Page 14 of Taming Her Bears

Her eyes lit up and she bounced once on her toes. “Then Darkhorse is free, too? Let’s go visit him.”

Before I could gather my wits about me, she had taken me by the hand and was dragging me to the door. “Wait. Wait,” I pleaded. “This is down time, unwinding time. Everyone likes to be alone for a few hours.”

She continued tugging. “Not this time! This is let’s-celebrate-because-we-got-off-that-damned-island time. C’mon, now. Party like a state trooper!”

It was only then that I noticed she had a bottle of champagne that she was shaking vigorously. “Open wide!” She giggled as she lifted her thumb and hit me with the spray. The door flung open. On the other side, Lee was laughing his dick off. He was similarly drenched and brandished three more unopened bottles.

I was astonished. “Where did you get those?”

Natalia gave me a big grin. “Pete gave them to me when I asked if there was any celebratory champagne for successful missions.” She dropped her voice and whispered conspiratorially, “He gave me these from the captain’s stash! I saw. It was from the cabinet on the pilot’s deck.” She giggled some more and tucked a hand through each of our willing elbows. “I believe he was hitting on me, but I told him I was taken.” I beamed. That was a solid! Alaskan girls don’t say that type of thing unless they’re holding a full house.”

Since she didn’t think she could get anymore fizz out of the champagne after shaking it twice, it was only practical to finish the first bottle off before continuing to Darkhorse’s cabin. The more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to a visit with Darkhorse. He was the boldest, the most reckless, and the captain’s best friend. If anyone knew how to party, it was him.

We opened a new bottle, shook it, then waited outside while Natalia worked her magic. It didn’t take him long to come bursting out, already in full swing. That man could drink a bottle of wine poured off the Eiffel Tower. He caught a considerably larger amount of the spray than I had managed and grabbed the bottle, guzzling it down. “We’ve got to save some for the captain,” pleaded Natalia.

“How many bottles do you have left?” he asked.

“Two and what you have in your hands.”

“Well, I’ve got to catch up with you guys, don’t I? We’ll finish off this one, let the captain catch up on the next one, and still have one to spare.”

Darkhorse was our lieutenant. Who were we to question his decisions? We polished off what Darkhorse didn’t drink of the second bottle, then popped open the third and handed it to Natalia. She knocked once at the captain’s door and walked in. We waited, shuffling our feet and looking at each other expectantly. I felt we needed to get things moving before our buzz died off. “She must be having a hard time convincing him to go outside. You know how he can be about his private time.”

“Oh, fuck that,” said Darkhorse. “She’s in there with him. That’s not private. Let’s go inside.”

He kicked open the door, expecting Josh to be cantankerous about sharing good cheer among his fellow men, and ready to defend our rights to feeling jolly, but instead saw the captain and the lady in a very passionate embrace. “Well, shit,” he said.

Lee also looked unhappy. “I guess this is the end of the party line.”

I was slowly edging my way toward the exit, but Josh stopped me. “Oh, come on, white boy. You’re part of the team. All of you. You’re being ridiculous. We’ve already been on our first date.”

He huddled us into a group hug. The champagne bubbled desperately under Natalia’s thumb. Once freed, it exploded in a grand shower of release. This was how the state troopers partied—spraying more champagne on the outside than on the inside, screaming at grade D jokes, jumping up and down to erratic music that faded in and out of the radio. As Lee would say, they party better than Davy Crockett.

All our laughing, hugging, and spraying each other with champagne gave us a desire to lie down. I threw myself across the bed, mildly aware this was the captain’s bed, large and comfortable, and this was his room, the most spacious on the ship. My ribs hurt the way they used to when my sister would tickle them too long. I was sweaty and sticky, although I had just had a shower, but I didn’t care. I felt deliriously happy.

Our heads were all touching in a circle, but Natalia soon became the central focus. With no fresh women’s clothing to give her when she arrived on board, she had been handed a standard set of seaman’s clothes, with a button-up shirt and buttoned trousers. Natalia was a tall woman, around five-foot-nine, with broad shoulders supporting very perky breasts, a tapered waist, and hips just broad enough to balance out her shoulders. She placed curves and swells into that outfit we had never seen before in seaman’s clothing.

