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[Bear]

I echo Vaughn's statements

I appreciate you sharing your stories, and the time and effort you put into your creativity and wordsmithing.

Your efforts make the forum a richer experience.

So…please…please keep the installments flowing.

[Bear]

Lol…Miss Stone,…step away from the bottle.
Between being snow bound and under covid restrictions…perhaps a different hobby should be pursued.

Joking…well there are hard core fans of the story, but little interest or input beyond a very scant few.

I'll keep adding installments to see if interests picks up.

[Bear]

What man could ask for more, the idyllic life in the woods, in love…life was a continuous stream of bliss.

Until the time the taint came upon me,.. and while in recluse they came. I could sense the foul corruption, of orc, and demon..  it filled the woods. Bound to the lycan form that first night I waited for her,.. but she never came,.. so I set to find her, fearful or the intruders. Orcs were of little consequence but the demon spawn a different matter.  My heart crushed, torn asunder when I finally found her, strapped to the stump of a log. Used,.. tortured by the foul hands which had carved her in brutal precision…my love dead. The scent of the demons handiwork, everywhere.

Enraged I set the hunt, disregarding that whatever had the power to overcome her magic could easily overcome me. I wanted my vengeance. The lycan form held, even after the passing of the full moon, anger filled my soul, demanding retribution. Oh, I found the orcs… the hundred some no match for the hunt that befell them. I picked them apart through the following days, one by one, tracking them through the woods. They tried to hunt me,.. even using their hellhound in a futile effort. Sometimes darting in,…I wrecked havoc to their lines.. disappearing into the woods as a blood soaked apparition.  I had become ever terrorizing them. Until but one, their leader and his pet hellhound remained.

My fingers traced the scar on my chest. Hellhounds put up a good fight.

Only the demon remains… he had long vanished from their ranks. This one I seek,…the name gained not thru the orcs I killed, but the brief binding to the hellhound before I killed it… Zierst.

I left those woods so many years ago to travel the lands seeking information. Perhaps because of my twisted history, the eradication of the corruption of the tainted  lycans became my obsession along the way.  I hold lycans in contempt,…mindless killers, capable of a corruption upon the innocent about them. There are a few who have the control, endure the affliction with purposed will and dedicated precaution… those I cautiously spare,…but the predators…those stalkers of the full moon,… none should suffer such a curse, if I can relieve the burden, eradicate,  I  do so sparing no regrets.

No lycan had brought me to this city,  I had come for a different purpose. Tto find the one who holds a key of knowledge to my quest…a sage.

My thoughts evaporate under the stroke of her tongue at another scar.

“Hmmm,.. one part remains unscathed,.. are you going to ignore it completely?” I speak,  her attention has reared the flames within me

She glances up, eyes sparkling of delight, the wicked smile crossing her face, as she slides down gripping my manhood in her hands.  Kissing it softly along the rim,…as she speaks, “In no way would I ignore this.”

Her lip part pulling over the rim, smack before they reach again across my crown, dragging further over my broad cap, until they wrap around it. She sucks upon the head slowly. Her tongue slowly stroking the crown,… playfully teasing the rim of the slit. I am where I want to be, lost to the delicious sensation of her attention.

Stroking my shaft slowly, she abandons the cap and runs her lips and tongue slips further down onto my shaft. Licking and sucking along its measure of length, then returns to the crown running that tongue along the rim, before creating a soft bed for my cock as she slides my cock into her mouth. She works my girth within the suction of her lips, … bobbing slow, before  pulling  it free as she pauses to  take a deep breath,.. Again she licks slow along the shaft, then kissing slowly my tightened masthead as she works back up, ….collecting herself before descending again. Pressing me into her throat,.. bobbing, sucking,…rising gasping,..

my sharpened senses are overwhelmed by the scent of her want as it fills my lungs, her  heat pressing me to mad lust.

By the gods I can stand it no more,… when she rises gasping for air , , I roll her quick to her back, my kisses falling wildly on her lips, as I press my hips forward. my cock hungrily finds the  wet gate of her need and passion. I take her, letting myself yield to primal needs to fuck.

These are the  fleeting moments…when the pain on my tarnished soul is momentarily lost.

