Breeding Call: Virgin Initiations (BDSM Erotic Romance) (Bred in Underfalls) by Arthur Mitchell Page A
Authors: Arthur Mitchell
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cracks that made her feel as though she were out in the open and waiting for any man, rather than concealed in a massive network of gray limbs. The autumn had been dry and the leaves were mostly gone, leaving nothing but dying branches, soon to be covered by snow.
Jordan pulled her coat tighter as she rested for a moment, sipping water from a canteen. She would have to find a stream soon to refill, or else risk upsetting her balance.
That would be a disaster. A man can only command you if he can catch you. Weakening yourself for the lame, fat bears to catch won't do you any good, nor your children.
She feared the older, heavier men the most. Unlike the athletic hunters who traversed the woods, searching for prey to satisfy all of their appetites, the ones affectionately labeled bears stayed in one place. They crafted traps to catch animals and mates, doing with tools what their bodies couldn't.
“ Their rods are too soft and their sacs are too dry,” Jordan once overheard her Aunt saying to an older cousin, a woman who ventured into the woods several years ago. “Never let a bear mate with you. It won't even be enjoyable.”
The slender, dark haired woman curled her lip in disgust. Jordan didn't dare ask her Aunt if she had fallen prey to a bear's lust, but she suspected it. Unlike the women who often wondered about their sons, separated from them shortly after birth, her Aunt never talked about the boy she had delivered during her first mating.
There are so many secrets that are never discussed...things you can only find out through experience, Jordan thought. She wrapped her shawl tighter as wind caressed her through the trees. Tiredness came over her eyes, but she couldn't sleep – not for all of the village's cinnamon tea.
She took other women's stories to heart. Above all, she understood that the first trek into the woods had to be good.
Jordan was no stranger to pleasure. Since her body began to change, she explored herself for long hours on cold nights, sliding her soft hands into the sharpening curves she hoped a man would desire one day.
Discovering the little nub at the top of her folds that fired thick, sugary pleasure into her brain had become an addiction. It pulsed even now, along with the moist heat building between her legs, as if it had a mind of its own.
My body knows. Behind my eyes, my mind is clouded with fear and hope, but the body just craves seed – especially now that it's so close.
The lustful furnace beneath her abdomen steamed as she picked up her pace, imagining men around every wide tree trunk, or hunched behind fat boulders. The imaginary mates overloaded her.
Several times, she had to stop and lean back on a tree, pressing the center of her dress into that fiery zone. Her cool fingers crept down to the hem of her dress and pulled, just enough to scrape her bare legs. A man who would take her as a mate might appear at any second, and as the minutes ticked on, she hoped it would be soon.
Jordan never had time to make it back onto the half-obscured path. There wasn't a sound that announced his presence, but a shadow.
She never thought to look up, far into the trees, where some men were masters of the canopies that ran overhead. He didn't snap a twig as he crashed down upon her, wrestling her to the ground with a scream.
“ Oh, my little rabbit. What sleek, wonderful thighs you have! I'm tempted to release you for a chase, but that would put me at risk of losing you in this forest, and I can't do that.” He whispered in her ear, a loud murmur that reminded her of the great waterfalls she had seen as a girl. The warbling waters were deafening, but reassuring as they emptied into Great Lake, just like his tone.
His huge body pressed against her, like a hard shield draped across her back. Powerful, wide hands like Father Skarr's found their way to her wrists and pulled her little arms back. Her limbs so spindly compared to his that she felt he could have snapped
Jordan pulled her coat tighter as she rested for a moment, sipping water from a canteen. She would have to find a stream soon to refill, or else risk upsetting her balance.
That would be a disaster. A man can only command you if he can catch you. Weakening yourself for the lame, fat bears to catch won't do you any good, nor your children.
She feared the older, heavier men the most. Unlike the athletic hunters who traversed the woods, searching for prey to satisfy all of their appetites, the ones affectionately labeled bears stayed in one place. They crafted traps to catch animals and mates, doing with tools what their bodies couldn't.
“ Their rods are too soft and their sacs are too dry,” Jordan once overheard her Aunt saying to an older cousin, a woman who ventured into the woods several years ago. “Never let a bear mate with you. It won't even be enjoyable.”
The slender, dark haired woman curled her lip in disgust. Jordan didn't dare ask her Aunt if she had fallen prey to a bear's lust, but she suspected it. Unlike the women who often wondered about their sons, separated from them shortly after birth, her Aunt never talked about the boy she had delivered during her first mating.
There are so many secrets that are never discussed...things you can only find out through experience, Jordan thought. She wrapped her shawl tighter as wind caressed her through the trees. Tiredness came over her eyes, but she couldn't sleep – not for all of the village's cinnamon tea.
She took other women's stories to heart. Above all, she understood that the first trek into the woods had to be good.
Jordan was no stranger to pleasure. Since her body began to change, she explored herself for long hours on cold nights, sliding her soft hands into the sharpening curves she hoped a man would desire one day.
Discovering the little nub at the top of her folds that fired thick, sugary pleasure into her brain had become an addiction. It pulsed even now, along with the moist heat building between her legs, as if it had a mind of its own.
My body knows. Behind my eyes, my mind is clouded with fear and hope, but the body just craves seed – especially now that it's so close.
The lustful furnace beneath her abdomen steamed as she picked up her pace, imagining men around every wide tree trunk, or hunched behind fat boulders. The imaginary mates overloaded her.
Several times, she had to stop and lean back on a tree, pressing the center of her dress into that fiery zone. Her cool fingers crept down to the hem of her dress and pulled, just enough to scrape her bare legs. A man who would take her as a mate might appear at any second, and as the minutes ticked on, she hoped it would be soon.
Jordan never had time to make it back onto the half-obscured path. There wasn't a sound that announced his presence, but a shadow.
She never thought to look up, far into the trees, where some men were masters of the canopies that ran overhead. He didn't snap a twig as he crashed down upon her, wrestling her to the ground with a scream.
“ Oh, my little rabbit. What sleek, wonderful thighs you have! I'm tempted to release you for a chase, but that would put me at risk of losing you in this forest, and I can't do that.” He whispered in her ear, a loud murmur that reminded her of the great waterfalls she had seen as a girl. The warbling waters were deafening, but reassuring as they emptied into Great Lake, just like his tone.
His huge body pressed against her, like a hard shield draped across her back. Powerful, wide hands like Father Skarr's found their way to her wrists and pulled her little arms back. Her limbs so spindly compared to his that she felt he could have snapped
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