Mimic after dark

A slew of livestock deaths precede an emergency town meeting. There's no question who the culprit is, or why. The town elders understand that a werecreature in heat is aggressive and dangerous. The town's interspecies liason officer, a veteran who fought beside the werebear, explains that it's not a deliberate attack on the town's livelihood, but even so, the maulings cannot continue. It may only be a matter of time before a human is injured.

The liason suggests hiring one of the workers at the town brothel to act as a "heat soother," but the brothel workers don't want the job. There's still a stigma over non-human creatures. The werebear is dangerous, violent, monstrous. Who knows if a human mate would even survive.

Tentatively, you volunteer for the role. You have no living family that could be shamed, you're naturally infertile so there's no concern over cubs, and... Well. You like the idea of it, though you keep that last point to yourself.

You are escorted to the werebears cabin by the eager liason officer, who's just glad the precarious human-werebeast alliance is no longer in jeopardy. Answering the door, the werebear looks surprised to see the two of you...

Then annoyed.

I told you, he growls at the liason, I will not take a forced mate.

The officer coos and assures the bear that you are here voluntarily, which he seems to doubt very much. He throws you both out of his cabin and slams the door.

Right, then. Good luck! Calls the liason as he hurries to the horse and carriage without you. You stand on the porch, embarrassed and confused, wondering what about you must be so undesirable.

After a few minutes the door opens again, and a gruff voice orders you inside. He knows you're not there by choice, he says, he knows the town elders probably forced you there to settle him. You try to explain that's not the case, but he doesn't believe you. He says you can stay for the night, as the sun is going down, but he expects you to fuck off in the morning.

You try to talk over dinner, but he's defensive and quiet. You try to convince him that you want to be there, but he scoffs that you have no idea what soothing a bear's heat even means.

Over the evening, you try different techniques to tempt him. Using his bath, undressing a few layers by the fire, sleeping nude in his bed. He expresses total disinterest the entire time, a steely lack of any desire towards you.

Disheartened, you're about to give up. You have no idea the reason he's being so aggressively stoic is because the moment he opened his cabin door, the moment he saw and smelled you, the beast inside him said Mine. Only mine. You have no idea that every breath he's taken since has been measured and cautious, every effort he's made not to pounce and claim you. Gods, he can barely stand to look at you without the saliva filling his mouth, the feral lust clouding his thoughts.

There's no way you're here by choice, he reasons privately. No way any nice, pretty human would volunteer for the social ostracism that would come with mating a werebear. And whatever those fuckers in the elder council did to leverage you into coming here, he can't let himself take advantage.

Because once he let's his control slip, once he let's the beast inside know that yes, you're his for the taking, nothing will be able to stop him. Not reason or conscience, not if you're kicking and begging, not any ounce of moral goodness in him. Once the beast has you, it's not stopping until it's filled you up over and over and over again.

So he can't let it slip. He has to remain cold and stiff and rude, and just pray you leave him alone and then leave in the morning.

You can feel tears pickling in your eyes, but you don’t let them fall as you do a harsh turn and step into an alleyway. Maybe you can gain terrain like this. Maybe whoever is chasing you would lose track if you do enough turns… You should have known better.

A huge body crashes onto yours and you let out a scream that could wake up the dead. A hand instantly covers your mouth, effectively shutting you up while the tears finally fall down your cheeks. Your heart is beating so fast you feel seconds away from a heart attack.

“Shh, it’s me, kitten,” the big gargoyle in front of you lets out with a huff of amusement.

Your whole body is trembling so hard you can barely see the monster in front of you. The adrenaline still rushing through your veins with such force you aren’t sure how much longer you are going to hold it together.

He kisses your cheek once, your forehead, your hair… And you try to relax, but your whole body is on high alert still. “It’s not- It’s not funny,” you tell him through pent-up tears.

“Oh, but it is, kitten. You are so scared, such a sweet little lamb running away from the big bad gargoyle chasing you down…” His words ignite a different emotion inside of you, one that makes heat pool in your lower abdomen, your legs clenching together involuntarily. He growls, and you know he can smell the change in your mood.

“There she is…” He almost purrs against your ear, sniffing your neck and biting lightly on your earlobe. You shiver, this time from something different than fear. “You smell so much better now… All scared and horny. My kitten is always ready to play, isn’t she?” The way she talks about you is making your heartbeat pick up again, but for very different reasons.

