Authors: Heather West
Matt pressed his lips together. “Not a problem. Frankly, I’m rather attached to my left nut.” He sat in the chair and stared at the rough boards in the door.
He listened intently while Tawny pulled her shirt and tank top over her head, slipped her sock and shoe from her uninjured foot, and wriggled her shorts and panties down along her legs. She watched him from the corner of her eye, mostly keeping her back to him.
Tawny pulled her hair up onto her head and fastened it there with a band. Her hands were shaking as she dipped the cloth into the warm water and began to rub it over her body. Slowly she lathered her face, her arms, and her legs, rinsing them with the wet rag.
Matt twitched and squirmed, hearing every ripple of the water as Tawny stood a few feet behind him, her body naked and wet, carefully rinsing out the rag. He could feel his insides trembling with searing desire, an aching need scorching his hardened parts.
Tawny dunked the cloth in the bucket again, her arms rippling softly as she twisted the water from the fabric and watched the swells roll across the water’s surface.
Unable to resist any longer, Matt took a heavy breath and turned his head for a brief glance at her legs.
Her soft skin gleamed in the lamplight, her thigh muscles sensuously defined as she stood there. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t. Instead, his gaze roamed involuntarily up over her waist, taking in the gentle roundness of her butt and the alluring small of her back. Her flesh was lightly tanned, dusted with wet sun kisses. His breath caught as his eyes scanned every inch of her, greedily drinking in her toned arms and slender waist. There were little curls of downy hair along the nape of her neck, some of them wet and laying over her skin, the sight of which stoked the tingling desires that already drove Matt to the brink of madness.
He looked down along her arm, craning a little in an effort to glimpse the side of her heaving breast.
Tawny glimpsed back to check on Matt, and he raised his eyes up to meet hers with a sheepish and startled expression.
She looked at him, the cloth still dripping and limp in her hand, and calmly watched the embarrassment that swelled within his eyes. He tried to look away, to say something to explain what he was doing, but no words came to him. He only sat and searched her face for her reaction.
“You’re looking at me,” she said after a long moment.
Matt swallowed, his eyes glancing down over her feminine shoulder and back up to her gentle face. “I know,” he said simply, his voice strained but low.
Tawny furrowed her brow slightly, but made no attempt to hide herself. “You said you wouldn’t.”
He looked deep into her eyes, holding the twisting tension inside carefully out of her view. “I know.”
They watched each other for another long moment, Tawny glancing down over his buckskin clothes. “So you lied.”
Matt slowly nodded. “I guess so.”
Tawny puckered her lips thoughtfully and half-shrugged. “You’re violating my privacy.”
Matt cringed. “Looks that way.”
Tawny drew in her breath and felt her breasts swell outwards. She turned to face him, resting one hand on the table to steady her shaking body as she fought to remain cool. “So you’re not a gentleman after all?”
Matt gave a half shrug, glancing up and down the length of her fully exposed body before looking back into her eyes. His heart was fluttering so wildly in his chest that it hurt. “It seems I’m not.”
She stared at him expressionless for a moment before a smile slowly touched the corners of her mouth. “Thank God,” she muttered. She picked up the soap and lathered her breasts, her stomach, and between her legs. She studied Matt’s face, his eyes intense and excited as he watched her rinse her body.
Tawny motioned for him to stand up. She took his hand tenderly in hers as he stepped over to her. She ran a trembling hand over the dark stubble on his cheek and back around his head through his thick, wavy hair. The passions within them only blazed hotter as they tried to fight them back, until their mouths pressed together and they exploded into a storm of eager kisses. The only thought was to devour one another, to entwine their souls into one inseparable spirit.
Tawny drew back, her fingers nimbly untying the tethers that fastened Matt’s shirt. She gripped the bottom hem firmly and pulled it up over his head. She panted in fevered desperation as she saw his taut chest muscles and toned stomach, then ran her hands brazenly over his strong arms and torso.
