Tamed by the Bear by Loki Renard – Extended Preview

She could not believe her eyes. She blinked, but the sight remained the same. A burly, massive, muscular man standing in the stream. Blood trickled along the crevices of muscle, down his forearms and between the fingers that moments ago had been long claws. He was taking deep, ragged breaths as if he were exceptionally exhausted.

What she had just seen broke every single natural law she knew, but there was no doubting that it was real. The sheriff lifted his head and looked at her with dark eyes, his expression unfathomable to her, but erring on the side of angry. His shoulders were rising and falling with the deep breaths, which were beginning to subside as he recovered from the ordeal of shifting from beast to man.

He shambled out of the water, several deep gashes in his chest and arms still weeping blood. Riley watched in horror, wondering if she should help him or run away. The tender part of her wanted to go to him and offer assistance, but the fear kept her sitting in the water as he moved toward her.

“No! No! No…” She let out a strangled cry as he reached her, grabbed her by the arm, and physically hauled her up and over his shoulder. His strength was incredible, far greater than she would have imagined as he hefted her into the air and carried her back up the bank, scooping up her pack and the items that had fallen from it as well as holding her at the same time.

“I told you, girl,” he growled as he worked. “I told you to stay away from the bears, and what did you do? Ran straight into a mama bear and her cub.”

“You’re a monster! You’re a bear! You’re a man! And a bear!”

She was screaming hysterically by that point, not knowing whether he was going to carry her to safety or to a den to eat her. Her mind was twisted with adrenaline prompted first by the bear attack, then by the bear fight, and now by the bear man who had her flailing form clearly in his grasp. Where she had been frozen, now she was a thrashing mass of arms and legs, kicking at him, hitting, him, biting him. None of it seemed to have any effect at all.

“Settle down,” he rumbled beneath her. “If I wanted you hurt I would have let that bear have her way with you.”

When he put it like that, her screaming was silly, but the primal part of her brain didn’t much care for logical arguments. It was stuck in panic, fight or flight. She could not flee and she soon realized that there was no sense in fighting, so she simply wailed in distress as Ethan carried her off a wooded trail, up a hillside, and then into a small opening that lead to a cave deep set in the rock.

The darkness blinded Riley until Ethan lit a lamp hanging from a hook in the rock wall and then the cave was revealed as a surprisingly homey space. At the very rear was a hand-hewn bed topped with a brightly colored quilt.

He put Riley down on her feet and without a word, began stripping her wet clothing from her body. She had gotten thoroughly soaked in the stream, but until his powerful fingers started pulling her sweater and t-shirt over her head and snapping her bra off she had almost forgotten about the discomfort. She stood there in damp shock as he set about unlacing her boots and pulling them off. Her soaked socks and her pants and panties were all likewise stripped from her curvy body.

In seconds, she was just as naked as he was. Ethan lifted her off her feet and deposited her on the bed. He wrapped the quilt around her shoulders, pointed a stern finger at her nose, and growled one word at her.

“Stay.”

Riley sat and watched Ethan with wide eyes as he turned away from her, walked a few paces away to the inner mouth of the cave, and pushed what had been a recessed wooden shutter over the opening. He bolted it securely, making sure that their little natural room was safe from predators.

Looking around, she realized that everything in the cave had been carefully engineered to fit into the natural shape of the rock. There was more than just a bed, there was even a little kitchen area with a cooker and cabinets and what looked like running water. The little cave cabin was a marvel for sure, but it was Ethan she really couldn’t take her eyes off. His naked form was nothing short of magnificent. His chest was like a barrel, heavily furred with dark hair over big slabs of muscle. His ass was two thick rounds and when he turned to face her she saw his cock hung thick and heavy between his strong thighs. She found herself staring at him with feminine shock. She had seen men naked before, of course. But the guys she’d dated in college looked nothing like Ethan. They were mere pups compared to him.

The traces and trickles of blood were still on his skin, but the wounds were mere scratches. Somehow he’d healed during the walk. It shouldn’t have been possible, but neither was a man who turned into a bear.

“What are you?” She asked the question with a hushed reverence, knowing she was in the presence of a man who was much more than human.

“You saw what I am,” he said grimly. “The question is, why did you ignore my warnings, disobey me, and almost get yourself killed by a mother grizzly?”

He was brushing the whole ‘being a bear’ thing off as if it were no big deal. Riley didn’t agree, but the large naked man was setting the agenda, not her. She watched as he went to the little kitchen sink and turned the tap above it. Somehow the cave had running water, with which he washed his hands and cleaned the remnants of blood from his body. He dried himself off with a small towel then turned to her, rubbing his large hands together. There was an expression in his dark eyes that was difficult to read as he walked back toward her.

“I…”

“You’re a brat,” he said flatly. “A disobedient, spoiled, headstrong brat. I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me.”

