There was a prolonged moment of silence on the other end. San let herself relax, slowly rising to her feet on unsteady legs. She flashed a sly smile toward the thicket, then began making her way back to her den, purposefully walking with a deliberate sway, knowing he was likely gazing at her enticing rear. San was confident in her allure and understood the power she held over him.
Entering Ustal's den, San discovered him already in bed, patiently awaiting her arrival. Most bear-man dens were modest unless they housed cubs. Despite his status, Ustal's den provided just enough comfort for two. An open skylight allowed rainwater to drain naturally from the floor, and a bed of fur pelts offered a cozy sleeping space.
Even while lying down, the man remained robust and muscular. He had retained his human appearance and stared at her with an unabashed hunger etched on his dark face. One arm served as a pillow, while the other hand stroked his partially erect cock, which began to fill out the moment she appeared.
"What took you so long?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless. She wondered if he had already pleasured himself to prolong their time together. With her face flushed and her heart racing from her encounter with her secret lover, San hoped he had—she wanted this evening to stretch on.
"I took a bath," she replied, running one hand over her still-damp hair before crawling toward him. His impressive cock, weighty and growing, caused her mouth to water at the sight. "I worked hard, and now we have all the time we need." San smiled at him, positioning herself between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs as she paused, so close that she could have kissed the knuckles of the hand he was using to pleasure himself. "Do you want to spend the night with me... Papa?"
A deep growl, one she recognized well, escaped his lips as he released his flesh and glided his fingers through her hair. "I do," he responded, his growl sounding almost like a tender coo. "I do, very much."
San's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she sensually ran her tongue across them, casting a seductive glance at Ustal. She then took hold of his erect member, her fingers exploring the underside with teasing licks. Ustal's eyes fluttered shut, and his body quivered with pleasure as his shaft thickened and hardened, filling her grasp. Overwhelmed by the sensation, San hummed with delight, her mouth enveloping him, steadily and purposefully pushing as deep as she could. With her expertise in pleasing a man, she skillfully accommodated most of Ustal's length, sucking fervently, her tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive tip. Her hands tightened around him, providing a firm grip as they slid up and down, up and down his pulsating shaft. The audible slurping sounds filled the air, a tantalizing symphony of pleasure for Ustal to savor. He gasped for air, his thighs tensing on their shared bed, toes curling and his hands trembling against her scalp. Ustal was so immersed in the experience that his eyes remained closed, lost in the waves of ecstasy.
After pulling her mouth off of him, San kept stroking his cock while she rested her cheek on his thigh. She whispered to him, making sure to talk in her small, breathy voice, leaning in so close to his cock he would feel every word of it. "We're all alone again, Papa. Do you want me to make you feel good again?"
"Yessss," he said, more of a purr than a growl at that moment. He picked up his head and looked down at her, lost in her voice and the delicious words she said. "Papa wants that so much. Please."
San had him. It made her smile as she pushed up to her knees, straddling him. She kept her hands coiled around his dick, still stroking him, but it was too slow to give any real pleasure—it would just prolong his agony, his need, until he ran out of patience.
"Okay, Papa," she said, keeping her voice small, whisper-soft. "I'll be a good girl for you, I promise. It's just... I have to remember what makes you feel good." She paused, as though considering her options, but San could tell he wasn't in the mood for a prolonged playtime when his hands reached down for her hips.
"Like this, Little Bear," he said, pulling her up closer. The need was burning in his small, greedy eyes, a need for the one thing only she could give to him.
"Are you..." She paused, licked her lips. "Are you going to put your big, hard cock inside my tiny pussy, Papa?" Her eyes went wide, as though the very idea frightened her.
"Yes, my little one," Ustal said, sounding like a man possessed. "I'm going to fill up your tight little hole and make you feel so, so good. I need to be inside you."
"Show me what to do, Papa." When he tightened his grip around her waist, she gasped. "But be gentle, please! Don't hurt me!"
"Never," he said. Ustal was a man who'd been killing his rivals for longer than she'd been alive. But in this den, alone, he was almost as gentle as a lamb, unless the fantasy required something more forceful out of him. "Like this, sweet girl," he said, urging her to raise one leg while he took his cock again, pressing the swollen tip of it to the moist lips of her cunny. "Take Papa inside you again like a good girl."
"Yes." San took another gasp, for effect. "Y-yes, Papa.... H-here it goes." She took a deep breath, put on a look of hesitation and fear, and then slid onto his cock with a long, deep push. She let out that breath in a long, heavy whimper as he filled her up and she, at last, rested her thighs upon his.
Ustal, as ever, was so overcome that his head fell back and his eyes shut tight. "S-so good," he said. "That's so good, little one."
"It's so big!" she whimpered. San began to move, her hands pushing on his chest, riding his cock with an eagerness that perhaps she shouldn't have exhibited, but the fantasy had a tendency of getting away from her. "It feels so good, Papa. So good... I'm fucking you, Papa. I'm fucking you!"
"Yes!" he said, gasping himself. His cock was twitching and moving inside of her, while his hips were pushing up off of the bed, as though he could somehow go deeper with each thrust.
"You feel so big inside me, Papa!" she said, her voice a gentle whine, stretching her smaller body atop of his. The wet, lewd sounds of sex filled the small cave as she rode him with eager, hard slaps of her ass on his thighs, trying to break him with her words and her tight body. "Do you want to cum in me again, Papa? Will you cum inside your little girl?"
"Yes!" he said, so loud that it almost seemed a shout.
"Cum for me!" she said, begging him, adding a tiny sob for them both. She felt deliciously stretched, again hovering near that edge of pleasure and pain, and his hairy curls were kissing her clit so wonderfully she half expected to cum herself. "Cum in me, Papa. Please! Fill me, make me yours, fill your cub with your cum, please, oh, please!"
Ustal gave a sound so very like a roar that she was surprised he hadn't physically changed in the middle of their fucking. His hands squeezed her hips so tight that she moaned from the force of it, but that was replaced by a sweeter, happier sound when she felt his cock begin to throb and flex as he spurted thick, hot streams of seed into her eager pussy. There was a sweet, hot pressure in her belly as he filled her to overflowing, oozing along the crack of her ass and pooling down under them.
San lay prone atop him, shivering. She'd lost herself too deeply into her own words, and the force of them was strong enough to leave her trembling with desire. She needed more. Whatever Ustal was worth to her, when they were alone he could still satisfy her, and San needed to be satisfied. Her nipples were aching and her belly burned for more.
"Papa Bear?" she said, whispering again.
He was panting for breath, still overcome from the strength of his climax, and had to take a moment to find his voice. "Yes, my sweet?"
San turned her head, resting her chin on his chest. "Fuck me again," she whispered. "Make me yours tonight. Your Little Bear needs you. Please, Papa." The surprised look on his face, combined with the new hunger in his eyes, said that she had him again. When he nodded, she smiled. Tonight would be a different sort of work, but no less pleasurable—likely a great deal more so, in fact.