Werebear Horror Romance: Given to the Bears (Paranormal Horror Fantasy Romance Short Story) (Shapeshifter Fantasy Horror Romance) (5 page)

Interestingly, for the Tribe, each of them had found something which was quite beyond their usual stray dream, or forest nymph. I had partaken in the divine countenance of the Goddess herself, and as a result, my unconscious mind was prone toward representing myself as a ruler, no matter what the context of authority. Within the present circumstance, my authority made itself clear by placing the odds in my favor or else I might have been gang raped in the name of tribal lineage.

I didn't mind being the sexual objective for each of the six members of the tribe present, but six werebears against one female is hardly a fair encounter. I nodded, and walked around, sweat dripping off from my body.

"So each of you want to fuck me, and then the most dominant sperm gets to penetrate an egg from within my ovaries, implant itself, and then give rise to a continued culture of gang-rape, dominant animals?" I asked.

"Let me guess," I continued, relishing in the opportunity which had been presented to me given my newfound power. "In addition to inseminating young women in the woods, you also terrorize villages, eat small animals, and periodically growl at the moon?"

Some of them would have spoken by now, had the vines from the ground not systematically wrapped themselves around the jaw and skull of each human, prohibiting them from actually voicing any concerns or complaints about their present circumstances. All I heard were a few moans and muffled, throaty protests.

As though each was a giant fluctuating mass, their bodies rose and fell; swelled and shrank repeatedly. Complaints grew into muffled cries of frustration as each of them realized that they no longer had the capacity to shift into their bear form. I had removed that from each of them; the mushroom had seen to that. As the vines bound themselves together into serpentine trees, the six men were hung in the air and bound so that all of the most critical parts of their anatomy lay openly exposed.

The vines formed a cathedral around me, and the bodies of the six hung like living ornaments within my temple. Tiny vines pulsed and twisted around the shaft and testicles of each man, maintaining a perpetual erection for each body in spite of the apparently terrifying and unprecedented experience in which they currently found themselves.

The desire to gloat left me immediately, and I lay down on the ground. I even managed to release a certain amount of pride which had developed within my mind; thinking perhaps that
I
was the one responsible for this turn of events. Perhaps some unconscious part of me did organize this entire exchange, On a basic level, it felt as though I was simply a part of this entire experience just as they were.  We were both partaking in a cosmic dance; a theatre production for the benefit of the moss.

Each of the six was positioned around me like meat on a hook, or earrings on a display case; power entered into my being as I surveyed my catch. One thing was for certain, each of the men was mine, and I was going to do as I pleased with them. I started off with the man who attacked me on the way into the forest clearing. I wanted to be able to show him what he was good for, in terms of fucking strange women in the forest.

I willed the vines to lower my prey to about a foot above the ground. I could see his eyes look at me in terror as I spun his body around in a slight circle. I moved to the side just so that the tip of my soft thigh brushed against the head of his erect penis each time he spun around in a circle. I derived a twisted sort of pleasure from watching him grow disoriented. His eyes began to roll in his head, and he became pale and sleepy after a while. When he was sufficiently beside himself I grabbed him by the cock and held him; preventing him from turning any further. I must have yanked him a bit too hard, because I could see a look of brief pain open up his eyes; nothing too bad; certainly nothing like crushing a woman into the earth beneath 300 lbs of hard, muscled body. I decided he could handle a bit of pressure at the base of his dick.

Not feeling like kneeling down for this one, I gestured for the vines to bring him up into the air a bit, so I could have complete access to his penis and testicles without straining my neck, or getting my knees notched with forest debris. Several birds flew up next to me, each carrying a small leaf full of water from the spring. They baptized the head of the penis, and as the water rolled down the shaft, I grabbed him firmly with my hand and washed him off. Once the birds had decided his penis was sufficiently clean for the Goddess, I brought him into my mouth.

I was primarily concerned with kissing the tip at first, and so I didn't bother to try for anything drastic. One tiny kiss after another was planted on his engorged skin, as the vines coiled around his shaft, and penetrated both his mouth and his ass. His orientation rotated based on a glance from myself, one way or the other. I grabbed at his testicles with a firm hand and brought the head of his cock into my mouth. It was difficult to tell the difference between a cry of pleasure, and a moan of overwhelming sensation. I imagined that after bringing him into my mouth there was a slightly more submissive, pleasured exhale than before.

Pumping him a few times with my hand was all that was needed in order to get the precum flowing out from the tip of his penis. The vines had been doing a great job of milking his prostate, and stimulating the shaft of his penis before I even touched his body. The precum tasted spicy, and warm, like tiny seeds of fire rolling down my tongue and into my throat. When I taste precum, I can't help myself. I tend to try to bring the entire cock into my mouth almost right away. I know that won't help me get the semen any faster than a focused effort and a few measured hand movements, but there is some part of me that gets really excited at the taste of pheremones. The scent of the alpha overwhelmed my entire taste system.

Not wanting to spoil the fun immediately, I resorted to laying down on my back, and sticking my tongue out, just in front of my face. A rocking motion was facilitated by the vines suspending the alpha, and my tongue managed to systematically stroke the balls of the entangled man, without so much as an ounce of effort on my part. He lasted a total of four minutes before his balls began to draw up toward his body, preparing to inseminate an elusive orifice which occasionally presented itself as available to the head of his penis.

Not wanting to waste anything, I brought him into my mouth so that my lips sealed off the head of his penis from the air outside. I pulled on his balls while sucking and swallowing until I felt shudders vibrate through my head. He hung limp, suspended over me with his dick still in my mouth. I gave him one final suck for good measure, and then left him suspended above the ground, fucked, gagged, and properly drained of all seminal fluid.

