13. Sirin #2
The faint green shimmer of the dome glowed up ahead, and she had a choice to make, and quickly.
Should she run outside, through the snow, or bank to the side to stay inside the dome?
She didn't relish the idea of running in the snow barefoot, but Berne was a polar bear.
They hadn't yet had sex in the snow and it seemed a shame.
Sadly, she wasn't remotely prepared to brave the cold outside, so she turned to run toward the Lady's mountain.
She'd dreamt of them in the woods outside, so she might as well embrace it.
Somehow, it seemed Berne had expected her to turn as she could now hear him barreling toward her from the side.
She let out a shriek of glee, anticipating what was to come.
Sirin never knew if he was going to stay shifted, and it added a delicious suspense to their primal play.
Ducking to avoid a branch, Sirin missed Berne's final approach and was entirely surprised when all nine hundred pounds of him tackled her.
She let out an ''oof'' as he barreled into her, using his powerful front paws to wrap her close during their tumble.
After they rolled a few times, Sirin found herself on her back framed on all sides by her massive mate.
His paws on either side of her dwarfed her head and she shivered.
She loved the exquisite feeling of powerlessness when he was shifted.
He could kill her in an instant, she knew, but he would endeavor to drive her mad from pleasure instead.
Not to mention that cock, she smiled deviously. He hadn't yet learned to only partially shift, though she was confident he could do it. She'd found his cock had special features when he shifted, and she wanted them.
He growled at her, placing one heavy paw on the center of her chest. Then, he snuffed between her legs, and his rhythmic purring began.
Hooking one large claw at the top of her nightgown he sliced it down the front, leaving her open to the chill.
Berne pulled back, watching her. By this point, she was used to how much her mate enjoyed watching her and she reveled in his attention.
Thankfully, Berne loved spoiling her with nightdresses as much as he loved spoiling them.
He licked his enormous teeth and punctuated his purr, so it sounded like a chuckle.
Berne had no appetite for coyness as he lapped at her breasts ruthlessly.
The length of his tongue wrapped around each one and toyed with her nipples.
He had her panting in no time, and he used his massive paws to roll her over and lift her ass into the air.
He steadied her on her knees, and at any moment, she expected to see his large paws on either side of her head as he mounted her.
Instead, Sirin nearly collapsed as Berne thrust the length of his tongue deep inside her pussy.
Sirin could feel it writhing within her, twisting to taste and tickle every inch of her cunt.
Heat washed over her, the feeling so intense she would have crawled away were it not for his paw holding her in place.
After a moment more of delicious torture, he pulled back to lap at her clit.
He toyed with her hood, pressing it up to caress her sensitive apex.
''Hah—hah—hah—!'' Sirin began making nonsense sounds with each press of his massive tongue.
She rocked herself back toward him as he drove her closer to the edge.
She would have scrapes on her knees to heal later, but all she could feel was the throb of her pussy and his tongue driving her crazy.
The sounds Berne made as a bear were obscene.
He couldn't suck her as efficiently in this form, so the clearing they landed in was filled with the slick slurps and rumbles of his enthusiasm.
The tension in her body tightened and tightened and Sirin scrabbled her fingers on the ground, clasping at the grass for stability.
With each rock against his face, Sirin ground herself against him, desperate for every sensation he could give her.
If she wasn't careful, she'd graze one of his massive canines but the sharp bite of pain only heightened her awareness.
Her second orgasm of the night did not take long.
The buildup, and the chase, the danger, and his massive tongue had her shattering in moments.
She was still riding her high when she felt his hand, human this time, pluck at her nipples, prolonging her pleasure.
He slid two thick fingers into her cunt and curled them to massage her G-spot.
''One more. I want one more before I stuff this perfect cunt,'' he growled behind her.
Sirin whipped her head back and forth, exhausted. She didn't know if she had another in her, but Berne seemed to always think she was capable of ''at least one more.'' He kissed her back, thrusting and curling his fingers until she squealed.
''Not only do I think you have one more for me, but I think you'll drench the ground when you do.
'' As he said so, Sirin could feel the pressure building inside her, the forbidden pleasure she was only starting to learn to embrace.
She whimpered and nodded her head, she would give him what he wanted, what she wanted.
Her body began to tingle as her orgasm neared, the tantalizing and terrifying threshold squeezing in on her.
She screamed into the night as she allowed her release to overwhelm her, squeezing her eyes against the onslaught of sensation.
Sirin could hear the spray of her squirt across the grass beneath her before Berne caught her waist, tugging at her to turn around.
''You're getting so good at that, my sweet little prey,'' he growled, lifting her to him.
Berne twined his hands into her hair and hungrily devoured her mouth.
He demanded her participation with scrapes of his teeth urging her on despite her exhaustion.
He tortured her and goaded her, reminding her he was still entirely stimulated, though she was nearly spent.
Gasping, he pulled back and gently stretched her languid body on the grass behind him.
''I have been thinking about breeding this gorgeous pussy for two days now.
When I am away, all I can think of is your taste and the sound of your cries.
'' He pumped one strong hand over his cock and licked his lips.
The moon, cutting between trees, glistened on his curling white chest hair.
It could be just the afterglow of amazing orgasms, but haloed by the trees and stars, moonlight glinting off a sheen of sweat, Berne looked ethereal.
She smiled up at him, infinitely grateful she'd persisted in her quest for answers.
Sirin had imagined having two types of partners in her life.
She'd imagined someday she might find a work partner who could help her with her research and encourage her to find better, more accurate answers to her questions.
They might pose new questions she'd never thought of before.
Or, she'd also considered she might find a partner in life.
It was possible she might find someone willing to follow her around and explore her interests.
With Berne, she had everything. He might not be incredibly knowledgeable about her area of study, but he was curious and had grown up with knowledge she was only beginning to discover. He was perfect for her.
Berne notched the head of his cock at her entrance and smirked down at her. ''What'er you smiling at?''
''I'm thinking how lucky I am—'' Sirin replied, cupping his face.
''How lucky I am to get to love you,'' He pressed into her then, making her hiss in pleasure.
She wasn't sure she would ever get used to feeling such a perfect cock.
She couldn't be certain he wasn't changing it with lunula to fill her so completely, but she was not about to complain.
Her mate lowered himself to his elbows over her, kissing her on the nose before growling in her ear.
''Now, I am not aiming to fight with you when your cunt is squeezing me so sweetly, but I will remind you it is me that got lucky in this situation.
'' As soon as he was done speaking, he brought her mating bite to his lips and sucked ruthlessly, nipping and laving at it in ways that made her pussy clench around his length.
She'd discovered there were indeed changes that happened with a mating bite.
When Berne had cleaned her mating bite with his saliva whilst she was asleep, he'd been modifying the nerves in the area to make them more sensitive and built neural bridges to her medial paracentral lobule, the area of the brain that housed orgasms.
Being a lunologist had allowed her to form a similar bite on his shoulder, which she latched onto with deep sucking pulls.
Berne let out a guttural moan and shook his head, trying to resist. They both knew exactly what Sirin wanted, and he might want to stay a man, but Sirin had run into the night to be fucked by a bear.
''Wife,'' he growled in her ear, both warning and scolding her. ''you are asking for it.''