The Bear's Surrogate: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance (5 page)

“Turn around,” he whispered.  “I want to see your face.”  She did as she was asked and looked into Valemon’s bright blue eyes with fear.  He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him tenderly. “Shh...We can stop if you wish.  I don’t want to do anything to harm you in any way.”

Rachel trembled a little as she looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but concern for her.  She felt his manhood soften slightly as the thought of harming her in any way crossed his mind.  She swallowed hard and finished her drink.  “You know, I want this. I need this,” she said to him as she kissed him fiercely.  “I’ve just never done this before and I don’t know what to really expect.”

“Trust me, then,” he rumbled in her ear. 

Rachel dove in for a passionate kiss, her tongue surging into Valemon’s hot mouth as he wrapped his arms around her.  He felt her legs wrap around his waist and he felt her mound grinding up against his renewed erection.

“Shh, no, definitely not that yet. Patience,” he whispered. 

Rachel mewled a little bit with lust as she was thwarted from diving in while she had the courage.  “Why?” she asked.

“Well, for starters, you’re probably not ready.  You’re all hot and bothered, but your body definitely isn’t ready for me.  Let’s get out of this tub and let me take the lead.”

Rachel nodded mutely as the throbbing between her legs became more intense.  Valemon drew her in for a quick kiss before they both stood up and exited the tub. 

He reached for a luxurious bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, he grabbed another and wrapped it around Rachel’s muscular torso and lifted her up in his powerful arms.  He carried her to the large bed and lay her down. He spread out next to her and took her hand.  “I’m serious, if you need to stop, I’ll listen.”

She reached for his silver head and drew him close.  “I...want...this,” she repeated firmly, before kissing him again.

Rachel felt his hand tug away her towel to reveal her breasts once again.  He broke the kiss and began to move his head down her body, planting gentle kisses as he went. 

Rachel was mewling with passion as shocks of pleasure coursed through her at each end every contact of his soft, velvet lips.  Rachel cried out as Valemon took one of her turgid nipples deep into his mouth and sucked on it.  Dampness seeped from between Rachel’s muscular thighs as Valemon licked and sucked the sensitive nub of flesh on her heaving chest.

His silver head moved to the other mound while one of his hands caressed the unoccupied nub.  Rachel bucked her hips as Valemon caressed and sucked on her perky tits.  The alcohol combined with the outright lust she was experiencing for the first time, made her lose control of her senses.  She did not care about anything except the growing need between her thighs.

She felt his hand move from her breast down her firm stomach and to the damp, blonde fuzz nestled between her legs. He gently caressed the outside of her sensitive mound, causing her to grind her hips in response and clutch the red duvet.  Her eyes flew open as she felt one of Valemon’s thick fingers gently probe between her outer lips into the flooded valley within. 

Rachel panted as she felt his sensitive, thick finger stroke her soft folds gently while his mouth kept working on her sensitive breasts.   Valemon scooped up a droplet of moisture that seeped from her virgin opening and rubbed it gently on the sensitive nub of flesh above.

Rachel nearly leapt off the bed; the sensation was that intense as her
clitoris
was stroked by someone else for the first time.  She had masturbated in the past, but it was nothing at all like what she was experiencing at that very moment.  Valemon moved his head up towards Rachel’s and bent in for another kiss as his finger gently moved around her sopping wet folds.  He knew not to touch the sensitive nub with his fingers again, judging by her reaction.  So he kissed her softly, caressed her sensitive neck and earlobe with his lips and teeth, and made his way further down her body.

Valemon’s silver head gave each breast a quick suckle before moving further down Rachel’s highly aroused body.  He nuzzled the fuzz that adorned her womanhood and gently spread the outer lips, revealing the deep pink folds within.

He breathed in deeply, inhaling the spicy sent of her womanhood, relishing it, for who knows when he would be down here again.  His tongue darted out for a quick taste.  Rachel’s eyes widened as she felt the soft touch of his broad tongue on her most intimate of places.  She moaned and bucked her hips as Valemon dipped his tongue into her moist folds.

He moved it up one side, and down the other.  Deftly avoiding her highly sensitive clitoris for the time being.  He eagerly lapped up her honey as he nuzzled her womanhood. 

Rachel reached for his long silver hair as he feasted on her.  She pulled him closer to her as her first climax approached.  He sensed her readiness and moved the tip of his tongue gently over her erect nub of flesh. 

