Werebear Horror Romance: Given to the Bears (Paranormal Horror Fantasy Romance Short Story) (Shapeshifter Fantasy Horror Romance) (7 page)

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 an explosion of semen rush down my throat, bypassing my mouth and proceeding directly into my stomach. The contractions were sequential, and I crushed his testicles with one hand, pulling them down, and prodded deeper into his ass with the other, while his sphincter squeezed at my hand. Each deluge of cum overwhelmed me, and I could feel his soul pass from his body into my own through the transmission of semen into my body.

I shook my head and pushed deeper, swallowing as I did, so his cock would be caught within my esophagus and milked clean by my gag reflex. My body had been stimulated to a point of no return, and I began to climax with ferocious intensity. My vagina owned the dildo they had been stirring my body with, and I clenched onto its surface, attempting to push it out from inside of me using my abdominal muscles. The women were relentless, and though three of them tried to drive the wood down deeper within me, my vagina closed itself off to them, expelling the object from my sex. My anus clenched so firmly that I swear I might have broken a finger had they not removed the digit from within my body.

The orgasm compelled me to breathe, and so my throat rejected the penis that had lodged itself within that passageway and my lips opened wide. I audibly gasped the oxygen into my lungs, while vaginal fluid dripped down my abdomen, between my breasts, and into my open mouth. Saliva fell to the floor, and all of the groping hands, probing fingers and lashing tongues removed themselves from my body immediately.

The vines released me to the forest floor, as though they were apologizing for holding me against my will. Incidentally, all other vines released their bounds at that point as well. Had I been aware of what was happening, I would have seen the group gathering around me, waiting in expectation for the culmination of the sexual indulgence in which I had partaken.

I felt a fire growing within my abdomen, which spread out through every limb. I couldn't contain the energy even if I tried. My body began to shake. I tried to vomit, but I only dry heaved. Nothing would come out. My muscles began to stretch and spasm. My body moved like a thing possessed. I couldn't understand what was happening, but daring images flashed across my vision, blotting out reality and presenting me with the information which I sought.

I observed a double helix, modifying itself as two serpents wound around one another. Each serpentine form created some modification within its relationship to the other, and the familiar sensation which my consciousness felt, considering its relationship to my body, became absent; leaving me with something utterly foreign in its place.

My back arched and the muscles which were bound to each vertebrae expanded riotously. My skull deformed, and my teeth expanded within my jaws. Each muscle group grew to at least four times its initial density and mass, and my breasts transformed themselves into two nipples, which clung closely to my body. My body, previously without much hair became covered in a thick, matted sheen. My tailbone burst from my back, and my pelvic center shifted forward. Claws dug out into the ground where my fingernails had been previously and suddenly the method by which I sensed the world around me became far more intense than I had ever experienced before.

I'd like to say that this is the point where I came upon some discovery, that I was now conscious that I was a shifter myself, and that this was the sum total of my sexual escapades that day, but at the time, I was in no position to do anything of the sort. The cry which imminently burst out from between my jaws was an unearthly mourning toward heaven for the desecration of my former state of being. The animal I had become turned from side to side, and observed the calm, steady faces of the small hairless creatures which surrounded its body.

I lashed out, swatting at the nearest one with a paw. They were too quick, and anticipated my movements. The one in front of me picked an object up from the ground and daringly thrust it into the back of my throat. My mouth was clenched tight, and I was made to swallow. I collapsed to the ground, and darkness covered my soul.

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR BRANDY COVA

I was born and raised in the mountains of Northern California.  I love hiking and fishing and the outdoors.  I also love writing fiction and I hope you enjoy my stories.