I do as I'm told. Happily.
Shifter Impregnation 2
The Bear Politician's Baby
Wren Winter
Pressing my hand against my son's cheek, I feel an immense swelling of pride. I only gave birth to the boy, who I've named Brent, three months ago and already he's walking and using a primitive forms of sign language. He can say “Mommy,” and he does so often.
I don't know why he's growing so fast. I wish he wouldn't. I wanted to savor his youngest days, and I want to always dote on him.
None of the werebears have been by since they dropped me off here. My only human interaction has been with three other woman who are caring for their own cubs. From them, there are three boys and six girls. They're all aging as quickly as Brent.
Here, of course, is a cave in the woods where I was first chased by Fox, Virgil and Billy. While it isn't the location I would choose to raise children, it's warm enough. Sometimes, when it rains, it gets damp. It is also prone to spider infestations, disgusting and big brown ones with furry legs. Yech.
Though the men haven't returned, every morning there is fresh fish waiting for us outside. When I'm bored, I wander the woods. I feel safer, since I'm protected by three kings of the trees.
I miss them, though.
One of the women, Yolandi, told me that she has only seen the men for breeding sessions. When I asked if the men were kind to her, she only shrugged and said that they're neither kind or unkind. They come here to do what they must, and then they leave.
From my night of passion with them, that doesn't make sense to me. Yolandi is beautiful. Her skin is dark, darker than the bark on the trees in these woods. I'm envious of her full lips and her fuller lips, and when I watched her breastfeed her youngest child I was jealous of her breasts as well.
“Mommy,” Brent says, taking my hand off his face. He kisses it, his big brown eyes watching me. Sometimes, I wonder if my son can read my mind.
I hope not. It's so often occupied with thoughts of being impregnated. I'm feeling that deep, primal urge. Ever since Brent self-weaned from my tit, I have been craving another child. It's not just me being horny and craving the cock. I crave cum, deep within me. I crave the swelling belly. I crave to have life growing within me once again.
Brent's head whips towards the entrance of the cave. The sudden movement from my son puts me on edge. Dropping my hand, he runs out into the fading sunlight.
“Brent!” I yell, reaching but failing to grab him and pull him close. “Come back!” I chase after him, my bare feet stumbling on the uneven stony floor.
Out of the cave's darkness, I strain my eyes and see my son standing with his back to me. I gasp and grab him, dropping to my knee to pull him close. “Never, ever run into the woods like that! You never know what could-”
Fox is standing before us.
“Mommy,” Brent says, his voice quizzical. He turns to me and moves his hands, using sign language to ask, “who?”
“Go back inside,” I say. I gently push him towards the entrance, worry making my eyebrows sore.
“Billy's genetics are so strong,” Fox says, watching my boy as he runs clumsily back into the safety of our home. “How are you two getting on out here?”
“F-fine,” I reply, crossing my arms and blushing. My mind accuses me of summoning this politician with my dirty thoughts. Maybe he smelled my heat and came for me.
“And the others? Are they treating you kindly?”
I nod.
“Good. You're being quiet, though. Have you forgotten the fun we had?” He steps up to me, touching my chin lightly with his hand. I shudder and instinctively move closer to him. Of course I haven't forgotten. I'll never forget.
Yolandi steps out of the cave. “Jessabelle? Brent looks shaken up.” She stops when she sees Fox, then falls to her knees. She crawls over to him, and when she reaches him she strokes his leg. “Fox, please,” she begs. I can hear her breathing hard. Her skin is flushing. She nuzzles his leg with her head. “Please take me again. Let me have another of your babies.”
“Not this time, my dear,” Fox says. He never takes his eyes off of me. What's this all about? Why is he turning down Yolandi for me? “You're not yet ready for breeding.”
“Noooo,” she whines. He steps away from her. She prostrates herself on the ground, bowing to Fox as if he were a god. “I'm ready, I beg of you! You haven't left my mind yet!”
“Jessabelle, Yolandi will watch Brent while you and I take a stroll through the woods.” Fox juts his arm out. I feel conflicted, wanting to stand up to Yolandi but at the same time so desperately ready to be bred again. In the end, my basic instincts win out and I take his arm, swooning as he leads me deeper into the trees. Soon, any thought of Yolandi is gone.
