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Kit was feeling like he had a place among the bears. He had a place to live, good friends within the tribe and shared two partners that he was very much in love with. With Moss the human would go on more hunts. Keeping up with his bow training, Kit showed that he was becoming even more skilled with the weapon, firing with greater accuracy and from a farther distance as well. The method of injuring a target and letting the bear finish it off was their go-to but that wouldn't work every time. Sometimes a single arrow wasn't enough. A big moose had been nailed but he had run off with the arrow still lodged in him, leaving him and the bears without the catch they were expecting.

Kit talked to Perch about this. The brown bear was more than happy to come up with some ideas to help in the hunt. It was an idea he had been playing with but he was now certain that Kit could make great use of it. The idea was to attach things to the arrows that would give them added effects. So far he produced a small and light pouch that would give off a distinct scent that could be tracked. Kit agreed that it could be effective and on the next hunt with Dusty and Moss he had the chance to try it out on another large moose. It was a near perfect repeat of the last time but the pouch that gave off a strong scent that Moss made himself familiar with was tracked down and so was the moose. It had grown tired and with another arrow, it was further injured and the bears worked together to subdue it, with Moss getting the kill.

"Huh. Perch's little do-dad worked. Remind me to thank him," Moss said as he and Dusty got a good hold on the moose. "But that smell is a bit too harsh."

"That's the point, Moss. It makes the catch easy to track down," Kit reminded.

"Still. It's not very pleasant," the black bear grumbled.

Kit removed the arrow and the pouch. The smell didn't bother him that much but then again he didn't have the same keen olfactory sense that the ursines did. Luckily the pouches were usually held in a special leather pouch that was even bigger and it served well enough to keep the scent contained. Kit led the way back while the bears heaved the large creature back to camp.

"I tell ya. You're bringing in bigger and bigger kills, Moss." A panda marveled at the moose when it was set down in front of the butcher's hut.

"Well, what can I say?" the black bear said, puffing out his chest.

"You can say that you've had help," Kit said. Dusty stood alongside him, having his arms crossed.

"Y-yeah. I've gotten some help lately. We make a good team," Moss admitted.

"See. Was that so hard?" Kit playfully patted the black bear on the arm before he and Dusty began to walk off. Moss followed and the three were heading back to their dwellings with the intent of resting after the hunt and haul. Dusty was further ahead than Kit and Moss. The black bear nudged his human companion and pointed out the grizzly's rump that was pretty visible. Kit had been wondering why the bear chose to wear a loincloth that was so short in the back and it turned out that it was because of Moss.

"Dusty's got a big fat ass and I wanted to see it more often. So I got him that," Moss had explained.

"Not as big as yours," Kit retorted. He had expected the bear to blush or chuckle awkwardly but Moss took it as a compliment and had a look of pride on his face.

Kit did watch the bear's rump up until they made it to their dwellings. It was the middle of the day and there was plenty of time for the three to get into their hobbies. Dusty sat himself down to do some woodcarving and Kit had a moment to restring his bow. He noticed it was getting worn and was aiming to fix that.

Moss had the most surprising hobby that Kit had just recently discovered. He thought the black bear was all about hunting but Moss showed that he was skilled at sewing of all things.

"What are you knitting up this time?" Kit asked.

"I'm not knitting. I'm repairing something for a friend," Moss said, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, don't be like that. You're good at it. And you look adorable when you do it."

"I am not adorable!" Moss huffed.

"Hmm, that's debatable," Dusty said, giving his own input.

"Like a big teddy bear," Kit continued.

"Urgh! Don't expect me to repair any of your clothes," the other bear growled.

Kit couldn't help but laugh, knowing that Moss wasn't being serious. Sure he was tough and gruff, but the black bear had shown softer and sweeter sides of himself. In fact he had come to know more about the bears than he knew about himself. As more time was spent in the tribe, Kit was starting to worry less about his past. He had a place here and felt like he was actually a part of something rather than some liability or an outsider.

The pair of ursines were just as happy to have Kit in their company. They couldn't help but fawn over the creature that was nearly half their own size. Dusty was taller with a mix of muscle and softness. He was clearly strong but was gentle in nature and action. The grizzly was more soft spoken but was kind and caring. Though Kit proved himself capable he still couldn't help but feel the need to protect Kit sometimes. He was also assured that he made the right choices in life, having two people that he cared so much about right by his side.

Moss on the other hand was short but made up for that by being wider. He was more chubby than muscle but proved to be the stronger of the two bears. Kit found that Hunter was equally athletic and lazy. His gut was larger and his rump was large too. Despite his appearance he moved with a speed and grace that never failed to awe Kit. Moss was brash and wasn't afraid to speak his mind. The black bear's vulgarity was something that Kit had to get used to but he had to respect Moss' methods. His self confidence could be a bit much sometimes as Moss was prone to getting ahead of himself.