Rachel cried out as her orgasm took over.  With the touch of Valemon’s broad tongue on her pearl, a thunderous orgasm washed over her.  Her hands, tangled in Valemon’s sliver mane, pulled hard as her crisis surged through her body.

Valemon winced a little in pain as Rachel pulled on his hair, but he didn’t mind.  He was met with a sweet surge of juices from her untapped well. He lapped it up excitedly.  His manhood was beginning to ache with release, but he knew he couldn’t attempt to enter Rachel’s virginal body yet.  She might have cum but, she wasn’t loosened up.

He kept his face down in the juncture of Rachel’s legs as she relaxed from her climax.  “Wow...” she panted.  “That was...”

“Shhh...We’re not done yet, sweet,” Valemon murmured.  “Now I’m going to lick you some more and put one of my fingers inside, just to ease you into it.” 

Rachel nodded, wide-eyed, grateful for the communication.

“Now, if you still have your hymen, I might tear it.  My fingers aren’t exactly the smallest...are you okay with that?”

Rachel groaned and pulled his head into her sopping womanhood to quiet him.  She was grateful he was so kind and solicitous of her needs and not wanting to hurt her, but right now, she just wanted to be fucked, it was finally time. 

She gasped as she felt one of Valemon’s large fingers work its way inside her tight canal, but her anxiety was quelled as she felt his expert tongue on her nub once again, licking it softly.  She gasped in pain and surprise as she felt his large finger slowly fill her tight canal, tearing at what little hymen she had left.  It felt absolutely massive inside as it worked its way deeper and deeper.  He slowly moved his finger inside her virgin body, all the while relaxing her with his tongue.  He wiggled his large digit around inside of her and found the soft, spongy g spot.

He pushed up on it while sucking hard on Rachel’s firm clitoris.  She arched up and clawed at the duvet.  “S-stop...I have to pee...” she yelled out.

“No...you don’t, just relax, and let it happen,” Valemon responded, and then he put his skilled mouth back to work to bring her to her second crescendo of the night.   

Valemon kept pushing gently on her g spot while suckling on her eager nub.  Her cries of lust filled the room as her second climax surged closer and closer. 

Suddenly, he felt her muscles clamp down on his finger as she yelled out his name.  A gush of wetness covered his face and hand as she was overcome by her second orgasm.  He worked his finger around some more inside her spasming tunnel and judged her ready for his massive manhood. He rose up from her womanhood and moved over her body.

“Are you ready?” he asked.  “I just want to make sure.”

Rachel looked at him with lust in her bright blue eyes.  “If you don’t fuck me now the deal is off,” she said impulsively. 

Valemon grinned and settled himself between her legs.  His giant manhood was dripping with precum.  He didn’t know if he would be able to hold back any longer, to be honest.  Her eagerness aroused him to new heights.   Enthusiasm was always the most important thing he looked for in a partner.

He placed the thick tip at the entrance of Rachel’s soaking wet womanhood.  “I’ll try to go slow so I don’t...”

Rachel wrapped her powerful legs around his thick waist and drew him in with one motion.  Her eyes widened as pain temporarily seared through her as Valemon’s gigantic manhood found purchase in her tight pussy.

Valemon groaned as he was forced into Rachel’s tight womanhood.  It was so tight that it felt like a rubber band wrapped around him.  His foreskin was painfully pulled back, but it didn’t matter, the intense pleasure of being buried in her agonizingly tight heat was worth every bit of it.  He felt her muscles relax around him as he began to thrust softly.  He was taken aback by how deep she was.  He could almost fit his entire length deep within her eager folds, and that made the experience even more intense for him.

Rachel moaned as she felt his massive girth fill her up.  When he began to move, she felt herself being rocked to the core.  Every gentle thrust the giant man performed brought her closer to her third climax.  It was the most intense feeling she had ever experienced in her life.  She opened her eyes and saw Valemon bent over her, his silver hair streaming down and gently caressing her.  He was standing on the floor while she lay on the bed so their faces would be at somewhat equal height.  She reached up with one of her hands and gently stroked his bearded cheek as they moved together as one.

Valemon bent down to kiss Rachel as he moved a little faster.  He felt his climax building deep within his body.  He growled as his own passion overtook him, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her now, and he began thrusting faster and harder inside Rachel’s newly opened passage.