The next one in line had been watching me work over the first, with a look that stretched somewhere between the poles of horror and fascination. The vines rotated his body with idle precision, but for my next plan, I needed more attentive bindings. As though the environment responded to my desire, two buck deer came out from the woods and placed themselves at either side of my body. I kissed each of them on the snout in appreciation, and then bent over a stack of fallen logs so that my ass was properly suspended in the air. Extensions of ivy grew up to support either ankle, as I spread my legs wide, and prepared for entry.

The vines lowered the man from the canopy until he was at the correct altitude to line his penis up with my vagina. The deer did their part by hooking spare loops on either side of the man, and not growing anxious or uncomfortable when the vines fastened themselves securely to either side of their antlers. As though proceeding forward in a funeral march, the deer moved one pace at a time, until the penis belonging to the suspended man presented itself respectfully at the entrance to my inner temple.

Directed by a subtle flick of my finger, I compelled the bucks move forward and carry out their task. One of them was too enthusiastic in his approach and I was fucked off from my perch on the fallen tree. The bindings I had summoned for my ankles stretched, but did not break, and I felt the strain in each of my legs as well as the expansive presence of a swollen cock within my vagina. Fortunately for my body, the operation of woods magic did not require any verbal effort. All that I could verbally muster at that time was an unintelligible and deep, crooning sigh.

I shot the offending deer a glance and I could tell that he was visibly uncomfortable at being singled out from the pair. I laughed to myself. The animal reminded me of a time long forgotten, when a dog I had known became aware that it had done something its owner was not excited about. The animal hid its head momentarily, and looked up once more to see if it was still in trouble. I found it difficult to maintain any kind of anger, as both deer decided it was time once more to begin systematically plowing me with the human body which was fixed to their antlers.

A glare shot out from my eyes at the two of them, and I'm not certain, but I feel as though I saw a glint of humor in their eyes. I stuck my tongue out at them, and was only granted an additional transfer of energy from each deer to my central nervous system, courtesy of a suspended and bound shifter penis. The entire process was so beyond my control, that I actually had to command the bucks verbally.

"The...  semen ....  from this .... human .... WILL .... be.... swallowed!" I commanded, in between bursts of energetic sexual contact.

The deer slowed a bit, and I got to savor a slow, deliberate fucking, while the log beneath me fell to pieces from my fervent grasping hands.

To finish the job uninterrupted, the ivy from the ground held me in the air, with legs akimbo so that the man might ejaculate within me. I suspected treachery on behalf of the forest, and commanded to be turned around at once.

The ivy obeyed my command at once and the final thrust from the deer’s procession caused a fully engorged penis to sink deeply into my throat, shooting hot cum down my esophagus. I reached around and grasped a hold of the vine which had long implanted itself in the man's ass and used it as a handle to pull the penis further into myself. My teeth dug into his pelvic bone, my throat contracted in a gag, swallowing every bit of semen which was deposited within my body.

After the man stopped convulsing, I continued to suck on him mercilessly until his penis had actually passed through the resting period, and grew hard once more. I commanded the vines to firmly compress his prostate so that any residual fluid which remained within his reproductive system would be promptly deposited in my mouth. The second orgasm took place not more than a few long moments after the first, and I left the second man as a dessicated fruit, withered on the vine.

After instructing the vines to set me free, they dropped me softly onto the ground. A bit of moss grew in a cushion in order to brace my fall, and I felt loved. My frame of mind became feral, and I sought out the next prey for my consumption of love’s juice. Looking around, I found that the vines were having fun with the third, by swinging him toward the fourth so that number three's mouth brushed sloppily on number four's penis. It was obvious to me that they weren't really enjoying themselves, but they didn't have much of a choice in the matter. I wound the vines around the two of them, so that each of their cocks stuck out between the other's legs, pressing themselves firmly against one another's testicles.

I lowered the vines for each of these two so I could reach a hand up to grab each shaft beneath the crotch of both bodies, and pull them down like udders toward my mouth. Doing my best to fit two cocks in my mouth at one time, I found that my teeth grated lightly against the shafts of both men. Since neither were in a position to do anything about my advances, I took each of their scrotums in a firm handful, and sucked eagerly until I achieved my objective.

Perhaps it was because the two cocks were rubbing against one another, or perhaps it was something to do with the magic orchestrating the entire occasion, but both managed to ejaculate simultaneously. Cum in my mouth normally wouldn't have been a problem, but my jaw couldn't open wide enough to accommodate both penis, so I ended up with a mouth full of semen. The excess that I was unable to immediately swallow ran down my cheek, and fell onto the bed of moss.

The drop turned into a beautiful flower as a life cycle nearly completed itself within a matter of seconds. The flower was crimson with a creamy white center. Along the outer edges of the petals a genetic change caused a serrated yellow pattern to form where the petals met the atmosphere. I didn't want to leave anything to chance, so I knelt down and chomped the flower off from the ground; it reminded me of a hybridization between nasturtium and honeysuckle.

As I knelt down to bite the flower off from the forest floor, I pulled each hand firmly down the length of each cock, causing cum to pour out onto each wrist. Lapping the stray fluid up from my skin, I faced upward in time to catch a drip on the forehead, and another on my upper lip; it was the sweetest rain I think I have ever experienced; I only wished there were more droplets. In pursuit of my fantasy, I stood up to lick each man clean. A fingertip took care of the drop on my forehead, and my eager tongue took in the drop which landed fortuitously close to my mouth. After I was certain those two had nothing left to offer, I turned my attention to the fifth suspended shifter.