[Bear]

“And this scar?” she asked he lips kissing soft along the edge of the white marks along my shoulder.

“Howler wolves…”, I replied, the well rehearsed lie slipping easily from me. Should I tell the truth I would not have imagined her willing to share my bed.

She dipped lower,..kissing slow over the scars of claw marks on my chest…”and these?…”

“A mountain cat,..” , I answered choosing another lie shortened by a sharp gasp as her tongue danced below,.. rolling around my nipple .  She caught my reaction,.. glancing up,..reaching with fingertips to trace the thin scar along my cheek…

“and this?…”

My lips drew in a smirk, not every scar had an exotic tale to it. “Bar fight in Fort Wilderness.”

“Oh, my a bad boy are we,?”.. Her tone half teasing as her lips drifted off to another scar, her tongue and lips tracing slow across my skin. What is it of woman and scars?

I smiled, of any of the scars, that one was the result of attitude. If anything, the taint held to predictable patterns of behavior. The aggressive apprehension before the change,.. prone to violence, and anger, the lust filled need of contact which drove me after. Both carried by the heightened sense of awareness, the clear sharpening of all the senses. It’s what made sex so addicting after the change,.. the amplification of the senses. The smell of her desire filled my lungs,. The brush of her tongue and kisses on my skin, mind twisting of effect. The sound of her heart, racing with want,…pressed to the edge of anticipation. My lips smacked with the taste of her scent lingering in the air…. wild,…erotic I needed no other sign of how wanting and willing she had already become.

It was the sex however fleeting that momentarily gave me reprieve,  that helped me forget what I was,.. consoled the wound to my soul of the events which had led me here.

The half breed that I was, part elf and part human, marked me as an outcast.  An aberration to both races, the elves looking on me as defective, be they polite, the stoic reserve of judgment ever present. Humans were more belligerent of attitude, their racist guard clearly evident,…though the women more likely to bed me, looking at me as some form of exotic dallying, human enough to warrant crossing the lines in lust, in experimentation. But even those numbers were few.

My human mother  had bore me late in her life, the birth too taxing, taking her from the world, leaving me to be raised by my elven father. He found himself straddled not only with infant, but of the biased attitudes casted at his newborn. Neither Elve or human  society appeared willing to accept the child, and the wise creature he was, he retreated into the woods,.. rearing me,.. teaching me of the craft of his people and the lore of the woods. Those were years of wonder for me countless for though human, I age slowly. He taught me to handle a bow, a knife, the only weapons he emphasized I would ever need in that land.

Perhaps, true I doubt that any weapon other than enchanted could have saved him that night when the lycan descended on our camp. The scars on my shoulder a testament to when it drug me from my bedroll, ready to tear at me before my father leaped to the defense. Instead it attention to him, tore into him and my meager efforts to aide met with brutal vicious rebuke. A crushing blow, casting me easily aside,.. the creature taking taking it’s toll on my father instead.

I laid there broken of body for days dying with the torn remnants of my father close at hand.

Why she did what she did I never knew, but the woodland nymph who found me close to death the following days, intervened. Though never seen my father always acknowledged her presence in those woods,.. the small gifts of flowered boughs,.. perhaps touched her.  She breathed life back into my battered body,…found the plague of the taint on me, knowing she could not cure,… she used her magic, tapped the roots of elven blood, twisted it into something,.. more tolerable, the attributes of a shapeshifter.

In the following years she continued to rear me, but not motherly,.. but tolerant,.. caring,.. she mentored me. Taught me how to connect to the forest creatures, bind to their souls, and with that the understanding and ability live and breath in that form. It was her gift,.. her ability to change form at will. The countless days at we played as squirrels in the trees,.. the leisurely stroll as a great stag and cow,…the stalking as mountain cat of intruders, and the occasional scare we threw to belligerent interlopers in the form of enraged great bears.

At least until the moon filled full,.. then the curse of the taint held,.. I was locked to one form,.. that of the werewolf. Her gift made it manageable… the curse undermined to the extent I was still in control. Thinking, rational,.. not a servant to the primal predatory drive that the disease gave to others. I lived as I always did, only condemned to the pattern of that horrific shape. While  in such form she would come,.. lie with me,.. hold me, the soft touch of her spirit always tempering the edge of the change.

