Fox reels back and throws all of his weight into a punch that lands soundly on Virgil's nose. Another sickening crack echoes off the trees. Virgil grunts and staggers backward with the force of the blow.
“Bastard,” he spits. “You're lucky we heal quickly, or I'd press charges and ruin your pathetic political career.”
“I'd like to see you try! The public hates you!” Fox laughs. He's breathing heavily.
Virgil's yells and his shoulders hunch. Fox does the same, both their bodies bubbling and cracking. I step back, covering my ears and screaming.
“What are you doing? Stop! Stop!”
They don't listen to me. They continue their transformation, their bodies twitching and expanding before contracting back into place. Their bodies aren't fully transformed when they charge at each other. Their chests slam together while fur grows on their nude and grotesque bodies.
Virgil slams Fox to the ground, but as they wrestle and scramble in the dirt I lose track of who each bear is. One bear swipes at the other's eye, who returns with a bite to the leg. They pull apart before slamming together in a horrible bear hug, roaring all the while.
One of the bears has his jaws nearing the other's throat, but then they pull away. One collapses to the ground, and they both transform back into humans again.
“Fine!” One yells, his mouth still distorted and half-beastial. “Fine, you can take her first! Your offspring will be weak and will die in the womb, no doubt.”
The one calling out the curse is Virgil, whose eye is rapidly healing but still bleeding. I gasp, starting to move towards him to help him, but Fox stops me.
“Come on, my love. Leave the loser to bleed.”
I don't want to leave him, but Fox puffs out his chest and takes my arm, pulling me close to him. His other arm slips under my knees, and he pulls me into his arms. I wrap mine around his shoulder, burying my face into his neck as he carries me through the woods.
I can smell the testosterone and adrenaline on him, in his sweat. He's limping, but he was the victor. He smells like victory and manliness. It's intoxicating.
Outside of the woods is car, which drives us to an airfield where a private jet is waiting for us. It's entirely black and shines like it's just been washed. A gust of wind whips through my hair.
“Are we flying on that?”
Fox nods and smiles. “I just bought this last month. You're going to love it.”
I wish my son was here to experience this with me. My heart aches for a moment, but then I snap back to the present when Fox grabs my butt cheek and pulls me up the stairs into the jet.
The inside is wider than I thought it would be. It's furnished with tables and couches, plus TVs built into the walls. Papers are strewn about one of the tables, which Fox scoops up and puts away into his briefcase.
The couches are covered in leather. As I sit in one, I lean my face against it and breathe in the earthy smell of it. “It's wonderful,” I sigh. A girl could get used to living this kind of life. Especially after being in the woods for so long.
“Miss?” A soft voice asks. I turn and find a woman dressed in a skimpy uniform holding out a glass of something bubbly for me. “Would you like some champagne?” Her blue eyes twinkle with a smile. I envy her cleavage, which balloons out of her tight top.
“Sure,” I whisper, taking the glass from her. She stands back up and walks to the back of the plane, behind a curtain. Fox sits next to me as two more men in suits and sunglasses steps into the plane as well.
Fox places his hand on my thigh. I giggle and blush, taking a sip of the bubbly champagne. Fox drinks his quickly, watching me with hunger in his eyes. Sometimes even in human form he reminds me of a bear.
I finish my drink, and then he takes the glass from my hand. He holds it up and then in one quick motion tosses it to the side. It doesn't break, but rolls on its side until it his the foot of one of the other men.
His hand goes under my chin and he tips my face up. I feel his breath on my face. My head feels light, so I close my eyes, and Fox pulls me in for a kiss. It's violent, hungry, more teeth than lips and with a lot of tongue.
“Ah,” I moan, pressing a hand against his chest. He pushes into me. His hand slips up my thighs and presses my mound.
Pulling away, he grumbles. “You make it hard to follow through on plans.”
“I'm sorry.”
He looks me up and down, gritting his teeth. “Undress. Completely.”
I do so, and stand before him completely nude. He stands up and fondles my breasts. His fingers pinch and roll my nipples. Then he brings me over to one of the chairs, bends me over, and rubs my cunt.
I sigh contentedly, laying against the chair as he plays with my genitals. It feels so nice. His hands are soft and he knows just where to press.
