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.
“Fuck…! F-f-f-fuuuuck…!” Trish’s muffled moans were hardly concealed by the pillow and by the time Mik had managed to get his entirety inside of her, she was squirming beneath him. “Ugh… Fuck…! Mik, you’re so fucking huge!” Trish managed to say as she pried her teeth out of the pillow for a second only to go back to biting it the next.
“Should I be saying sorry?” Mik asked with a grin as he gave Trish a slap on the ass, making the flab jiggle as she shuddered. “Heh… I always did love my women big,” Mik growled lustfully, pulling his hips back and then slamming them hard against Trish. She could hardly contain the outpour of pleasure filled noises from escaping her throat as Mik quickly got into a rhythm thrusting in and out of her roughly, making the bed creak every other thrust.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Trish repeated again and again, feeling as though she was being stretched to the limit by Mik’s massive, merciless cock. In the heat of the moment, as Mik panted heavily, he pulled his cock out of Trish, leaving her winking sex to drizzle onto his shaft as he ran it against her again.
“Fuck, you’re… Hah… You’re really good…” Mik said as sweat started to form on his brow. “I don’t wanna cum just yet though…” He slowly stroked his hardness against Trish’s swollen lips and clit, which still continued to pulse with pleasure. Even just being against Mik was enough to send delightful tingles down Trish’s spine and made her arch her back for the second she felt Mik’s tip sliding back into her entrance again.
“Ohhhh!” cried Trish as she hugged one of the pillows beneath her and gyrated her hips against Mik. Mik leaned over, laying his chest on Trish’s back as his arms came around to her sides. The beast in him taking over, he raked his teeth, turning into fangs down Trish’s shoulder. “Yes, babe! Take me!” Trish moaned, hardly able to keep up with Mik’s actions as he bit down harder, thrusting faster and faster.
“That’s it, baby… Take my cock…” Mik growled into Trish’s ear, making sure to get the entirety of himself inside of her on every inward thrust. His heavy balls slapped against her and the claws starting from his nails came out to teasingly prod at the outside of Trish’s breast cover.
Mik grunted and groaned, occasionally forcing himself to stop and slow down right when Trish started to feel herself getting closer to her climax. After repeating the stopping process a few times, Mik grit his teeth, tightening his hold around Trish.
The buildup for both of them seemed to be getting closer at the same time. The waves of pleasure overtook Trish and at the height of them, she shut her eyes tightly and shrieked aloud.
“M-Mik… I’m gonna…!”
“Oh… Oh, fuck, Trish…! I’m…!”
Mik couldn’t stop himself from throwing his head back as he let out a feral noise—resembling a bear. Teeth and nails were replaced by fangs and claws by both, but Mik dug his fangs into Trish’s shoulder. Spurt after spurt shot into Trish as she spasmed beneath Mik, her head buried in the pillows as a gush of warm fluids combatted Mik’s seed.
The both of them shared hot and heavy pants. Mik rested atop Trish who’d gone quiet, letting the effects of the afterglow calm her. Her mind was at last calm and at peace. But with the peace, however, Trish realized exactly what her hormones had drove her to do. She’d mated with one of the males in her tribe when she was supposed to be married off not another day away.
Oh my God… What have I done?
“Trishka! Trishka, are you ready now or not?” asked a baritone, male voice from outside the hut’s door.
“Y-yeah… I’ll be there in just a moment, Keldrin. I promise…” Trish replied as she fiddled with the back of her dress, trying to fit it around herself. It was apparent that the dress wasn’t made for one as voluptuous as her, but tradition ruled above all else in the tribe. Should I tell him? The question kept coming up in the back of her mind. Even when she least expected it. What’s the worst that could happen? Was the other thought still looming over her head and at the same time refusing to leave it. She knew what happened the last time she found her own answer, but it was the same reason she’d ended up questioning herself in the first place.
Well, he’s going to be my husband. I should tell him at least, shouldn’t I? She pondered the thought as she checked herself in the mirror. The clean, white dress was a little snug around Trish’s curves, but otherwise it looked dazzling on her. There wasn’t a question in her mind that this would be her wedding night, and yet, something about it seemed wrong to her. Something was off aside from the pregnancy.