He sat down next to her, grabbed a thick handful of damp hair and pulled her over his thighs. The blanket stayed where it was, her naked, flailing form ending up bare across his lap. There was no warning before the first hard slap fell, echoing around the cave like a gunshot. Riley emitted a little scream even before she felt the searing heat that followed the swat, and then she let out a wail that only got louder as his large palm landed again and again and again, swift slaps whacking the generous rounds of her bottom.

Riley had never been spanked before. Not once in her entire privileged life had she ever been physically chastised. It came as a painful shock to be held down over his hard thighs, his strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pinning her against his hard abdominal plane as his hand rose and fell time and time again.

The pain was growing and growing. Riley didn’t know how hot her ass could get or how much it could hurt, but she knew she didn’t want to find out. The sheriff was strong enough to tear her ass up, and she knew it. Less than a minute into the spanking, she began to beg for mercy.

“I’m sorry!” she squealed at the top of her voice. “I didn’t know!”

“I told you all you needed to know,” Ethan growled down at her, not pausing in his discipline at all. “You baited me out here and then you damn near got yourself killed trying to prove a point. Well, how’s that point being proved now, little girl?”

“I don’t have a point! I never had a point! It was a mistake! I just wanted to get a head start on my next college course. I want to study… I mean, get back to studying wildlife management! I want…”

She was blathering and she knew it, but she was desperate for some kind of reprieve from the burning, swelling pain.

“You’re not going to make it back to college if you don’t learn to listen to those who know about the environment you’re going into…” he said, running his palm over her bottom in a slow caress.

Finally. He was talking to her. That was good. That meant he wasn’t… “Owww!” Riley squealed as the spanking started again, harder and faster than before. She had no idea how a palm could be so hard and unyielding, how it could burn her butt and make her skin tingle to a peak of sensation she’d never experienced before.

“You need to learn obedience, Riley,” Ethan lectured her. “You need to learn to do as you’re told. You need to learn that disobeying me isn’t cute. It’s dangerous. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” Riley wailed at the top of her voice. “I promise I’ll be good. I’ll never, ever not listen to you again. I’ll get right back in my car and I’ll go home and I’ll never go near another forest as long as I live if you’ll just stop spanking me.”

“Nobody said anything about sending you home, Riley,” he said, taking another break from the thrashing he was giving her poor, sore bottom. “Let’s start with you doing as you’re told, following directions.”

“Yes!” Riley agreed as he squeezed her cheeks. “I’ll do whatever you say!”

He let out a little snort. “Your bottom is bright red,” he said, patting her cheeks lightly. “And I reckon you’d promise anything right now if you thought it would stop me from tanning your hide, wouldn’t you, girl?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Hmm,” he murmured, almost to himself. She felt his large hands on her cheeks, spreading them. Then she felt a long fingertip tracing down the middle of her pussy. To Riley’s shock and embarrassment, she was wet. Very wet. She’d not noticed it in her painful writhing, but somehow the heat in her ass had translated to ample lubrication of arousal flowing between her lips, coating Ethan’s fingers as he played a second one along with the first, stroking her wet mound.

She let out a little moan, almost afraid to express that it felt good. He was pleasuring her gently, and she was not sure why. She definitely didn’t think he was done with her just yet. A moment later, his finger spread her lips and found the glistening entrance of her body. Riley felt her lower stomach muscles contract as Ethan’s finger slid slowly inside her, her inner walls clasping him eagerly as he stirred the juices of her desire and then drew them out.

“Let’s see how obedient my girl can be,” he murmured, presenting his fingers to her mouth. “Lick them. Clean my fingers.”

Riley blushed as he pressed the tips of his fingers to her mouth. This was the moment of truth. If she did not obey him, he would know she had been lying when she promised to do so and he would definitely spank her bottom long and hard. That she did not want, so she obediently parted her lips and let him in.

His fingers slid over her tongue, the undeniable taste of her arousal filling her mouth as she suckled obediently at his digits.

“Good girl,” he murmured softly as she cleaned his fingers with soft lapping motions of her tongue. There was something satisfying about having her mouth filled with his flesh. Something primal.

It was affecting him too. She could feel the hard ridge of his thick erection pressing against her soft hip. She could imagine it sliding inside her. Her desire for him was so great that she would have spread her legs and begged for him if her mouth were not filled with his fingers, making speech impossible. Instead she arched her back and lifted her hips and offered herself to him.

She was rewarded when his fingers left her mouth and dipped back inside her pussy, gathering fresh juices. This time though, they were not meant for her mouth. They were meant for a different orifice.

“Oh, my!” Riley let out a little gasp as Ethan pressed his fingertip against the little bud of her anus. She let out subsequent whimpers as he worked his finger against the little muscle until it gave way and allowed him entrance to the most private part of her body.

