The scent of damp fur pervaded the air, rousing Min from her slumber. Her initial fear of encountering another bear quickly subsided when she recognized the familiar glimmer of golden brown eyes amidst the gloom. The rain continued its steady descent, yet her small shelter remained intact, keeping out the unwelcome droplets.
Sergen vigorously shook his grey fur, then, without hesitation, pushed his way under the lip of her leafy roof and settled himself atop her. Pinned to the ground, Min protested, attempting to move out of the way, but she found herself trapped beneath the weight of the imposing male. She pushed aside her disheveled wet hair and spoke up, a mix of surprise and reproach in her voice, "What? H-hey! Careful!" However, her astonishment overshadowed her fear in that moment. After all, he had ample opportunities to harm or abandon her, yet here he was, displaying bewildering behavior.
To Min's surprise, Sergen did not seem inclined to transform back into his human form. His ears perked up, and he tilted his head, his tongue flicking across his lips, but not in a threatening manner. There were no growls either, which she took as a positive sign.
"I told you I'd be a good girl," she remarked, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "I promised." As he made no move to indicate otherwise, she cautiously reached out, sliding her fingers through the fur on his head, gently caressing his ears and thick neck. "I hope you don't feel the urge to transform into your larger shape," she continued, unsure if the shelter could accommodate his size.
Sergen remained quiet as she tenderly stroked his head. It felt surreal to be in such close proximity to a wild beast-man, especially one that exhibited obvious intelligence. He even closed his eyes partially, leaning into her touch, relishing the increasing intensity.
"It's a shame we can't converse," she mused softly, as the rain whispered and fell around them. "If you claim to have 'marked' me as you have, I would have questions." A warm blush colored her cheeks. "Maybe I shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I did."
Unexpectedly, Sergen responded by licking her face, his tongue trailing from her jaw to her temple. The suddenness of the gesture caused Min to laugh in surprise. She playfully glared at him, gently tousling his ears. "Testing if I taste good before devouring me whole, are you?"
He licked her again, this time up her neck and under her chin. Min's laughter softened, and he rested his head on her chest, gazing up at her with an almost expectant expression.
"Where did a man like you come from?" she murmured. "I've spent my entire life alone with my mother... and now I wonder if I'll ever see her again." Min closed her eyes, leaning her head back as she sighed. "I suppose I should be furious with you," she continued, her eyes still shut. "Appearing out of nowhere, saving my life, and then trapping me in a cave—"
The wolf-man lifted his head and licked her once more, but this time he began bathing the curve of one breast with his tongue. The rough texture of his tongue brushing across her nipple sent a surge of electricity through the air, leaving sparks dancing in her vision.
"Oh!" Min gasped, pushing up on her elbows, staring down at him. Sergen continued to lick and caress her, teasing and pleasuring her, creating a new sensation that caused her breath to quicken. Their eyes met fleetingly, and then he shuffled backward, crawling on his belly to avoid disturbing their shelter. The soft fur on his underbelly brushed against her stomach and thighs, making her bite her lip.
When his nose reached the juncture of her thighs, he held her gaze, silently conveying an unspoken desire. Min hesitated only briefly before widening her legs, understanding his intentions and sharing the same yearning. As he resumed licking, she arched backward, her back bending, her toes pointing, her muscles tensing with anticipation. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed, allowing herself to be as loud as she pleased amidst the storm's roar. His wild and exquisite tongue caressed her clitoris, slid into her tightness, nearly filling her with each stroke. She reveled in it, her hands gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples, as she trembled and rolled her hips, attempting to open herself even wider, granting her newfound lover access to untouched depths.
Her first orgasm came swiftly, an intense heat that seemed to generate steam. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out. "More, please, more!" If he was going to pleasure her in this way, she wanted to prolong it as much as possible.
That slippery pink tongue delved in and out of her most intimate recesses with fervor, thrusting, stroking, pulling, and tasting. Min alternated between gasps and moans, her body trembling as a second orgasm cascaded over her. Her hands clutched his fur, attempting to pull his head away, seeking a moment of respite. "Please! Let me... let me catch my breath!"
