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CHAPTER 18: SPIRIT JOURNEY - BEAR
I didn’t immediately react. After all, I felt I deserved at least a little recovery time after all that I had experienced. And, what I remembered experiencing was only a part of what I fully experienced. According to the Wolf Spirit, anyway. Having been dragged through the sand by the knot in my pussy, I would not be surprised that the combination of his knot and my g-spot and the motion of his walking and my being dragged caused the steady orgasms he suggested.
I don’t think I had ever experienced anything like what just happened and the civilized person in me felt I should thank him for that.
“Wolf … uhm … by the way, do you have a name besides Wolf?” No answer. I looked up, behind me and all around me. I was alone. I moved to my knees and looked around, again. Ahead of me, the sand along the rope was unmarked. I found no indication of tracks to the sides, either. Behind was the markings of him dragging me. Had he really managed to go around me and retreat along the same path without my hearing or seeing him?
Very weird. Another weird thing in a long succession of weird things. I might have been tempted to write it off as just a dream except for the feeling still evident in my pussy and the cum still evident leaking from my still gaping pussy. I slipped a finger in and brought it out covered in juices, mine combined with his. I sucked my finger clean and was talking to myself all over again.
“Very definitely not a dream. No dream could be this real.”
I stood up and looked down at the sand. I reached for the rope barely visible and pulled it out of the sand. I pulled up on it and exposed the direction it was leading. It was as if it had been there for some time and the wind had deposited grains of sand over it. But, I couldn’t have been out here that long.
“Follow the rope.” The rope has led me to find two Spirit a****ls and they have seemed incredibly appropriate for me. What could there be to still discover? The Bear said a third Spirit a****l was possible, but he sounded very vague and non-committal about it, too.
I started up the next dune, the rope sliding through my fingers as before. I was back in my Journey mode… following the rope. Find what will be found. It was like a mantra … follow the rope … find what will be found. There was nothing else to consider. Perhaps the rope was just following a circular route and bringing me back to the tipi. Then, I will have to worry about my dress, or, more specifically, worry about not having it. That should be an interesting explanation. Maybe that is what I should be thinking about. How will I explain reappearing without the dress or boots? How will I explain it to Samantha?
I crested this dune and absently started down the other side, half stepping and half sliding in the sand. Then, I looked … below me was a massive bear. Its fur was light brown with gray and, from this distance, he seemed large. And a thought stopped me in my tracks. If he seems large from here, how much larger will he seem up close? And, combined with his extra-large size, his coloring was also concerning. From a little research for a couple backpacking trips in Colorado while in college, I know that not all black bears are black, but I also knew they weren’t this large.
I figured the way this had been going I had nothing to lose by making my inquiry directly to him. “You are standing over my rope. Are you who I am intended to meet, or are you an interruption in my Journey?”
He had seen me as soon as I had seen him. He was already looking up at me and I was supposing that a response from him might provide a clue as to his intentions. “Your rope?”
In a peculiar way, I wasn’t surprised by that response. a****ls out here seemed to all be quite challenging. “Yes, my rope. At least I chose it and am following it. I must follow the rope.” He didn’t respond to that and it concerned me. I mumbled to myself, “Could that be a grizzly bear? If I was intended to meet a bear, I would prefer it to be a black bear. I wonder, though, if it would make any difference when it is so large. No, grizzly bears are much more unpredictable and dangerous.”
He called out to me from below, “Who are you talking to?”
I looked at him with the recognition that I had a similar dialog with the Wolf Spirit. “Myself. Are you a Bear Spirit?”
“Who told you to follow the rope?”
“An owl. He was my first Spirit on this Journey.”
There was loud rumbling rising from within his body. I didn’t know if it was growling or the way he laughed. He flicked his head to my left, “That owl?”
I turned to look to my left and there sat my Owl Spirit. “Where did you come from?”
“I am your Spirit, aren’t I? Where should I be?”
I had no idea what that meant. Do my Spirits then remain aware of me or they are available to me when I need them for reassurance or support? I couldn’t resist the temptation to look around to see if Wolf might also be nearby. He wasn’t.
I turned back to the Owl. “Do you know if he is a black bear or a grizzly?”
“Does it matter?”
I looked down at the bear. “I think it would, don’t you?”
“Were you equally concerned when encountering Wolf?” He had an excellent point. For some reason, when I encountered the Wolf Spirit, I was inclined to simply accept the encounter. So, why am I reacting differently now? My mind had been wrestling with this being real or imaginary, reality or dream. I considered that the ending with Wolf might mean this was some sort of reality. Which would make a grizzly very dangerous. Wouldn’t that also have made Wolf very dangerous, though?
