Mastertank1
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My first fanfic.
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Underworld; Fifteen Years Later
By Mastertank1
The renewed war with the Lykens was winding down. Ten of the major Lyken clans had been all but exterminated. Only three still retained any significant fighting forces, and there was a plan to end that situation.
Selene, the Moon Lady, was the field commander of one of the three death dealer combat units of her clan of Vampires, now known as the House Of Marcus. She was a lovely, 300 year old Vampire. She still had the physical appearance of the twenty two year old beauty she had been when she was first ‘brought over’. Raven haired, blue eyed, fair complected, lithe and athletic, she was a striking vision in her zippered and snapped black leather catsuit.
After her involvement in actions that had started the Lyken enemy on the road to final defeat, she had been given time off. Selene had been vacationing in the Greek islands when she had suddenly been called back to Paris.
The Lyken had come up with something new. Over the course of ten days, one or two major death dealer combat units had been destroyed each day. The total was now seventeen units gone. Three of the Vampire clans had only household guards left.
The recall had been sent out when one of the lesser clans was attacked in it’s own household, it’s guards and last combat strike unit destroyed and all its noncombatants either killed or missing. That took place on the eleventh day of the disaster. That was yesterday, and now Selene was back.
Marcus had placed Selene in charge of the only surviving death dealer command of his house, and also the trainees of the two new units the house was forming. Because so little was known of the change in Lyken technique, Selene has decided to go on the defensive. She would keep all the fighters close to home to defend the house. Foraging would take place only in large, well armed parties, and even that would be avoided when possible.
These days, there was a vast trade in kidnapped or lured young women from all of Eastern Europe into the west. The slavers who sold them didn’t care who the buyers were, as long as they paid in real money. Even if they had believed that they were now selling girls by the dozens and scores to a Vampire clan to be used as meat cattle, the slavers would have gone through with the transactions; they were utterly amoral.
Selene had been given her old chambers back. She now sat at the work desk in her den, gazing out the window at Paris in the rain. She had just finished reading the reports on all the calamities. The attack on the household of a minor clan had been the last one.
Even as an experienced leader of death dealers, she shuddered. The few fighters who remained to that clan had been found, literally torn to bits. Similar remains had been found at the other suspected battle sites. Most of the fighters in those units had simply vanished, as had all the noncombatants of the now wiped out minor clan.
Selene was racking her brain. The Lyken were simply not strong enough as individuals to do that kind of damage to Vampires, especially not to trained death dealers. Perhaps they had developed some kind of new tactics, with three or four Lyken fighters dismembering one Vampire? But that would require superior numbers, and the Lyken were now vastly outnumbered by their Vampire foes!
Selene’s fevered musings were rudely interrupted; another lesser house was under attack! South and slightly east of Paris, in the French city of Lyon, the fortified stronghold of another Vampire clan which had lost all it’s death dealer units had been penetrated, and fighting was going on in the corridors and tunnels.
Selene reacted with lightning speed; she ordered all death dealers on the premises into battle harness, and they all loaded into a flotilla of Osprey vertical takeoff and landing transport aircraft. Other death dealer units were on the way from clan strongholds in Marseilles on the French Riviera, Genoa in northern Italy, Basle in Switzerland and Munich in southern Germany. All units would jump from hovering aircraft and join the fight on arrival.
The Parisian unit from the House Of Marcus was first to arrive. The Ospreys descended to 100 feet in hover mode, and Selene led her 87 fighters in jumping to the ground. They were in communication with the defenders of the Lyon House, who were still fighting in the lower level tunnels and halls.
Entering the Lyon House, Selene’s troops ran headlong into a trap. There were only about half as many Lyken fighters as Vampire death dealers, and the Vampires should have won easily, but something was terribly wrong.
One of every three Lyken was huge; far, far too large to be normal Lyken. They were four, five or six times the size of the usual Lyken, and every blow from one of those immense paws tore a Vampire apart. The giants were skilled and trained; they knew to behead the Vampires, and they knew how to do that with a single blow.
There were 15 of these new giant Lyken, and each tore a deadly swath through the ranks of the Vampires. In less than three minutes, Selene’s entire unit had been put down. She was lying dazed after a massive blow to the side of her head from the largest Lyken of all. She heard him give orders; “This pretty one is mine; bind her and take her home. Toss the dead around corners and resume your hiding places.”
Then, speaking into a large walkie-talkie; “Slow down the assault against the defenders of this house again. We want them still ‘holding out’ when each group of rescuers turns up. We want each new batch of death dealers to think they’re the first to get here and to believe that they still have the advantage of surprise.”
Hours later, with the first rays of dawn lighting the sky through the high slit windows of the ancient structure, Selene lay bound and gagged with materials even her Vampiric super strength couldn’t make a dent in. The monster Lyken was on the walkie-talkie again; “We’ve wiped the last of the incoming toothies. We don’t need the ones down there to keep crying for help any more. Take ’em down and let’s blow this superannuated mausoleum.”
As Selene watched above her gag, the Lyken in the room all morphed back to human form. The giants became massively large humans. The features of the big ones were broader, rounder. They lacked the sharpness of the average Lyken, lacked the lupine quality. These big ones smacked of a different kind of animal connection.
Then it came to Selene; these oversized Lyken were not lupine at all, they were ursine. Not wolflike but bearlike!
“My Gods!” Selene thought; “They really exist! The legendary Were-bears of ancient myth really exist!”
And somehow, the Lyken clans had found them and formed an alliance, just in time to avoid finally losing their age old war with the Vampires. Actually, upon reflection, it sounded like the ursine lycanthropes, (Urkens?) Were the ones in charge of the joined forces.
Then the biggest Urken of all bent over her. He reached down with an extended forefinger and drew some kind of sign on her forehead. It burned at first, then turned cool. In the deepest voice Selene had ever heard, he told her; “I am Beorn of the Urkenkin. You are my new toy. I shall enjoy playing with you. Soon now, and for a very long time.”
Reaching down, Beorn pulled Selene’s boots off and discarded them, then sliced her stockings and peeled them back, leaving her feet bare. Then, to her utter shock, she was suddenly laughing uncontrollably because he was tickling her feet! Worse, his voice, and his smell, and his physical power, and the touch of his mighty hands, and the tickling itself were all turning her on!
Then Beorn lifted Selene up in one mighty arm and carried her off with him. They climbed into the back of a truck. Others closed the doors, and they drove to the docks on the river Garronne. There they left the trucks and boarded a freighter, which at once untied and sailed off down the river to the sea. Beorn told Selene he was taking her to his home in America.
The routine of the voyage was most strange. In mid ocean, far from any land and away from normal shipping lanes, Selene and three other prisoners were let out on deck once a day. All the prisoners were female Vampires of exceptional beauty, even for Vampires. All had been taken as prizes of war, to become personal toys of the Were-bear leaders.
In the evenings, the Urken crew sat down to eat. True to their omnivore nature, they ate a mixture of meat and vegetables. Some of their food was raw, some cooked. The Vampiresses were there every evening, chained by the ankles to massive, bear sized chairs, which were bolted to the deck.
As the Urken ate, the Vampires were given goblets of blood. By the chill, they knew it had been drawn days ago and frozen to remain fresh. By the richness and strength of the taste, this blood had been drawn from Vampires, not normal humans!