Maybe I didn’t even get pregnant off of him… It’s happened before… Trish took a deep breath and looked around the room for anything else to check before going out. Steeling herself, she opened the door and walked through to find Keldin, the older looking, dark skinned man with long grey hair, standing outside impatiently tapping his foot.
“Good God, Trishka! What the Hell were you doing in there for so long?” asked Keldrin with a raised brow and crossed arms.
Trish nervously fiddled with her thumbs. No matter what it was, she always thought that Keldrin knew she was up to something or at the least had an idea. Before she could answer, he cut her off by saying, “Never mind, never mind! We’ve got a wedding to get you to!”
***
It seemed like everyone from both tribes was present. On the right was Trish’s tribe—a few shifted into bears, and to the left was her soon-to-be husband’s tribe all present in their human forms. Trish had heard that things were different in the other tribe. That they didn’t feel as in tune with their animal side—that they thought it was a curse. She could never understand them and their ways as much as she tried to wrap her head around it, but as she walked up the aisle separating the two tribes it was all she could think about. Surely there’s got to be something else we’ve got in common…
Unlike most marriages, this was seen as the highest honor in the tribe. As such, Trish had to walk it alone, but she could feel every set of eyes she’d ever known watching her—cheering for her in this moment. Glancing over, she could see her family nodding approvingly and Keldrin making his way to the stand to wed them just out of view. Trish’s heart sank into her chest as the realization came up again. That she wasn’t just keeping her secret from everyone, but her family as well.
On the way to the end, she kept her head bowed in respect, but once she reached the step beside her groom, she just had to look at him. He pulled the veil off and looked into my eye with his icy blues. For some reason, I wasn’t expecting him to give me such a kind smile. It was the first time I’d met someone of his kind—a short haired, lighter skinned man with a well-kept face and tidy black suit.
“Wow,” I said in a gasp.
“Yes, my love?” he asked in a low tone, making my entire body vibrate with every syllable.
“You’re…not what I expected…” Trish said shyly, trying to look away. There was something about him that made her usual confidence melt away—making her just as shy and bashful as the men she enticed. It was an odd feeling to be on the receiving end for once and Trish didn’t know where to look or how to act—let alone in front of both tribes.
“Oh?” asked the groom as he cupped Trish’s chin with two of his fingers and tilted her head so that their eyes met again. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, love. Are you ready to begin?”
“I… Could I know your name first, at least?” At least this should be out of the way.
“Of course. I’m Heris,” he replied with a patient smile.
“Trishka, but everyone calls me Trish.”
Heris nodded and Keldrin interrupted them both with his booming voice. The ceremony was about to begin, but Trish already found herself saying, “I do.”
A few moons passed and Trish found herself living happily with her new husband Heris. The two of them got along without having to use a lot of words. No matter what she was doing, Heris knew what to say every time he saw her. She never so much as seen him get angry with her, but the opportunity to tell him her darkest secret never seemed to arise.
Looking for a way to tell him or the right words to use started to tear her apart as she sat on the couch beside him or listened to one of the lectures he was going to present to the tribe. To him, above all else, honor and trust were the highest values. This was reflected in everyone’s eyes in Trish’s new tribe, which made her feel as though she had to slink away to the darkest, most hidden corners of the village in order to continue hiding from everyone. Maybe now…? Now…?
The amount Heris intimidated Trish was beyond all of her logical reasoning. The man had never so much as raised his voice at her, but she knew that he had great power. His large build, muscles, and voice could only give her the vaguest idea about where his strength truly lied and how much of it he could hold.
Days turned into weeks of waiting for the right moment, but Trish’s pregnancy was starting to become more apparent. She was sluggish in the mornings and often sick to her stomach from eating her favorite berries. Trish hoped that Heris wouldn’t notice her slightly larger belly since she was already largely built, but the looming feeling of his ever watchful eye still made her tense up around him.
To relieve some of the tension built up over the last month, she shifted into her bear form and decided to go and visit her old tribe. She wasn’t sure if the new scents given to her by the kubeba would override those of the heriks she was born with, but even if it did, she’d only have to greet a few choice people before leaving.