She cried out as her third climax grew closer with each hard thrust.  She felt her muscles clench around the thick, powerful organ that had filled her body for the first time and she yelled out as the strongest orgasm of her life hit her.

Valemon felt her muscles spasm around him as her climax rolled over her and that sent him over the edge.  With a low, rumbling growl, he pushed his huge member deep inside of Rachel and emptied his seed deep within her fertile womb.

He stayed nestled within her while he softened.  He caressed her face gently as she kissed him with gratitude.

“That...was...awesome. I’m glad I waited, and I’m glad it was you,” she panted, with sincerity shining from her blue eyes.

Valemon was overcome with emotion for the woman.  He knew he couldn’t get too attached to her, so he pushed it deep down for now.  “You’re welcome,” he said before kissing her gently on the cheek.  “Now you get some sleep; we might have to do this a couple more times this week, just to make sure.”

Rachel smiled.  “I wouldn’t object to that,” she replied.  “Seriously, that was something, and I wouldn’t mind repeating it.”

Valemon gave her a quick kiss and rose from the bed.  “I need to get going now; I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.  I’ll see you at breakfast?”

Rachel nodded with sadness in her eyes.  She had hoped Valemon would want to stay the night, possibly cuddle, but she understood.  This was a business arrangement only. 

CHAPTER THREE

          The next morning, Rachel bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as she could.  She crumpled to her knees and forcibly vacated the contents of her stomach into the white porcelain toilet bowl.  She had no idea what was going on.  If she got pregnant last night, she wouldn’t be feeling sick already.  Heck, she shouldn’t even know yet.  Must have been something she ate, she thought. 

She got up, rinsed her mouth out in the sink, and hopped in the shower stall.  She relaxed as the hot water ran down her toned body and into the drain.  She was slightly sore from last night’s fun with Valemon.  Her hips had a slight ache and her lower back had a dull throb.  She might have to sit in the hot tub later if it didn’t let up.   

She finished her shower, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.  Valemon was nowhere to be found. Hans brought her a light breakfast with toast and blueberry jam accompanied by a sliced apple.  He smiled knowingly at her as he began to leave.

“Um, where’s Valemon?” Rachel asked the butler.

“Oh, he’s stepped out for a bit.  Don’t worry, miss, he’ll be back soon.  He left me instructions to tend to you in any way you ask,”  Hans replied. 

Rachel felt a bit disappointed.  “Oh, well I guess I’m stuck here for a while.”

Hans smiled patronizingly and ducked out of the dining room.  She really didn’t care for that guy.  There was something off about him and she wanted to find out why.

She ate her breakfast in peace, the toast helped quell the nausea that suddenly hit her this morning.  It must have been a passing thing, she thought.  She wasn’t too terribly worried.  She finished her food and rose from the table, leaving the dishes for Hans to clean up. 

She quietly sneaked up to her bedroom to see if she could catch the housekeeping staff as they tidied her suite.  She heard some female voices speaking in Norwegian as she slowly cracked open the door.

She noticed two blonde maids laying the duvet back on her bed and a pile of crumpled sheets on the floor, the one showing had a smear of red on it.  Rachel blushed furiously knowing what it was.  She silently glided in.  “Hey, ladies,” she greeted them.

The two maids stopped and blushed.  “Hello, miss, we weren’t expecting you back so soon,” the younger one replied.

“Its okay, Valemon wasn’t around so I had no one to talk to while I ate. Hans isn’t much company.”

The two women tittered nervously, looking at one another knowingly.  “Ja, he is strange.”

“How long has he been here?” Rachel probed.

“As long as we can remember.  Just like our families, his family worked here when we were children.  Their parents served before them.  Hans’ family though, wasn’t brought here willingly at first.  They were held as prisoners for a very long time.  Valemon’s family had to quell a rebellion a few centuries ago.  In order to maintain the peace, they took in the firstborn son of the Duke that owned the area.   Hans is the result of that agreement.”  The maid looked around, fearing she had said too much.

“Anyway, old hatreds never really die in this place.  Be careful.”  With that, the two young ladies scooped up the soiled linens and hustled out of the room. 

Rachel stared after them for a minute before turning and walking towards the desk.  She really wanted to get to the bottom of why exactly Hans was making her so uncomfortable.  She booted up her laptop and opened up her browser.  She typed in the address for the Norwegian historical society and started her search there.

