Darque Wants, page 9
part #5 of Darque Billionaire Series
He barely opened his eyes and crawled out of his tent, still feeling nervous from a particularly gruesome nightmare. “Anyone out here? Best you tell me now or else we’ll have a problem, hombre,” he said, having sworn he heard some rustling.
Shirtless and in jeans with no weapon to speak of, his rough voice was all he had to ward off an intruder.
“You hear me, boy? Come on out and show yourself. I ain’t going to hurt you.”
He shook his head, shaking off the sleepy and waited a long moment, hands on his hips and trying to wake up to the early morning sky.
Just as he turned his head left he saw the damndest thing: a huge black bear, staring holes through him with those huge eyes, and showing his chompers.
“Holeeeeee…” His body went into panic, but he stayed perfectly still. Wide-eyed and panting, he tried to remain calm. He stared into the bear’s eyes but the animal seemed provoked. It took a step forward, and Jaroth sprung a step back—but still trying not to cower and show fear. Fear, definitely the only thing going through his head.
Since when are bears in Texas? he thought, feeling his stomach rise into his throat.
The bear didn’t seem curious, bored or concerned—it seemed downright pissed and looked as if it was about to tear him limb from limb over a personal vendetta. This was the meanest bear he had ever seen in his life, and that included that Timothy Treadwell documentary, since this bear’s eyes were mad.
The bear roared, right before lunging towards Jaroth. But the fierce creature landed inside his tent, tearing and bending the roof every which way, giving Jaroth a running head start out of town. Jaroth ran like the wind, despite the bear roaring in protest and crumbling the tent to shreds.
Jaroth finally felt safe and stopped running when he reached Marionne’s house. Still bare-chested and heaving, he could barely speak when he saw her.
“Wow,” Marionne said, raising her eyebrows. “You are just never satisfied, Mister Sexy.”
“Not funny…bear…chasing me.”
“What?!”
“A bear! A bear, Marionne! A freaking bear. I was camping out in Taluka and out of nowhere a bear comes up to me. I was one second away from death!”
“A bear? In Texas?”
“I swear to Christ, that’s what I saw.” Jaroth had a look of morbid paranoid in his face. “And this was no ordinary bear. No curiosity. No hunger. This mother-effer wanted to kill me!”
Marionne stared at Jaroth, quite peeved and feeling the palpable sense of dread.
“Say…you don’t think…” Jaroth started to say.
“What?”
“Did John Brown maybe put a hex on me?”
“A hex?”
“Yeah, like a voodoo curse or something? Like some witch spell where he makes animals attack me?”
“Look just calm down, big boy,” Marionne says, patting him down, and kind of eager to rub that chiseled physique again. “You’re talking crazy.” She rubbed his chest, touching his nipples and his belly button. “Besides, I talked to John. He said he’s okay with it.”
“Okay with what?”
“With this. Whatever it is. It means you don’t have to worry.”
“Well, it’s not like he would tell you if he had a death hex put on me.”
“Hey, come on. It’s no big deal. People see bears all the time. Don’t provoke them. Just go on your merry way.”
“That was no ordinary bear,” he said, his chest still shaking up and down.
“Come on…I got just the thing to calm you down.”
She kneeled down in front of Jaroth and unbuttoned his pants.
“Wha-What are you doing?” he asked nervously.
“What do you think I’m doing?” she said unzipping him and pulling down his jeans. His pants still hugging his knees, Marionne stared at his alert penis—rising slowly and always a good sport for a woman’s touch. She looked at his growing head and admired its smooth lines, circumcised perfectly and growing in her hands. His pubic hair was neat shaven and his testicles were smooth. “This will calm you down, mmm?”
“I…I guess so…”
“Poor baby, that bear really spooked you didn’t he?”
“Just never seen one that close before…” he mumbled trying to put the visual out of his mind and focus on Marionne’s wet tongue, slinking up his scrotum and licking the base of his shaft.