Matt worked the band from Tawny’s hair and watched with glee as her silken tresses tumbled down over her shoulders and back. Thin strands strayed over her breasts, teasing her sensitive skin. He ran a warm hand over her face and along her neck, down her shoulders to her breasts.
With a hungry need he played with her nipples and fondled her abundant mounds as they swayed on her body. As she unfastened his pants he slid a hand down her stomach and pelvis, slipping his fingers gently between her quivering thighs.
She gasped from his touch and shoved his pants down. She grasped his penis fervidly with one hand and cupped his bulky testicles with her other. She tossed her head back and squeezed his shaft until she heard him groan. She teased his balls through his loose skin, feeling them roll slightly between her fingers with her touch. His hands rubbed over her nudity, caressing her arms and breasts and tickling through the short curls over her labia.
Unable to fight the longings any more, Tawny pushed Matt down to the floor and straddled him there between her legs. She bore her fingers into his chest muscles, the little hairs tickling her palms, and shoved her dripping pussy down over his thickness.
“Oh God,” she wheezed as she forced him inside, not able to fit his entire length.
Matt caressed her breasts with a deepening appetite, the heat from his touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. She leaned back, sticking her chest out and running her hands sensuously up through her hair while tossing her head back. She looked down to see the tortured desires in Matt’s eyes and she reveled in it.
Her clitoris screamed for release, her pussy throbbing with each rocking thrust of her pelvis, and she reached her hand down to stimulate it.
Matt grabbed her wrist with a beastly growl and pulled it away from her pussy. He rolled onto her and pinned her arms to the floor, hovering over her, driving his penis hard into her softness. She screamed and wriggled to break free, but found herself helpless against him as the swells of pleasure rose to unbearable heights. Her head was swimming in fear and need, her helpless plight only exciting her even more. His penis teased and tormented her clitoris with his every stroke, hinting at fulfilling the pleasures but never quite driving her to climax.
Tawny shrieked from the painful lusts that burned inside, and she felt Matt’s penis go even stiffer. She squirmed with relentless craving and rubbed her pussy against Matt as much as she could manage in a vain attempt to coerce an orgasm. He ignored her pleas and kept himself within her throbbing pussy.
Suddenly, without a warning, Matt pulled out, his penis springing sharply back toward his body as he exited her, and he scrambled to his feet. With a fevered haste, he pulled her to a standing position, then tenderly pushed her to lean face-down over the table. He grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back with one of his large hands. His elbow knocked the pitcher of water from the table and it splattered over the floor, drenching their feet. Matt pushed a leg between her knees and spread them apart, wide.
He thrust into her from behind, holding her helpless and squealing in frenzied rapture on the table. She gasped as he entered her again, filling her to her limit. He reached his free hand around her hip, massaging her pelvis as he went, and slid it beneath her, over her heated and engorged lips. She squirmed in desperation as he teased her pussy, tickling and taunting her lips and clitoris with his fingertips. She began to sob as the frustration raged, unfettered, in her pussy, each eager thrust of him driving her itch to disturbing heights.
The fiery lust twisted in her stomach until she felt it titillating her clitoris. She gasped in delight, Matt’s torturous touch lighting softly over her sore button as it reached a screaming pitch. Ecstasy ignited and burned through her in a glittering release. Her body soared and tumbled within the orgasm, convulsing uncontrollably in the engulfing fire. Her pussy pulsed and pounded with Matt still plunging deep inside of her, sending shivering waves of unbelievable pleasure through her.
As her heart and soul crumbled down from the first climax, her sobs of contentment echoing through the little cabin, Matt’s attentive touches drove another giddy sensation from her depths. She struggled to catch her breath as a second, deeper orgasm rolled out from her tingling pussy. A sudden sense of falling naked through the air rushed over her as the ecstasy tore through her body. This time, as her softness pulsed with the thrill, she felt hot liquid spraying from her, splattering to the floor with the wash water.
