Page 57 of The Bear King’s Bride

“Always to the point and practical, and for that I love you better than any other in this world or the next,” Girion laughed, his deep voice even deeper in this form. He bowed his head, furred face between her thighs, the flat of his tongue licking and lapping at her wetness. The more he drank, the faster she seemed to fill his favorite chalice. “You, as ever, make things work, my love. I’ll fit if you so desire it.”

“Oh, I desire it. Every inch,” Jocasta groaned, head bowing, shoulders rolling forward.

Girion rose up and settled her hips back close to his, pulling her sheath to his erection, feeling her opening squeeze tightly around his intrusion as he thrust in. The walls he’d stretched in so many passionate, pleasurable embraces over the first few days of their “wedding respite” were still snug and tight around his larger cock, especially with the extra ridge of sensitive tissue that ran along the top.

Jocasta’s moans turned into fevered huffs as she wriggled back, trying to accommodate him. Her hand found its way down to her bead and rubbed.

Girion watched her bobbing cheeks cushioning his cock and realized he’d be selfishly delighted to stay there forever, watching pink and brown swallowing up peach and white, watching her dark curls kiss his wet white fur.

But just as Jocasta was known for her brains, he was known for his strategic observations. One doesn’t lead a military without honing the skills of observation, after all.

With a sudden grunt of loss, he pulled out of her, staring a pleased glance at the gaping pout of her pink sex and the way their combined essences already dripped from it.

“Nooo, no,” Jocasta whimpered and fell to her side, giving him an accusing look. “Why have we stopped?” she demanded.

He knelt on the bed with her, one hand, so much larger than it had been in his human form, spanning all of her soft womanly mound. His clawed finger slipped inside of her as her eyes widened. He moved his finger side to side and up and down inside of her warmth, making the motions she loved against her nub, only from the inside. “I am seeing if you receive the greatest satisfaction from this area—” he paused and pressed down, as if he could press right through her sex and into her tight, unopened back passage.

Jocasta gasped, eyes wider still, then closed. “Girion... Oh, by all the snows...”

“Which one, my love?”

“The first was more pleasurable,” she rocked her head against the bed, hands rising to cup her breasts and tease the hard, dark nipples, “but this makes me feel so full. Dangerously full.”

“Oh, I think my cock can accomplish that, love. The fullness.”

“Mmm,” she nodded with a muffled hum of pleasure.

Girion had to shake himself out of the trance he fell into when his queen was so at ease with him, so lost in her pleasure. Those muffled sounds, that bitten lip, and her long lashes kissing the top of her cheeks...

“So beautiful,” he praised, slowly placing his full weight on the bed. Over her. The difference in their sizes was more marked now, and he loved that Jocasta simply opened her arms and legs wider to receive him.

He held his weight off of her as he worked his cock into her, guiding that ridge of flesh against the hard nub’s sensitive inner flesh, finding the map of her pleasurable spots from the inside out.

“Ohhh. Oh, that’s so good,” Jocasta cried softly as he thrust into her, deep and slow.

“I think it’d be better faster,” he confessed, recalling how she liked to be rubbed to a peak.

“Then take me faster,” she invited.

“I’m afraid in this form it’ll be too much.”

Jocasta opened her eyes and gave him a quizzical grin. “But the claws and teeth don’t worry you?”

“I wouldn’t be fucking you with my fangs, precious. Although perhaps later you’ll feel them between your thighs.”

JOCASTA SHIVERED IN anticipation at the sight of his smile and the sharp teeth within. Some part of her brain realized that in taming the king’s heart, she’d also enjoyed the little thrill of taming this massive form with all of it’s Bearfolk bulk and dangers.

Still, she didn’t expect Girion to roar and pull out suddenly, leaving her aching and open. “You have to stop that, I’m closer every second!” she protested.

“I’m not ending things, Jo, I’m altering them so you can go as hard and fast as you like.” He rolled to his back and picked her up as if she were nothing, setting her astride his hips.

Jocasta knew that her husband did have unselfish reasons at heart. He truly was being careful with her—but she couldn’t resist teasing him at least a little. “I think you just want to watch your little human queen riding that huge Bearfolk cock. Watching me stretch and swallow it.” She leaned back and gripped his wet, slippery hardness, smiling when Girion helped steady her and nudged his way inside of her.

The ridge connected beautifully with the underside of her bead, sending arcs of pleasure through her core, and pressure filled her to the brim.

“Perhaps you know me too well already. Perhaps I do want to watch,” Girion admitted in a ragged voice.

Jocasta arched back, thighs wide, her hands gripping his legs as they bent at the knee, making a support for her. She pounded her womanhood down around his cock, feeling the stretch at her opening and the fullness at her center.