He huffed in and out transferring his nervous panic into nerves of excitement, letting Marionne take his head in her mouth, then more inches of his thick shaft. “Ohhhh yeah…”
“Mmmm…” she smacked. “Better?”
“A little bit. But I could use a bit more…relaxing…” he said with a smile.
“Mmmm does that make you hard, baby?” she said in between long slurps and licks, keeping his hard penis nice and cool with that strong southern wind. “Getting a blowjob from John Brown’s wife?”
“Errrggg…” he replied with a sudden pang of discomfort, trying to forget John Brown’s angry face altogether.
Marionne’s gift calmed Jaroth temporarily but within hours he was hollering up a storm, telling local townspeople that John Brown was still alive. Connecting that with his bear story proved a bit difficult, as no one else quite got the relationship between John Brown and a wild bear.
Marionne, however, was inclined to believe him. In fact, she accepted the farfetched story so easily, that only fueled Jaroth’s paranoia. Why would she buy his tall tale of a bear possessed by John Brown unless she knew something she wasn’t telling him?
Jaroth was particularly interested in Marionne’s promise to “talk to John” and clear things up. Already paranoid, this fed Jaroth’s delusion even more, to the point where he decided to follow her into the next county, trailing her from a distance.
Jaroth figured maybe she worked some kind of scam out with John Brown, or something else freaky and weird was going on. But as they say, the truth is always freakier and weirder than the lie. What he saw next was not quite what he had in mind.
Marionne wandered around the desert at night, hardly any signs of life around but a bright full moon. Almost psychically, she knew where John would be hiding.
A bear walked up to her, shyly at first, scouting her for any threat.
“Hey,” she said to the bear. “It’s me. As you can tell.”
Jaroth watched from a distance and raised his eyebrows in shock.
“I thought we agreed, John? No more from you. You said you were letting me go.”
The bear moved closer, sniffing her perfume and shifting its snout in her direction.
“Look, this isn’t easy for me. Yeah, it felt good bragging to you about my new boyfriend. But you know, you well know it still hurts me inside. You know that.”
The bear looked into her eyes, still sniffing as he moved in closer.
“I know you can understand me, John. I thought you told me that you were learning how to control yourself? You know the talking, the violence?”
Jaroth stared in slack-jawed confusion. “Oh my God. This woman’s crazier than I am.”
“Or is this the cold treatment? Grow up, John. I’m not going to fuck you as a bear. Okay? Not going to happen.”
The bear suddenly became agitated and showed its teeth, unleashing a primal roar that echoed in the desert.
“What? Don’t get all pissy,” she said, trying to stay firm but taking steps back in fear. “You said you would never hurt me, John.”
The bear roared, shifting its snout downward and walking faster, eyeing Marionne like a piece of meat.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m not a piece of meeeeee-!”
She panicked as the bear lunged at her, falling down hard and knocking her to the ground with its huge paws.
Jaroth came running out hollering and waving his shirt around. “Get out of here! Get out of here!” Jaroth pulled out a small knife from his pocket and began waving it around. “GET!”
The bear roared loudly and knocked away the knife—as well as Jaroth’s entire body, which flipped over.
“Oh Jesus! Jesus!” Jaroth screamed, as the black bear stood up on its hind legs, well over six or seven feet tall.
Jaroth did a roll on the ground and jumped back to his feet. He looked one more time at the teeth-bearing monster and took off running, cursing the wind.
“I’m sorry, Marionne! I’m sorry!” he said, as his voice eventually faded.
Marionne watched in horror as the bear came closer, widening its mouth and moving its snout closer to her neck.
Before it could take a bite, another bear jumped into the melee, striking the other bear with its hefty paws and chomping its neck.
The bears roared at each other for a long grueling moment. But the second bear, the courageous one, began rattling a nearby metal trash can against the ground. The other bear seemed disturbed by all the noise and backtracked, eventually leaving Marionne behind.
“Oh my God!” she said, her eyes flinching and heart tracing. “John! Oh God…that was…that was not you.”
“No, it wasn’t,” the bear said, eventually losing its shape and morphing back into a more human-like being.
