Werebear Horror Romance: Given to the Bears (Paranormal Horror Fantasy Romance Short Story) (Shapeshifter Fantasy Horror Romance) by Brandy Cova Page A
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wholeness."
After an exhale, my paradigm modified itself to reflect my mantra. The penis stood at attention, in the form of a physical gift. I permitted my finger to trace upward, along the underside of the shaft, pausing just before the head to stroke a particularly dense nerve center. All other fingertips found their way to his body, and I leaned forward, close between his legs; letting the warmth of my breath dispense itself toward the sensitive skin of his sex. I closed my eyes, and leaned forward, prepared to delight in the final stage of my overt sexual possession, when my feet were dragged out from under me, and my face fell firmly into the forest floor.
Immediately, I felt a finger penetrate my anus, and press my spine down into the ground. Two more hands pulled at either side of my mouth so I was forced to take in a mouth full of the same moss which had heralded my approach to the Finder. The finger in my ass closed its hand and pulled on my body, lifting my pelvis up into the air. Another hand grabbed my hair, and yanked my head backward with a fury that could have only been appropriate, given my demonstration of predatory behavior.
In front of my eyes, in a squatted figure, was the face of a wild woman; her face painted with natural dyes of the forest, and her eyes completely black. Her teeth included sharper canines than usual, but the rest appeared to be omnivorous in nature. I felt a hand massage my left temple, and the woman's face appeared to be expressive of both sadness, and duty; as though she was a doctor, and I was a patient who needed treatment.
The administered treatment came in the form of a living dildo, which began to fuck my vagina. The texture and firmness of the dildo was similar to smooth wood but the elasticity was unlike any wood I had ever felt. The vines betrayed me, and lifted my body up vertically so my pelvis was suspended in the air. I got a glimpse of who my assailants were, and from my perspective the naked feet of five women surrounded my body.
The dildo moved in circular, stirring motions, as though my vagina was a vessel in which a potion was about to be brewed, and each of these hags had a say in the procedure. When I felt a burning sensation on my labia, and a numbness spread through my pelvis, I realized that they in fact had drugged me. I was now officially in over my head.
I opened my mouth to scream in protest, demanding to know who they thought they were, and why my pelvic area was going numb, but a massive cock was thrust into my mouth. I could tell by the smell of his body, that it was my Finder. I released all apprehension, and gave my body to the group; savoring the fullness of my object of prime desire, as it existed between my own two rows of teeth.
Throat fucking usually implies a back and forth, pumping motion; I couldn't exactly say that this is what took place. He had definitely grabbed my skull and pushed all of himself inside of me, but he didn't bother to back out again. He simply pushed deeper, until my jaws were forced open and my lips touched his pubis Mons. My saliva dripped freely from his testicles, and I reached a hand upward from between his two legs, and penetrated his asshole with as many fingers as would fit between his muscular cheeks.
I lost myself for a moment within a chaotic swarm of sensual overload. Tongues were lapping at my anus and clitoris, hands were pulling at my breasts, and my ass and back were being flogged by reeds. Another woman pulled my hair in the opposite direction of the Finder's dick, which was in fact the least desirable aspect of the entire affair. The magical dildo continued to stir some elixir within me, and the skin on my entire body began to tingle with attention and ecstatic overload.
As though I were grasping out for the one conclusive element which would cause everything to stop, I pushed my fingers firmly against the Finder's prostate. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt
After an exhale, my paradigm modified itself to reflect my mantra. The penis stood at attention, in the form of a physical gift. I permitted my finger to trace upward, along the underside of the shaft, pausing just before the head to stroke a particularly dense nerve center. All other fingertips found their way to his body, and I leaned forward, close between his legs; letting the warmth of my breath dispense itself toward the sensitive skin of his sex. I closed my eyes, and leaned forward, prepared to delight in the final stage of my overt sexual possession, when my feet were dragged out from under me, and my face fell firmly into the forest floor.
Immediately, I felt a finger penetrate my anus, and press my spine down into the ground. Two more hands pulled at either side of my mouth so I was forced to take in a mouth full of the same moss which had heralded my approach to the Finder. The finger in my ass closed its hand and pulled on my body, lifting my pelvis up into the air. Another hand grabbed my hair, and yanked my head backward with a fury that could have only been appropriate, given my demonstration of predatory behavior.
In front of my eyes, in a squatted figure, was the face of a wild woman; her face painted with natural dyes of the forest, and her eyes completely black. Her teeth included sharper canines than usual, but the rest appeared to be omnivorous in nature. I felt a hand massage my left temple, and the woman's face appeared to be expressive of both sadness, and duty; as though she was a doctor, and I was a patient who needed treatment.
The administered treatment came in the form of a living dildo, which began to fuck my vagina. The texture and firmness of the dildo was similar to smooth wood but the elasticity was unlike any wood I had ever felt. The vines betrayed me, and lifted my body up vertically so my pelvis was suspended in the air. I got a glimpse of who my assailants were, and from my perspective the naked feet of five women surrounded my body.
The dildo moved in circular, stirring motions, as though my vagina was a vessel in which a potion was about to be brewed, and each of these hags had a say in the procedure. When I felt a burning sensation on my labia, and a numbness spread through my pelvis, I realized that they in fact had drugged me. I was now officially in over my head.
I opened my mouth to scream in protest, demanding to know who they thought they were, and why my pelvic area was going numb, but a massive cock was thrust into my mouth. I could tell by the smell of his body, that it was my Finder. I released all apprehension, and gave my body to the group; savoring the fullness of my object of prime desire, as it existed between my own two rows of teeth.
Throat fucking usually implies a back and forth, pumping motion; I couldn't exactly say that this is what took place. He had definitely grabbed my skull and pushed all of himself inside of me, but he didn't bother to back out again. He simply pushed deeper, until my jaws were forced open and my lips touched his pubis Mons. My saliva dripped freely from his testicles, and I reached a hand upward from between his two legs, and penetrated his asshole with as many fingers as would fit between his muscular cheeks.
I lost myself for a moment within a chaotic swarm of sensual overload. Tongues were lapping at my anus and clitoris, hands were pulling at my breasts, and my ass and back were being flogged by reeds. Another woman pulled my hair in the opposite direction of the Finder's dick, which was in fact the least desirable aspect of the entire affair. The magical dildo continued to stir some elixir within me, and the skin on my entire body began to tingle with attention and ecstatic overload.
As though I were grasping out for the one conclusive element which would cause everything to stop, I pushed my fingers firmly against the Finder's prostate. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt
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