He takes his hand away and I hear him fumbling with his pants and belt, and in an instant he's pushing himself into me. I look up to see the air hostess is watching us, a hand down her skirt. Being viewed while being fucked is super hot.
I moan, and he answers with a grunt and a deep thrust. The plane begins to descend and makes my heart flutter, and right then Fox cums within me. I cum with him, gasping and moaning as I do. My cunt milks his cock of every last drop of his cum.
He pulls out. I turn around, looking for my clothes, but they have been replaced with a black dress. Fox hands me a towel.
“Clean yourself up. I'm going to show you my house.”
The house is a mansion, but it's not gigantic. It's tastefully decorated, with more of a zen feel than anything else. Most of the walls are bare and few of the surfaces are covered.
I'm given a quick tour of the outside gardens before I'm ushered inside. Fox slaps my ass as I go through the back door. I answer with a yelp and a giggle.
Inside, I find another man. He's handsome and sharp looking, younger than Fox. He's taller, too, with a round German jaw. His brown hair is cut short, like he's in the military. Or was.
“This, my dear, is my opponent in this year's election. And with the help of your cunt, he's willing to throw the race for me. Of course, I had to pay him quite a bit as well, but when I told him I had found the best cunt in the world... well, he had to have a taste.”
“She looks as intoxicating as your said, Fox.” The man's eyes gleam. “If she feels as you said, then we'll have a deal.”
“Well, have at her, Eric,” Fox answers lazily.
The man picks up scissors from the table where he was standing and comes towards me.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
I back away until I bump into the wall. Squeezing my eyes shut, I whimper. I hear a snip, snip, and my dress falls to the ground. Brand new. I didn't even get to wear it for an hour.
Then the same happens to my bra, and my panties. Eric's hand presses against my head and pushes me down. I look up at him. He seems to expect something from me. I improvise. Taking his pants in my hand, I pull them down. His boxers, too. He smells good, like aftershave. And his pubic hair is neatly trimmed.
He presses my head towards his already stiff cock. He discovers quickly that I have no gag reflex, which makes him grunt his approval. I suck on his length with varying strength, licking his shaft too. His balls, big and heavy, slap against my chin slightly each time he pushes himself into my mouth.
“Fuck, I'm going to cum soon.”
“What? But you haven't even fucked her yet.” Fox pulls Eric away from me. A bit of spit connects me to his cock until it's stretched too far. I pout up at the two older men. “Stand up.”
I can't disobey Fox, of course. So I stand up, avoiding eye contact. I stare at the floor, instead, my large breasts in my view. My nipples are stiff.
With a quick motion, Eric swings my feet away from the floor and holds me in his arms! I expected him to be strong, but I am kind of large. It's a surprise to be suddenly in his arms. My stomach flutters and my breath catches in my throat.
“Bedroom,” Eric grunts. Fox leads the way, up a set of stairs. A door is opened and I am thrown roughly onto Fox's large bed.
Eric's hands grab a handful of my breasts, kneading them. He's rough with me. Tweaking my nipples between his fingers, I arch my back in response.
God. He knows all the right ways to touch me.
Eric's mouth latches onto my breast. His tongue dances against my skin, teasing my nipple with its rough but wet surface. With his lips gently pressing into my breast with each suckle of his mouth, he makes me squirm under him. His tongue lashes at the most sensitive part of my tit.
Small pseudo-orgasms start to ripple through my body. His hand presses against my other breast, pulling at the nipple. His teeth graze my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I gasp.
The bed moves. Looking down, I see that Fox is joining us on the bed, his eyes wild with lust. His hand runs up my thigh. Eric crawls closer to me, between my legs while spreading my knees. He has a perfect view of my pussy.
Pulling them apart with two fingers, Eric blows softly against my clit. I lay my head back down. This feels so good. Fox kisses my breasts while Eric pays attention to my pussy more. They're both using my body for their pleasure.
One of Eric's soft fingers runs down the velvety inside of my pussy lips. He strokes each side, gently. Then he presses ever so softly against my sensitive nub. With his fingers swirling and alternating pressure, I moan and squirm.
He suddenly buries his face in my cunt. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, he dives in and sucks my clit into his mouth. His lips knead my clitoris.