“Holy…oh God. I can’t believe I did that. It really wasn’t you.”
“Yeah. You really ought to ask first, before you assume. Since, you know, when you assume…you get eaten.”
“Yeah!”
John Brown continued his morphing until he stood up tall and erect, a homo-sapien, all right, just as fully formed as a woman could hope for. And he stood erect quite literally, as he was nude, giving Marionne a very full and unobstructed view of his ten inch tightly stretched penis.
“You…you’re naked,” she said, looking down below, as always, in awe of John’s body.
“Well, nothing really fits me when I turn,” John said with a shrug.
She stared at him, meeting his eyes and lowering her eyelids, as if to send a message. “Well, I just came here to tell you to leave us alone. Jaroth and me.”
“Jareth? Like the Goblin King?”
“Jaroth, with an O! And besides, I’m not afraid of you. You can’t scare me.”
“If I wanted to scare you, babe, you’d be in Arkansas by now. I’m letting you off the hook. You can date whoever you want.”
She folded her arms and gave him a sideways glance.
“But just so we’re clear on things, if I ever wanted you back I’d come and get you.”
There it was, that killer confidence that Marionne found irresistible. That entitlement. John Brown’s complete lack of conscience and his obliviousness to all things common and decent. And yes, of course, the fact that he was the most dangerous man on earth also had its perks.
“You couldn’t handle me,” she purred, turning her face away but keeping her eyes locked into his.
“Hey, I know that look,” he said in suspicion. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything,” she hissed, though moistening her panties was not really a “thing”, was it? Her face seemed a bit flush and her voice became syrupy and short-clipped. The way she always looked and sounded right before the inevitable.
“I know that look. I know what you’re thinking. And I know how wet you must be getting right now,” he said, still cautious. “We’ve been down this road before. We screw like animals. Fight. Then leave each other in tears. We know how this one ends, don’t we, Marionne?”
“Yeah. So don’t touch me,” she said snidely, raising her chin.
John stared her down, already smelling the scent of her wetness and desiring her more than ever, especially since another man dared to claim her. His rational mind warned him against it. It sure wasn’t safe, given the full moon tonight. But every time he tried turning around his body objected, as if involuntarily forcing him to look at what he wanted most.
“Take off your clothes,” he said sternly, his chest starting to rise and fall and his eyes becoming feral.
“No,” she snarked back. “You can’t tell me what to do anymore. I belong to him now.”
“Over his dead body,” John growled, his thirst for her skin growing by the second.
“You can’t make me.”
John Brown chased after her and grabbed her in a wild, jarring swirl, kissing her with all power, nothing left but his base instinct. He put his hands through her hair as he kissed her, ripping open her shirt and eyeing her black bra with hunger.
They fell to the ground, John taking the hit but hardly letting the fall distract him. He rubbed his rough face all over her breasts, kissing and licking her skin like a starving beast. She felt her passions rising and her senses quivering as he pulled her bra half off, ravenously gnawing her erect nipples. She leaned forward and put her hands backwards trying to unhook her bra so the animal of a man wouldn’t choke her to death in his fervor.
When she unhooked the back he ripped it away and threw it out of view, like the worthless skin of a meal. He greedily sucked her nipples reducing her to excited little shrieks and gasps. She arched her back and ran her hands through her hair, the excitement pricking every nerve in her body. She touched his muscles, running her hands over his chest, his stomach and around his sides.
She crossed her legs over him and grabbed him by the head pulling him in closer—closer to her aching heart and burning loins.
“Come on…”
“What about your boyfriend?”
“Nobody does it like you, baby,” she said, closing her eyes and tensing up as he kissed a red hot path from her cleavage to her navel and then to her pants. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled hard, yanking her out of them and ready to pounce.
She crawled away from him, pulling her black panties down and taking them into her hands. She threw them at his face, giving him something to smell. Her growled deeper, madder, almost beastly—almost like the werebear was still in control in there.