She could hear herself groaning madly, still trying in desperation to wriggle free but elated that she couldn’t. Her body slowly gave up, exhausted, and she could only manage weak moaning as Matt continued to torment her sensitive parts.
He shuddered with a loud groan, his hold on her wrists tightening until it was almost painful. He thrust sharply twice more and stumbled back, releasing his hold on her.
Matt toppled to the floor, completely spent, thin streams of semen dribbling from his reddish crest. Tawny pushed herself up from the table, but her wobbly legs refused to carry her anywhere and she cautiously lowered herself to the floor next to Matt. She sighed contentedly, turning her head to watch Matt’s large penis slowly soften.
She smiled, unable to conceal the warm sensation that filled her. Her mind reeled as she recalled the helpless feeling as he took her, practically forced her, and evoked, then fulfilled, her every wistful desire. It was as though he had reached down into her, deep inside where the pain was, and tore out everything that she had ever believed was her. She had no way to understand how she could feel violated and be so incredibly glad for it. She couldn’t explain it, so she said nothing at all. She only watched his body and swam in the golden sense of fulfillment, realizing that she now understood what it meant for a woman to ejaculate.
Chapter 8
Tawny opened her eyes to see streams of sunlight sneaking in through the cracks in the cabin. She reached out across the bed, but found herself alone. Pulling her nude body to a sitting position, she searched the room, but Matt wasn’t there. Instead she could hear a repetitive thudding outside.
She stood up and made her way to the door, her legs still weak. Peeking out she could see Matt, a knife poised in his hand as he eyed a target. Tawny pulled the door open wide and stepped out onto the porch in time to see him fling the knife at a log, but it struck with the hilt and fell to the ground.
“What’s up?” she called to him.
He started and looked up at her, then smiled as his eyes took in her breasts and fur. “You’re naked,” he noted.
She grinned and wriggled her body salaciously for him. “Hell yeah I am,” she giggled. “We’re in the wilderness, everything out here is naked. Besides, all my clothes are filthy.”
Matt laughed and pointed to a bowl of nuts and berries perched on the porch railing. “I got some breakfast. And in the little closet next to the bed you’ll find some shirts and pants. I doubt the smallest ones will even fit you that well, but it will keep you from getting scratched up. But . . . there’s no need to dress before breakfast.”
Tawny reached into the bowl and pulled out some food. “What are you doing?” she asked as Matt threw another knife. It missed the log entirely.
“I’m practicing knife-throwing,” he explained.
She watched him throw another one, and it thudded into the log at a weird angle.
“You’re really bad at it,” she teased.
“Hence the practicing,” he retorted.
Tawny squealed as her gaze looked past Matt and saw a strange man approaching through the trees, wearing buckskin clothes like Matt’s. As Matt followed her gaze she flew into the cabin and swung the door closed. She hunted for a shirt and pants, and could hear Matt and the other man talking excitedly outside.
“Who the hell is she?” Bradly spat angrily as he got within earshot.
“What are you doing here?” Matt growled. He clutched a knife tight in one hand. “I told you I needed some time to sort things out.”
“And that girl is going to help you do that?” Bradly snapped. “Matt, the entire clan is concerned that you’re not back yet. They’re afraid you’re going to do something stupid.”
“But that’s your job, isn’t it?” Matt huffed. “Tell everybody I’m fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m just taking a break until I figure out how to deal with things, that’s all.”
Bradly scowled. “You’d better not be planning on attacking The Path. You’ll get us all killed.” His eyes glanced to the cabin and back to Matt. “And who is that girl? I’m guessing she’s not one of us.”
Matt grimaced and looked down. “No, she’s human. But she’s okay, really.”
“Really?” Bradly scoffed. “And she’s okay with the fact that you’re part bear?”
“Sort of,” Matt sighed. “I mean, maybe if she knew I was.”