With the brutal pragmatism of all their kind, the Vampire slave concubines drank what they were given. They reasoned that the donors had already been drained, either to true, final death or not, so they might as well drink it down. After all, they had to keep their strength up in case an opportunity to escape should present itself, didn’t they?
During the voyage, through the Mediterranean, out the Straits of Gibraltar, and across the Atlantic to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, the captives healed of the injuries they had sustained during capture and began to take an interest in things beyond immediate survival.
Selene was the one who asked about the history of the Urkenkin, during the evening meal one day. All the other Bear-men deferred to Beorn, who was clearly their leader and a highly respected elder among them. He recounted a very strange story.
“At a time long ago, lost in the mists of antiquity, there was a tribe of intelligent, articulate Bears. They lived in the forests that covered the slopes of the Ural Mountains, in close proximity to a tribe of humans.”
“The Bears and the humans were friends; they hunted, warred and played together as comrades. There came a time when the King of the Bears and the King of the Humans (at least of those humans) formed a friendship so close it became legendary among both peoples.”
“The two were inseparable, in the hunt, in council, in exploration, in war, even in play and in courting their mates they did everything together. They helped each other, and both were successful in all they did. The fact that they were both powerful shamans didn’t hurt either.”
“There was a long expedition, a mixed party of the two races exploring together far to the east. There they awakened an ancient evil, which attacked them. At one point, the Bear King was wounded, almost unto death, and the Human King saved his friend’s life by slicing off small strips of his own flesh to feed his Ursine friend and help him recover. They continued, returning home, but the evil pursued them.”
“Later in the journey, the Human king was wounded grievously. This time the Bear saved the life of his Human closer-than-brother by using a claw to open one of his own veins, and dripped his rich, vital blood into the mouth of the unconscious human.”
“When they realized that the evil would follow them all the way home, they sent the rest of their party ahead to warn their peoples to flee westward. Meanwhile, the two kings and a few picked warriors of each tribe turned at bay to make a final stand.”
“The last battle of the two kings was an epic in it’s own right, which we will not go into here. They exerted every mundane and magical power they had, and went down fighting together at the last, after all of their companions had already perished. At the end, in anger that it could not track them back to their people, the evil set fire to the entire area with a blast of hatred.”
“From this all consuming magical fire there emerged a single being, a compound of the Bear and the man, the first Were-Bear, the progenitor of the Urkenkin, Beorn the first. He was a friend and ally to Men, Bears, Elves, Hobbits and Wizards, down through all the ages of the world.”
“I am his direct descendant, the 15th of that lineage, and the 9th to have the honor of carrying his name. I am King Beorn IX of the Urkenkin. We have never grown vast in number, like Lyken or Vampire, because we do not create our own kind by biting, only by mating with females.”
“Our line breeds true; we can mate with a human or a bear, and the children will be weres. For many generations now, we have only mated with other weres. We do, however, take war prisoners as toys, now and then, to play with. Like you, Selene.”
Selene, fascinated, asked Beorn; “Why have you chosen to take sides in the war between Lyken and Vampire? Ours is a fratricidal conflict, between two branches of the same tree, the same bloodline. Your people have no kinship to either side in our fight. Why have you made that fight yours?”
“Because of the differing nature of the three peoples. Their was evil involved in the creation of both the Lyken and the Vampires, but to differing degrees.”
“The Lyken who are changed, brought over by a bite, are afflicted by the urge to prey upon their human relatives. Once those are killed or outlived, they have no further urges to predate upon human populations, they may eat any meat, just like a natural wolf. The born Lyken, children of Lyken matings with each other, never have any urge to kill humans at all. And of course, mixed Lyken matings do not breed true. The child of Lyken and human is plain human. The cub of Lyken and wolf is pure wolf.”
“You Vampires, no matter if changed by a bite or born, must pray on humans in order to survive. You have no choice. Your mixed matings breed true only one time in four, the other three coming out human.”
“For Urkenkin, it is very different. Our race was born out of friendship, love, and willing mutual self sacrifice. For this reason, we find it abhorrent to prey upon either humankind or bearkind. We feel no urges or desires to do so, ever.”
“This is also why any offspring of an Urken is Urken, no matter if they have mated with a human, a bear or a fellow Urken. We are still friends to humans, and this is why we sided against you Vampires.”
“If the Lyken win their war against you, they have the possibility of living on as a race apart without ever preying upon humans again. If you win the war, some of you want to reduce all humans to captive cattle, farmed in herds for meat. This, we Urkenkin can not and will not tolerate.”
“You occupy no natural ecological niche; when the war ends, there will be only a few captive toys like you left of your species, Homo Nocturnae. If your Urken owners choose to mate with you, which will happen only if you consent without any coercion, the children will be Urken, not Vampire.”
“Nor can a Vampire bring an Urken over by biting us; we might die, but we do not change. We are immune.”
As the days of the voyage passed, Selene felt a growing attraction towards this incredibly powerful, devastatingly handsome were-bear named Beorn. She had been told, casually, that like her Vampire kind but unlike the Lyken, the Urkenkin had the power to cast a sexual glamour which affected people not of their race.
If the Urken was in Bear form, the glamour would work on bears. If in human form, it worked on humanoids. Because Vampires were steeped in evil, their glamour had no effect upon the Urken who arose from the highest forms of goodness. For the same reason, the Urken glamour actually worked even more strongly upon Vampires than it did upon humans! Selene knew none of this.
When the big freighter neared the shores of the USA, a massive transport helicopter landed on her afterdeck. The captives and their owners went on board, and the ‘copter took off to return to the hills of western North Carolina. This neatly avoided any need to explain to the INS who the captives were and why they were bound and gagged.
In one of life’s little ironies, the area they lived in was known as Bear County. There were plenty of normal human residents, but all the land, every single square inch of it, was owned by Urken of the Beornings. Humans were tenants. Some had very long term leases, not uncommonly multigenerational, but they did not own any land in Bear County.
In Bear County, all public officials were Urken. The mayors of towns, the County Executive, the Aldermen of the County Board, the members of all the town councils. The Sheriffs, Police Chiefs, Marshalls, Constables, Deputies, and Police Officers were all Urken. The judges, prosecutors, public defenders, bailiffs and justices of the peace, the court clerks, the county clerks, the town clerks, the bailiffs and even the street sweepers and dogcatchers, every one was a Beorning. Even every worker, right up to the commissioners, of the Highway, Parks, Water, Fire and Sanitation departments.
The point was that once a captive of the Beornings was installed in the heart of Bear County, North Carolina, their chance of ever escaping was absolutely zero. At the heart of Bear County stood the defended mansion called Fort Ursus.
The place was part mansion, part fortress. It partly sat on top of Great Grizzly Mountain, and partly dug deeply into the mountaintop. It was the royal palace of the Kings of the Beornings.
Selene was installed in Beorn’s personal chambers, in the quarters reserved for the slave concubines. At this point in time, she was the only one living there. She was always restrained in one fashion or another, never able to move about freely. Beorn’s quarters were deep in the underground part of the palace, and Selene reluctantly concluded that escape was simply not possible.