Trish padded over to a few of the huts and sniffed them to see if anyone she recognized was around. Damn… Where is everyone today? She thought as her check came up negative. Quietly growling to herself, she went over to another one of the huts only for it to seem there was no one home yet again. Perhaps I chose the wrong time to come back for a visit… I can’t seem to do anything right these days.
The bear sat down and groomed her paws, minding the claws that were previously covered in berry juice. Thankfully, Trish had managed to find particular berry that her extra weight didn’t mind, but it still didn’t make up for the others that had a more obvious effect on her. All was oddly quiet, but a rustling from behind caught Trish’s ear. Startled, she let out a slightly louder growl as a warning, but the rustling continued.
Who goes there? Trish thought as she hesitantly turned around and bared her fangs at what looked like another bear, but with dark black fur instead of chocolate brown. The opposite bear echoed Trish’s sounds and got up on its hind legs to let out a loud roar that shook Trish to her core.
She readied herself for battle, not recognizing the other’s scent, but right before the other bear charged at her it stopped and sniffed at the air around her. Trish lowered her head, all of her muscles tensing up as the other bear interrogated her. What do you want…? The other bear got a little closer to her, close enough for her to smell his scent. That’s when his familiarity started clearing up the clouds in her head. Oh my God… Mik, is that you…? Her eyes widened in surprise the moment she realized it and they both went quiet for a while, staring at each other.
If there’s anyone to tell… It should be the man who got me pregnant in the first place… Trish thought to herself as she slowly started to revert back to her human form and Mik did the same. He looked just the same as he had when she last saw him and it brought a grin to her face. She never did look at a man the same way once she’d had them, but it was slightly troubling that it took her so long to remember his scent.
“Trish…” Mik started to say with a small grin he tried to keep hidden away. “It’s been so long…”
Trish nodded and said, “Yes, it has. How have you been?”
Mik shrugged and said, “The same as ever. I got promoted from a warrior to a guard for Keldrin. He trusts me like I’m his own son now and you… You’ve got the life of luxury now, I’m sure.”
Trish’s grin faded into a more somber look. “You could say that, but… There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
“What is it?” Mik asked as he crossed his arms.
“It’s… It’s my husband, Heris, I don’t know what he’s going to do if he finds out about us…” Trish looked away as he forced the words out of her mouth, biting her bottom lip in fear of Mik’s reply.
To Trish’s surprise, Mik coughed up a few dry chuckles and swatting the air, dismissing Trish’s words. “He’s not going to find out. How would he? The only way he could know would be if… Well, if you told him, of course.” He paused for a few moments to gather his thoughts, stroking along his jawline. “Or me, I suppose. But I’d be dead by the time I let that happen.”
Trish shut her eyes tightly, pushing her next few words through grit teeth. “I… I’m pregnant, Mik.”
Mik’s confident expression fell off of his face. “What…?” he asked absentmindedly.
Trish took a deep breath and pointed a finger at Mik saying, “Y-you got me pregnant, Mik. I’m going to have to tell Heris about it whether the two of us like it or not.” Mik stayed silent, seemingly lost in his thoughts. “I’m actually glad that I got to see you before I told him… I don’t know what Heris will do when he finds out, but I don’t want him coming after you.”
“He’ll come after me?” Mik asked with a raised brow.
Trish hesitated before answering. “I… I don’t know. He could, but I’m not really sure.”
Mik stroked his chin thoughtfully a few times. “How doesn’t he know already?”
“Huh?”
He added a few hand gestures as he spoke, twirling them in the air. “You know… He’s your husband, so shouldn’t you have…?”
“Oh. No, he hasn’t asked for that. I can’t imagine why, but he’s never so much as approached me with the prospect of it…”
Mik nodded twice. “Maybe he already…knows…” He looked Trish directly in the eyes and said, “I’m going to have to go, Trish. When this all blows over, I’ll come back, but I don’t wanna risk anything for either of us.”
Trish took a step forward, holding her hand out to stop Mik, but he’d already started shifting back into a bear. “I’m sorry…” she said quietly to herself to the man now turned a bear. He walked over to her and rubbed his head against her body, letting her pet the top of his head a few times before running off to the trees surrounding the village.
