The Werebears of Adengaan - Chapter Five

 The Werebears of Adengaan

by

MC

Chapter Five:

A dog barking in the distance woke Brunaulf. He turned to face Gaden, still sleeping, his back side to him, and smiled. The man was absolutely handsome, and even though he had known him for only a short time something clicked in his subconscious about pair-bonding with this mage. He drew in a long breath, sniffing from the small of his back up to the nape of his neck. His cock became rock-hard at the intoxicating scent from the man. Fighting the urge to rouse him from sleep, he rose from the large bed they shared and padded his way to the kitchen, naked, leaving the door cracked open. Soon after the sound of frying could be heard from the kitchen and the pleasant smell of seasoned meat wafted into the bedroom. Gaden woke to the smell and smiling left the bed to join his companion in the kitchen wrapping his arms around him in an embrace.

"Morning, Brunaulf." He kissed the solder from behind on the cheek, his semi-hard cock rubbing against Brunaulf's muscular crack.

"Morning, Gaden," He smiled, "breakfast is almost ready. Tea?"

"Please."

The soldier poured a mug for the mage and handed it to him.

"Thanks," Gaden said simply, "look, about last night, I'm sorry I..." He paused, searching for the right words, "...didn't return the favour. It just felt so good and I was so sleepy and..."

"Don't worry about it," Brunaulf blew the issue off, then sarcastically joked, "You got your ass kicked twice in one day. You needed the rest." He put a plate of food in front of his companion.

"Speaking of which," Gaden put a forkful of meat in his mouth, "it was a good thing you were there when you were. Thanks, for all you’ve done, I might not be alive, were it not for you."

"You're welcome" his host said simply.

"By the way, did you happen to see anyone else there while you were there?"

Brunaulf as a precaution went into soldier mode, keeping a neutral expression.

"What do you mean? When I got there, you were on the ground, practically unconscious. I didn't see anyone else. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I think there was someone else there… I think. It all happened so fast and I could barely see out of the eye that wasn’t swollen shut, but it looked like someone with a bear's head or something was there."

Brunaulf laughed slightly at the mage. "I don't see why someone would wear a mask like that at that time of night, and unless someone can shapeshift, I don't think..."

The word shapeshift jerked Gaden to attention, cutting off Brunaulf's line of thought.

"OH HELLS! What's today?"

"The fourteenth"

"Damn, damn, DAMN!" Gaden bolted from the table and ran for the bedroom, putting his clothes on at a frantic pace, "Today is my exam on transmutations," he called from the bedroom, "I have to go." He danced on one foot from the bedroom as he put his shoe on the other foot. "I'm so sorry, but I must go, damn it!" He came around the table to the big brute who stood up and he gave him a hug before hurrying to the door.

The mage paused for a moment after opening the door and turned to face the burly soldier.

"Hey Brunaulf, um, any chance I can see you again? You know, to thank you?" Gaden asked somewhat embarrassed.

The brawny man grinned ear to ear. "Count on it."

The mage smiled and closed the door behind him.

The next two weeks were a blur for both men. Brunaulf had a new set of recruits to whip into shape, and Gaden was dealing with entrance exams to see what was most important for his next level of studies while also starting his service to the King. Despite their hectic schedules they managed to spend time together with quite a few intimate moments along the way. On one particular occasion, about a week after the assault, Brunaulf was staying in Gaden's room at the guild. He woke early and refused to fight the urge to manhandle the sleeping man. He roused him by licking Gaden's member. Brunaulf began sucking his cock until it was as hard as a sword hilt. In times past he would simply masturbate after Gaden was satisfied, but this morning he was going to make it more interesting for himself. Moving from Gaden's cock he tickled his balls with his beard, flicking his tongue under his ball-sack, and after raising his knees slowly, methodically, moved his tongue closer to Gaden's hole. Eliciting a gasp from Gaden, he began to probe with his tongue in and around his hole. He could feel his lover starting to loosen and relax so he used the opportunity to slip one of his fingers in. There was a loud yelp of pleasure from Gaden and he started to relax. The powerful brute started to work the hole with his finger. Gaden was painfully stiff, precum leaked like a faucet as Brunaulf found and massaged his prostate with expertise. The smaller man’s muscular body quivered as be begged for more from his lover. Deciding Gaden was ready, Brunaulf removed his finger and roughly pulled him to the edge of the bed where he was standing and lifted his legs up.