One afternoon Beorn entered Selene’s bedroom. He was in his human form, but still so large that he completely blocked the doorway. He divested Selene of the robe which was her only garment at the time. Then he tucked her under one arm and walked out of the room with her, down the hallway to Beorn’s ‘playroom’, a well equipped recreational dungeon.
Beorn placed Selene face up on a kind of convex-curved rack. He fastened and locked her wrists and ankles into immovable ironwood stocks at the feet and pillory at the head end. The surface she was lying on was higher in the center, under Selene’s waist, and lower at the ends where her extremities were fastened. There was still a certain amount of slack, allowing her to twist and squirm from side to side.
Beorn unlocked a spoked wheel affixed to the left side of the rack, halfway up it’s length. As he slowly turned it with one hand, the padded surface under Selene’s back rose higher in the middle, gradually taking away the slack until she had no more wiggle room left. She was well and truly immobilized.
Beorn locked the wheel in its current position, then lowered the wheel to a place out of the way under the rack. He grinned at Selene as he took off his clothing and put it aside. Then he stepped back, and transformed himself into a bear.
Selene was startled; she had seen Lyken transform, and this change was accomplished so much more smoothly and easily! None of the agonizing pain, none of the leakage of blood as flesh re-formed itself over bones which had assumed new forms. No long-drawn-out process requiring massive will power and vast effort. This was a smooth transition from one shape to the other.
As a human, Beorn was between three and four times the size of a normal human adult male. As a Ural Mountain Cave Bear he was between three and four times the size of a normal Ural Mountain Cave Bear adult male. That made him simply immense. Standing on his hind legs, the tips of his upstanding ears brushed the 24 foot high ceiling of the dungeon. His paws were the size of serving trays. His shaggy head was the size of an old fashioned 27 inch television set.
Beorn had transformed in a standing position. He now dropped to all fours with a THUD that resounded in the stone walled room. Grinning a very bearish grin, Beorn shuffled forward. He started to nuzzle and snuffle at Selene’s exposed flank.
Selene started squirming as best she could; the touch of his whiskers and fur really tickled! In spite of herself, Selene began giggling, then chuckling, then laughing. She tried to hold back, but it tickled too much and she couldn’t! Amid bursts of laughter she gritted out; “Stop it! Hahaha! Stop i-hi-hit! Hahaha! Dahahammit it tihihihickles! Stohahahap!”
Beorn paused and leaned back on his haunches. He stared her in the face. Still gasping, Selene said ; “Damn it, you big walking rug! That tickled!”
Grinning his vast, bearish grin, Beorn nodded his head and deliberately lolled his tongue out over his huge teeth, which was a bear’s equivalent of a laugh.
Startled again, Selene asked, indignantly, incredulously; “You mean you’re tickling me on purpose? You can’t! No! Don’t do that!”
His only response was to resume gently nuzzling her flank. As his attentions wandered up and down her vulnerable side from knee to armpit, Selene found herself helplessly laughing, unable to stop. When he poked his nose into her armpit, Selene would have gone through the roof had she not been fastened down. She emitted sweet, cute little shrieks of mirth. She felt so humiliated!
Then Selene’s shrieks turned into a steady carillon of bell-like, true-noted feminine laughter as Beorn’s tongue, the size of a hand towel, entered, engulfed and maddeningly lingered in her invitingly displayed armpit! Oh, no, how that tickled! It was driving her crazy!
Far worse, it was turning her on! Compounding her humiliation, Selene felt and saw her nipples rising and her labia engorging, and her crotch growing moist. Unaware of the fact that the Urken sexual glamour was being deliberately used on her, affecting her Vampiric nature even more irresistibly than it would have done to a human, Selene felt embarrassed by what she felt as her own lack of self control.
While she futilely struggled with herself, she continued to laugh! She had never before felt so helpless!
Beorn began to playfully explore Selene’s nude and stretched form. He discovered that the sides of her neck were very ticklish, producing desperate craning back of forth of her head until he restrained her by laying one immense forepaw toe gently across her forehead. Then Selene could only giggle frenziedly as that wide tongue lapped at her neck with surprising delicacy.
Beorn slipped his tongue under the backs of Selene’s knees and lickled her there. Selene was surprised at how sensitive and ticklish she was there. Without deciding to, she was frantically bouncing her knees up and down, trying to get away from the too-intense tickle.
To his great enjoyment, Beorn found he could also elicit wild giggles from the comely Vampire by drawing his tongue across her belly, and also across her womanly hips. That last also produced another reaction, one which would have been an olfactory blast even without his supernaturally acute sense of smell.
Wickedly amused, Beorn decided to play with this deep vulnerability of his new plaything. Placing his right paw flat on the surface of the rack in between Selene’s spread legs, he used the great width of his tongue to tease the insides of both of her supple thighs at the same time.
Selene’s lovely body responded to this unexpected stimulation just as Beorn wished it to; with a flood of uncontrollable arousal. Caught by surprise, Selene’s body arched desperately, blindly seeking firmer contact with the delicious stimulation of that titillating tongue before her mind could order it not to.
Beorn’s second languorous, excruciatingly slow lick added a tickling dimension that set Selene to mindlessly giggling again. He licked her there a total of ten times. Each lick seemed to last forever, but really took about 30 seconds.
Beorn moved his right forepaw from between Selene’s legs back to the floor. He then cocked his big head to one side and leaned forward. This time, his extended tongue fully covered both of Selene’s small, firm breasts. As he drew it back into his mouth, then flopped it out to full length again and repeated the motion, that tongue was maddening the Vampiric beauty!
Each stroke, the flat of Beorn’s tongue was stimulating the entirety of the sensitive undersides of both of Selene’s lovely breasts. At the same time, the soft, rough, moist and nubbly surface was teasing both of her nipples, and with the aid of the Urken sexual glamour was maddening her with lust! He kept this up for what seemed to Selene to be an altogether excessive length of time! It was actually just a few minutes.
Selene knew Beorn was purposely teasing her, turning her on, making her needy, and yet there just wasn’t a thing she could do; her own body, for so many years an instrument that had responded instantly to her will, had become his ally against her! Despite what her own mind might want, Selene’s body simply enjoyed what the bear-man was doing to it. That body craved, wanted, needed more!
Beorn decided that Selene was too sexually stimulated. He didn’t want to end this too quickly; time for a change of pace. He shuffled his mighty bear body down to where Selene’s incredibly lovely feet protruded from the stocks, protected only by the single strap, high-heeled sandals she wore.
One by one, Beorn sent Selene’s slippers flying with two gentle nudges of his nose. Selene was staring down at Beorn, gazing intently down between her own legs. She felt her feet bared. When Beorn looked her right in the eyes and opened his mouth, letting that big tongue unroll to drape over his lower front teeth, Selene knew what was next.
Selene had enough time only to mouth; “Oh, NOOOOOOOO!” before that great, tickly tongue lapped out. That tongue was so big, it covered the entire surface of the bottom of her right foot at the same time. As Beorn drew it slowly back into his mouth, Selene felt every nerve ending on the bottom of her right foot being tickled, all at the same time. It was simply unbearable!