Sergen crawled back into their small shelter, covering her trembling body with his own, his eyes now glinting with a darker, more fervent light. Min looked at him, locking her gaze with his, and took a deep breath, her voice calm despite her racing heart. Although his desires were apparent, her inexperience left her feeling vulnerable and uncertain.
"I... I'm not sure what to do," she admitted, her voice conveying her smallness and vulnerability. "Is that alright?"
He tenderly brushed his tongue against her cheek, and Min interpreted it as a positive sign. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. With her eyes closed, she relied on her sense of touch and slowly slipped her hand into the thick fur between his legs. She immediately felt his cock, already twitching and straining with desire. He emitted a whine in response to her gentle touch, but she used that moment to explore the intimate contours for herself. The warmth of his flesh was almost scalding against her fingertips, and its surface felt deceptively smooth. She traced her fingers along its tapered tip and swollen base, just as she remembered from their previous encounter, and discovered a fuzzy, heavy sac beneath.
He whimpered again, urging her on with a push from his hindquarters, growing impatient for her compliance. "Yes, yes," she cooed, curling the fingers of her other hand into the scruff of his neck for support. "I promised to be a good girl," she reaffirmed, but now those words held a deeper and more profound meaning in her mind. This time, willingly giving herself to him was an irreversible act. The first time had been forceful, him asserting his dominance and claiming her body as his own. But now, she was willingly surrendering herself to him once again.
Min guided his rigid, straining member toward the soft entrance of her womanhood and released it. Without hesitation, Sergen thrust forward, enveloping her in a tangle of fur, powerful limbs, and clawed hands. Resting his head on her shoulder, he vigorously pounded her with his hind legs, driving deep into her with forceful thrusts. Each powerful movement caused the swollen base of his shaft to throb forcefully against the threshold of her vagina, already eager and straining to receive him.
"Oh gods! Yes! Yes! Yes! More! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Min tightly wrapped her legs around him, securing them against his back while burying her face in his fur. She clenched her teeth and felt her buttocks pounding against the ground with each powerful thrust, the force of his muscular body colliding with hers. Helpless within his embrace, Min reveled in every exhilarating second.
The pressure against her delicate folds was exquisitely intense, yet she remained aware that this creature was still a beast. She had made a promise to be obedient, and she intended to keep it. "Fuck me, fill me, more, more! Please! Please! Your manhood feels so good, it's...it's...! Mmmmmm, goddess, yeeeessss!"
In just a few more moments, his knot breached her once again, and she welcomed its presence. As their bodies locked together, Min squealed and bucked her hips against him, each movement accompanied by a sharp, high-pitched cry. "Good girl, good girl, I'm your obedient girl!" she whimpered, feeling the force of his loins pressing against her sensitive clit, his fur and taut muscles grinding against her, igniting another wave of pleasure that caused her to climax once more.
Her nipples burned with heat, grazing against his fur; her breasts swelled, feeling tight and tense as they pressed against his chest. Her clitoris throbbed, engorged and hypersensitive, each rocking motion of his hips, every thrust and grind of his loins against hers, sending blinding flashes of pleasure through her entire being.
The storm raged, its roars merging with the howling wind and the relentless downpour. Yet, in that secluded hollow, they found shelter, and Min felt the world fade away.
"Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, ohhhhh fuck!" Anticipating his climax, Min tightened every muscle around him, her legs and arms trembling with exertion, her core spasming and flexing until she was spent. Then, like a torrent of scorching heat, his essence surged into her, flowing like the sweetest, most intoxicating flood she could imagine. "Fuuuuuck!" Min cried out one final time before surrendering, allowing her muscles to go limp as she sank beneath him. She sensed Sergen wrapping his limbs around her, an unexpected and tender gesture, as if protecting her from the dark storm above.
"So good," she whimpered repeatedly, lost in the blissful aftermath. "So good, so good, so incredibly good. Mm. Mmmm..." Min nestled her face against his neck, still trembling from the intensity of her orgasms. As one subsided, another swiftly replaced it, causing her heart to race and her core to pulsate and milk him, while her belly swelled from the continuous outpouring of his seed, filling the eager receptacle of her womb.