She saw no record of any war the Bjornson’s participated in.  Even during World War II,  they remained stoically neutral in both the faces of Nazi Germany and the Norwegian Freedom Fighters, as both tried to wheedle their way into the wealthy family’s good graces.  Even the Nazis were afraid of treading wrong around the Bjornson’s, so whatever battle had gone on that brought Hans’ ancestors into the Bjornson’s service must have been formidable indeed.  If it was so brutal, why was it hidden?

Rachel spent most of her day looking for any kind of reference to whatever had happened so long ago.   She only got up to use the bathroom, and grab the serving tray that Hans had left for her at the door when she told him she was feeling too tired to go to the dining hall to eat, especially if Valemon wasn’t back from his trip yet.   Since he hadn’t returned, she decided to eat in her chamber, continuing her fruitless search for the name of Hans’ ancestors.

The next webpage she stumbled across was in Norwegian, but a dialect she had never seen before.  Not even the translate function in her browser could translate the strange text. There were scanned black and white photos of old rune stones which were massive monuments that were left by the Vikings of yore to document their history.  One had a stylized bear standing over the form of a wolf carved on the top, at least that’s what it looked like to her untrained eye with many runes scratched into the pitted surface of the granite pillar. 

As she was pulling up another tab to translate the grainy images there was a polite knock at her door.  She quickly closed the browser window and powered down her laptop.  “Come in,” she announced, hoping her nervousness didn’t come through in her voice.

The door opened and the massive form of Valemon ducked in through the doorway.  “Hans told me you weren’t feeling very well today.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t much of anything, maybe the cod last night wasn’t cooked properly or something.  It went away after I had a bite to eat.”  She didn’t even notice the time; she looked at the large window in her room and noticed a bright full moon beaming in a black velvet sky. 

“Wow, I must have been really into what I was doing,” she said nervously.

“At least it helped you fill the time.  My apologies for being gone for these few days.”

“Few days?  I woke up this morning and...”

“You were asleep for two days after our encounter, according to Hans,” Valemon interrupted gently.  “He found it amazing that you had so little appetite after being out for so long that he was feeling concerned and contacted me.  I decided to cut my trip short and come back sooner than I had anticipated to check up on you.”

“Wow, two days?  That’s...” Rachel remembered the picture of the rune stone she had found.   She was completely confused as to why she would need to sleep that long after a sexual encounter.   “Umm, have any of your former partners passed out for that long?”

Valemon shook his silver haired head.  “No.  My former wife had no such problems with recovery after our relations,” he replied while thoughtfully stroking his closely cropped beard.   “As long as you’re feeling better, though, that is all that matters,” he said as he placed an arm around her shoulders. 

Rachel nodded; she found little comfort in Valemon’s words.  There was something seriously sketchy about all of this and she began to regret her decision to be this man’s surrogate. “I’d feel better if I knew the people a bit better.  Everyone, including you, is so evasive.”

“Just trust us, okay?” he rumbled. 

“I kind of trust you, but that Hans guy is pretty skeevy.”

Valemon exhaled a huge sigh.  “That one, he’s been fed generations of lies from the cradle.  Even though he’s free to leave, he chooses not to, not that I mind one bit.  I prefer to keep my enemies close by, so to speak.  Generations of bad blood takes even longer to erase, let’s just leave it at that.”

“If he hates you so much, why is he sticking around?”

“The job pays well.” Valemon shrugged.  “Or he might be planning on sticking a knife in my back, either way he gets the job done and my life is easier, I put up with his proclivities for the sake of efficiency.” 

Rachel sat in silence, she felt comforted that Valemon knew there was something going on with his butler.  She took a deep breath and looked up at him from her desk. “Alright. I’ll trust your judgment in keeping him around, but I’d rather have someone else bring me my food when you go away.”

“That seems reasonable,” Valemon agreed.  “I’ll see if one of the housekeepers will bring it up to you.  I still would like you to dine with me when I’m home, though.”

“I’d still feel safer if you were around.” Rachel sulked.

Valemon smiled at her. “Well, I have to go away on business at times.  Sometimes I don’t even know when I’ll get called.”

“I thought you didn’t need to work.”

“Well sometimes businesses call on me as a consultant for things,” he eluded.