She felt that rough tongue on here heel, on the flat of her sole, clinging to the curve of her arch, sinuously following the contours of the balls of her foot, pressing into the crooks of her toes, forcing her toes gently but irresistibly apart and folding it’s substance between them, engulfing the toe pads and even the tips as the entire assemblage moved maddeningly upward! It was impossible. It was unbearable! Selene threw her head back, gasped in a huge breath, and simply ROARED out the longest, loudest, wildest, most totally out of control peal of laughter she had ever imagined.
When that wicked tongue finally cleared her right foot toe tips (which seemed to take forever and a day), it repeated the inexpressibly sweet, maddening torture on her left foot. Then again on the right, then the left. In order to not let a pattern develop, Beorn would sometimes do two or three licks on the same foot before switching to the other.
Whichever foot was getting lickled at any given moment, Selene just kept laughing. It seemed to the tormented Vampiress that every lick tickled a little bit worse than the one before. The worst of it was, that the terrible tickling would NOT let her desperate arousal diminish! In spite of the insanely torturous tickling, Selene needed to climax! She needed to reach orgasm so badly, if she were given a choice between ending the tickling and getting to cum, she really wasn’t sure which she would pick!
Never before, in her short life or longer unlife, had she ever experienced such intense need for sexual release. And dammit, this horrible, driving-her-crazy tickling was even increasing her unendurable horniness! AaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!
Beorn, even as a bear, enjoyed the soft, smooth texture and salty-sweet taste of Selene’s lovely feet. He kept up this tormenting fun for a lot longer than he had originally intended. It was only the supernatural strength and endurance of her Vampire kind that allowed poor Selene to survive that half hour and retain her sanity. For any mere human, it would have been too much. But then, a human would have fallen unconscious as the only available escape.
Finally, just as Selene began to think that her superhuman body was about to give out and expire, Beorn stepped back and just stood there, watching her breathe. With each inhalation, her chest and ribs seemed to expand to twice their normal volume. Fascinated and excited, he turned himself back into human form.
Beorn quickly released Selene from the rack and slung her over one massive shoulder. He carried her over to the cube-framed bondage bed. Knowing that with her Vampiric body it wouldn’t hurt her, Beorn fastened her suspended by her wrists and ankles a good two feet above the quilt on the bed.
As soon as he had her in place, Beorn lay on his back underneath Selene, his head at the end where her feet were. He reached up and started to tickle her ribs with his toes. Once he had her laughing wildly again, he explored the ticklishness of her sides and armpits, all with his toes.
Then, Beorn reached his hands up and started to tickle her incredibly, delightfully ticklish bare feet again. Again, he enjoyed the feel of her feet under his hands so much that he kept it up for a much longer time than he meant to. Poor Selene was a disheveled wreck when he finally stopped.
Beorn unbound her, twisting her in midair so she fell to the bed on her back. He opened a drawer in a bedside table and snapped out a strap, which he whipped into place so that it fastened Selene’s slender ankles to the sides of her waist with her legs bent double at the knees. A second strap went around her wrists and arms, winding them into a leather cocoon all the way down to her biceps, the crossing strands of leather cradling the back of her head.
Beorn spent the next half an hour gently, patiently, skillfully tickle-teasing Selene’s breasts, thighs and crotch with his fingers and human mouth. He brought her need for release to a pitch of exquisite, desperate sexual torture far beyond what Selene had been feeling earlier.
Now that Beorn was in human form, Selene felt the effects of his sexual glamour far more intensely, and it was devastating. Never had she wanted anyone or anything the way she wanted him at this moment.
The touch of his fingertips, so big and blunt, holding such brutal strength and raw power, grazing more lightly than eider down over her sensitive breasts, her tender inner thighs, teasing her to madness and yet tickling so that she giggled and laughed incessantly! She hated it and yet she loved it! Above all, it kept on increasing her already raging desire for Beorn. Selene could not believe how much she wanted, how much she needed to feel him inside of her!
Then Beorn was using his human fingers, lips and tongue on Selene’s labia. He teased her there until her clitoris helplessly emerged from under the protective hood that normally hid it. Beorn softly blew on that tender little nubbin, and Selene shuddered with pleasure and need. Finally ever so lightly, ever so tenderly, Beorn touched her clit with his lips and the tip of his tongue.
Gently, gently, oh so gently, Beorn almost made her cum, then whispered to her; “Selene. Selene. Do you want me to take you?”
With tears of unbearable need in her gorgeous eyes, Selene all but screamed; “Yes! Yes! I want you to take me! Please! Take me! Now! Oh, please, now!”
Placing one of the large pillows from the head of the bed under the small of Selene’s back, Beorn slid into her welcoming wetness and warmth. Selene gasped and smiled. She murmured; “Mmmmmm! So full. So nice. So good. Mmmm.”
Then she exploded in ticklish convulsions and wild, helpless laughter as Beorn began tickling her defenseless bare feet. It took less than a minute to bring on her first laughing orgasm. The second third and fourth followed as Beorn’s fingers played with her arches, her soles and her toes.
She was racked with wild laughter and orgasmic pleasure again and again. When she felt Beorn’s orgasm flowing inside her, it triggered her own fifth and best yet. Then Selene learned that the king of the Urken was not necessarily finished after one climax, the way human males and even most Vampires and Lyken were.
Beorn now enhanced Selene’s pleasure still farther, using his mouth on her breasts, then kissing her wide open, laughing mouth, then nibbling and suckling her happily throbbing nipples. All the while, his fingers still tickled her sensitive feet.
It was simply too much. Even for a Vampire, it came near to sensory overload. A human woman would long since have passed out, if not away, when Selene’s fifteenth orgasm coincided exactly with Beorn’s third. Suddenly the mutual pleasure was rebounding back and forth from one to the other, amplifying each time, their shared climax reaching to levels of pleasure that neither had ever reached before.
For Selene, it was totally unexpected, and unsuspected. She had no idea that this could happen, and she was overwhelmed. Beorn, however, had been told that this could happen by his grandfather, who had discovered it on his own. It was just as he had heard it described, and he knew what the aftermath would be.
Beorn unbound Selene and carried her from the dungeon playroom into the adjacent bedroom. They lay together on the bed, cuddling close. The formidable heat of his Urken body doing what would have been impossible for a human, actually warming her cold Vampire flesh and blood.
Beorn whispered into her ear; “Now, I will no longer keep you a prisoner. You will have the freedom of the palace and the county. You will be able to escape if you want to.”
She whispered back; “I don’t want to escape. Not any more. Not now, not ever. I want to be yours. Will you keep me?”
“I will. If you want me to.”
“Yes, yes, I want you to keep me. Forever.”
Beorn smiled. He had known she would say that. He knew that she meant every word. He knew that she always would. His grandfather had told him all about it; he had met and won his wife, Beorn’s grandmother, the same way. It was all a part of the powerful, sexual magic they had made together on the bondage bed.
They were still together, more than 200 years later. Beorn’s parents and grandparents were not dead, just retired in the way of their long lived kind, to let the younger generation take over.
Selene, in the informal way of the Urkenkin, would soon become Beorn’s queen. She would become the mother of his children, who would breed true as Urken, not Vampires.
He would never stop tickling her when they made love. He enjoyed it far too much. Nor would she want him to stop; she enjoyed receiving the tickle torture just as much as he enjoyed giving it. She always would, Beorn knew. Grandma still did; grandpa had told him so.