"I'm a little large," was all Brunaulf said as his cockhead pressed against Gaden's hole. There was some resistance but with a little push he was able to get his head inside. Gaden let out a gasp, part pleasure, and part pain while Brunaulf paused so his smaller, taut companion could get used to being penetrated.

"That's a good cubby," Brunaulf cooed, "I told you it was a little large."

“You’re not a little anything, Brunaulf”, Gaden quipped, making the brute chuckle.

Slowly, gently, the he began to push himself in all the way to the hilt. When he was satisfied the smaller man was okay, he slowly pulled out only to quickly bury himself to the root in his muscular companion. Every thrust elicited a different reaction, some were whimpers, some were groans, some were loud, and all were pleasure. It didn’t take long for Gaden, experiencing another first in his life, to scream in pleasure and explode all over himself. Huge thick ropes splattered all through his chest hair, his beard, and part of the bed. Seeing the vigorous show from his partner, Brunaulf pulled out and sprayed his seed all over the floor in thick puddles. Both were well spent, giant crawled back into bed and caressed his lover, enjoying the afterglow of their passion.

Soon after he kissed his cub on the forehead and got out of bed.

"I have soldiers to train," He said simply as he used the basin in the room to wash himself up. He took the used wash cloth and cleaned up the seed he’d left on the floor, donned his armour in about twenty minutes, and with a last glance at Gaden still lying in bed relaxing, left the room just as the clock tower rang six. Several members of the guild opened their doors as they heard the beefy soldier walk by in his heavy armour, staring at him, then at Gaden's door, then back at him, exchanging looks of curiosity and confusion.

With his two weeks of exams over, and the results in, Gaden had a two week respite before he started formal studies as well as his service to King Halben. He was found to "need improvement" in Herbalism and Esoteric Studies - two subjects he hated anyway - and had a "pass with commendation" in Enchanting. His other areas were found "satisfactory". Brunaulf, meanwhile was finishing his role in training the new recruits before handing them off to the next section leader. The two took it as another opportunity to spend more than a night in each other's company. They mutually agreed to take a few days to go camping in the woods. A weekend of fresh air outside the city would do them both good. For Brunaulf it was an opportunity to broach the subject of what he was and what he knew about Gaden. They prepared a small cart of supplies and left the city late morning, following the road west through the grain fields.

Gaden relaxed, leaning back while his burly companion skillfully tended to the reins for the horse. Away from the hustle of the city and the frenetic pace of exams, the mage had time to study and appreciate the man he was falling in love with. He loved how a man could be so huge, so strong, and yet handle a horse with such deft and gentleness. To be strong as an ox and yet could tenderly caress someone when injured. The experiences of infatuation and love were new to him and he allowed himself to be consumed by the excitement as he looked forward to the uninterrupted time with the enormous man. Brunaulf was also falling in love and with that he began to wonder how he would broach the topic of what he was. Some were direct, others indirect, none completely satisfied him.

"Oh, I passed this cairn the other day," Gaden said, breaking Brunaulf from his musings, "I was out for a run and found this. Seemed like a good turnaround point for a run."

Brunaulf stopped the horse and pulled it to the side of the road.

"I know this cairn," the big man volunteered, "I set it up. Marks good camping nearby. Great places to spend the night." He dismounted from the cart and started removing his clothes.

"It also makes a great marker to know where you left your clothes."

Gaden had a lopsided grin.

"What?" Brunaulf grinned back, "We're in the wilderness. All the other animals are naked!"

Gaden demurred on going naked, just yet. Brunaulf put his clothes in a sack and buried it under some of the stones of the cairn.

"Bring the horse and cart off the road a little more, and grab some camp supplies and," he pointed northwest, "head up the hill there with the horse. Just past the top it flattens out. Just pick a spot in the clearing and I'll be there in a bit." He started walking north.

"Where are you going?" Gaden asked.

