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take the cougar on. You were small and weak, and I was strong. And I defended you.”
     
    It all came crashing back. There had been a bear. Not as big as the one from earlier – as my mysterious protector – but it was the same color of dark golden fur. Same bear, just smaller.
     
    “Are you afraid?” He asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
     
    “Of you? You saved my life a humiliating amount of times today. You saved my life before I even showed up today. What reason do I have to be afraid of you?”
     
    His hands flattened against the countertop as he gazed along my curves in the dwindling sunlight, his eyes riding my figure with something approaching ferocity.
     
    “My brothers will be home soon. We werebears are rather possessive…and very primal…and we share everything together, even our mates…”
     
    He stared deep into my eyes, and I felt the force of his primal, feral nature. The deepest darkness seemed to swell up within him…a lifetime as both human and bear. Choosing between both worlds at whim, he kept the intelligence with the raw power.
     
    It drew me in quickly, and there was no resisting the urges that came.
     
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    Before I knew what was happening, I was pressing against him, his fingers curving between my lower lips, massaging my folds. He arced his fingers to find my stiffened bead, rubbing against my hood with his lips locked on mine. My hands clenched his rock-hard forearms, gripping the chiseled muscle as he held me pinned. I gasped into his chest, biting my lip and letting him finger me into submission.
     
    Soon, this wasn’t enough, and he commanded me to strip out of everything. One look in his eyes, and I did what I was told, eager to let him have his way with me in any way that he chose. He pulled me over to the antique table set, brushing the décor to the floor with a quick, absent-minded swipe, and slipped my buttocks onto the tabletop. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he began to hungrily lap at my inner folds, his firm and powerful tongue invading me, pressing itself against the bead of my passion, his powerful hands keeping me pinned with my back to the table. I swayed my head back and forth, my thick thighs squeezing against his face as he suckled my wet, hungry pussy.
    My juices seemed to flow openly with the stimulation, and he thirstily lapped them up into his mouth without a care. They pooled around his lips as he sucked them down, taking in my aroma as he did so. I grew increasingly desperate for him to take me properly, to hold me down and just pump away inside me.
     
    “Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Just take me and make me yours…oh god, I can’t stand it anymore!”
     
    I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I knew what I wanted in me.
     
    He only half-obliged, pulling me down to my knees on the floor to take in his thick, throbbing gift. I unzipped his jeans and unsheathed his power, holding the thick, steamy rod in my hands before taking it in. My lips parted around it, and I inhaled what I could, sucking him as my tongue found its way across the ridges of his cock.
     
    His hands were on my head, holding me down as I began to suck him dry. My lips pumped up and down his ferocious cock like machinery, desperate to show him even a portion of the pleasure he had just drawn from me.
     
    But this wasn’t getting the job done, and within minutes, he had forced me up against the table, binding my hands behind my back and my ankles to the chair leg as he positioned himself behind me. Unable to fight the restraints, he lined himself up with my hungry, self-lubed garden and pushed himself deep inside me, filling me to the hilt. I groaned and gasped my excitement as he clenched into my hips, thrusting again and again, powerfully commandeering my body for his own use. His strong, mighty muscles kept me bound in place as he took me, rocketing his hips against my own.
     
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