The End.
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Underworld; Fifteen Years Later
By Mastertank1
The renewed war with the Lykens was winding down. Ten of the major Lyken clans had been all but exterminated. Only three still retained any significant fighting forces, and there was a plan to end that situation.
Selene, the Moon Lady, was the field commander of one of the three death dealer combat units of her clan of Vampires, now known as the House Of Marcus. She was a lovely, 300 year old Vampire. She still had the physical appearance of the twenty two year old beauty she had been when she was first ‘brought over’. Raven haired, blue eyed, fair complected, lithe and athletic, she was a striking vision in her zippered and snapped black leather catsuit.
After her involvement in actions that had started the Lyken enemy on the road to final defeat, she had been given time off. Selene had been vacationing in the Greek islands when she had suddenly been called back to Paris.
The Lyken had come up with something new. Over the course of ten days, one or two major death dealer combat units had been destroyed each day. The total was now seventeen units gone. Three of the Vampire clans had only household guards left.
The recall had been sent out when one of the lesser clans was attacked in it’s own household, it’s guards and last combat strike unit destroyed and all its noncombatants either killed or missing. That took place on the eleventh day of the disaster. That was yesterday, and now Selene was back.
Marcus had placed Selene in charge of the only surviving death dealer command of his house, and also the trainees of the two new units the house was forming. Because so little was known of the change in Lyken technique, Selene has decided to go on the defensive. She would keep all the fighters close to home to defend the house. Foraging would take place only in large, well armed parties, and even that would be avoided when possible.
These days, there was a vast trade in kidnapped or lured young women from all of Eastern Europe into the west. The slavers who sold them didn’t care who the buyers were, as long as they paid in real money. Even if they had believed that they were now selling girls by the dozens and scores to a Vampire clan to be used as meat cattle, the slavers would have gone through with the transactions; they were utterly amoral.
Selene had been given her old chambers back. She now sat at the work desk in her den, gazing out the window at Paris in the rain. She had just finished reading the reports on all the calamities. The attack on the household of a minor clan had been the last one.
Even as an experienced leader of death dealers, she shuddered. The few fighters who remained to that clan had been found, literally torn to bits. Similar remains had been found at the other suspected battle sites. Most of the fighters in those units had simply vanished, as had all the noncombatants of the now wiped out minor clan.
Selene was racking her brain. The Lyken were simply not strong enough as individuals to do that kind of damage to Vampires, especially not to trained death dealers. Perhaps they had developed some kind of new tactics, with three or four Lyken fighters dismembering one Vampire? But that would require superior numbers, and the Lyken were now vastly outnumbered by their Vampire foes!
Selene’s fevered musings were rudely interrupted; another lesser house was under attack! South and slightly east of Paris, in the French city of Lyon, the fortified stronghold of another Vampire clan which had lost all it’s death dealer units had been penetrated, and fighting was going on in the corridors and tunnels.
Selene reacted with lightning speed; she ordered all death dealers on the premises into battle harness, and they all loaded into a flotilla of Osprey vertical takeoff and landing transport aircraft. Other death dealer units were on the way from clan strongholds in Marseilles on the French Riviera, Genoa in northern Italy, Basle in Switzerland and Munich in southern Germany. All units would jump from hovering aircraft and join the fight on arrival.
The Parisian unit from the House Of Marcus was first to arrive. The Ospreys descended to 100 feet in hover mode, and Selene led her 87 fighters in jumping to the ground. They were in communication with the defenders of the Lyon House, who were still fighting in the lower level tunnels and halls.
Entering the Lyon House, Selene’s troops ran headlong into a trap. There were only about half as many Lyken fighters as Vampire death dealers, and the Vampires should have won easily, but something was terribly wrong.
One of every three Lyken was huge; far, far too large to be normal Lyken. They were four, five or six times the size of the usual Lyken, and every blow from one of those immense paws tore a Vampire apart. The giants were skilled and trained; they knew to behead the Vampires, and they knew how to do that with a single blow.
There were 15 of these new giant Lyken, and each tore a deadly swath through the ranks of the Vampires. In less than three minutes, Selene’s entire unit had been put down. She was lying dazed after a massive blow to the side of her head from the largest Lyken of all. She heard him give orders; “This pretty one is mine; bind her and take her home. Toss the dead around corners and resume your hiding places.”
Then, speaking into a large walkie-talkie; “Slow down the assault against the defenders of this house again. We want them still ‘holding out’ when each group of rescuers turns up. We want each new batch of death dealers to think they’re the first to get here and to believe that they still have the advantage of surprise.”
Hours later, with the first rays of dawn lighting the sky through the high slit windows of the ancient structure, Selene lay bound and gagged with materials even her Vampiric super strength couldn’t make a dent in. The monster Lyken was on the walkie-talkie again; “We’ve wiped the last of the incoming toothies. We don’t need the ones down there to keep crying for help any more. Take ’em down and let’s blow this superannuated mausoleum.”
As Selene watched above her gag, the Lyken in the room all morphed back to human form. The giants became massively large humans. The features of the big ones were broader, rounder. They lacked the sharpness of the average Lyken, lacked the lupine quality. These big ones smacked of a different kind of animal connection.
Then it came to Selene; these oversized Lyken were not lupine at all, they were ursine. Not wolflike but bearlike!
“My Gods!” Selene thought; “They really exist! The legendary Were-bears of ancient myth really exist!”
And somehow, the Lyken clans had found them and formed an alliance, just in time to avoid finally losing their age old war with the Vampires. Actually, upon reflection, it sounded like the ursine lycanthropes, (Urkens?) Were the ones in charge of the joined forces.
Then the biggest Urken of all bent over her. He reached down with an extended forefinger and drew some kind of sign on her forehead. It burned at first, then turned cool. In the deepest voice Selene had ever heard, he told her; “I am Beorn of the Urkenkin. You are my new toy. I shall enjoy playing with you. Soon now, and for a very long time.”
Reaching down, Beorn pulled Selene’s boots off and discarded them, then sliced her stockings and peeled them back, leaving her feet bare. Then, to her utter shock, she was suddenly laughing uncontrollably because he was tickling her feet! Worse, his voice, and his smell, and his physical power, and the touch of his mighty hands, and the tickling itself were all turning her on!
Then Beorn lifted Selene up in one mighty arm and carried her off with him. They climbed into the back of a truck. Others closed the doors, and they drove to the docks on the river Garronne. There they left the trucks and boarded a freighter, which at once untied and sailed off down the river to the sea. Beorn told Selene he was taking her to his home in America.
The routine of the voyage was most strange. In mid ocean, far from any land and away from normal shipping lanes, Selene and three other prisoners were let out on deck once a day. All the prisoners were female Vampires of exceptional beauty, even for Vampires. All had been taken as prizes of war, to become personal toys of the Were-bear leaders.
In the evenings, the Urken crew sat down to eat. True to their omnivore nature, they ate a mixture of meat and vegetables. Some of their food was raw, some cooked. The Vampiresses were there every evening, chained by the ankles to massive, bear sized chairs, which were bolted to the deck.
As the Urken ate, the Vampires were given goblets of blood. By the chill, they knew it had been drawn days ago and frozen to remain fresh. By the richness and strength of the taste, this blood had been drawn from Vampires, not normal humans!