The Owl pushed with another approach. “What do you know about bears, anyway?”
These talking a****ls challenging me. “When backpacking in the Colorado mountains, I was told to put a bear bell on my pack. The sound would warn away bears. On the occasion when that might not be enough, I was to carry a strong pepper spray, in case.”
“How do you tell a black bear from a grizzly bear?” I turned back to the Owl to find that silly hint of a smile showing on its face. I shrugged. “The s**t.” I looked at it puzzled. “Usually, you can tell by the s**t.” He looked down at the bear who seemed content observing our exchange. I saw the bear shaking its massive head, but the Owl continued, “Black bears are omnivores and their s**t generally has berries, nuts, foliage in it.”
Okay, I’ll play along, “And Grizzlies?”
The Owl took wing and hovered 15 feet above the dune, “Grizzlies, their s**t usually has bells in it and smells like pepper.” It then flew back in the direction I had come from.
I turned back to the bear. He was again shaking his head when he stopped and looked up at me. “Owls. They have a peculiar sense of humor. But, they represent wisdom, correct?” I nodded. “So, what did you learn?”
“Well, I need to trust my intuition.” I began that walking/sliding down the dune’s slope. “After everything that has happened, my intuition tells me that the Owl would have told me if I was really in danger. Also, on this Journey, after talking with an owl, then a wolf, there seems little surprise or justifiable alarm with talking to a bear.” I was at the bottom, standing in front of him. I leaned forward and made a dramatic point of sniffing while I stood five feet from him. “But, there is no harm in being safe.”
He leaned forward, also, putting our faces not three feet apart. “What are you doing?”
I smiled, “Smelling for pepper.”
He roared something that had the clear effect of a laugh. Standing on his four feet, his head was at the same level as mine. I wondered if he might be nine or ten feet tall when on his hind legs and standing fully erect.
He was indeed yet another Spirit a****l to be added to my list. In the kingdom of spirit a****ls, the bear is emblematic of grounding force and strength. This a****l has been worshiped throughout time as a powerful totem, inspiring those who need it the courage to stand up against adversity. As a spirit a****l in touch with the earth and the cycles of nature, it is a powerful guide to support physical and emotional needs.
The Bear has several meanings that are inspiring. The primary meaning of the Bear Spirit a****l is strength and confidence, standing against adversity; taking action and leadership. The Bear medicine emphasizes the importance of solitude, quiet time, and rest. The Spirit of the Bear provides strong grounding forces, giving courage and a stable foundation to face challenges. It is a guide to take leadership in your life or in other people’s lives. Its strength and powerful stature inspires to step into a leadership role in your life and take action without fear.
I considered everything he said as he said it, comparing it to my situation and new life and relationships. One of the things that Hein embraced about me was my strength and courage in myself and my convictions and how solidly I stood in the face of opposition and challenge. In my previous life at the bank, it was that part of me that stood out and made me a visible option for his search of his fantasy advisor. In that previous life, I had honed that persona in the face of competing in the male-dominated environment. I secretly questioned how much of that persona was truly me and how much was a bluff to survive and compete, a bluff that had never been successfully called.
I now saw the presentation of the Bear Spirit to be that validation of myself. That spirit of strength, conviction, and deep foundational stability were real within me. They were parts of me I should never again question or doubt.
I was sitting on the ground cross-legged. At first, he had started sitting on his haunches, but he towered over me so he lay on his stomach with his head raised. By the end of the discussion of the meaning of his totem for me, I was still very much aware I was dialoguing with a huge bear, but the fear factor quickly dissipated, as it had done with the wolf not so long ago. Despite his being a bear, he was one of my spirit totems and how could I not be comfortable with my own spirit selves?
I was also very much aware that, as our dialog waned, his visual attention seemed more and more focused on parts of my body well to the south of my face. He finally sat up on his haunches and what I saw surprised me, though the way this Journey was going so far I wasn’t sure why anything should surprise me anymore.
While sitting back, his front legs supporting his upper body, my eyes were caught by the sight of a very long exposed penis. The penis exposed to me about six inches long. It wasn’t particularly thick, but I suspected the length did not represent all that he had. Our conversation did not possess the elements of sexuality that the conversation with Wolf had. This reaction from him could only be the result of his own thoughts, though probably combined with whatever scent my body was giving off particularly due to my recent mating with the Wolf Spirit. For all I knew, all the Spirits were aware of what was going on in the Spirit World, if this is what that was.