He used his other fingers to gather more lubrication from her dripping lips and applied her juices amply, his finger sliding in and out of her tight little rear hole as she squirmed her empty, wanting pussy all over his lap. She was blushing furiously, her desire, her shame, the discomfort of having her virginal bottom penetrated all combining to overwhelm her senses.

“Now,” he said calmly. “Let’s talk.”

“T-talk?” Talking was the last thing on Riley’s mind.

“Mhm…” He pressed his finger to the second knuckle and slowly thrust it in and out of her bottom with long, considered pumps. “You’ve not spent a day studying wildlife, have you?”

“No…” she admitted in a small voice. “But I want to. And I did already do a couple of years in college.”

“Doing what?”

“Liberal arts,” she admitted with a touch of shame that did not solely arise from the fact that her bottom was being toyed with while she was being interrogated.

“Uh huh. Not so useful when it comes to bears, is it?”

“No…” Again her response came in a whine as his finger went in and out of her.

“So you lied to me.”

“Yes… but…”

He pushed his finger deep into her bottom and her excuse evaporated into a moan.

“You lied to me,” he repeated. “Since we’ve met, you’ve been acting like a naughty little girl, haven’t you? Lying. Disobeying me. Putting yourself in danger.”

Her anus contracted involuntarily around his finger. He was right, of course, but to admit it while he fingered her bottom and took control of her body in the most intimate way possible, that made her stomach fizz with excitement, her lower abdominal muscles clench, and her pussy start to flow with arousal.

“Are you going to answer me, Riley? Or should I take the way you’re soaking my leg as your response?” He lightly brushed the fingers of his other hand against her lower lips and let his middle finger dance around the hard bud of her clit.

“Wha-what do you want me to say?”

“That you were a naughty girl,” he said, drawing his finger out to the tight ring of her bottom and sliding it back in slowly once more. “A naughty, disobedient little girl who should have listened to me.”

“Yes! I should have listened to you,” she admitted.

“Mhm, and what else?” His finger twisted slowly, moving easily with the lubrication her body had provided.

She knew what he wanted her to say. He wanted her to admit that she had been a naughty little girl, but she couldn’t say the words, even though she felt them. She felt naughty to the very core of her being. She felt a sense of shame and embarrassment, tempered by the obvious tenderness of the care he was showing even as he toyed with her bottom.

“I’m… a naughty girl,” she said in a little whimper. “And I should have listened to you.”

Saying the words was humiliating, but she was rewarded when he pulled his finger slowly out of her bottom and patted her cheek lightly with his other hand.

“Sit up,” he said.

Riley sat up, her bottom aching as she put the pressure of her weight on it. She watched as Ethan walked across the room and washed his hands, casting heated glances over at her as the water splashed over his long powerful fingers.

She was entranced by him, the muscularity of his naked body and the thick erection that was pressed against the muscular plane of his abdomen. He came and stood in front of the bed and silently beckoned for her to stand. She stood up, not sure what to expect, but unable to ignore the thick erection between them. Ethan reached out and pulled her close, his rod pressing against the soft swell of her belly.

He looked down into her eyes, his expression full of serious desire. “We’re not finished, Riley,” he announced, making her quiver. “A little spanking isn’t nearly sufficient punishment for the way you’ve behaved,” he said. “I’ll give you two choices. A switch on your bottom…” he smiled as Riley let out a little gasp of horror at the notion of having her bottom punished further, “…or my cock inside you.” He emphasized the question by sliding his hand over the curve of her bottom and running his fingertip along the welling seam of her lower lips, teasing her yearning pussy.

Riley bit her lower lip as she contemplated his question. It wasn’t really a question, or a choice. Of course she didn’t want some hard switch thrashing her bottom. And of course her arousal meant that she wanted the cock pressed against her belly to be thrust deep inside her. But could she admit that? Was admitting it part of the punishment?

“What’s it going to be?” He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. He was being so kind, so gentle. If it weren’t for the fact that her ass was aching and she was as wet as she had ever been she would not have believed that he had held her down and spanked her until tears sprang to her eyes.

His kiss grew deeper. His tongue massaged hers gently as she opened her lips to him, tasting him just as he was tasting her. It was such a romantic little spot, the cave that smelled like his musk, the lair of the bear. Ethan slid his hand back up from her pussy and gave her a light tap on her rear. She let out a little squeal of pain in response and wriggled back and forth, his erection sliding along her belly as she moved against him.

“Hmmm?” He pulled back and looked down at her, his palm rubbing her sore bottom. “What is it going to be?”

“The second option,” she said, lowering her eyes.

“The second option? Tell me what that option is, Riley.”

He was going to make her say it. Her face blushed bright red as she tried to form the words. “I want you inside me,” she said in a soft voice.

