was agony for my punished ass, since it stretched my flesh and pressed me into the bed but no matter. The pain only heightened the impossible pleasure of being fucked, of being absolutely claimed by this bear man from the north… He may have been my father’s property but I could feel, now, that I was his.

As he began to suckle my nipples and dig his sharp teeth into my tender flesh, I felt my body give up. No longer could I keep it together: my hips began to buck and shake beneath him and I was cumming, waves of warm pleasure flowing outward from my crotch, spilling over my body as I shuddered and bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. In return, I felt his cock start to cum, spilling stream after stream of hot cum into my waiting womb. As he came in me, I knew his seed would quicken and take root. There was no way around it. I felt his body spill out into me and I knew, I just knew that he had put a baby in me.

With another final, conquering kiss, he pulled himself out of me. I sighed as I felt his essence drain out of me.

“Until tomorrow night, Abeba,” Ursinus whispered. I watched as he transformed: first, his snout grew and his hair became thicker, more matted. His eyes changed, starting to glow in the evening moonlight as his legs shrunk and a furry tail shot out of his lower back. In moments, he was a bear again… Though to be honest, you would be hard pressed to convince me that he was ever anything but.

He turned to me one last time, eyes shining in the darkness, before leaping onto the rail of my balcony and then disappearing into the night, leaving me with only the dull ache in my sex as a reminder that he had ever been there…

Morning

I awoke with my head dizzy, my body aching, my limbs feeling like lead… Gods, had that really happened?

Had the werebear taken me in the night, taken my virginity, like some common street whore?

It hadn’t been a dream. No, the physical reminders were still present. There was no way it had been a dream. Rather, he really had invaded my room, made love to me by force, forced me to love what he did to me, drew moans from my lips…

Claudia, another of my slave serving girls, peaked into my room from around the corner of the door, her young eyes wide and frightened.

“Mistress… Are you… All right?”

“I… Yes, of course I am. Why? What’s wrong? Are you all right?” I replied brusquely, gathering up the blankets on my bed in a lame attempt to hide my nakedness. Claudia appeared from behind the door, her eyes marked by a lack of sleep with huge, bruise-like smudges.

“I’m fine, mistress. It’s just that… I heard the most amazing things last night…”

“Did anyone else hear?” I demanded.

Claudia shrugged. “I imagine not, mistress. Your father was at a banquet until early in the morning and only just now returned home. There was no one to hear but us.” Us, of course, referred to the slaves and the servants. In other words, people who didn’t matter.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way,” I muttered, rising from my bed, letting the covers drop away from my naked body. Claudia gasped to see me: after all, I was covered in bruises from the werebear’s rough loving.

“I’ve known a man, Claudia…” I whispered, looking at her seriously. “And not just any man… But Ursinus, the werebear gladiator. And let me tell you, he is far more than any man around here…”

“But mistress! You’re not even married!”

“Other noblewomen take gladiators into their beds to be satisfied by them… By their strength… Why shouldn’t I?” I demanded, looking fiercely at Claudia. “My father was out whoring until only a few hours ago—why shouldn’t I keep in the family tradition?”

Of course, Claudia had nothing to reply to that. She just looked at the floor.

“I was frightened for you, mistress. That beast… The beast who came to you in the night… I do not trust him.”

“You needn’t worry about me, dear. I can take care of myself. All I need from you is for you to keep my secret. My father must not know of this.”

“Yes, mistress. Of course.”

“Good. Now, run me a bath, will you?”

“Of course, mistress. Right away.”

Claudia disappeared into the other room to begin heating perfumed water for a bath. As I listened to the relaxing sounds of water being poured, I found myself admiring my body in the mirror: my ebony skin, glowing with bruises and bites from my lover… Was this a woman’s body now?

Yes. Yes, it most certainly was…

Revelation

Breakfast was served late, owing to my father’s excesses the night before. We gathered in the courtyard for a meal of roasted pheasant, olives, and fruits while a few slave boys entertained us with lyres. I picked at the olives, unable to shake the image of Ursinus’s massive, powerful body from my mind…

“Tomorrow I’ll be fighting that so-called bear,” my father announced suddenly. “You’ll come to watch, won’t you?”

“The bear?” I asked, feigning disinterest, even though in my heart of hearts, I was terrified on Ursinus’s behalf. “What’s that?”

“Don’t you remember? The huge slave I purchased just the other day—the man who can transform into a bear—supposedly.”

“Oh, yes…” I murmured absently. “What was his name? Something rather ridiculous?”

“Ursinus,” my father said with a  grin stretching over his fat, fleshy face. “Unconquered. A truly ridiculous name for a slave if I ever heard one.”

“Maybe it’s that he’s unconquered in his heart,” Quintus said, picking at his pheasant. He wasn’t allowed to bring Theolon to meals and he was always sad when he was away from the beautiful Egyptian boy.

“Bah. Foolishness,” my father murmured. “Slaves don’t have hearts or souls or anything of the sort. He’s just meat—meat that will fight for me.”

I choked on an olive—shocked as I was to hear my father talk so crudely about my lover—though of course, how was he to know?

“I’ll come, father,” I answered finally. “I haven’t been to the games in several moons. And I’d like to see how this Ursinus performs.”

“He’d better perform well…” my father muttered. “For what I paid for him.”

“I’m sure he’ll perform better than you ever could have imagined…” I murmured, slightly dreamily. “After all, he is an amazing physical… specimen.”

My father and Quintus both looked at me oddly and I found myself blushing.

