13. Sirin
Chapter thirteen
Sirin
IN WHICH ALL PREVIOUSLY AFOREMENTIONED, BUT AS OF YET UNSATISFIED PROMISES ARE FULFILLED
Two Months Later
''She looks so young,'' Sirin whispered, afraid to wake the sleeping Goddess floating in the deep pool under the mountain.
''She does. Thought she'd be a grown lady,'' Berne replied.
They looked over a ledge, gripping the handrail a hundred feet above.
Their whispers echoed through the large cavern, punctuated by drips of condensation off the stalactites.
''At least she's big. I think I would be more disappointed if our Lady was normal-sized. ''
Sirin chuckled. ''I imagine she can be any size she likes, love.''
She stared in wonder as the currents brought lunula close to the Goddess, and lit up as it became infused with her magic.
She'd always imagined there would be some ecological explanation for their magic.
It was somewhat embarrassing she'd dismissed the divine origin theories almost immediately.
Regardless of her embarrassment, she felt nothing short of utter awe to be both in the presence of her Goddess and to have found the answers, and even more titillating questions, concerning her life's quest.1
Sirin was thrilled that knowing the source of magic had only opened more avenues for research.
She practically vibrated at the thought of commencing studies on how the people of Sanctuary gained shifting abilities, as well as the ever-changing hybrid animals.
Her initial theory was the constant influx of lunula tended to speed up evolution in some ways and made it take a complete left turn in others.
Sudden spontaneous mutations seemed common, and hybrids between animals happened often enough that several established species were native to the area.
Her new neighbors had shared that hybrids didn't even arise from breeding, per se, but instead from predator-prey relationships.
They had several species of winged animals she was fairly certain came from animals consuming birds, cats and foxes chief among them.
Berne shifted to stand behind her, wrapping his thick arms around her waist and plopping his head on her shoulder.
It seemed resting his head on her was a favorite position of his, regardless of whether he was shifted into his bear form or not.
They stood silently together, enjoying each other's company and the tranquility of the Lady's pool.
''I am not certain we can truly call her a lady,'' Sirin thought, ''she looks to be 16.''
After several quiet minutes, Sirin became aware of Berne's hardness pressing into her backside. She giggled quietly and whispered, ''I don't know if that is an appropriate form of worship, sir.''
''If she didn't want me to worship you, she shouldn't have made you so tempting. Don't get me wrong, she is majestic and everything, but how long are we gonna stand here and look at her? I have an important appointment with my mate, you see.''
''Mmmm, I see.'' Sirin nodded. ''That sounds very official. I would hate for you to be late.''
''Oh aye, my mate can be quite cross if she is not regularly attended to. I have to keep a schedule to keep up with her demands! I don't always tell her we have an appointment though; makes it seem spontaneous-like.''
Sirin ground herself back against him and said, ''Well, I would hate to keep her waiting then.'' She shunted some lunula forward quickly and bolted from the room, hoping he would give chase.
She sprinted back up the tunnel leading down to their Lady's Repose, the echoes of the long hall making it seem as if Berne was right behind her.
When she reached the top, she burst through the door, startling the guards, who rolled their eyes at her.
Nearly everyone in town was used to their silliness, and the guards seemed no exception.
She ran toward a stand of trees as if that would slow him, but truly she wanted the trees to act as a blind for some privacy.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she listened for him.
She couldn't hear any footfalls, neither two nor four-legged, anywhere around her. The forest seemed silent.
As she stood there, whipping her head around to find him, she suddenly felt the press of his thick cock against her ass again. She turned her head, but couldn't see him there. In fact, she couldn't see anything at all.
''Berne!'' she scolded, ''What are you playing at?''
Her vision entirely occluded, Sirin was left with nothing but the feel, the scent, and the sounds of him around her.
His quick breaths in her ear puffed strands of hair in front of her face and tickled her neck.
One hand snaked toward her breasts while the other delved for her rapidly moistening cunt.