She heard him growl with pleasure at her response and then she squealed as he put his large, powerful hands on her buttocks and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist out of instinct, putting her lower lips right atop the flared head of his cock. Ethan held her there, kissing her deeply as she squirmed in place, feeling the hot head of his manhood teasing her feminine folds. He could have pulled her down onto his hard rod, but he seemed content to let her writhe above it, so close and yet so far. There was nothing hurried about the way he was claiming her, his kiss passionate and satisfying as he held her aloft, bearing her weight as if she were light as a feather.

She found herself attempting to squirm down, wanting to impale herself on him. Her lips were just barely spread around the head of his member, which was bumping up against her tight entrance with the promise of much, much more.

“Are you ready, brat?”

“Mhmmm,” she answered, nuzzling her nose against his. “Ready…”

Ethan let out a deep growling chuckle. “It’s hardly a punishment when you’re this eager for it, is it?”

She let out a naughty little giggle, which turned into a moan as he laid her down on the bed, pinning her arms above her head with one large, strong hand. Riley looked up into his dark eyes and spread her legs, willingly inviting him inside the flowering petals of her sex. Her scent filled the air, every breath filled with the thick musk of their shared desire.

Ethan let his hips ride forward, parting her lips once, twice, and then suddenly he was inside her in one long, hard thrust, his thickness splitting her open, her curves in thrall to the thrusting of his powerful hips that drove back and forth hard and fast from the very outset. As he had promised, this was not lovemaking. This was a punishment fuck, and Riley was ready for it. Her juices flowed over him as he pounded against her, using her adoring body for his animal purposes.

Squealing and moaning, Riley writhed beneath him. She had never been taken like this. She had never known sex could be so powerful, so punishing and yet so pleasurable too. Every part of her felt alive, his pounding sending electric tingles zipping to every part of her body.

Just as she was getting used to the missionary position, he rolled over onto his back and pulled her atop him, her legs straddling his hips as he impaled her on his thick manhood, his strong hands lifting her up and down his rod. She saw his eyes dip to the place where their bodies were joined, her tight and wet flesh clinging to his hardness with feminine need. Though she was on top, she was not in control. He knew how to make her body work for him, his hands urging her motion back and forth and back and forth until finally he was satisfied and let her go.

“Ride me,” he ordered. “Show me how sorry you are.”

Riley did as she was told, her cunt squeezing his cock with excitement as his dominant command rolled through her senses. She put her hands on his broad chest and started working her bottom up and down, grinding her hips as she traveled up and down his cock, making her pussy work for his pleasure. At the bottom of every stroke she ground herself against his body, pleasuring her greedy little clit.

Her pussy was starting to ache, but he was not done with her. Again they rolled and now she was trapped beneath him. He reached down and pushed her legs up. The position made her hips tilt back and opened her wide to his thrusting member. There was nothing modest about the position, which left her spread before him, her puffy lower lips glistening with her juices as Ethan pressed forward, slowly feeding his thick length into her tender body. All the while his eyes were locked on hers, holding her in thrall as he held her in place and made total use of her wetness.

This was sex as she had never known. This was an overwhelming, ego-dissolving mating in which she completely forgot herself and was a slave to the passion he stirred in her. As he began to thrust harder, his rod pounding inside her stroke after stroke, demanding everything her pussy had to give, Riley wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him, her eyes locked on his as he delivered the hardest, roughest, most thorough fucking she had ever experienced.

Climax had seemed near at hand since he’d entered her, but somehow it had remained at bay, the power of her pleasure growing with every thrust. Now she couldn’t contain it. Her limbs started to shake as the orgasm grew, her stomach muscles contracting, every part of her body caught up in the sheer pleasure of the moment.

He knew. She saw the look in his eyes as he gazed down at her, his expression imperious and possessive.

“Come.”

The command was delivered in a dominant growl, one her body obeyed instantly. Riley screamed her orgasm as Ethan thrust hard inside her, locking her body against his own as his seed poured into her, spurting inside her bare, unprotected pussy in thick welling waves of warmth that made her inner walls quiver and clench in new climactic heights.

She had never let any man come inside her before, but with Ethan it had not been about letting. It had been about craving. His seed belonged inside her. She needed it as badly as she needed air, and now that it was soaking against her cervix, she felt a sense of completion like never before.

Ethan’s mouth pressed against hers, then moved to her jaw and her neck and her collarbone. He kissed her over and over, treasuring her as his cock slowly began to slide from her body. A thick trickle of his cum followed, running over her delicate and inflamed lips. She was tender and aching, but she did not feel chastised or hurt. Instead she felt completely cared for. Ethan’s dominance was protective. He had branded her body with his lust and made her sore sex his own. She could feel his essence inside her, a wetness that persisted as he rolled onto his side and pulled her body into the sheltering curve of his bulk.

Exhausted from her ordeal, Riley fell asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, his teeth gently grazing the back of her neck as he nuzzled her, and his cum still deep inside her most feminine place.