“How is Brent, Jessabelle?” Fox's voice is polite, but it seems to be veiling a hidden emotion. Jealousy, maybe.
Pride swells. “He's amazing. He's growing so fast, he's already walking and kind of talking. I taught him sign language to help with his terrible twos stage, and so far it has really helped with his mood.”
“Oh? Where did you learn sign language?”
“My grandmother was born deaf, so I learn at an early age.”
Fox nods as he navigates me around a fallen tree. “You are full of surprises, aren't you? Well, I suppose it's obvious to you, but werebears have accelerated growth, up until what is equivalent to a human of 10 years old. When Brent reaches that point, his growth will slow and eventually become matched up with human growth.
“It should also be obvious to you that I am here to sweep you off your feet and take you back to my home in DC. I have a surprise for you there, one even better than a simple breeding.”
“Oh? What is it?” I ask.
He chuckles, patting my arm. “You'll just have to wait and find out. I have to say, though,” he stops and pulls me close. Burying his face into my neck, he sniffs hard. “I can smell your heat on you. You've healed and you're fertile. I bet you've been dreaming about us.”
I say nothing. I just look to the ground, my face burning hot.
“Tell me one of your fantasies, one that you had with me.”
“Oh, I can't!” I whine. “It's to embarrassing!”
Fox's hand wraps around my slender throat. “Did I give the impression you had a choice?”
The violence makes me melt. I almost want to fight with him more so that he'll keep his hands wrapped around me.
“One of my fantasies,” I rasp. He lets go of my throat so that I can continue. Taking a moment, I build up all the courage I can and look right into his eyes. “Is that you would tie me up to a bed, and hit me and use me. In my dreams, you're slapping my pussy and my face, and choking me harder than you did just now.”
Fox sets his jaw. I can see my words having an effect on him. No doubt testosterone is coursing through his body, now.
“God, I've never met a woman like you.” He pinches my nipple through my thin shirt, a plain shirt left in the cave for me a few nights ago. “You're mine, this time. I'm going to fuck you so rough, you won't be able to sit straight for days. And the best part is, twins run in my family. I hope you get stuck with two of my babies, you dumb slut.”
Hnng. Being called dirty names totally does it for me. I pant, my stomach tightening with excitement. I don't know if I can handle more than one cub at a time, but I'm willing to go through anything to get fucked again.
While walking back to the cave, Fox tells me dirty things and calls me dirty names. He is well versed in verbally abusing women when they need it, and I just lap it all up. I don't know when it happened, but I have become a real slut.
“You!” A growling deep voice bellows. Virgil pounds out of the dark cave and run towards Fox, his fist balled and his whole body tense. “Get away from her! She's mine this time!”
Virgil attempts to throw a punch at Fox, but Fox easily dodges it. Even though he's got more mass on his body, Fox is surprisingly fast. “Now, now, Virgil. No need to resort to violence.” Even as he says this, though, Fox seems to be raising his hackles. Both men are giving off a threatening aura. I back away and watch them.
“It's my right, you bastard! It's my right to take her first! It's bad enough Billy got to breed her first. I killed her mate, I get first fuck!” Virgil lunges at Fox again. Another miss.
My mate? I had completely forgotten! They killed my boyfriend before taking me. I dig deep, trying to find outrage or some kind of emotional response to this, but nothing is there. I remember the blood, the metallic scent of it.
I want to be furious, but there is no fury in me. Just devotion to these men. The violence only heightens that devotion. Am I becoming an animal myself? Wooed by flashy displays of masculinity and violence?
But, fuck, Virgil looks sexy with sweat dripping down his forehead and his body tensed and ready for a fight. His hair is slicked back, so that he looks like one of the bad boys in Grease except in a suit.
Both of these men want me? They are both fighting for me, to claim me? A visceral sort of thrill runs through my body. Am I really that desirable? That sexy?
“Fuck you, Virgil!” Fox yells, shortly after Virgil's fist pounds against his jaw. His bones crack, but he heals quickly. It's sort of disgusting to watch, actually, as his bones snap back into place.
“Come on, you like sloppy seconds. I know you do,” Virgil mocks. “What's wrong with sloppy thirds?”