I looked from his penis up to his head. He smiled at me with close to fifty teeth, many of them exceedingly large and pointed. I had not detected the scent of pepper on him, but I wasn’t sure that was really a good indicator of safety. I pushed those thoughts out of my head and proceeded with the confidence and strength I was supposed to have.
“Is this a common way you greet those of the Journey?”
He looked down between his front legs under his body and back to me, our heads nearly at the same height as I stood up. “Common? No, not common. In truth, never before.” He looked over my body, again, his head reaching forward while he sniffed the air between us. The smile came back to his mouth. “So, it must be you.”
“Me? You are blaming THAT on me?”
“There is no blame. It is only a natural reaction for a male around a female in heat.”
“I am NOT in heat!”
“Your scent says you are. But … whether you are or not … the situation still exists.”
The situation still exists and presumably that means I should allow something to happen to relieve the ‘situation’. If this is just a dream, there is no harm. If not, and Wolf DID NOT feel like a dream, this could be very interesting. No, a goat and pig were interesting, this could be amazing.
“Okay. But, then I must continue on this Journey. I see the rope does not stop here.”
“I will even accompany you if you wish my company.”
I wondered about that. The Owl and Wolf did not offer that. I asked how this would work and he indicated similarly to Wolf. Doggy-style, then. I asked if that was as long as he was. He laughed and said no. I told him to lie on his back. I wanted to see what I was going to be working with. He smiled. Once on his back, I crawled onto his belly, my legs on either side of his body at his front legs, my head at his exposed penis. It was not large in diameter compared to Wolf, but it was pointed and very hard. Canines have a bone inside their penis and I suspected bears must, also.
I inserted the tip between my lips and sucked at the opening. I heard a deep, rumbling sound from behind me and I took that as a positive sound since I could feel a rush of air against my exposed pussy that I knew was still wet with juices. Soon, I had much of the exposed cock in my mouth and I felt his nose on the insides of my thighs and the exhalation of air from his nostrils on my pussy. I pulled my mouth off the cock for only a moment, but long enough to turn my head to him.
“You can lick me, too. I would like that very much.”
I didn’t hear anything more from him, only felt his tongue lap over my pussy, even pushing inside. I returned my mouth to his cock. Before long I knew he had been speaking the truth. His fully erect cock was a little short of a foot long. I also realized that the size was deceptive on such a large body. If not for Wolf and the horse, it might have been the thickest cock I had. It would not have a knot, though, and that would be a big difference for experiencing.
With his cock fully erect, a delicious thought came to me. I turned on his belly. My pussy was drooling from the attention he had given it, not to mention what my mind had encouraged with thoughts of being fucked by the massive bear.
“Is this comfortable for you? I have an idea of an experience you might never have enjoyed before.”
He looked at me, my elbows resting on his chest, my hands holding the sides of my head as I looked into his eyes. “I think there might be a lot you could show me that I have not experienced. I have never had a mouth on my penis before, for instance.”
I laughed. “I love to suck cock. I guess you discovered that. I must be going, but I can do this one more thing for your experiences.” He nodded. He seemed to trust me completely. I, however, remained in something of a shock that I also seemed to have full trust and confidence in him.
I pushed my body along his belly until his cock poked my butt cheeks. I raised my ass higher off him, slipped a hand underneath and moved it around my ass and pussy until I found my opening. I sat back part way with his cock sliding into my wet and ready pussy chamber. The muscles of my pussy walls were already clenching around this new bestial penetration. I sighed deeply and slowly pushed back onto his penis. I was in control of this and it was that attraction to me that led me to suggest it to him. His cock was long, very long, and large enough that the combination could be brutal if I wasn’t careful.
Yet, when I looked down at my newest lover, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of shock that caused my muscles inside to tighten around the object inside me. In one sense, there was almost a comforting, c***d-like feel of lying on an overstuff, oversized play-a****l … except for the dynamic effect of the hard spearing cock in my pussy. The massive bear was looking up at me with a look on his face that betrayed what I was doing. His face was soft, reassuring, with a gentle smile-like expression in the eyes and at the ends of his mouth. There was something about the way the lips were curled that presented the image of a smile while baring what should have been frightening teeth.