Brunaulf turned back around, arms at his sides palms facing out, shrugging, "To get supper, of course!" He turned around again, laughing a little.

Part perplexed, part amused at the hairy hulk going completely naked to get supper in the woods, Gaden went up the hill to set up camp. He found a great spot on the edge of the clearing. Enough tree cover to keep the afternoon sun off them, but not so much they couldn't enjoy a night under the stars. About an hour after he set up camp Brunaulf still hadn't returned and he began to wonder exactly what he might be up to. A mischievous grin split his brown beard, he decided he would play a prank his lover by sneaking up on him in the woods. He concentrated for a moment to open a conduit to the ether and cast a spell that would silence his movements. It was a "sonic dampening field" in that any sounds that tried to pass through it would be muted. Satisfied, he made a reasonable guess which way the naked mountain of muscle went and headed that way. It wasn't long before he encountered a small stream. The mage noticed a few fish jumping and suspected Brunaulf might have tried his hand at a crude form of spear fishing. He decided to follow the river toward where he thought he would be if that was his plan.

Brunaulf was having the time of his life. He had been cooped up in the city for too damn long and it was nice to be free of form constraints. He was in his full bear shape, sitting in the water at a small three foot waterfall, watching. Three large fat fish were on the riverbank still flapping their tails in protest of being captured. One more, and they would have plenty to eat for a while. Patiently, he sat and watched. A broad, plump fish attempted to jump the fall in one leap. Quick as lightning his jaws clamped down on the fish. Satisfied with the prize flapping in his mouth, he stood on all fours and walked the river bank. After giving himself a quick shake to get the water out of his fur, he dropped the fish and began his transformation back to human form. The familiar feeling of tendons popping and bones stretching flooded his senses. But something else was tripping his senses as he changed. It was a smell, a sweet, delicious smell on the wind, one the powerfully built werebear lusted after. After finishing the transformation to human form he quickly turned his head toward the wind and saw him. It was Gaden looking from behind a tree, wide eyed. The young mage came out from behind the tree, astounded by what he had just seen.

"Why didn't you tell me you had magical skill?" Gaden asked, "That was absolutely amazing!"

The big man did not expect this reaction at being caught shifting form, but then again he was with someone who drank from the well of the supernatural as his trade, not some commoner who knew nothing but the mundane life inside the city walls.

"No, it’s not magic." Brunaulf said. He offered no more information. With no more information being offered, Gaden tried to fill in the blanks.

"I don't get it. Are you cursed or something?"

Brunaulf thought about his physical strength, his abilities as a werebear, and his way of life and laughed, "No, I'm definitely not cursed, quite the opposite I would say."

"Well then what?" Gaden pressed while picking up some of the fish, "I don't get it."

Given the mage's experience, Brunaulf chose a direct response.

"I'm a werebear."

"A... werebear?"

"Yes. A werebear" he said as if it were the most mundane thing to say.

Gaden wracked his brain, trying to find any mental entry, some recollection from Jamder, about anything to do with werebears. He came up empty. Brunaulf picked up the other two fish and started walking in the rough direction of the clearing with Gaden correcting his path slightly and restarting the conversation.

"So what exactly is a werebear? I take it its some kind of blend between a man and a bear?" The mage asked.

"You could say that," Brunaulf started to explain, "most of us start out life as ordinary humans but a few among us started as bears. Think of it as having both a "bear spirit" and a "human spirit" at the same time. It happens through the exchanging of a "vital" fluid from a werebear to a candidate. The candidate then transforms over a period of time, usually a few months, becoming one of us. It's quite an amazing experience."

The young mage turned this over in his head. The idea of this kind of transmutation made sense, but he couldn't figure out why Jamder never discussed the subject. He would have to research this when he got back to the city.

"The thing is," Brunaulf stopped walking and stared intently at Gaden as if trying to convey information with his facial expressions, "if someone is a candidate, any werebear is going to know it, but it’s up to the candidate to make the choice freely to join our brotherhood.”

Gaden's face belied his processing of the explicit and implicit information.

