Werebear

Journey

“The seeker may begin his journey.” I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but I was sure I would find out soon enough. After more than two weeks of self-denial, being released from captivity had made my cock instantly hard. It remained erect throughout the ritual and was ready to go when she gave me the green light. I glanced behind me briefly before beginning and took in the line of men. Like me, they were also already hard. I suppose even one week of self-denial can do that to you. I wondered how long this would take. It was not going to take me long to cum, once I was inside, and if they were all going to take turns this could take all day. Besides, I wasn’t sure I could handle fifteen to twenty dicks one right after the other, and some of them were pretty big too. Everyone seemed to be working on instinct rather than instruction at this point, so I decided to trust the process. I really had no other option, but as I lifted Twinkle-toes’ ankles to my shoulders and leaned forward to give him my dick, I decided to relax and trust the men who surrounded me.

Using spit as lube, I positioned myself against his sphincter and began to apply gentle pressure. Before I was in, I felt Starlight’s slick dick searching for my back entrance, but before he could find it, I felt Twinkle-Toe’s ass suck my dick in, and everything went dark.

I was not unconscious, at least I didn’t think I was. I was in darkness and I couldn’t feel anything solid around me. Neither could I sense up or down or front or back. It was as if I were a sphere and every direction represented forward while at the same time representing backwards. There were no reference points, just endless emptiness, and silence. I began to understand why having an anchor was necessary, but at the moment, I couldn’t feel any sort of tether or connection.

As I adjusted to the new reality I was facing, I remembered my task. I tried to call out to Twinkle-Toes, but found I had no voice. I realized that I had no body at all. Still I willed myself to call his name, to visualize him, to project my longing for him into the void that surrounded me. I used every bit of energy I could muster, willing infinity to carry my need for him into the interminable blankness. I remembered the night we rescued Twinkle-Toes from the harem. How Stephan had pushed me to acknowledge my love for him and own my anger and grief at losing him. He had told me that this was my greatest strength, that it was strong enough to overcome the spirit of vengeance and his master, justice. But he had thought that I would be facing the beast. This was different. There was no great enemy here, just emptiness. I didn’t know if it would do any good, but I focused on the feelings I had in the car that night. I pulled up all the passion and rage, the helplessness and sorrow. I allowed them to fill me and again called for my beloved.

For an instant I thought I felt a tremor, as if the nothingness had been disturbed, but I could see or hear nothing. I did it again. Nothing. And again. Still nothing. I continued until I had lost count. In the emptiness I had no sense of time and began to wonder how long I had actually been here. Had it been an hour yet? It could have been many hours by now, or even days. I had no way of telling. Certainly, the new moon had set by now, and still no tether, no beacon, nothing to help me find my way out. But most discouraging, there was no sign of Twinkle-Toes. My hope began to fade, and I started to face the possibility that I could remain lost here forever. Hoping against hope, I continued to call, but the emptiness pressed in, tempting me to stop. It would be so easy. Nothing else was moving, there was clearly no hope. I could just become still and relax into the void, becoming numb and feeling nothing. It took more and more energy to touch the feelings of my embodied life. It felt so distant, as if it were eons ago. This was my new reality, a comfortable oblivion.

I continued to struggle to hold onto the memories of my life, but they were all slipping away. It was as if I were evaporating, slowly I forgot my childhood, my friends, the homes I had lived in. They were all gone. All I had left was one vestige, one shining memory. It was a single kiss, the most tender and loving kiss I had known, but who’s was the face that went with it? I knew his name. Why couldn’t I remember? I held to that memory with everything I had. It was the whole universe now. Without it I would cease to be. The name didn’t matter, but the man did. I focused on his face, his beautiful nameless face. Then I saw it. I think I did, anyways. It was lost in a sea of faces, but I recognized it, even from a distance. Where had these faces come from? I recognized a couple of them, but I didn’t know who they were either. I swam to the first face, the one that drew me like a magnet. He did not seem to recognize me, but he moved towards me as well. I called to him, without a voice, without a name, just the core of my being longing with all I had to be with him.

When we finally touched, I felt his emptiness. Like me, everything was gone except for one image, one memory, the memory of that same kiss, but with my face behind it. This memory bound us together tighter than any embrace could. We both held to it, and to each other, with a tenacity that could not be broken. In that moment I was overjoyed. I would have been content to stay there with him for eternity. All my needs were now fulfilled.

As we clung to each other, a distant light pierced the darkness. I felt drawn to it with an irresistible force. It was calling to me, to us. I saw a faint strand, nothing more than a thread, extending from the light and pulling us towards it. We held tight to each other, as the other faces faded behind us and the light drew closer. We had no sensation of moving, rather it seemed everything around us moved while we remained stationary. The light was almost blinding now. It grew larger and larger and the thread showed itself to be a chain. It extended towards me growing longer, link by link. Soon there was only room for one more link before it reached me.

When that final link appeared, I felt myself explode. The memories came flooding back and I was in the stone circle, in mid orgasm. As I filled Twinkle-Toes, I felt his body spasming too. I watched as his eyes rolled back and he gasped and moaned in pleasure. He shot a load all over his chest, then breathing heavily, he met my eyes and smiled.