With my hands firmly against his chest, I raised my upper body to present a more vertical position while keeping my hips raised above him with his cock only partially penetrating me. I eased my hips down, slowly taking more of his cock into me. I purposely moved slowly. His length seemed long in my hands, like that of Wolf. Wolf’s cock had touched the opening of my cervix with its pointy tip. If this one was indeed only a little longer …
I felt the cock sliding deeper and deeper into me. The size was nice but it was the length that had my attention as it went deeper. I felt it touch the top of my vaginal chamber and I stopped. I peeked underneath me and that alone told me what I was curious about. Though I could feel the tip of his cock at the end of my pussy, there was still a few inches of cock remaining, allowing a small amount of light showing between our mating bodies.
I groaned as I carefully pressed down, moving my hips side to side in the process. My head turned skyward, despite my eyes being closed tightly as I manipulated my body around the embedded shaft until I felt the pointy tip of his bony cock at my next opening. I heard a growling sound vibrating from his massive chest under my hands. I looked down, still positioned precariously with the tip of his cock at the opening of my cervix.
His eyes were rolled back and his mouth wide open and, despite the growl rumbling from within him, his breath seemed to be held. My body was shaking in anticipation and my mind was less than certain about what I wanted to do further. I closed my own eyes, my senses becoming increasingly focused on that spot inside me, his pointy tipped cock pressing at the opening to my next chamber. I moved my body with deliberation as my mind became fixed on experiencing this, the most extreme sexual experience I could now imagine after that large knot had invaded me.
I slowly relaxed my thigh muscles, my bottom sinking infinitesimally over the cock buried inside me. I gasped as the tip opened my cervix the barest amount. I was panting at the sudden sharp pain of the tight opening being forced open. For his part, Bear roared and his eyes flashed open as the tip of his cock was tightly grasped by this new opening. I relaxed a slight amount more, more of his cock opening me and sliding into my womb. It felt like I had a log jammed into my cervix but it couldn’t have been more than the tip. But, not for long.
With the tip firmly penetrating my cervix, I dropped my head and gazed at the Bear’s face, my eyes as penetrating to his with his cock inside me. His eyes furrowed as if he wasn’t prepared to believe what I was thinking, but my eyes squinted with the smile spreading over my face … and I let myself go, dropping the remaining inches with my ass impacting his furry body and his cock driving deeper into my womb. I shuddered, my entire body quaking as my insides attempted to catch-up with what I had just done. My pussy clamped tightly around his cock and my cervix constricted around the end of the cock like a tourniquet. My body spasmed and shook as it adjusted to the intrusion so deep inside my womb.
I wasn’t the only one, though. He growled furiously and at any other time it might have and should have threatened me with violent fear. But, this wasn’t any other time. His hips jerked at the constricted feeling along his cock but especially around the end of it. I thought he was going to climax his actions were so strong. Instead, like me, he eased himself calmer before thoughts of any movement were contemplated.
When it happened, it was me who initiated movement. My mouth was hanging open, my eyes still wide from the shocking feeling of the sudden complete penetration. But, as my body adjusted, my mouth closed with a turning mouth into a smile and wickedness in my eyes.
“My god, you are long.” I eased up on him but not too much until I felt his tip at the opening of my cervix, then I dropped back down. I was content to fuck him with my cervix open, but I also knew that I could enhance it with the pussy muscles Hein encourage me to develop and I put them to extra good use.
My talking Totem Bear was not in a talking mood. He rumbled from deep in his chest and growling sounds rose through his throat, but no words. I had silenced my strength and power totem and had made the grounded foundation of his Spirit an anchor of his cock holding my body to his.
I rode him. Up and down. Slowly rising and slowly dropping, then rising with a sudden dropping, driving his cock along my controlling muscles and cervix. It was not a long fuck. It was completely and totally controlled and dictated by my actions. And there was never a complaint or attempt by him to take over. He was my totem of power and strength and I used that over him in controlling the situation.
When he came, it was nearly violent. Maybe, it was. I couldn’t fully appreciate the level of climax he achieved because of the extraordinary orgasm I experienced. There was something chilling about having a cock deep inside my womb when it exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of cum directly into my womb. Wolf managed to get his tip there, Bear was deeply inside and the difference sent my body and mind into electrical explosions, tiny nerve endings flashing throughout my brain and sending tingling charges through my body. I felt my insides spasm, my cervix clamping down in spasms, my pussy clamping down, my clit being hit with surges of bolts of sensations. My nipples ached they were so erect and stimulated.
I was a wreck. I never wanted to get off his cock. I was afraid the emptiness would be its own kind of painful.
* * CHAPTER 19: SPIRIT JOURNEY - CONCLUSION will follow * * Thanks for reading.
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