With the brutal pragmatism of all their kind, the Vampire slave concubines drank what they were given. They reasoned that the donors had already been drained, either to true, final death or not, so they might as well drink it down. After all, they had to keep their strength up in case an opportunity to escape should present itself, didn’t they?
During the voyage, through the Mediterranean, out the Straits of Gibraltar, and across the Atlantic to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, the captives healed of the injuries they had sustained during capture and began to take an interest in things beyond immediate survival.
Selene was the one who asked about the history of the Urkenkin, during the evening meal one day. All the other Bear-men deferred to Beorn, who was clearly their leader and a highly respected elder among them. He recounted a very strange story.
“At a time long ago, lost in the mists of antiquity, there was a tribe of intelligent, articulate Bears. They lived in the forests that covered the slopes of the Ural Mountains, in close proximity to a tribe of humans.”
“The Bears and the humans were friends; they hunted, warred and played together as comrades. There came a time when the King of the Bears and the King of the Humans (at least of those humans) formed a friendship so close it became legendary among both peoples.”
“The two were inseparable, in the hunt, in council, in exploration, in war, even in play and in courting their mates they did everything together. They helped each other, and both were successful in all they did. The fact that they were both powerful shamans didn’t hurt either.”
“There was a long expedition, a mixed party of the two races exploring together far to the east. There they awakened an ancient evil, which attacked them. At one point, the Bear King was wounded, almost unto death, and the Human King saved his friend’s life by slicing off small strips of his own flesh to feed his Ursine friend and help him recover. They continued, returning home, but the evil pursued them.”
“Later in the journey, the Human king was wounded grievously. This time the Bear saved the life of his Human closer-than-brother by using a claw to open one of his own veins, and dripped his rich, vital blood into the mouth of the unconscious human.”
“When they realized that the evil would follow them all the way home, they sent the rest of their party ahead to warn their peoples to flee westward. Meanwhile, the two kings and a few picked warriors of each tribe turned at bay to make a final stand.”
“The last battle of the two kings was an epic in it’s own right, which we will not go into here. They exerted every mundane and magical power they had, and went down fighting together at the last, after all of their companions had already perished. At the end, in anger that it could not track them back to their people, the evil set fire to the entire area with a blast of hatred.”
“From this all consuming magical fire there emerged a single being, a compound of the Bear and the man, the first Were-Bear, the progenitor of the Urkenkin, Beorn the first. He was a friend and ally to Men, Bears, Elves, Hobbits and Wizards, down through all the ages of the world.”
“I am his direct descendant, the 15th of that lineage, and the 9th to have the honor of carrying his name. I am King Beorn IX of the Urkenkin. We have never grown vast in number, like Lyken or Vampire, because we do not create our own kind by biting, only by mating with females.”
“Our line breeds true; we can mate with a human or a bear, and the children will be weres. For many generations now, we have only mated with other weres. We do, however, take war prisoners as toys, now and then, to play with. Like you, Selene.”
Selene, fascinated, asked Beorn; “Why have you chosen to take sides in the war between Lyken and Vampire? Ours is a fratricidal conflict, between two branches of the same tree, the same bloodline. Your people have no kinship to either side in our fight. Why have you made that fight yours?”
“Because of the differing nature of the three peoples. Their was evil involved in the creation of both the Lyken and the Vampires, but to differing degrees.”
“The Lyken who are changed, brought over by a bite, are afflicted by the urge to prey upon their human relatives. Once those are killed or outlived, they have no further urges to predate upon human populations, they may eat any meat, just like a natural wolf. The born Lyken, children of Lyken matings with each other, never have any urge to kill humans at all. And of course, mixed Lyken matings do not breed true. The child of Lyken and human is plain human. The cub of Lyken and wolf is pure wolf.”
“You Vampires, no matter if changed by a bite or born, must pray on humans in order to survive. You have no choice. Your mixed matings breed true only one time in four, the other three coming out human.”
“For Urkenkin, it is very different. Our race was born out of friendship, love, and willing mutual self sacrifice. For this reason, we find it abhorrent to prey upon either humankind or bearkind. We feel no urges or desires to do so, ever.”
“This is also why any offspring of an Urken is Urken, no matter if they have mated with a human, a bear or a fellow Urken. We are still friends to humans, and this is why we sided against you Vampires.”
“If the Lyken win their war against you, they have the possibility of living on as a race apart without ever preying upon humans again. If you win the war, some of you want to reduce all humans to captive cattle, farmed in herds for meat. This, we Urkenkin can not and will not tolerate.”
“You occupy no natural ecological niche; when the war ends, there will be only a few captive toys like you left of your species, Homo Nocturnae. If your Urken owners choose to mate with you, which will happen only if you consent without any coercion, the children will be Urken, not Vampire.”
“Nor can a Vampire bring an Urken over by biting us; we might die, but we do not change. We are immune.”
As the days of the voyage passed, Selene felt a growing attraction towards this incredibly powerful, devastatingly handsome were-bear named Beorn. She had been told, casually, that like her Vampire kind but unlike the Lyken, the Urkenkin had the power to cast a sexual glamour which affected people not of their race.
If the Urken was in Bear form, the glamour would work on bears. If in human form, it worked on humanoids. Because Vampires were steeped in evil, their glamour had no effect upon the Urken who arose from the highest forms of goodness. For the same reason, the Urken glamour actually worked even more strongly upon Vampires than it did upon humans! Selene knew none of this.
When the big freighter neared the shores of the USA, a massive transport helicopter landed on her afterdeck. The captives and their owners went on board, and the ‘copter took off to return to the hills of western North Carolina. This neatly avoided any need to explain to the INS who the captives were and why they were bound and gagged.
In one of life’s little ironies, the area they lived in was known as Bear County. There were plenty of normal human residents, but all the land, every single square inch of it, was owned by Urken of the Beornings. Humans were tenants. Some had very long term leases, not uncommonly multigenerational, but they did not own any land in Bear County.
In Bear County, all public officials were Urken. The mayors of towns, the County Executive, the Aldermen of the County Board, the members of all the town councils. The Sheriffs, Police Chiefs, Marshalls, Constables, Deputies, and Police Officers were all Urken. The judges, prosecutors, public defenders, bailiffs and justices of the peace, the court clerks, the county clerks, the town clerks, the bailiffs and even the street sweepers and dogcatchers, every one was a Beorning. Even every worker, right up to the commissioners, of the Highway, Parks, Water, Fire and Sanitation departments.
The point was that once a captive of the Beornings was installed in the heart of Bear County, North Carolina, their chance of ever escaping was absolutely zero. At the heart of Bear County stood the defended mansion called Fort Ursus.
The place was part mansion, part fortress. It partly sat on top of Great Grizzly Mountain, and partly dug deeply into the mountaintop. It was the royal palace of the Kings of the Beornings.
Selene was installed in Beorn’s personal chambers, in the quarters reserved for the slave concubines. At this point in time, she was the only one living there. She was always restrained in one fashion or another, never able to move about freely. Beorn’s quarters were deep in the underground part of the palace, and Selene reluctantly concluded that escape was simply not possible.