They were all quietly partaking their own separate activities together in the main part of the dwelling. Kit had finished restringing his bow while the two continued to work. He observed them both being so focused on their tasks but had noticed something else as well. Kit had a lot of things about tribe life explained to him but he had never thought to ask about the tattoo that all of the bears had on their shoulder. Moss and Dusty had it. The symbol was a permanent part of their fur. It would always be there, even after shedding a full coat.

"Hey. Moss. Dusty. What are those tattoos on your shoulders?" the human asked.

"Oh these are... When bears reach a certain age they go through a ritual to be officially recognized as a part of the tribe," Dusty explained. "They go through a trial and then submit themselves before the leader of their settlement."

"It took you this long to ask about them?" Moss asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, because... I want one," Kit said with certainty. Both bears perked up and looked at Kit with an expression that went from confusion to excitement.

"A-are you sure?" Dusty asked. Getting a mark would mean that Kit would be an official part of the tribe.

"It's about time if you ask me. He lives here, helps us hunt, and already has two mates," Moss pointed out.

Kit nodded and confirmed that he was sure. The bears dropped their things and wasted no time taking Kit to the leader's hut. They told Beric that Kit wished to earn his tattoo and become an official part of the tribe.

"Is this true?" Beric asked. Being the biggest bear in the settlement, he towered over Kit and his deep voice commanded respect. While a bit intimidated, Kit was still certain of his choice and nodded firmly. "Very well. Dryfus. Mallos. Leave us."

The grizzly and black bear did as they were told and Kit was left with Beric and his two attendants. While not as big as him the two were still massive bears. They were standing back, eyeing the human curiously. Kit rarely visited the leader, being urged to not waste his time. The most that he knew about Beric besides him being the leader was that he was also Largo's father. But Largo didn't speak much about him. Then again he hardly spoke at all.

"So you wish to finally join our ranks?" Beric asked with a small smile. "I've heard a lot about your deeds. I was wondering how much longer it would be before you came to receive your mark."

"If I had known I would have come here sooner," Kit said. His words made the leader laugh.

"Though you may look different I am certain that you have the heart of a bear. And now is the time to prove it. We shall start with the first part of the trial..."

Beric began to ask Kit various questions about the tribe's customs and traditions. Kit was glad that Dusty and Moss had taught him so much. He answered the questions with confidence and Beric looked impressed with him and so did the attendance.

"Very good," Beric said, showing that he was pleased with the newcomer. "Now for the second part of the trial. You are to go out and fight prey on your own. I trust that your practice with the bow has made you a skilled hunter. You may of course take the weapon with you."

Kit nodded in understanding and he was allowed to go and complete this trial. It sounded simple in theory but Kit had never hunted alone. He had always been with one of the bears. Well this time he would have to do it without help. So he gathered the things that he would need. He assured Dusty and Moss that he would be just fine. Having everything he would need on hand, Kit set out to find some prey to hunt and bring back. As far as he was concerned it was a simple task that wouldn't take long.

Leaving the camp behind, Kit began to walk down the beaten path. He followed the usual steps that he and the bears would take. Kit had his bow and arrows ready and had a bundle of supplies on his person just in case this would take longer than intended. While he had experience from his own training and tagging along with the ursines, being all alone would be something different and he wasn't as strong as they were.

I may not be as strong but I'm faster and I can stalk better than they can, Kit said to himself, reminding himself of what Perch had taught to him. If he plays to his advantages then he would surely catch something.

It took longer than Kit expected to actually find prey. He realized that the bears usually did the tracking for him. Sure he had the skills to track but it was now that he was realizing how much he truly depended on them. He managed to start tracking down prey but it seemed to be a step ahead of him. Being alone kept Kit on high alert but that was both a positive and negative. Being so focused on a deer grazing up ahead, Kit failed to step carefully and he ended up breaking a branch that alerted the creature to his presence. It was quick to scamper away...

As the sun began to set, Kit grew more and more frustrated. He had never struggled to catch something before and couldn't return to the tribe with nothing to show, especially since this was a trial. There was no doubt that word had spread and the others were likely waiting for him. Kit didn't want to disappoint them and he wanted to prove to himself that he could do it.

Determined to succeed, Kit decided to stay the night in the forest for the night. Using the skills that he learned from others, the human found a place that would serve as shelter for the night and he started a small fire to keep himself warm during the night. While sitting beside the flames, Kit began to do some thinking. About how he depended so heavily on the bears without realizing. He thought about what to do and came up with an idea, a trick that he taught himself.

The next morning Kit woke up early. He was already missing the comforts of a bed to sleep in and the companionship of Dusty and Moss. But he had a newfound determination. He got himself some breakfast in the form of some fruit growing from a tree and some water from the stream.