She squirmed against him, breath catching as he dipped his fingers into her slick folds and plucked at her nipple.
He growled in approval and gently nipped at her neck.
Sirin squirmed against him and reached back to pull his shirt over his head—that he wasn't wearing?
Sirin opened her eyes to the dim crackle of the fire.
The dim lighting revealed the familiar outlines of their home.
Behind her, Berne thrust against her and swirled his finger around her clit.
Sirin groaned and ground back against the hard bar of his cock, enjoying waking up in her favorite way.
Over the past two months, she'd often had no idea who began their midnight sessions, but they were always a welcome surprise.
This was especially true since Berne had been away on a long patrol, and she hadn't expected him home until tomorrow.
Sirin's head lolled back onto Berne's shoulder, and she reached back to pull at the hair at the nape of his neck. ''Hello, when ah—'' He sucked on her mating bite, causing jolts of pleasure to thrum through her body.
''The second I walked in the door, I could smell your arousal, love,'' he purred against her ear. ''I climbed into bed to find you wet and wanting; I can't have that now can I?''
Sirin shook her head frantically. Goddess, he knew just how to talk to make her dripping.
Berne's fingers toyed with her, strumming and stoking her desire.
Sirin knew his priority was to get her to come, but her cunt felt empty and she wanted him inside her now.
She could come when he was inside her, simple as that.
Sirin bucked against him, grinding against his hardness, feeling him leak a trail of precum between her ass cheeks and up her lower back.
Perhaps if she ground enough, turned him on enough, he would relent and fill her up.
Words were increasingly hard to form, but at last, she was able to say what she wanted.
''Berne,—'' she gasped, ''I—I need, ah—cock, I need your cock!''
Her mate licked a stripe up the side of her neck before sucking on her earlobe and chuckling darkly. ''Oh, but I like you like this, caught and squirming against me, such good little prey.''
Sirin gasped as he shoved his tongue into her ear. Berne knew how that reminded her of having him inside of her and he knew how much she loved to be his prey. Her desire spiraled out of control, her breathing turning ragged. She kicked her leg back over his thigh, opening herself to him further.
''I want you to come for me, and then, sweetling, I want you to run,'' he whispered, voice gravelly with desire.
The second he uttered the words against her ear, Sirin shattered, screaming his name. She convulsed wildly against him as her vision whited out and her awareness reduced to the pleasure he wrung from her, drawing it out with slow pulsing presses of the pad of his finger.
''You have until I clean your slick from my hand before I am coming after you,'' he said, the growl of his bear already creeping into his voice. Sirin jolted from her languid pleasure haze and yelped as she leaped from the bed, ignoring her nightgown hiked above her hips.
She tore open the front door and darted into the night.
Berne's shift could be lightning fast when he wanted, so she knew her lead would be short.
She turned to run behind the house, it would be predictable, but it would also be private.
Most people were sleeping at whatever hour this was, but she knew they weren't likely to be entirely quiet, so she ran for the trees.
Her heart pounded in her ears, and her arousal coated the insides of her thighs, making them slide across one another with ease.
The cool air bit against her hard nipples, heightening her arousal and the feel of them sliding against her night dress.
When her toes hit the soft blanket of the forest floor, her feet crunching on the sweet needles of pine, Sirin heard their door shut and the galumphing, puffing sound of her bear running her down.
She bolted between the trees, branches whipping her face and body, the pain driving her forward.
Behind her, she could hear his great body picking up speed.
Her heart raced with an adrenaline spike as she dodged around a massive conifer.
She knew he would catch her, he always caught her, but she also knew the longer she ran, the more of a chase she gave him, the less control he'd be able to muster when he claimed his prize.
Sirin smiled deviously and dumped some lunula reserves toward speed and reaction time. There was no way she could disguise her trail, by scent or sound, so she didn't bother. Instead, she relied on staying on her feet and running as far and as fast as she could.