Jules awoke to the scent of strong coffee and woodsmoke, enveloped in a soft, warm nest. The bed was huge at least a king size, it was hard to tell, looking as if it were hand-made. Birch, maybe. Soft tan flannel covered what felt like a feather mattress, the quilt and pillows were also feathered, flannelled in a deep chocolate. Peeking out from the covers, she took in the log-cabin style of the paneling, the rustic furnishings. Oil lamps. No electricity? She barely remembered Dan carrying her inside, how he had tenderly undressed her and put her to bed, curling around behind her.

But it was morning, and the pale sun of fall's awakening streamed into the room; clearing her thoughts, chasing away the daze and sexual haze of the night before. She crawled out of the monstrous bed, muscles stretched and bruised from the sweet abuse of the night before. She spotted her clothes, neatly folded, on the seat of a large wooden chair. There was a simple cotton shirt over the chair's tall backrest, and realizing she was ravenous, grabbed it to go out to meet Dan. She wriggled into it and luxuriated in its worn softness, its size it was large enough to make a dress for her, and smelled of him. She padded out the bedroom door.

Jules entered a large landing area, a door to her left, and a door directly across the landing. She slowly made her way down the wide staircase, leading to the front door. It was huge, ornately carved with leaves. To her right was the den, but she would explore that later. The invigorating, intoxicating scent of coffee was coming from her left. She passed a large wooden table set against a picture window. Is everything in here made of wood? Counters and open shelves lined the back wall, broken in the middle by a huge antique country stove. The source of Jules' search was sitting atop it, steaming gently. On the counter was a large earthenware mug, and Jules poured herself a cup. I wonder where - Her train of thought was broken by the sound of wood being split, fast, hard and regular. She smiled. Oh, lovely what a sight this will be!

Passing through the kitchen, she found a short hall leading to the side of the house. She stepped through the door to a wide covered porch, cornering around to the front of the cabin. The air was cool and fresh, but the big mug of coffee and the lingering warmth of last night's passion warmed Jules. Yes!

Dan stood in the middle of a small mud lot, surrounded by a rough branch fence. A pile of log rounds was on one side, a block and pile of smaller splits on the other. He looked magnificent, bare-chested and glowing from the exertion, but not out of breath. The sun made his hair gleam, a russet blonde rainbow. Sweat droplets were diamonds shining in the thick tawny hair covering his broad chest, his shoulders, his back. Even so densely furred, his burly musculature rippled and showed deep ridges of definition. A mist came off him as the heat from his body condensed in the coolness of the morning. It curled around him as if a lover; caressing him tenderly. Jules' fingers curled around her mug, itching with the desire to do the same. Dan waved to her.

"Good morning, pretty! Wait for me, I'm almost done." Effortlessly Dan picked up a large round and placed it on the block. Up swung the axe and down with a smash the round exploded into three pieces. One by one he picked them up and broke them down to kindling, his biceps and triceps working in perfect precision, their power evident in the ease of his labor. Steam rose from him, blasting in jets as he breathed. It swirled around him in a dancing veil; Jules was mesmerized, watching him intently over the rim of the coffee mug.

Dan glanced at Jules, noticing her scrutiny, and it seemed to energize him. His teeth flashed brilliantly at her before returning to the logs with renewed effort, an even more pronounced deliberation and grace to his movements. He's showing off for me. Her smile spread, lighting her eyes.

Darkness coalesced out of the vague shadows playing in the morning's haze Jules' attention wavered from Dan as she tried to make out who - Or what? was coming. A sudden stray ray of shine blazed through the mist and illuminated the shambling gait of a grizzly, coming straight for them. Jules' jaw dropped, her throat closing on an emergent scream. She'd seen pictures, of course. Seen bears in zoos, far away in a deep pit habitats. Admired their careless power and might in abstract. This time, live and only yards away, menace made the bear appear as large as a pickup truck, growing more so by the second.

Her cup slipped from her fingers, forgotten. It hit the porch with a clang; Dan looked up at her in alarm. Jules' jaw was working, but panic closed her throat. The bear was running now. In seconds it reached the wooden fence. Its loosely-bound limbs exploded into matchsticks with a swipe of the bears paw and then it was upon Dan. Jules screamed in terror. Dan and the bear rolled around the lot, snarling and grunting loudly. Fight or flight adrenaline flooded Jules' body. Dan!