“Well thank God she doesn’t know,” Bradly grumbled. “We need to keep it that way, Matt. Damn it, do you have any idea how much danger you’re putting your clan into just having a human around? What happens when she finds out and tells her family, her friends, or the god-damned newspapers? Have you thought about that?”
“She won’t find out,” Matt muttered. He glared back at Bradly.
“Take her back where you found her and get your ass home, understand?” Bradly demanded. “And please don’t go doing something foolish with her before you do!”
Matt squirmed and looked away.
Bradly rolled his eyes and groaned. “You idiot,” he snapped. “You’re going to get us all killed. I want to see you back at the main camp by tomorrow night, do you understand? Otherwise I’ll be back with others and we’ll take the girl back into town ourselves. She doesn’t necessarily have to survive the trip, either.”
With a ferocious grunt Bradly turned and stomped back along the trail, disappearing into the forests.
As Bradly slipped from sight Tawny stepped back out onto the porch. Matt glanced over to see her wearing a loose-fitting shirt and pants. He studied her face longingly, and gave a deep sigh.
“What was that about?” Tawny asked as she leaned against the railing. She threw a few more berries in her mouth.
“He was upset because that bear you saw the other night is still roaming the area,” Matt said. “He seems to think it’s dangerous. Maybe we’d better wait a few days longer before we try to get you into town. It’s a long hike from here.”
Tawny looked down to hide her smile. “Just as well,” she mumbled. “My ankle still hurts. I doubt I’m going to be able to walk that far anyway.” She looked over at the stack of chopped logs. “Do you chop those yourself?”
Matt chuckled and nodded. “I tried to get the butler to do it, but he said it wasn’t in his job description.”
“Can I watch you do it?”
Matt gave her a puzzled gaze. “You want to watch me chop wood?”
Tawny shrugged and nodded. “Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Any other chores you want to see me do?”
Tawny grinned slyly. “What do you mean by ‘chores’ exactly?”
Matt was a bit self-conscious as he peeled his shirt off and chopped several thick logs into halves – all while Tawny watched eagerly, her face intense. After a few skillful whacks, the axe slicing through with one swing, Matt stopped and took an awkward bow.
“Not bad,” Tawny grinned, raising one eyebrow. “Nice moves.”
She hurried from the porch and gathered up the chopped wood for him. Matt studied her body as she plucked the pieces up and set them on the woodpile. Her movements were smooth and confident, and he was unnerved at how alluring it was that she was so comfortable doing it.
Matt took Tawny by the hand and led her down along the trail that followed the river. She watched him carve a spear from a stick and catch several large trout. They slipped from their clothes and played in the water, flirting and pawing at each other whenever they got close. Later they took Tawny’s clothes to the river and washed them, hanging them from tree limbs to dry.
Matt stacked wood in the cabin fireplace and worked to get the flame going while Tawny hunted through every nook and cranny of the little place, searching for anything she hadn’t already seen. From under the bed she pulled several long cords of hemp rope, and turned them over in her hands. She looked up to see Matt fanning the fire as the logs burst into flames, the heat pouring out through the room.
Calmly, slowly, Tawny sat down on the bed and wrapped a rope around her wrist, tying it off. She leaned over and tied the other end to the bedpost, securing it firmly. Matt turned to watch her, and she gave him a submissive, pleading stare.
He stood up and walked to the bed, towering over her. She lowered her head and looked up into his eyes, handing him the other ropes with her free hand. He took them from her and watched her fidget nervously on the bed for a moment before taking her free wrist and wrapping the rough rope around it. She gasped in shock as he pushed her down onto the bed and reached over her, tying her wrist to the other bed post. He straddled her body and unfastened her pants, pulling the buckskin quickly down over her legs to expose her thighs and pussy.
Dropping the pants to the floor, Matt tenderly tied her ankles to the footboard, her body fully spread-eagle and vulnerable on the covers.
She squirmed in feigned desperation, her heart thrilling as the ropes held her solid. Matt pulled a knife and slit her shirt open along the front, pulling the sides apart to reveal her heaving breasts. Her nipples were hard and quivering. He leaned over her and sucked them softly.