One afternoon Beorn entered Selene’s bedroom. He was in his human form, but still so large that he completely blocked the doorway. He divested Selene of the robe which was her only garment at the time. Then he tucked her under one arm and walked out of the room with her, down the hallway to Beorn’s ‘playroom’, a well equipped recreational dungeon.
Beorn placed Selene face up on a kind of convex-curved rack. He fastened and locked her wrists and ankles into immovable ironwood stocks at the feet and pillory at the head end. The surface she was lying on was higher in the center, under Selene’s waist, and lower at the ends where her extremities were fastened. There was still a certain amount of slack, allowing her to twist and squirm from side to side.
Beorn unlocked a spoked wheel affixed to the left side of the rack, halfway up it’s length. As he slowly turned it with one hand, the padded surface under Selene’s back rose higher in the middle, gradually taking away the slack until she had no more wiggle room left. She was well and truly immobilized.
Beorn locked the wheel in its current position, then lowered the wheel to a place out of the way under the rack. He grinned at Selene as he took off his clothing and put it aside. Then he stepped back, and transformed himself into a bear.
Selene was startled; she had seen Lyken transform, and this change was accomplished so much more smoothly and easily! None of the agonizing pain, none of the leakage of blood as flesh re-formed itself over bones which had assumed new forms. No long-drawn-out process requiring massive will power and vast effort. This was a smooth transition from one shape to the other.
As a human, Beorn was between three and four times the size of a normal human adult male. As a Ural Mountain Cave Bear he was between three and four times the size of a normal Ural Mountain Cave Bear adult male. That made him simply immense. Standing on his hind legs, the tips of his upstanding ears brushed the 24 foot high ceiling of the dungeon. His paws were the size of serving trays. His shaggy head was the size of an old fashioned 27 inch television set.
Beorn had transformed in a standing position. He now dropped to all fours with a THUD that resounded in the stone walled room. Grinning a very bearish grin, Beorn shuffled forward. He started to nuzzle and snuffle at Selene’s exposed flank.
Selene started squirming as best she could; the touch of his whiskers and fur really tickled! In spite of herself, Selene began giggling, then chuckling, then laughing. She tried to hold back, but it tickled too much and she couldn’t! Amid bursts of laughter she gritted out; “Stop it! Hahaha! Stop i-hi-hit! Hahaha! Dahahammit it tihihihickles! Stohahahap!”
Beorn paused and leaned back on his haunches. He stared her in the face. Still gasping, Selene said ; “Damn it, you big walking rug! That tickled!”
Grinning his vast, bearish grin, Beorn nodded his head and deliberately lolled his tongue out over his huge teeth, which was a bear’s equivalent of a laugh.
Startled again, Selene asked, indignantly, incredulously; “You mean you’re tickling me on purpose? You can’t! No! Don’t do that!”
His only response was to resume gently nuzzling her flank. As his attentions wandered up and down her vulnerable side from knee to armpit, Selene found herself helplessly laughing, unable to stop. When he poked his nose into her armpit, Selene would have gone through the roof had she not been fastened down. She emitted sweet, cute little shrieks of mirth. She felt so humiliated!
Then Selene’s shrieks turned into a steady carillon of bell-like, true-noted feminine laughter as Beorn’s tongue, the size of a hand towel, entered, engulfed and maddeningly lingered in her invitingly displayed armpit! Oh, no, how that tickled! It was driving her crazy!
Far worse, it was turning her on! Compounding her humiliation, Selene felt and saw her nipples rising and her labia engorging, and her crotch growing moist. Unaware of the fact that the Urken sexual glamour was being deliberately used on her, affecting her Vampiric nature even more irresistibly than it would have done to a human, Selene felt embarrassed by what she felt as her own lack of self control.
While she futilely struggled with herself, she continued to laugh! She had never before felt so helpless!
Beorn began to playfully explore Selene’s nude and stretched form. He discovered that the sides of her neck were very ticklish, producing desperate craning back of forth of her head until he restrained her by laying one immense forepaw toe gently across her forehead. Then Selene could only giggle frenziedly as that wide tongue lapped at her neck with surprising delicacy.
Beorn slipped his tongue under the backs of Selene’s knees and lickled her there. Selene was surprised at how sensitive and ticklish she was there. Without deciding to, she was frantically bouncing her knees up and down, trying to get away from the too-intense tickle.
To his great enjoyment, Beorn found he could also elicit wild giggles from the comely Vampire by drawing his tongue across her belly, and also across her womanly hips. That last also produced another reaction, one which would have been an olfactory blast even without his supernaturally acute sense of smell.
Wickedly amused, Beorn decided to play with this deep vulnerability of his new plaything. Placing his right paw flat on the surface of the rack in between Selene’s spread legs, he used the great width of his tongue to tease the insides of both of her supple thighs at the same time.
Selene’s lovely body responded to this unexpected stimulation just as Beorn wished it to; with a flood of uncontrollable arousal. Caught by surprise, Selene’s body arched desperately, blindly seeking firmer contact with the delicious stimulation of that titillating tongue before her mind could order it not to.
Beorn’s second languorous, excruciatingly slow lick added a tickling dimension that set Selene to mindlessly giggling again. He licked her there a total of ten times. Each lick seemed to last forever, but really took about 30 seconds.
Beorn moved his right forepaw from between Selene’s legs back to the floor. He then cocked his big head to one side and leaned forward. This time, his extended tongue fully covered both of Selene’s small, firm breasts. As he drew it back into his mouth, then flopped it out to full length again and repeated the motion, that tongue was maddening the Vampiric beauty!
Each stroke, the flat of Beorn’s tongue was stimulating the entirety of the sensitive undersides of both of Selene’s lovely breasts. At the same time, the soft, rough, moist and nubbly surface was teasing both of her nipples, and with the aid of the Urken sexual glamour was maddening her with lust! He kept this up for what seemed to Selene to be an altogether excessive length of time! It was actually just a few minutes.
Selene knew Beorn was purposely teasing her, turning her on, making her needy, and yet there just wasn’t a thing she could do; her own body, for so many years an instrument that had responded instantly to her will, had become his ally against her! Despite what her own mind might want, Selene’s body simply enjoyed what the bear-man was doing to it. That body craved, wanted, needed more!
Beorn decided that Selene was too sexually stimulated. He didn’t want to end this too quickly; time for a change of pace. He shuffled his mighty bear body down to where Selene’s incredibly lovely feet protruded from the stocks, protected only by the single strap, high-heeled sandals she wore.
One by one, Beorn sent Selene’s slippers flying with two gentle nudges of his nose. Selene was staring down at Beorn, gazing intently down between her own legs. She felt her feet bared. When Beorn looked her right in the eyes and opened his mouth, letting that big tongue unroll to drape over his lower front teeth, Selene knew what was next.
Selene had enough time only to mouth; “Oh, NOOOOOOOO!” before that great, tickly tongue lapped out. That tongue was so big, it covered the entire surface of the bottom of her right foot at the same time. As Beorn drew it slowly back into his mouth, Selene felt every nerve ending on the bottom of her right foot being tickled, all at the same time. It was simply unbearable!