It was a rallying cry to her reflexes and she scanned the porch. Yes! She grabbed the end of a long piece of wood leaning against the wall of the cabin. In her panic she didn't register it's shape, a long-barreled shotgun. It's incongruous smoothness was obliterated by the need to do something. She charged down the few steps to the combatants, screaming at the top of her lungs.

The bear was on top of Dan; its lips curled back, muzzle twitching. It swung its head around just as she wound her arm back for the strike. For an instant her wide staring eyes met the beady black ones of the bear, and they seemed to glow with a strange golden light. It startled her, but her nerves had already sent their orders, her muscles carried them out. Her arm came crashing down. She clubbed the bear across the bridge of its nose. Her frame shook with bolts of pain upon the impact. There was a thunderous explosion a flash of light! Jules staggered backwards, tripped and fell flat on her back. The back of her head exploded in pain and obliterated consciousness.



The moon silvered the tips of Dan's hair, backlighting his huge form, looming above her, obscuring his features. Silver stars and a golden gaze dazzled Jules ' eyes while her body bore his sweet, stabbing assault. A brief rain of golden red drops pattered on her face and lips; it slipped past her lips onto her tongue and burned down her throat. She was overwhelmed with sensation his thick, soft body hair was warm, smelling of cedar trees and woodsmoke, its touch a feather-soft kiss on her skin. His breath harsh, hot, blasting around her face, was a furnace of sound and hunger. His giant palm pinned both her wrists together over her head.

His wild mouth plundered her from ears to breast and she relished his consumption of her. Her ears were tasted thoroughly, invaded by an impudent tongue. Her blood effervesced. Her jaw was measured between his suckling, nibbling lips. Her throat trembled in ticklish anticipation ohhhhh, god, yes his mouth clamped on her neck, nursing on her pulse, sharp sparkles of nervefire struck by a stray tooth. And down, swallowing her breasts his teeth now regularly scraped the skin of her tiny breasts as he ravaged them greedily.

His cock battered her its presence an inexorable thrusting, filling, stretching her to the infinite limit of the exquisite. Pleasure/ pain brought her to new heights of experience. Her body spasmed over and over, shuddering with each slick plunge. Her ears rang with thick wet sounds of his swollen balls smacking on her bottom. One final thrust and she was impaled completely, her belly aflame with his pulsing, throbbing cock. The desirefire grew, engulfing her in soft, hot bliss as Dan seemed to also grow, his skin disappearing under a thick pelt of the softest fur.

His great head, still consuming her breasts, elongated. Guttural, snuffling grunts now came from him. His tongue grew too sinuous and rough, swiping and curling on her chest and around her neck in long slavering strokes. She felt the stab of claws around her wrists before he let go of them. His arms became shorter and thicker as they came down to encircle her, gathering her to him; he rolled on his back. Impossibly, his cock grew once more and Dan rumbled; his roar of release shook her; quaking through skin, muscle and bone Her body convulsed again in crashing waves of ecstasy her womb filled and overflowed with his boiling seed. Jules' eyes flew open and in shock she trembled in fear and awe as Bear spent his feral hunger within her.



Wha? She came to with a start, then relaxed as she became aware of warmth, the sensation of Dan's arms around her, the sound of his breath. Pain wracked her suddenly she groaned. Dan's hand was warm on her brow, his voice deep, soothing, concerned.

"Be still, pretty. I have you. You're safe now."

She realized the reassurance of his arm cradling her in his lap. His free hand ran over her, smoothing her limbs, checking for injury. His fingers came up to curl around her face. They ran gently through her hair, checking still. Finding nothing but ordinary contusions, Dan breathed a huge sigh of relief. Jules felt so comforted by that, touched with his worry. The first feelings of Love? budded, intangibly sweet invisible kisses, healing her hurts. And then came the real kisses, soft pressing of full lips on her brow, her eyes, and the brush of silky beard on her cheeks. His huge hand cradled her head; she relaxed into it, into his embrace, falling back as he looked at her carefully.

"Open your eyes, pretty, let me see you are well."

Jules groaned, wanting nothing more than to dissolve into oblivion, but Dan's grip tightened on her, a demand. She winced, her eyes fluttering tentatively. Dan's golden brown eyes glowed with concern, his frown breaking when she focused on him, and smiled. A sudden breath of warm air puffed on her cheek she heard a huffing sigh. She started, her head turning to the sound. The Bear's huge golden head filled her vision, the fur across his forehead matted with blood, his nose quivering. It was too much. Jules' last thought flitted through her brain, a puzzle for her dreams.

His eyes are golden?