When manhood finally arrived, she took me as her lover, coming to me in the still of that first night, her beauty radiant as she slipped the translucent gown she wore from her and taught me of the ways of pleasure, intimacy with a woman.

Timeless… decades passed, and somewhere I must have touched her soul, rose the emotion of love, for she told me her name. Gave me that power… Aldaris…

[Bear]

Like a phoenix rising

Recovering and back

[Bear]

Gerry Rafferty

Get It Right Next Time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXW-sL5gzHQ&feature=emb_logo

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[Bear]

A few years ago I had prearranged with the band to sing the lead vocal on a song played for the Father/daughter dance.

Nothing unusual as to the song it's been used at weddings by millions…but I wanted to sing it…and make the moment personal.

She still blames me for ruining her makeup that day.

This weekend I walked into the family room and saw my two year old granddaughter swirling and twirling in dance to whatever song was going through her head.

I walked by patted her on the head and commented “Preparing for the ball monkey?”

she looked up and raised her arms…said “Dance papa please.”

So I gathered her into my arms , she wrpped aher little hand over my finger and we danced. We needed a song so I started to sing as we whirled about the room.

A couple stanzs in I caught a glimpse of her mother standing in awe with tears on her face at the kitchen doorway, It suddenly dawned on me,…the song,..the moment and how life had  blossomed into perfection.

The song….

Steven Curtis chapman's
Cinderella

https://www.bing.com/search?q=i+danced+with+cinderella+&FORM=HDRSC1

[Bear]

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not quite a local tree but nearby…

I'd like an image of something fierce and wild

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[Bear]

[Bear]

mmm something sensual and and slow…seductive in a isolated alley

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she's making certain I do check…

I love it…..

[Bear]

She follows me into  the barn and I turn about and close the barn door behind her.

My eyes eat her up in her daisy dukes and crop top with those firm mounds peeking under the tight bow of her top.

“Princess, for a city girl you wear that outfit well.” I push her against the barn door and kiss her hard. My hands roaming,..groping as she moans into my kiss and the slow seductive run of my hands over her tight little body.I am grinding her against the door,…my excitement build. My lust flames.

I abandon her body and reach down,…ripping the buttons open on my 501's and press her down  to her knees. Her eyes are lite with desire as she sees that throbbing mass of cock before her. Hungrily she grips it , wraps her lips about my crown and teases me mercilessly with the run of her silken  tongue along the rim of my broad cap.

She works lower lifting my cock to allow her lips and tongue to slide along that pulsing shaft,… lips again kissing, sucking and nibbling …caressing as she works down and up along the length shaft.  Again she suck and tugs along the rim  and  pulls the crown between her plump lips. I cup the back of her neck as she opens her mouth and sinks slowly onto my shaft….drooling fiercely as my cock slips and slide along the bed of her tongue and works into her throat.

I close my eyes and lose myself to her…She yields her throat to me.

She pulls back and murmurs…”Gwad I need you babe”

My soul echoes her words.

“Princess,…I fucking want you”

I grip her hair and pull her up, twist her about  across a wheelbarrow and push her cross it. The swift decisive force excited her. She glances back with a begging look in her eyes. as I yank her shorts down and slap that firm ass once.

“You fucking beautiful sexy woman.” I murmur.

Gripping my cock, I  dip my hips and lead that soaked crown to her tight puckered rosette.  I press….sinking in slow into her ass  as I feel her tightness grip upon me and her body shiver in delight,.. the quick rush of her excitement flushes upon me as I roll in push myself deeper and reach down to grip her hair.

“Mine luv,…fucking… mine.” I slam in sending her to the edge with my claim. The words and force filled thrusts pushing her body and mind over the edge as I plough her ass.

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I fuck that sweet lil body hard.

Her orgasms root and she arches hard… shaking on my cock as her juices flush from her cunt and soak my testicles.

I keep fucking…keep telling her words she already knows and breathes…

“Princess….you are mine.”

And I hear her murmur that sweet confirmation as she arches and cums hard again

“Yours”

[Bear]

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