His hands are exploring your body, groping your softness and pinching every once in a while, his huge body keeping you pressed against the wall behind you. The building’s bricks add the just amount of pain to your back to make all sensations amplify while you try not to moan too loudly. You are in public, still.

Your boyfriend’s hands travel down and down, until his hand slips below the cute skirt you chose for dinner. His growl is so loud and sudden you jump a little. “You go out looking this delicious and no underwear on? It’s like you were wanting to be chased by a monster,” the way he growls the last phrase is enough to send mixed signals of lust and anxiety through your body.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” you stutter, your brain short circuiting while he rubs your pearl like he’s a professional clit-stroker. “It’s laundry day. I- I didn’t- Fuck. I didn’t have clean underwear.” It’s a vague excuse, and you both know it.

“Is that so?” He asks against your ear, his big body looming over yours while you try with all your might not to fall. Your legs are shaking so bad you are fearing you’re going to end up in a puddle on the floor at any moment. “I think you are lying. I think you like to go out without underwear. It makes your pussy wet to think someone could catch a glimpse because you are a dirty, dirty kitten.”

You try to respond to that. To tell him he’s wrong, but he uses his best advantage: his hand on your pussy. A single digit breaks in your wet heat and your legs shake under you, almost giving up. What comes out of your mouth is a muffled “Nghg” that makes him laugh.

“All fiery and bratty until I get my hand on your pussy. It’s like you have a remote control, the second I push the right buttons…” He curls his finger in the perfect angle to hit your G-spot and you whimper loudly. Your face is heating up with embarrassment, but that only makes your pussy wetter. It makes him laugh, as if he wasn’t probing that exact point.

“You are so mean,” you whisper more to yourself than to him.

But his monster hearing is way better than yours, so he leans down enough to kiss your lips softly. “Oh, but you like it, don’t you? You like that I’m finger-fucking this pretty pussy in the open. You love the idea that somebody could walk by and see your being my good little kitten.” You moan, your pussy clenching around his finger, and he takes it as an invitation to continue talking. “Of course you like it. You are such a nasty girl. And tell you what? Because you were slutty enough to not wear underwear… I’m going to fuck you right here. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be fucked like the filthy kitten you are.”

Your brain is melted inside your brain. You can’t process a response to his dirty words. You can only roll your hips and clench around him. He understands it as the green light it is, chuckling against your neck before pulling his hand away and making you moan, trying to get him to push his finger in again. He doesn’t, though.

His hands fly to your front and he pulls down your top, exposing your boobs to the cold air. Your nipples are so hard they could rival the hardness of his gargoyle skin. He sucks one on his mouth and you grab onto his horns like your life depends on it. His hands travel south, cupping your ass for a second before pulling your skirt up and groping your bare ass.

He hoists you up, your legs coming around his waist instantly. You’ve practiced this movement so many times, his dick is right where it needs to be before he thrusts forward and fills you to the brim. You both moan in unison, and he starts thrusting instantly. He’s so big, and you weren’t stretched enough, but the light pain of his dick inside of you is enough to make it better. So much better.

“I missed you so much,” he groans against your ear, his hands on your ass, bouncing you on his cock while you cover your mouth with your hand trying to suppress the filthy sounds. Not that it’s much help when your pussy is dripping wet and the slap of your skins together reverberates on the walls, amplifying every single sound.

You are beyond the point of caring, chasing your release with each roll of your hips. He’s so big, he’s hitting that hidden spot inside of you that drives you fucking wild with desire. So deep you can barely focus on anything else. He’s talking, and his words are probably deliciously filthy, but your ears are ringing, your adrenaline is at its all time high, and you can feel the orgasm approaching with all your body at once.

It hits you harder than the wall of bricks on your back, harder than your gargoyle boyfriend’s skin. It hits you all at once and throws you into a different dimension while you shake, mouth open in a silent scream as you clench around his shaft repeatedly.

Your boyfriend is not far behind. He growls, loud and unashamed while his thrusts become erratic and he empties himself deep inside of you. You are both panting, your whole body trembling with aftershocks while he kisses you everywhere he can reach.

By the time you are calm enough, you hear a fap fap sound. You turn to the side to see a sweet-looking minotaur, hand wrapped around his dick before he lets out a curse. He fumbles with his pants and runs away before you can say anything. Fuck, he definitely saw you getting pounded.