“What kind of things?” Rachel probed, her face getting icy as Valemon dodged her question.

“Business.  Investing,” Valemon countered quickly.  Maybe if he suggested two very dry subjects she wouldn’t probe any further.

“Oh, that makes sense, then.” Rachel seemed satisfied with the answer and Valemon gave an internal sigh of relief.  

She turned around and looked at the tall, handsome man.  She swallowed hard and took a deep breath.  The smell of his spicy cologne tickled her senses as he towered above her as she sat in her chair.  She stood up and felt a surge of nausea wash over her.  She pushed the massive man aside as she bolted for the bathroom and retched once again.

A look of concern crept over Valemon’s bearded face.  “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” he asked. 

“I think you need to talk to your...” she continued voiding her stomach contents into the commode, “kitchen staff about how to cook properly or something.” She finished as the nausea subsided as swiftly as it had come over her. 

Valemon nodded, but concern was still etched on his bearded face.  “I’ll see what I can do,” he assured her. 

Rachel stood and walked over to the sink and rinsed her mouth out with a cup of water.  She decided she would brush her teeth as well since she should be getting to bed soon. 

Valemon loomed outside the bathroom door with his arms crossed across his barrel chest.  He turned around, walked toward the bed and sat down on it.  He wondered if she wouldn’t mind him spending the entire night with her.  He felt his skin itch as the evening wore on.  He let out a deep sigh and decided against it for now.  He would really have enjoyed spending another evening buried within her depths, but he couldn’t let her witness his other side.

Rachel stepped out of the bathroom, clothed only in her terrycloth bathrobe.  “Hey, I’m about to get some shut-eye, do you want to join me?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Valemon looked at her with mixed emotions.  “I...don’t know if I can,” he replied haltingly as he began to rise from the bed. “I need to...”

Rachel strode to the bed and straddled his lap.  “Are you sure?” she teased as she ground her hips into his.

Valemon’s manhood surged, but he pushed the desire down.  “I’m sorry Rachel; I really can’t stay the night, as much as I want to.”  His body hair was growing longer as he spoke.  “I really need to go,” he said as he picked her up and gently placed her on the bed.  He rose, straightened his smoking jacket and hastily exited. “I’m so sorry but I really can’t,” he rumbled as he closed the door. 

Valemon leaned against the door after he had closed it.  He breathed deeply as he felt the change begin to take over.  He took one final breath and practically bolted for the servant’s exit at the back of the manor. 

He pulled up the wooden board that hid the entrance to the tunnel below and leaped down it.  He closed the door behind him and charged down the tunnel, ripping his clothes off as he went.  He reached the hidden dock in the cavern below, collapsed on all fours and let out an inhuman roar as his body painfully shifted into that of a giant white bear. 

He leaped into the salty water with a resounding splash and with powerful strokes of his massive paws,  he swam out of the cavern and down the fjord. That was a close call, he thought.  The episodes were coming closer together now.  Pretty soon, if he didn’t provide an offspring to present to the gods, he would be locked in this shape forever.  He didn’t dare tell Rachel the fate that lay in store for the child. 

Valemon swam for hours towards his destination.  His powerful bear form had boundless energy, but the icy cold sea water of the fjord slowly began to sap his energy after the third hour.  He was certain he would be arriving at the island soon.  If not, the chill of the ocean would surely take him. 

The black sky was beginning to lighten as he finally felt gravel beneath his hairy paws as he made landfall on the small isolated island.  He collapsed on the gravel beach, breathing heavily from exhaustion.  Next time he wouldn’t wait so long. 

Valemon felt a warm hand on his muzzle and he looked up through his bleary, ice blue eyes and saw a strange, black haired woman with unearthly features, crouching down in front of him.  “Rise, Bjornson,” her dulcet voice commanded.  “Your time is getting close.”

The massive bear rumbled as he nodded his head sadly. 

“You haven’t found a mate to produce a sacrifice for us yet, have you?”

Valemon shook his head.  He hid Rachel’s existence deep in his psyche so the giantess wouldn’t be able to find out what he had done.

“Fenrir’s children will be coming for you in three moon’s time if you do not find a suitable mate.  My clan always receives what is promised to them.  Your truce with my family will be ended if you do not bring the required sacrifice.  The firstborn offspring between two of your clan.  Blood for blood.