A deep sadness swallowed her heart and yet, Trish felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her chest. Even if Mik had to leave, he’d still be safe from Heris when she told him. As she thought about Heris, she remembered that he was going to be the one making dinner for the two of them this evening. Of all the times they didn’t speak to one another with words, sitting down at dinner was always the hardest to keep a straight face because it was the only time they actually talked to each other. Heris would go over his plans for the morning and Trish would listen.
However, it seemed that Trish had something else in mind for tonight’s dinner. Trish shifted back into the form of the bear and as she padded over to the kubeba village, her mind was made up: she’d tell him tonight.
The smells of hickory smoked ham, broiled steak, and mashed potatoes filled the room as Trish walked in. She sat down at her spot opposite of Heris’s. Unlike most higher ranked members, Heris kept his table short so he could easily share his meal and conversation with Trish without the extra effort associated with a long table. Trish trembled in her seat as Heris neared, humming to himself as he set down a plate full of food in front of her. “Decided to go with some of our favorites and just kind of…mash them all together. What do you think?” Heris asked with one of his kind smiles.
Trish could never stop herself from grinning back—at least a little. “That’s fine with me,” she said nervously, trying not to make her voice squeak or crack.
Heris nodded slowly. “All of you?”
Trish swallowed dry air, fidgeting in her seat. “Huh?”
“Your stomach has been acting up lately. We want to make sure all of you enjoys it, right?” Heris asked as he set down a plate at his end, but waited just a second before going back into the kitchen.
“Oh… Yeah, right. I wouldn’t want to have another morning like I did yesterday…” Trish’s words drifted off as she looked down at her plate full of food. The smell was a pleasant mixture that made her mouth water, but it wasn’t enough to keep her mind off of the scenarios playing in the back of her mind.
Heris disappeared into the kitchen for a few moments and then came out with a bottle of wine. Trish winced as he poured some into her glass and then his. He sat down and raised his glass to toast and hesitantly, she raised hers as well. “To another night happily married to my wife,” he said with a smile and took a sip. He looked to Trish a certain way, as if he was expecting her to mirror his actions.
Trish tentatively brought the glass to her lips and gingerly sipped, hardly tasting any of the liquid. She set the glass down and idly poked at the food for a little bit before taking her first bite. As she chewed the perfectly cooked meat, she looked around the room for distraction, but only managed to keep staring at Heris and wondering how to start what she had to say.
Eventually, she reached the conclusion that there was no way she’d be able to find the right words. There were only the best words that she could use to tell him as gently as possible. Before she realized what she was saying, she blurted out, “Heris, I’m pregnant!” and dug her teeth into another piece of meat.
Heris was silent, seemingly not responding to her words at all. Fearing she’d have to say it again, she asked, “Dear, did you hear me?” Heris nodded slowly, his face starting to twitch a little. Trish wanted to get up and go over to him, but her body was frozen in place.
“You’ve waited so long to tell me, love…” Heris said in a quiet growl just barely able to be heard by Trish. She gave him a confused look and he went on to say, “I’ve known it from the moment I met you, Trish. I could smell it a mile away, but don’t worry—no one’s nose is as good as mine.”
Trish looked down at her food, unable to keep looking into Heris’s. “So…”
“Yes, I knew the whole time, but I waited because I thought that it’d show how much you trusted me if you told me. If…” Heris trailed off for a moment. “If I didn’t have to confront you myself.” Heris noticed that Trish’s head was still down, so he slammed his fist on the table and shouted, “Trish! I’m your husband!” Her head shot up immediately. “Why do you think I haven’t asked you have you as my own? I can still smell the male on you… The one who did this to you, but I won’t be having any more of it.”
“I… I don’t know what to say, Heris…” Trish was at a loss for words even though her mind scrambled to come up with an answer.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Heris said as he flicked his wrist and grabbed his glass of wine. He took a few sips and then said, “I’m going to seek that boy out and I’m going to challenge him.” He set the glass down and sighed. “It would be the…honorable thing to do after all.”
