Snow White And The Three Werebears: Part One (A BBW Paranormal Menage Romance) by Topaz Jones
Authors: Topaz Jones
Tags: General Fiction
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Chapter One
The history of Grizzlyville is filled with legends of werebears - lewd tales of forest-dwelling young men who shapeshift into wild animals and debauch unsuspecting local maidens every summer. Today, despite these myths being supposedly debunked, many Grizzlyville locals still partake in the annual Litha Festival Bear Hunt, where male bears are culled in their hundreds. --- Grizzlyville Gazette, June 18
Snowanna-Jane snapped the local newspaper shut and threw it across the room in disgust. The ignorance of her fellow Grizzlyville citizens frustrated her, especially when it came to the killing of innocent bears. She sighed, stretching out her naked body under the light cotton sheets of her bed.
Despite the cool, evening breeze drifting in through the bedroom window, she was unbearably hot. Hot for werebears, she chuckled to herself, picking up her e-reader from her bedside table. After scrolling through her extensive library of erotic romance, she settled on a favorite naughty tale of dominant werebears, who loved curvy women. Snow sighed as she lost herself in the familiar words. If only fantasy could turn into reality…
***
...Her legs were parted by a large, furry paw. Snow shivered in anticipation and her eyes fluttered open, but she couldn’t see anything in the dim light. A large, warm tongue teased along her thigh, first one leg, and then the other. Snow shook with desire as that wicked, rough tongue rasped on her delicate skin. After teasing and nibbling her sensitive inner thighs, it moved up to drag along her damp slit and Snow screamed in delight. Her hands clutched the sheets in fists as the tongue’s owner feasted on her pussy like it was a pot of honey.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.” She moaned, as the rough tongue pushed its way inside her, plundering her with its rough intensity. Thick, silky hair chafed against her sensitive legs, as her pussy quivered under the relentless stroking. “Please, I can’t take any more!” she panted, begging for mercy while her hips bucked, urging him on.
“You can and you will.” A gruff male voice whispered in her ear. She gasped as the man captured her breasts in his hands, spiraling his tongue over one aching nipple, and then the next.
“Who are -” she began to ask, but his mouth blocked her question, his lips plundering hers as he gathered her upper body against his broad chest, her breasts squashed painfully against his pectoral muscles.
Discomfort was soon forgotten, as Snow’s pussy was again captured by the rough tongue and she bucked helplessly, pushing her hips towards it with almost animal-like strength. The man kissing her mouth chuckled, and Snow felt the reverberations through her body, tingles extending down to where the other tongue was plundering her opening.
“You’re made for us. Let us take you.” She heard him grunt possessively, as she hovered on the edge of ecstasy. Without mercy they both pushed her over the edge, and just before she passed out from her explosive orgasm, Snow opened her eyes to see the dark shape of an enormous bear head between her thighs.
Chapter Two
The next morning, Snowanna-Jane White strolled through the wildflower meadow, her generous breasts bouncing, and her thoughts happy as she planned for the upcoming village fair. Her jars of honey and bottles of honey mead were fast-gaining a reputation amongst the locals of Grizzlyville as an amazing elixir with mystical qualities.
Although Snow (as she’d been nicknamed by her Papa) didn’t believe the fantastical tales her customers reported, she was proud of the delicious products her adored bees had produced. And Snow’s finances were finally, finally, looking healthier after years of struggle, nursing her ill father and supporting her ungrateful stepmother.
She snapped off a daisy and held it up to the sun. “Here’s to you dear Papa. Oh how I wish you were here to see this.” A pang of
The history of Grizzlyville is filled with legends of werebears - lewd tales of forest-dwelling young men who shapeshift into wild animals and debauch unsuspecting local maidens every summer. Today, despite these myths being supposedly debunked, many Grizzlyville locals still partake in the annual Litha Festival Bear Hunt, where male bears are culled in their hundreds. --- Grizzlyville Gazette, June 18
Snowanna-Jane snapped the local newspaper shut and threw it across the room in disgust. The ignorance of her fellow Grizzlyville citizens frustrated her, especially when it came to the killing of innocent bears. She sighed, stretching out her naked body under the light cotton sheets of her bed.
Despite the cool, evening breeze drifting in through the bedroom window, she was unbearably hot. Hot for werebears, she chuckled to herself, picking up her e-reader from her bedside table. After scrolling through her extensive library of erotic romance, she settled on a favorite naughty tale of dominant werebears, who loved curvy women. Snow sighed as she lost herself in the familiar words. If only fantasy could turn into reality…
***
...Her legs were parted by a large, furry paw. Snow shivered in anticipation and her eyes fluttered open, but she couldn’t see anything in the dim light. A large, warm tongue teased along her thigh, first one leg, and then the other. Snow shook with desire as that wicked, rough tongue rasped on her delicate skin. After teasing and nibbling her sensitive inner thighs, it moved up to drag along her damp slit and Snow screamed in delight. Her hands clutched the sheets in fists as the tongue’s owner feasted on her pussy like it was a pot of honey.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.” She moaned, as the rough tongue pushed its way inside her, plundering her with its rough intensity. Thick, silky hair chafed against her sensitive legs, as her pussy quivered under the relentless stroking. “Please, I can’t take any more!” she panted, begging for mercy while her hips bucked, urging him on.
“You can and you will.” A gruff male voice whispered in her ear. She gasped as the man captured her breasts in his hands, spiraling his tongue over one aching nipple, and then the next.
“Who are -” she began to ask, but his mouth blocked her question, his lips plundering hers as he gathered her upper body against his broad chest, her breasts squashed painfully against his pectoral muscles.
Discomfort was soon forgotten, as Snow’s pussy was again captured by the rough tongue and she bucked helplessly, pushing her hips towards it with almost animal-like strength. The man kissing her mouth chuckled, and Snow felt the reverberations through her body, tingles extending down to where the other tongue was plundering her opening.
“You’re made for us. Let us take you.” She heard him grunt possessively, as she hovered on the edge of ecstasy. Without mercy they both pushed her over the edge, and just before she passed out from her explosive orgasm, Snow opened her eyes to see the dark shape of an enormous bear head between her thighs.
Chapter Two
The next morning, Snowanna-Jane White strolled through the wildflower meadow, her generous breasts bouncing, and her thoughts happy as she planned for the upcoming village fair. Her jars of honey and bottles of honey mead were fast-gaining a reputation amongst the locals of Grizzlyville as an amazing elixir with mystical qualities.
Although Snow (as she’d been nicknamed by her Papa) didn’t believe the fantastical tales her customers reported, she was proud of the delicious products her adored bees had produced. And Snow’s finances were finally, finally, looking healthier after years of struggle, nursing her ill father and supporting her ungrateful stepmother.
She snapped off a daisy and held it up to the sun. “Here’s to you dear Papa. Oh how I wish you were here to see this.” A pang of
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