“It’s an odor, a particular kind of musk,” Brunaulf offered before the “How?” question could be asked, “and it’s the most amazing, heady, alluring, intoxicating smell.” He stepped closer to the mage, “any of us can smell it, but the more 'compatible' you are the more irresistible, the more seductive it is. And let me tell you,” Brunaulf in one step closed the gap, “you're smelling quite tasty!”

The enormous bear grabbed Gaden behind the head and pulled him in for a kiss. His cock stood rigid, pulsig with each heartbeat, leaking from the dizzying scent. Gaden wrapped his arms around the beast and kissed him back for a few seconds before Brunaulf broke it.

“There'll be plenty of time for this,” he smiled, “let’s get back to camp and have a meal where I can tell you more and show you some of the 'advantages' of being what I am.” Gaden nodded and they walked back to camp enjoying the sights and sounds of nature. On arrival in camp Brunaulf surveyed the site Gaden had chosen for their weekend, smiled and nodded his approval.

“How about you get the fire going while I clean the fish?” he offered. “Then we can have some fun.” Gaden looked at the fire pit, kindling already in place, and then looked at Brunaulf, shaking his head.

“I have a better idea,” Gaden offered as he walked over and started playfully pushing his lover backwards with one hand while fondling his ball-sack with the other, “how about you lie down on the soft grass here and I'll suck your cock?”

The werebear didn't have to be asked twice as he laughed and made a show of falling backwards on the ground. Gaden pounced on his strong, thick legs and enveloped the large cock in front of him in his mouth. His deep rumbling growl seemed to vibrate his whole body as he received oral pleasure. The young man was getting good, really good, at this. His tongue ran up and down the shaft, tickling the head every now and then. Brunaulf slowly shifted into a half form, letting his fur sprout all over his muscular body. His hands became paw like as he lightly mauled the head of mage so skillfully tending to his needs. It wasn't long before the big bear was ready to blow his load, so he grabbed the young man by his head and pulled him up for a kiss while he jacked himself off to a finish. His entire body quaked as he unloaded volley after volley on his own chest and beard. After a few minutes his breathing returned to normal.

“So,” Brunaulf said as he began reverting to full human form and turning to kiss Gaden next to him on the forehead, “we're never going to get any food without that fire going.”

Gaden turned his head the other way and looked at the campfire. With a snap of his fingers the kindling roared to life with a nice fire starting to build.

“Fringe benefits,” Gaden said, laughing. Brunaulf let out a small chuckle as well.

As they prepared and cooked their fish it was time for Brunaulf to do some more explaining about werebear life. He went into some detail about how one undergoes the transformation and the different ways “vital fluids” can be used to start the process. The penny dropped in Gaden's mind. It explained why Brunaulf was so careful never to come inside him or to let him suck him off completely. He discussed some of the benefits of the metamorphosis to his body and went into some details about the “werebear brotherhood” as they ate and the sun went down. The stars started making appearances and the two snuggled together by the fire, Bruanaulf still naked and Gaden with just a pair of shorts.

“That's why our community is so far west in the mountains,” Brunaulf concluded, “it helps protect our privacy and maintain our secrecy. But my, oh my, the fun times you have when you go home.” His eyes went distant and his cock started to stiffen, “The first time I went with my Uncle Karn I was shocked. So many beautiful, bearish men, a true feast for the eyes. Uncle Garret was there too. He was the one who gave me his seed to start the transformation process. Probably where I inherited my stout build and larger size. I guarantee you, you'll NEVER forget those three months you spend there getting bigger, stronger, and hairier. It's quite the experience.”

Gaden was starting to chub up at the description of what seemed like paradise. The descriptions of the kind of man you would become, the brotherhood you would share, and the thought of having a permanent home and family among the like-minded appealed to him greatly.

“I want you to think about it,” Brunaulf said, “Don't make a decision now. Just think about it,” the bear-man playfully teased, “do some research in that way you mages do before making decisions. When… or if… you decide to join us, let me know. I want to be with you. I want to be the one that brings you into the brotherhood. It would be the greatest of honours.”

He kissed the mage gently, tenderly, letting the hunger slowly build for what would be a night of passion under the stars as the fire glowed softly well into the evening.