#gn witch

That’s why, when the witch left the cabinet door open, he snapped at them, telling them to act like a fucking normal person. He saw the flash of hurt crossing their eyes and felt bad immediately. He felt like shit because it wasn’t their fault that he was so frustrated, he was just a perverted old bear living with the two best looking creatures that he might or might not want to rail until they were crying.

“Okay, daddy, calm down,” they told him, trying to make a joke about it. It didn’t make him feel any better.

Something inside of him, that had been dormant for the longest time, woke at that moment. “What did you just call me?” The edge of danger was right there, under the surface. They didn’t know what that meant for him, what that word did to him...

“It was a joke! Chill, dude.” You told him, trying to diffuse the situation. He ground his teeth together so hard it could be heard, making you nervous. They stared at you in silence, and a big smile grew in your pretty face. “Or maybe it wasn’t… Did you like it? Do you like when we call you daddy?” He grunted and you smirked. Caught. Fuck. “Do you want to punish us, daddy?” The innuendo in your voice made his blood boil and his dick to get as hard as marble. He grunted and you smirked bigger.

He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked between you two, his ears twitching on the top of his head. “Please, don’t do this to me.” He was suffering, trying not to be a pervert but wanting nothing else but to take you two on a bear-ride.

“What are we doing, daddy?” The witch said, equally smug and teasing. Approaching you slowly, and kissing the side of your neck, his hand traveling behind you and groping your ass. You groaned and he grunted, his dick getting even harder, already leaking. You two were playing with him and good goddess if he didn’t want to be played with. He wanted that more than anything else.

“You are starting something you don’t want to finish, behave yourselves.” He tried, but the smirk in your faces was very clear. Fuck, he was in big trouble.

“Who said we don’t want to finish it?” You asked, slowly approaching his big body. He felt massive in front of you, so tall that he had to look down when you were close to him. So close he could feel the heat of your body as you slowly touched his furry chest, caressing him, feeling him up and squeezing his big pecs.

“What?” He asked, confused as fuck.

The witch approached, too. Repeating the same movements and caressing his chest. They were bolder, so when they pinched his nipple, he groaned loudly, creating a butterfly effect and making both the witch and you to groan in response. The air was filled with sexual energy, saturated with it. To the point that you could almost touch it, taste it.

“I said what I said,” you told him, your hand rubbing over his other nipple.

He looked at you two in front of him, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Are you sure?” Your heart beating so fast he could hear it.

“Yes, daddy.” Your witch partner said at the same time you let out a soft: “We want to make you feel better, daddy.”

He pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at you squirming before him. “On your knees,” he ordered. You two almost tripped trying to fall to the ground as fast as possible. You looked sinful there, between his legs. And when he took his dick out, you two groaned, he was so fucking big. He looked good enough to eat. “So, I’m going to tell you how this is going to be, okay?” You two nodded, eager already. “I’m going to fuck your smart mouth.” He pointed at the witch. “And you are going to lick my balls.” You nodded eagerly, so aroused, your brain felt like underwater. “And then you’ll switch. So you both get what you deserve… a nice dick down your throat. Is that right?”

“Yes,” you said in unison.

“Yes, what?” He asked, looking down at you two like you were a gift from the heavens.

You two blushed and nodded slowly. “Yes, daddy.” A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine as he took the witch hair between his fingers and pulled softly.

You saw how your witch partner took him in their mouth, slowly bobbing up and down until they were fully settled inside. There were tears pooling at the corner of their eyes as the were-bear guided his movements, deep and steady, getting they breathe just enough to not faint. It was the best show you’d ever seen.

You were mesmerized by the movement of your partner’s head, their stretched mouth over his dick… He caressed your cheek and you looked up at him, questioning. He crocked and eyebrow, and you realized he gave you an order earlier. You blinked and launched for his balls instantly. You licked and sucked and, if his grunts and moans over your head were any indication, you two were doing a fantastic job at it.

“Switch,” he ordered.

He grabbed your hair next, his hand imposing but soft, his claws scratching your scalp in the best way possible as you took the tip of his cock in your mouth. He pressed your head down slowly, so slowly. He didn’t let you go faster, he was the one in charge and you could just wait and see what he did next.

He started easy, bobbing your head up and down but not too far, not too harsh… But at one particular good suck, he cried out and started going at it like a madman (or a mad-bear?). He fucked your face like a piston as you groaned and moaned, your partner’s face under yours, sucking his balls like they were his favorite snack.

The filthy sounds of sex were getting into your head and making you dizzy with desire. “Touch yourselves,” he said.

You pulled your head back until his dick was free. “But this is about you,” you said, your eyes teary after he hit the back of your throat multiple times. You looked like a mess, and it was driving him insane.

“It wasn’t a request, it was an order,” his authoritative voice did something to you two because next thing he knew both of you had your hands in your pants and were looking at him like he hung the moon. And good goddess if that wasn’t the best thing he had ever seen.

The two of you on your knees in front of him, face messy with saliva and tears and touching yourselves for him. He was on edge already just with that image. He grabbed your hair again and you opened your mouth, getting him to the back of your throat in one go. “Good, so good.” He chanted over you, making you grind your hips into your hand, so close.

He pulled your head back and grabbed your partner’s hair, holding you two close but away from his dick. He stared at you there, teary, messy and completely fucked out. He grunted, “come for me, now.” Just like if he clicked a button, you two came apart right there, kneeling on the floor between his legs.

When you came down from your orgasms, he asked, “look at me. Open your mouths, I want to paint you two like mine. I want to mark you.” His tone was feral, his fangs showing.

You groaned and your partner nodded eagerly, their mouth already close to the tip of his dick and their tongue out. You mimicked them, feeling naughty. He jerked his dick over your tongues, grunting and pulling at your hair like it was grounding him to earth. He came with a shout, warm cum hitting your tongues and making you groan. You kissed, sharing his come and making him groan like it pained to see you being naughty in front of him.

“We should do that again, daddy,” You told him, chuckling with a gravely voice, your throat sore.

“Yes, please,” your witchy partner agreed, their face completely pink.