Lyra had been dutiful for the last few nights, doing as her king had wanted. She had let him use her like a plaything, an unwavering slave to his cock and his cum. Iorek had done his bit as well, licked her until she was soaking wet and aching for him.
The bears still weren't happy, disdain tainting their breaths as they passed her, muttering or growling or barking at her. But nobody had tried to attack her, which made her feel safer.
It would be only two days until the gyropter came to rescue her from the bears, from her coerced mating with a king, from her beautifully pleasured nights, left with aching legs and a sore pussy. It was strange, she pondered, how even though she did not care much for the acts, she was still so aroused by him, by the size and feel of him inside her.
But he hadn't raped her since that night, being dutiful in a similar way to her, resisting the base urges that Lyra could see him struggling against in those brief moments. The way he had started staring at her, hungrily, lustfully, as if she weren't human, but meat, hot flesh he could tear asunder with a swipe of a claw, but his need was forced back until the time came for them to indulge in passion. She had to come to terms with the fact that he was an animal, where far stronger forces pulled at his will than it would with humans. And once she had, once she had realised that she needed to indulge in the love she would have here, this once-in-a-lifetime experience, she managed to lock that anger away and enjoy her love with the bear.
They had had sex in so many places now, in the pool, the forge, his bed, and hers. There weren't many places left for them to try, what with how small she was compared to him. She knew they would likely have an audience during their last act, as a show of dominance from Iorek, before she left the palace, and that she might be used by others as part of the celebration.
But that was the future, and not something she would need to worry about yet, as a bear pushed past her with a great wet nose, grunting with a deep rumble. They still hadn't warmed to her yet, but some of the bears were taking an interest in her, curious as to why she was the chosen consort of their King.
Pan had taken to removing himself from sight, hiding around the castle and taking some time away from his human. They hadn't talked since Lyra had sex with Iorek in the fur bed, slinking away after their pleasure had subsided. He had done this before, when they had rowed, often finding some hole to wait out the days, as he had no need for food or water. The last time this happened, she had found him buried under a blanket of snow in Jordan, curled up as tight as possible, after she had woken up with ice on her breath, shivering even beneath her thick covers. But she was always cold here, so their connection wouldn't work as well.
The smell of fish and meat and smoke covered the hall, blowing through her as the doors were opened by two massive bears dressed in war armour. Iorek was on his throne, half-sitting and half-leaning. She walked up to him, curtseying as she was meant to, before jumping onto him, snuggling with him as she looked up at his implacable face. He put a furred arm around her, pulling her close. She kissed the rough skin of his belly and snuggled, curling up on top of him, her legs dangling over one side of the throne.
She was very aware of his feelings, with how her ear could hear the beating of his heart and the rhythm of his chest under his skin. She looked down and saw his cock poking out slightly, aroused by her touch and smell, the purple-grey tip pointing outwards just beyond the protection of its sheath. Lyra felt massive hands grab at her ass and lift her, so she was face-to-face with her king. They kissed briefly and she lay her head on the smooth rock behind him.
"Shall I?" She asked as the gazed longingly into his eyes.
"I would like that." The bear was straightforward, but he asked instead of ordering, which Lyra thought was a good sign.
She stepped away from him, hand trailing down his body, lingering her touch to arouse him. She stripped the furs, exposing her breasts first as the thick fur jumper was pulled over her head. She teased him a little, slow to pull her trousers and her panties off, even in the bitter air surrounding them, just to make herself smile and watch his eyes glimmer with lust for that little bit longer, anticipating her body.
Lyra nestled into him before sliding closer to his cock, hands searching his flesh and sliding across his fur, as she kissed his chest. She could feel the mass of his paws holding her. Her hand reached to grab his cock, feeling the hard bone beneath the hot flesh as she positioned him. She felt the knot, full and wet and hard, and she grabbed it, holding the thing as she would do with a large apple. She exhaled quickly as she fell onto him, breathing heavily and looking up at him, gazing into those glassy black eyes.
She started slowly grinding up and down him, grabbing at his shoulders for leverage as she sped up. The bone made it far easier for her to guide herself in a way that was comfortable for him, and she was made even more aroused as her clit rubbed on his belly, pushing her pleasure further and faster while he filled her with his thick cock. She was leaning her forehead on him, which made it easier for him to hit her in the right way and let her ride him more easily.
She kept going, getting faster as her body warmed up, the heat coming off his flesh and off his cock enticing her, making her need more, become voracious in her lust. She was panting softly, in the same rhythm as him, pleasure racing through both of them as he was close to finishing.
He saw her head bowed, concentrating on the motion more than her own rising pleasure, knowing that would come later, as was their way after so many times. She was more used to his size, his power, able to go for longer and even accommodate his knot, despite the pain.
She could hear the bear huffing and puffing, and she knew he was almost there, almost done with his side of their unspoken bargain. She wanted him done quick, so he could turn her into a mess with nothing but his tongue, as he was able to do so easily.
Lyra's lips pursed thinly as she felt her body trying to fight gravity, as it tried to reject the knot, clenching instinctively to keep it out of her, but then Iorek came, his thin cum spilling from him and coating her insides. As he did, the knot won the battle against her body and slotted painfully into place. Lyra cried out against Iorek's chest, and felt his tongue dip and trace her cheek. His claw ran softly over her breast, as he tried to soothe her for what came next.
"Breathe out, Lyra."
So Lyra closed her eyes, her head and arms hot with exertion and her pussy aching and sore. She breathed out slowly and as she did so, Iorek groped at her ass and lifted her off the knot. She gasped, pain shooting through her hips as he broke the connection. He sat her beside him and she saw how wet he was, his crotch slick with their fluids, which ran into his white fur.
Iorek stood then, almost twice her size, while Lyra's eyes followed his member, swinging around as he dropped back to all fours, enticing her in the way it always enticed her, that primal part of her that always lusted for more.
"Lay down," Iorek commanded.
She did as she was told. Iorek's thumbs parted her thighs, and his tongue cleaned her, licking the juices and softly pleasuring her. He went from one thigh to the other, tracing up towards her pussy. She was shuddering as she felt his tongue flicker over her labia, felt the hot breath from his snout, and felt the claws softly resting on her legs, keeping her in the position. As he engulfed her crotch with his tongue, her eyes closed, the sliding pressure on the hood of her clit making her legs tense up. She knew he was an expert with his tongue, as she had seen how he could clean every morsel off a carcass with it, moving it as quickly and gracefully as his own hands.
He started by going over her clit, again and again, long and sloppy strokes making her wet inside and out. He had learned over the last few days, learned by experimentation the right way to go about pleasing her. The right pressure, the right tempo, the right distance to push her to orgasm.
She came the second time when he entered her pussy, pushing the tongue over her clit as he worked inside her, twisting and turning to work the sensitive flesh, forcing her pleasure over the edge again as she moaned softly. Her hands weren't sure what to do as she was lost in herself, going between her hips to her breasts to her hair.
She wanted him to stop, but didn't, her head filled with glorious dopamine, keeping her wanting more and also wanting less, with how sensitive she was, to the point of pain now.
"Iorek, stop." She was gasping, drowning in pleasure, barely able to form the words. Her legs shook, numbness flowing through her thighs and down into the calves, cramping slightly with how tense she was
As the word left her mouth, he left her, laying with her on the floor, both tired from their work and soaked in love. At least he had listened, and hadn't They kissed again, lips touching before she jumped atop the bear and holding him as if he were the only thing left in the world.