Tawny whimpered and groaned with every sensuous touch of Matt’s hands on her body, his mouth on her skin. She squealed as he drew her swollen lips into his mouth and pressed his tongue into her wetness. He teased her clitoris until the erotic heat inside her grew unbearable.
“Please rub my pussy,” she cried softly. “Please, I need to come, right now!”
But instead Matt worked his fingers up over her stomach to her nipples, twisting them cruelly.
“Oh god, Matt,” Tawny groaned, “I’ll do anything you want — anything! Just grab my clit and make me come, please!”
He lowered his lips back over her velvety mound, kissing her, tasting her juices, licking deep through every inch of her labia, but only glancing his touch over her screaming little pearl. She wriggled and fought, eager to clasp herself with her own hand, but the ropes held her tight. Tawny gasped and writhed, the lusts so deep and overwhelming that they were painful. Her mind reeled with need. She felt herself swallowed up within them, all traces of herself melting in the desires like an ice cube tumbling into flowing lava.
“You want to come?” Matt goaded. “Are you sure you’ll let me do anything I want then?”
“Anything!” Tawny shrieked. “Just make me come, please!”
He tickled and teased her pussy while he pulled his own clothes off. He stood naked next to the bed, his long penis and bulging testicles swaying back and forth, and ran his fingers between her trembling labia, all the way up.
Tawny arched and squirmed, the tensions streaking skyward until they blasted through her like glittering fireworks. She shook mindlessly as she peaked, the orgasm shutting down every other part of her body, floating in erotic ecstasy as enormous swells of pleasures engulfed her for eternities. She squirted floods of ejaculate over the blankets and screamed until it hurt her own ears, until at last a final sheer climax of delight filled her soul and her orgasm released, leaving her to swoop down into weary bliss.
Matt stroked his fingers softly over her reactive skin, touching her warmly as the orgasm subsided. He slid his fingers slowly, carefully, down through her wisps of soft hair and back to her sensitive folds. She giggled and squirmed as he touch neared her hypersensitive clitoris.
“That’s enough,” she barely managed to whisper.
But Matt slipped his finger briskly over her clit anyway.
Tawny jumped and squealed, then fell back to the bed. “Don’t touch there,” she begged. “It’s too much, I can’t handle it.”
“You said I could do anything,” Matt reminded her.
Tawny’s eyes grew in sudden fear. “No, Matt, please. Not that, please! Just fuck me, okay? Just fuck me hard.”
He flitted a gentle finger over her clitoris again, and she wriggled with a yelp. “Damn it, Matt, I can’t take it.”
“I think you can,” he urged. “And right now, you don’t have a choice.”
Tawny’s breath grew quick and panicked as she looked up at the ropes that held her hands. “No!” she shrieked.
But Matt curled his fingers over her pussy greedily, his touch torturing her ticklish bud and sending streaking bolts of painful ecstasy through her body. The nerves in her clit screeched out in heated glee, and she thrashed around on the bed while Matt tormented her relentlessly. She knew she was screaming, but the floods of eroticism that poured through her blocked out any other sensations. She gasped for air, unable to breathe, and felt her head getting light.
He stopped, stood next to the bed, and watched as she squirmed and wriggled from the ensuing tingling nerves. As she caught her breath he lay over her and pressed his hard penis inside her soaking wet pussy. She panted hard as he thrust in her, and the feel of his enormity was gratifying, soothing. He stroked in her for long minutes, his lustful breath hot on her neck, his taut muscles rippling and writhing over her helplessness. She grinned wistfully, groggily, as he shook with a satisfying ejaculation, leaving a part of himself inside of her.
“Oh God,” she mumbled as Matt untied her hands and rolled off of her. “Oh fuck, that was great. If I ever recover, we have to do that one again.” She reached over and took a hold of his penis, feeling it soften in her palm. “But next time, it’s your turn to be tied down.”