“B-but, Heris...” Trish started to say as she reached out to him. “No one has to know… It could be our little secret…”
Heris shook his head slowly, cutting into his steak. “No, no, no, my dear. I’m afraid I can’t be doing that. There’s no honor in keeping secrets.” He glanced up at Trish. “This isn’t your fault, you know, your people don’t see things the same way mine do, so…”
“So what?” Trish blurted out. Her body was tense and her confidence fading, but she couldn’t let another battle break out—especially because of her. “If you get into it with him, then it could start another battle between our tribes—or worse. Does that sounds honorable? The best for your people? Our people?”
Heris slowed his chewing, pondering Trish’s words. Once he swallowed her shot her a questioning glance, which told Trish that he was lost himself. “You…bring up a good point, my dear…” Heris’s voice sounded a little lighter and his words lacked the depth that they usually held. He leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands. “So, how do you propose we remedy this then, Trish? I can’t live feeling that my honor has been threatened, which means that I must take up some sort of revenge, but at the same time…”
Trish tapped her chin, trying to focus on a way to resolve the conflict. Every answer she came up with only led down another road of blood, but there was one she thought had the possibility of working. How do you appeal to a man of honor? “Well… I’ve been thinking… this child might be born, but under different circumstances…”
“I’m listening…”
“There’s nothing more honorable than having a son to pass down everything to, correct? Well, it was a beta-male that gave me his seed in the first place, but we both know that that’s an easy fix.” Heris stroked the light stubble at the bottom of his chin, thinking over Trish’s words. “If I had, say, your sperm inside of me then I’d get impregnated by your son instead of his. That way your honor can stay intact.”
Heris grinned. “Ha-ha… I don’t know if that’d work or not, but it sounds like you’re going to great lengths to have my seed.” Trish was silent, unsure of what to say again. “Is it really so important for you that no harm comes to this so-called ‘beta-male’?”
Trish nodded, standing up and walking over to Heris. “Yes, but… Like you said, you’re my husband and I’ve been wanting you since I saw your face for the first time.”
The man couldn’t keep from coughing up a couple of laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Do you really mean that or are you getting my face mixed up with my loincloth?”
Trish added a swift shashay to her steps and traced two fingers around Heris’s chest as she said, “Baby, I love all of you not just one part.”
Before Heris could say another word, Trish leaned over from Heris’s side and pressed her lips to his, tasting his gruff lips and letting his tongue come into hers. She could still taste the meat in his mouth as her ear caught a low growl from Heris’s throat. Am I really doing this right now? Trish wondered as she felt one of his large hands grope her breast through the thin fabric covering them. The sensitive nipples dug into Heris’s palm, earning a gasp from her that tumbled into his mouth.
“Mmm…” Heris hummed contently as one of his hands slipped between his legs and ran from his hefty balls up his thick shaft. He pulled away from Trish’s lips from a moment to say, “Okay, okay… You’ve got me…” With a quiet groan, he moved the loincloth out of the way of his hard-on and flashed it at Trish. “You like?” he asked playfully, openly stroking it for her as a bead of pre-cum tipped his head. Trish nodded slowly, licking her lips and reaching for it.
“If you want my seed so badly, you should’ve told me in the first place,” Heris said in almost a purr. “Let’s do this where there’s more room—I’ll have a servant take care of this when we’re done,” Heris said with a wink.
*
Heris led Trish to the bedroom, only stopping a few times to grope her from behind to rub himself against her. Trish squirmed against him, unable to keep from moaning and gasping from the sudden bursts of pleasure she got whenever he reached around to pinch her nipples or bit down on the side of her neck. “Mm…” Trish hummed as she crawled onto the bed and spread her legs, exposing her already dripping sex to Heris.
“Damn, baby… You’ve got a very pretty pussy,” Heris said as he licked his lips and Trish blushed. It was the first time she’d ever heard Heris say anything along those lines and the compliment caught her off guard. She wasn’t sure about not sucking him first, but when she felt Heris’s press against her own, her worries went away. This time, however, he was kissing and suckling on her bottom lips.
Trish’s legs twitched as Heris gave her sloppy kiss after kiss up and down her vulva, taking her moist lips into his mouth to suckle them. “Ahh…” Trish huffed, reaching down to mess with Heris’s hair while he closed his eyes, rubbing his nose against her slowly swelling clit. The little nub pulsed with every wave of pleasure that Heris granted Trish and when he enveloped his lips around it, she pressed her head back against the pillow—hard.