I watched as Josh slowly slid toward her and began unbuttoning her shirt. I felt hazy and bubbly and could only watch as she turned her head and smiled at him. He peeled back the top to reveal she was no longer wearing a bra, but a men’s ribbed tank. Her breasts pressed against the ribbing, the nipples straining the fabric. Idly, he ran his hand over the top of them, then slipped it under one thin strap, circling the breast and rolling the nipple. Her head lolled back, and she breathed deeply.

From above her, Darkhorse laid on his stomach and kissed her face. He took the tee-shirt and pulled it up over her arms, then pulled her arms across the back of his neck while he continued kissing her. Her exposed breasts spread below her raised arms, milky white with puffy, pink centers.

Still with a strange sense of lethargy, I slipped downwards until my knees were on the floor and turned so my head was facing her lap. Slowly, with fascination, I began unbuttoning her pants. Each tiny unveiling exposed a new treasure trove of remarkable, sun-ripened flesh, firm and energetic with country life, heaving with anticipation. I lifted her buttocks and sat underneath her to finish my slow unveiling, then laid back with my knees over the edge of the bed, pulling her down on top of me, my cock standing proud and tall between her legs.

Josh was going down on her. I cradled her breasts from behind, my thumbs and forefingers finding the lovely, upright nipples and rolling them while gasps of pleasure escaped from her throat and her breasts swelled larger and became a more bluish pink around the engorged tips. I felt the most astonishing sensation of the head of my cock nuzzling right up against her clit, the soft beaver hair wrapped around it and a tongue licking and sucking at the edges. I was the first to lose my wad.

I collapsed, my enterprise drained, Natalia’s wonderfully rounded ass grinding in frustration against my unfulfilled promise. I held on to her tits, as firm as melons, the nipples throbbing. Josh climbed between the demanding legs, spreading them wider so that they draped over my knees. She raised her pelvis and he drove his hot, throbbing member into her. She moaned and tried to raise herself to embrace him, but I pressed her down as he pumped rhythmically. Screams of ecstasy burst from her throat, yet her hot little cunt remained dissatisfied.

She was held back from wrapping him up in one gigantic orgasm. While I embraced her from behind, my hands teasing and torturing her breasts, Lee and Roy held her with their ankles locked firmly against my calves, licking and nibbling at her inner thighs. When Josh came, she was still being held wide open, squirming and heaving, her crotch held high, begging for more.

Lee slipped a finger inside her and she sucked in her stomach, raising herself higher. He squeezed her little joy box. She wriggled. He opened the lips of her vagina and nuzzled the stiff, upright clit with his cock. She thrashed. “Motherfucker. Give it to me.” He slid inside, eased halfway out, then buried his shaft again while she bumped and ground against him.

He refused to completely satisfy her, either. While he rode her, he continued to massage her clit while I kept her breasts erect and yearning. He pulled out just before he came, leaving her gasping and cursing. She was a red-hot tomato now. Every sensory gland in her body was screaming for release.

Darkhorse mounted her last. It was deliberate. We had each only taken a taste of her, so there would be enough to go around. She was so hot; her pussy was pulsing. He eased her frenzy, first taking her breasts and sucking at each tit until she sighed and cradled his head between them. He pulled her up into a sitting position and wrapped her legs around his back. As he entered her, she locked her legs tightly at the ankles, her back bowed. They were still on top of me. I felt her soft, round butt gliding back and forth along my limp member until it began to wake back up and ask for more.

We spent the entire night absorbed in pleasure. When we no longer had the energy to fuck, we simply curled around her, nuzzling her and fondling the beautiful, abundant parts of her, sniffing her wild honey hair and happy for a new clan member. Though she wasn’treallyclan. She was human, but a lot of shapeshifting bears have had human clan members and they had turned out all right.

Darkhorse

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