She felt that rough tongue on here heel, on the flat of her sole, clinging to the curve of her arch, sinuously following the contours of the balls of her foot, pressing into the crooks of her toes, forcing her toes gently but irresistibly apart and folding it’s substance between them, engulfing the toe pads and even the tips as the entire assemblage moved maddeningly upward! It was impossible. It was unbearable! Selene threw her head back, gasped in a huge breath, and simply ROARED out the longest, loudest, wildest, most totally out of control peal of laughter she had ever imagined.
When that wicked tongue finally cleared her right foot toe tips (which seemed to take forever and a day), it repeated the inexpressibly sweet, maddening torture on her left foot. Then again on the right, then the left. In order to not let a pattern develop, Beorn would sometimes do two or three licks on the same foot before switching to the other.
Whichever foot was getting lickled at any given moment, Selene just kept laughing. It seemed to the tormented Vampiress that every lick tickled a little bit worse than the one before. The worst of it was, that the terrible tickling would NOT let her desperate arousal diminish! In spite of the insanely torturous tickling, Selene needed to climax! She needed to reach orgasm so badly, if she were given a choice between ending the tickling and getting to cum, she really wasn’t sure which she would pick!
Never before, in her short life or longer unlife, had she ever experienced such intense need for sexual release. And dammit, this horrible, driving-her-crazy tickling was even increasing her unendurable horniness! AaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!
Beorn, even as a bear, enjoyed the soft, smooth texture and salty-sweet taste of Selene’s lovely feet. He kept up this tormenting fun for a lot longer than he had originally intended. It was only the supernatural strength and endurance of her Vampire kind that allowed poor Selene to survive that half hour and retain her sanity. For any mere human, it would have been too much. But then, a human would have fallen unconscious as the only available escape.
Finally, just as Selene began to think that her superhuman body was about to give out and expire, Beorn stepped back and just stood there, watching her breathe. With each inhalation, her chest and ribs seemed to expand to twice their normal volume. Fascinated and excited, he turned himself back into human form.
Beorn quickly released Selene from the rack and slung her over one massive shoulder. He carried her over to the cube-framed bondage bed. Knowing that with her Vampiric body it wouldn’t hurt her, Beorn fastened her suspended by her wrists and ankles a good two feet above the quilt on the bed.
As soon as he had her in place, Beorn lay on his back underneath Selene, his head at the end where her feet were. He reached up and started to tickle her ribs with his toes. Once he had her laughing wildly again, he explored the ticklishness of her sides and armpits, all with his toes.
Then, Beorn reached his hands up and started to tickle her incredibly, delightfully ticklish bare feet again. Again, he enjoyed the feel of her feet under his hands so much that he kept it up for a much longer time than he meant to. Poor Selene was a disheveled wreck when he finally stopped.
Beorn unbound her, twisting her in midair so she fell to the bed on her back. He opened a drawer in a bedside table and snapped out a strap, which he whipped into place so that it fastened Selene’s slender ankles to the sides of her waist with her legs bent double at the knees. A second strap went around her wrists and arms, winding them into a leather cocoon all the way down to her biceps, the crossing strands of leather cradling the back of her head.
Beorn spent the next half an hour gently, patiently, skillfully tickle-teasing Selene’s breasts, thighs and crotch with his fingers and human mouth. He brought her need for release to a pitch of exquisite, desperate sexual torture far beyond what Selene had been feeling earlier.
Now that Beorn was in human form, Selene felt the effects of his sexual glamour far more intensely, and it was devastating. Never had she wanted anyone or anything the way she wanted him at this moment.
The touch of his fingertips, so big and blunt, holding such brutal strength and raw power, grazing more lightly than eider down over her sensitive breasts, her tender inner thighs, teasing her to madness and yet tickling so that she giggled and laughed incessantly! She hated it and yet she loved it! Above all, it kept on increasing her already raging desire for Beorn. Selene could not believe how much she wanted, how much she needed to feel him inside of her!
Then Beorn was using his human fingers, lips and tongue on Selene’s labia. He teased her there until her clitoris helplessly emerged from under the protective hood that normally hid it. Beorn softly blew on that tender little nubbin, and Selene shuddered with pleasure and need. Finally ever so lightly, ever so tenderly, Beorn touched her clit with his lips and the tip of his tongue.
Gently, gently, oh so gently, Beorn almost made her cum, then whispered to her; “Selene. Selene. Do you want me to take you?”
With tears of unbearable need in her gorgeous eyes, Selene all but screamed; “Yes! Yes! I want you to take me! Please! Take me! Now! Oh, please, now!”
Placing one of the large pillows from the head of the bed under the small of Selene’s back, Beorn slid into her welcoming wetness and warmth. Selene gasped and smiled. She murmured; “Mmmmmm! So full. So nice. So good. Mmmm.”
Then she exploded in ticklish convulsions and wild, helpless laughter as Beorn began tickling her defenseless bare feet. It took less than a minute to bring on her first laughing orgasm. The second third and fourth followed as Beorn’s fingers played with her arches, her soles and her toes.
She was racked with wild laughter and orgasmic pleasure again and again. When she felt Beorn’s orgasm flowing inside her, it triggered her own fifth and best yet. Then Selene learned that the king of the Urken was not necessarily finished after one climax, the way human males and even most Vampires and Lyken were.
Beorn now enhanced Selene’s pleasure still farther, using his mouth on her breasts, then kissing her wide open, laughing mouth, then nibbling and suckling her happily throbbing nipples. All the while, his fingers still tickled her sensitive feet.
It was simply too much. Even for a Vampire, it came near to sensory overload. A human woman would long since have passed out, if not away, when Selene’s fifteenth orgasm coincided exactly with Beorn’s third. Suddenly the mutual pleasure was rebounding back and forth from one to the other, amplifying each time, their shared climax reaching to levels of pleasure that neither had ever reached before.
For Selene, it was totally unexpected, and unsuspected. She had no idea that this could happen, and she was overwhelmed. Beorn, however, had been told that this could happen by his grandfather, who had discovered it on his own. It was just as he had heard it described, and he knew what the aftermath would be.
Beorn unbound Selene and carried her from the dungeon playroom into the adjacent bedroom. They lay together on the bed, cuddling close. The formidable heat of his Urken body doing what would have been impossible for a human, actually warming her cold Vampire flesh and blood.
Beorn whispered into her ear; “Now, I will no longer keep you a prisoner. You will have the freedom of the palace and the county. You will be able to escape if you want to.”
She whispered back; “I don’t want to escape. Not any more. Not now, not ever. I want to be yours. Will you keep me?”
“I will. If you want me to.”
“Yes, yes, I want you to keep me. Forever.”
Beorn smiled. He had known she would say that. He knew that she meant every word. He knew that she always would. His grandfather had told him all about it; he had met and won his wife, Beorn’s grandmother, the same way. It was all a part of the powerful, sexual magic they had made together on the bondage bed.
They were still together, more than 200 years later. Beorn’s parents and grandparents were not dead, just retired in the way of their long lived kind, to let the younger generation take over.
Selene, in the informal way of the Urkenkin, would soon become Beorn’s queen. She would become the mother of his children, who would breed true as Urken, not Vampires.
He would never stop tickling her when they made love. He enjoyed it far too much. Nor would she want him to stop; she enjoyed receiving the tickle torture just as much as he enjoyed giving it. She always would, Beorn knew. Grandma still did; grandpa had told him so.
The End.