“I knew you’d find me.” He was back, and himself again.

I leaned forward to kiss him, but Sniff stopped me. “One more thing.” He had a rag ready and used it to wipe up twinkle-Toes’ cum. “This isn’t what it seems.” He was very careful not to allow any of the cum to touch his skin, and once he had it all, he threw the rag into a fire.

Immediately Stephan doubled over and began to transform. Within seconds the bear stood before us, enraged and potent. “It’s not that easy, old man.” He grabbed Sniff, pulling his face close and said in a calm controlling voice, “You’ll be first, then I’ll take them all. You’ve been wasting your time.” I saw Sniff’s eyes begin to glaze over as he fell under the bear’s control.

I was shocked. I thought the bear couldn’t appear unless the moon was full. I thought we had broken his power. What was going on? I looked around and no one was moving. They all seemed to have succumbed to his will and his pheromones. Everyone was still naked so I imagined it wouldn’t take him long to get through us all, and I imagined that Twinkle-Toes and I would be next, after Sniff.

To my surprise, Twinkle-toes stood up and went to face the beast. “Put him down!” His voice carried an authority that surprised even me. He had no fear, even though he was almost a foot shorter than the bear and carried only about a third of his bulk.

The bear laughed at him. “I’ll get to you little man, and you’ll regret having betrayed me.”

Twinkle-toes was unphased by his snarling dismissal. Continuing to advance on the beast, he said in an even tone, “You don’t seem to understand. I am in charge now.” He raised one hand and snapped his fingers. The bear’s hold over everyone was broken instantly. Most of the men scrambled to put some distance between themselves and the beast, while sniff began struggling wildly. Maintaining Eye contact with the beast, Twinkle-Toes continued his slow advance and softly repeated, “I am in charge now.”

Dropping Sniff, the beast let out a mighty roar and charged towards Twinkle-toes, who calmly continued his steady steps forward. The bear halted just a few steps from Twinkle-Toes, astonishment in his eyes. “you cannot hurt me. You cannot hurt any of these men. You are nothing.” Twinkle-toes still moved forward, and reaching out one finger, poking the bear in the chest, and pushing him back. The bear stepped back, once again roaring with fury.

Twinkle-Toes continued to advance, forcing the bear further into retreat. When he finally stopped, he reached up and grabbed the bear by the chin, forcing his face down to be even with his own. “Never forget that you could not hold me. Never forget that I know how to overpower you. Never forget that I am strong enough to, not only free myself, but take all your other slaves with me.” He held him there for a long moment until he sensed the bears will falter, then shaking the bear’s face, he continued, “Isn’t that right?” When the bear didn’t answer, he tightened his grip, pulling the bear’s face closer and glaring into his eyes, “Isn’t it?!”

The bear nodded his assent, but Twinkle-Toes wasn’t done. “I want to hear it!”

The bear swallowed and uttered a faint, “Yes.”

“You can do better.”

“Yes.” It was slightly louder.

“Good, but it’s yes SIR!”

The bear growled, and I thought he might attack, but he simply replied, “Yes sir.”

Twinkle-toes held his face for a moment longer before dismissing him. “That’s better. Now, you should not be here, should you?" Alewidne, who had disentangled herself from the tree as this was transpiring, stepped up and touched the bear on the forehead. He instantly shrank and Stephan was restored.

He seemed dazed, and looking at the wise woman, he asked, “What happened?”

“Forgive me, child,” she apologized. “I had to loosen my grip on the beast while we helped guide the beloved and the seeker out of the abyss. His rage at having his cum burned gave him the strength to break free, but I am once again keeping him bound to the full moon.”

“His cum?” I finally found my voice. But that came out of Twinkle-Toes, I saw it.”

“Yes,” she smiled at me. “But it was not his. It was the cum the bear planted in him two weeks ago. It was what kept him tied to the bear. Once his soul was free, he was able to expel it from his body. It still carried potency and could have enslaved anyone who touched it. It had to be destroyed.

“And I almost licked it up. I guess it’s good I didn’t.”

She laughed, “Yes, it’s good you didn’t.”

“But wait. Does that mean the bear can still enslave men to his will?” I was confused. “I thought Twinkle-Toes broke him of that power.”

“He broke the power he had over his slaves, yes, but he could not fundamentally change who the bear is. By releasing the slaves, he greatly diminished the bear’s strength. Without slaves to feed his lust, his ability to control men can now be held in check. It will take great effort and commitment, and it will require the cooperation of Stephan, but anyone could do it now.”

She turned to Stephan, and placing her hand on his cheek, she said, “I will visit you again before the next full moon. I know you have many questions. I will answer them all.” Then turning to Twinkle-Toes and me, she smiled. “You may have doubted in the abyss but know that you share a love that few could match. It will grow stronger with time if you let it. It is that love as strong as death that is often imagined, but seldom seen. Treasure it.”

With that she moved back to the tree, walked into it as if it were an open door, and was gone.