He lunged forward, grabbing her waist and lifting her legs into the air, planting his lips smack against her clitoris. Marionne felt her lips ooze and cried out into the air, grabbing his hair and pulling hard, matching his restless tongue in intensity.
He sat on all fours and crawled forward, letting his monster of a penis flog her from her pubic mound to her ribs to her breasts and then dangling against her face.
“No…it’s too big,” she said with a smile, and then crawled backwards as if to escape. He stalked her, naked as the jungle with his bouncing penis tightening and soon reaching full length.
“You woke up the monster,” he said, his eyes becoming extra black and larger than a man’s. “Now you’re going to pay for it.”
She stood up and turned away from him, but in less than two seconds he mounted her from behind.
“Ohhh God! Fuck me, John!”
“Unghhhh huhhhh…” John Brown grunted as he slid his manhood into her, from behind, stimulating every inch on the way up. “Take it. Take it deep…”
“Mmm-hmm!” she squealed as he held her tight with his forearm over her chin and his other arm mashing against her breasts. “Oh God it’s so big…”
“She shut her eyes in surrender as he entered her fully, letting his bulging head penetrate first, and giving her strong G-spot friction. But then he went deeper, sliding more inches down into her lips, wet and sliding inside. She moaned loudly, and then another note higher, as she realized there were more inches of manhood to take in.
“I want more,” he growled, grabbing her by the arms as he pushed himself in deeper, loving the feeling of her juices crashing against his veins like waves. “When I tell you, clench your walls together and then hold it and then let go when I tell you. Do it just like I say or else it’ll really hurt.”
“Yes…yes…mmm…”
He pushed himself another inch deeper, and another, grabbing mounds of sweaty flesh from her back to steady himself. Nothing else in sight to grab, she began hammering down on the ground, and pulling grass from its roots, howling with all her power.
“Don’t ever forget who you belong to.”
“Uh huh! You! You…oh Gawdd it’s so huge…”
“Now. Clench together. Do it.”
“Ohhh ohhh ohhh” she panted, squeezing her inner walls shut and gripping his already thick and expanded penis and making for a tighter squeeze.
“Oh God, I can’t…”
“Hold it. Hold it. Just another second.”
“UGnnhhh!” she screamed, tensing her vaginal squeeze with all her might.
“Now let go, now!”
“Ahhhhh!” she screamed, letting go, only to feel more of his monstrous shaft enter her, reaching beyond the G-spot and stimulating another sensitive spot. “Oh right there…yes!”
“Now take it, show me how much you want it,” he said, thrusting harder.
“Yes! Oh John, right there—right there!”
He penetrated her hard and fast, working towards a rhythm and ready her for the elusive simultaneous orgasm that he had worked so long to perfect. He grabbed her by the hair, using the leverage to fuck her with more fury.
They were both dripping in sweat, and inside it was a deluge. She drenched his shaft so good he felt her wetness all the way out to his scrotum. She loved when he started losing control. It was always that moment, right before he announced he was ready to come—that soul-wrenching moment when she could hear his testicles smacking hard against her cheeks. She creamed him so many layers she could hear every wet popping entry, and that in addition to his violent, angry grunts was too much to bear.
Bear—she giggled, even on the verge of orgasm. Whatever John Brown was, it wasn’t normal and that’s why she couldn’t bring herself to ever forget him.
John’s orgasm started building and he struggled to grab onto something. But her back was dripping wet and even her hair was soaked. He grabbed onto her breasts and held on tight, even while rolling over and putting her on top of him—never stopping his penetration, which seemed to be on auto-pilot, given how fast he was thrusting and how little he even thought about it.
Just on the verge of coming herself, Marionne turned her head to take in John’s sweating, desperate aura. She loved the feeling of his locks dripping all over her shoulder, his teeth biting her neck in agony. His smell, his steamy breaths and his imploding voice chanting her name was enough to send Marionne into a full body spasming orgasm. It rocked her and she responded by clenching down on John’s weakening penis, forcing him to explode, shooting his seed all over her inner walls and streaming all over her wet pubic hair when she released his still-aching hard penis.