“Ohhhh…! Oh, that’s it! Right there, baby!” Trish cried out, her legs straightening out to the sides of Heris.
“That’s it, babe… That’s it…” Heris bellowed below her, letting her clit out of his lips for just a second. He twirled his tongue around it before taking it back into his lips and brought up two fingers to sneak along the side of Trish’s labia. Trish bit down on her bottom lip, trying to withstand the sensations running all throughout her body, but she couldn’t control how wet Heris’s masterful mouth and fingers were making her.
“F-fuck, Heris!” she shrieked, kicking both of her legs out as Heris suckled on her clit, sneaking both fingers by her entrance to tease her with the tips. They pushed through the first gush, getting coated in her thick juices and then drove in deeper, stretching Trish’s still-tight hole even further. Trish grasped Heris’s hair harder, moving her hips up and down to brush her clit against his teasing tongue again and again in time with his fingers pumping in and out of her.
“Mmm… Babe, you taste so fucking good,” Heris growled as he glanced up at Trish, licking his lips. The look in his eyes was purely feral and looking closer, Trish could swear that she saw fires dancing in both of them. She watched as his head sank below her legs again.
She never knew that a man could do so much to her. She was so used to having to entice and craftily seduce, but now she had a husband that would more than happily give just as much to her. How she managed to keep her pregnancy a ‘secret’ she’d never know, but now that she was getting Heris’s—her husband’s seed instead of his, she was sure that it was all for the better.
As Heris’s fingers started to go faster and faster, Trish found it harder to hold back the buildup starting to take her. Just before she went past the point, she pushed Heris away saying, “Stop! Stop! I don’t want to come yet!”
Heris reluctantly pulled himself away from Trish, but found a grin on his face when he remembered. “Oh, right… You wanted me to come inside of you first, right, babe?”
Trish bit down on her lip, hardly able to say the words now that she was so exposed to him. “I… Well, um…” She looked away for a second, but then nodded with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes again, Heris was leaning in to get another kiss from her. She could taste herself on his lips—faintly sweet, but his taste overpowered her own, making the kiss just as rough as the last one.
Slowly, Heris pulled himself away from Trish’s lips again, but rested his forehead against hers. “Mmm, babe…You don’t know how much I want you right now,” Heris said as he ground his cock against Trish’s thigh, bringing the heavy, rock-hard manhood up to brush against Trish’s snatch. “That’s right babe… It’s fully hard and just for you…” Heris whispered into Trish’s ear, as he slid his lips over to it, softly biting it.
“Ah!” Trish sharply gasped as she felt the bit of fang coming out and trailing along the side of her ear. Heris took hold of his cock at the base and positioned it at Trish’s entrance.
“You ready for me?” he asked in a low growl, letting his bear come out a little.
Trish nodded twice, the bear in her feeling the need to mate even though it’d lay dormant for so long. Something about Heris had awakened it and it made her think that maybe her idea was better than she’d originally thought.
Heris thrust into her slowly to get comfortable, managing to squeeze the entirety of himself into her. Trish growled and moaned aloud, writhing beneath Heris as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Trish’s sharing a kiss with her as he started to thrust faster and faster. The waves gradually became just as strong as when his head was between her legs—stronger even. Trish closed her eyes, trying to keep up with Heris’s kiss and movements, but it was all too much for her to handle.
By the time Heris had gotten into a fast rhythm, thrusting his entirety in and out of her, they were both lost in the passion, sharing a heated mating session that only tribal were-bears could. “Fuck, baby…! Fuck…! I think… I’m going…! I’m gonna!”
Trish pressed her head against the pillow one last time as all over her muscles tensed up and her breaths got short, her walls clamping down around Heris’s thick shaft as Heris started to shoot inside of her. Heris threw his head back and then fell atop of Trish, panting hard and still thrusting as he filled her sex with his hot seed.
“F-finaly…” huffed Heris as his spurts slowly came to a drip inside of Trish. Her walls milked him of all of his cum, still throbbing wildly alongside his manhood. “I finally got to breed my wife…”
“So, does this mean you don’t need to take revenge anymore?”
“I think this means that I’m going to be glad to greet my son.
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