“That is to say, he’s quite the beast. I imagine he’ll tear apart those sickly Levantine slaves and fighters the your rivals insist on sullying the coliseum with.”

My father grinned. This was the kind of talk he liked—anything that criticized or critiqued the fighting habits of his friends and rivals among the other prominent nobles and civic leaders of Rome, for whom fighting humans in a ring like dogs or cocks was the only notable diversion besides whoring with poor downtrodden girls like Lephora and Claudia.

“Quintus, you ought to come as well. You should start learning how to pick a slave for fighting; how these things work… It’s a noble diversion. It’s good for the state and it’s good for the family’s reputation.”

Quintus paled. He abhorred violence in all its form but he knew he had no choice but to obey father.

“Of course, father…” he murmured with a sigh. “I suppose it’s high time I began to learn about these things and take my place as an owner of men…”

Our father saw no irony in his words. He laughed and pounded the table with a single, powerful fist.

“That’s right! It’s the duty of a good Roman man to direct those around him—his family, his city, his state…”

“Yes, father. Whatever you say,” Quintus said, shooting me a sad look.

We finished our meal in silence, my father too occupied by a half-naked slave girl brought out to play the lyre with the slave boys, while I was much too occupied with my worries over Ursinus and, if truth be told… A desire to see him fight. If only I could be assured that he would win. If only I knew that there was no danger, if only I could be assured that he would still live at the end of the day and that I could welcome him into my bed once more…

Quintus’s face had darkened substantially ever since the subject of the fights had been broached and when my father finally departed the table, I saw the tears well up in his eyes.

“Abeba, I don’t
want
to go to the fights. I don’t want to see those beautiful men hurt each other just to amuse brutes like father…”

“I know, Quintus, dear, I know… But we have no choice… That’s just how it is,” I said, taking his small, delicate hand.

“I don’t want to see everyone try to kill poor Ursinus. What has he ever done to anyone here?” Quintus cried. I winced when I heard the name.

“I must tell you a secret, dear brother,” I whispered, dropping my voice. “And you must promise that you’ll tell no one. It is the most important thing I could possibly tell you.”

Quintus’s eyes widened and he leaned his head close to me.

“What? What is it? Tell me! I love secrets!”

The tears in his eyes had already disappeared. I bit my lip and smiled.

“Ursinus, the man bear… He came to me last night.”

“He… He came to you?”

“Yes… he came to me in the night and we made love.”

Quintus gasped and I had to shush him.

“But… But… Sister! Your virtue!”

“Oh, damn my virtue! Damn it all to hell. What do I care about my virtue? Quintus, it was magnificent!”

Now it was my brother’s turn to bite his lip.

“Tell me about it…”

“Quintus, he was amazing… So strong, so powerful, so forceful… I’ve never felt anything like it. I felt like I was dying from pleasure the entire time.”

Quintus closed his eyes, savoring my description.

“To feel him inside of me, pumping, pulsing, driving into me… To feel his desire and then finally take his seed…”

“Oh, gods, I need to find Theolon…” Quintus murmured, rising, a noticeable bulge in his toga. I grinned as he shuffled off, calling for his lover.

But, where was MY lover? And would he still be there after the fights tomorrow?

~

The rest of my day, like usual, was spent in bored leisure. I practiced the lyre and I did some sewing and I traded stories with Claudia and Lephora and lazed around in the sun. I always had been aware of the dullness of this routine but it was only now, now that I had been exposed to something different, something powerful and new, that I realized that there could be more in the world… I didn’t need to be cooped up like an animal in a cage.

I could be free like Ursinus. I could be unconquered too.

Or could I?

Damn it all to hell. It was frightening and difficult and I found myself worrying more and more. How would I ever become a woman if my father kept me in a constant state of arrested development, unable to go out and see things and experience things without his presence or the presence of a whole panoply of slaves and bodyguards? I hated this.

I wanted to be free. I knew I was no different than the other women of my class and status, who were just as entrapped as I was, but I felt that, unlike most of them, I had just experienced something… Something new. Something powerful and exciting and tantalizing. Something that I could never forget.

I had experienced Ursinus.

All too slowly, the end of the day arrived. I drifted off to bed, allowing Lephora and Claudia to bathe me once more, feed me a small pre-bed snack consisting of grapes and a primitive, sweet farmer’s cheese just bought that morning from the market place, and then lead me to my bed.

“Leave the windows open, Claudia,” I ordered before they drifted out. Claudia glanced back at me significantly and I nodded. We both knew who they were for.

Finally, they left and I was alone with my anticipation. I stripped off the light evening gown that I usually wore to bed and lay beneath the covers, naked and already dripping. Gods, he could have just charged in at this very moment and plunged that bear cock into me and it would have slid in, like a knife into young, raw cheese…

Hours passed. My disappointment and agitation, as well as my frustrated warmth and wetness, grew. I found myself rubbing slowly my crotch against the covers, against the fabric, whimpering into the silence of the warm night air as the fabric slid over my clit, over my wet lips. Where the hell was he?

Could it be that he wasn’t… Wasn’t interested in me tonight?

No. No, it couldn’t be. I didn’t want that to be the case. Could it really be that what we had experienced together, the night before—it meant far less to him than it did to me?

Of course, I was probably only one of several women he had had. My virgin sex was probably only one of I don’t know how many fields he had ploughed with that huge bear cock of his.

But still…

I had only just dropped off to sleep and was dreaming that I was trudging through a burning hot desert when I heard the tell tale sounds of climbing and then foot steps. My anticipation had turned me into a light sleeper for the night and my eyes shot open.