Kit then got the idea to lay bait to attract some prey. Setting down a piece of fruit and keeping himself hidden, the human waited quietly until a rabbit came scampering up to sample the fruit. Kit was quick to draw an arrow and was ready to release but when he did so it sailed just above the prey. It perked up and ran off, leaving the fruit and himself behind.

Kit was of course disappointed but didn't give up. He ventured into the forest and found a trail of hoofprints in the soft earth of the forest's floor. He followed them and kept himself as quiet as he could. What the human found was another deer. It looked pretty young and it was chewing on some leaves, unaware that it was being hunted.

Kit reassured himself that he could do this. Forget that he was alone. Forget about the pressures of having a trial to complete. This was just him and the deer. He took a deep breath and had an arrow ready to fire but he kept his eyes trained on the target. He released the arrow and hit his target perfectly. It attempted to run but was now injured and Kit was quick to draw and fire another arrow that brought it down. With his knife equipped, the human came upon the deer and finished the job.

"I did it..." Kit sighed to himself. It had been harder than he expected but he managed. Now it was just a matter of carrying it back home...

That too took longer than Kit expected. His body had become toned and he gained some added muscle from living with the bears but he wasn't suited to heavy lifting for prolonged periods of time. But Kit was aware there was not only prey in the woods and he didn't want to attach any unwanted attention. It was a good thing that he wasn't very far from the camp when he returned the bears were there waiting for him.

"I see you've completed your task," Beric said. He was one of the bears waiting. KIt placed the deer down and groaned as he began to stretch.

"It wasn't easy," Kit admitted. "It was my first time hunting alone."

"Now you understand the value of hunting with a group. There may be times when you need to fend for yourself but it always goes much better when you have help from your tribemates," Beric explained.

Kit understood and couldn't argue with that. After that ordeal he was all the more grateful to have Dusty and Moss to hunt alongside with. While the deer was prepared for what would be a celebration to mark the completion of his trial, Kit was allowed to get some rest before the last part of it. He was more than glad to return to his dwelling and was ready to greet Dusty and Moss but the two weren't there. The dwelling was empty. Kit's first reaction was to go looking for them but he was still tired from sleeping outside and carrying a deer back on his own. Figuring that they would be back later, Kit crawled into the bed and instantly felt a comfort from the soft material and the lingering scent of his two partners that still clung to the fabrics.

As Beric had told them, Dusty and Moss had left Kit alone to complete his trial. While walking back the grizzly looked visibly worried. Moss knew that his partner would be worrying until the ritual was over and he thought it would be best for them to do something to focus on something else. While walking back to their dwelling, the black bear pondered and came up with an idea. It had been some time since the two had really spent some quality time together and Kit's absence presented the perfect opening.

"I don't know, Moss," Dusty said when the other bear brought it up.

"Come on. You're gonna love it."

Dusty was of course thinking of Kit. Trials weren't too difficult but he could remember having some trouble himself.

"It's not as if we're allowed to help Kit anyways. And I'm not gonna let you spend the whole day worrying about him. He's gonna be fine," Moss said, sounding sure of his words.

These words really struck Dusty as he could well remember that Dusty and Kit were always butting heads not too long ago. They still had their banters but the two were in much better standing, clearly having feelings for each other. Even if it was clear that Moss cared about the human, he wasn't the type to openly voice it.

"Okay, Moss."

The black bear was quick to pack up some things. He knew that there was only so much time before Dusty would change his mind. This wasn't the first time that the grizzly got a bit too fixated on things. It was just the way that Dusty was and Moss found it sweet that his partner was the type to be thinking about others. But there are times when it's best to just hang back and let someone overcome a challenge on their own.

Moss gathered these things into a hefty bundle that he carried, leading Dusty out of their dwelling and out of the camp. But he made sure to guide them away from where Kit would be. Heading in the other direction they were heading for the stream and upon crossing it they were near the place that Dusty found Kit. For Moss it was a place of little significance but he was aiming to take his partner somewhere else anyways.

"Where are we headed?" Dusty asked, noticing that they were off the beaten path and heading to a part of the territory that was more overgrown. They were even venturing past the furthest parts of his scouting route.

"A special place that I found the other day," Moss explained. That's all he said, wanting to keep the details a secret.

"You're always finding 'special places' here and there," Dusty said with a smile. "I didn't know you wandered out this far."

"Don't worry I stay within the borders," Moss said, hoping to avoid Dusty giving him a lecture.

He didn't take Dusty very far. They were heading upstream and finally stopped when they came upon the stream's source, a waterfall. Water was cascading down from a high cliff. The water was deeper here and the nature around it was lush. Dusty was instantly enthralled about the new sights and scents around him.

"What do you think?" Moss asked. He dropped the bundle and began to unpack some of the things that he brought along.

"This place is gorgeous!" Dusty exclaimed.

Moss smiled and he began to set up the tent that he packed. Dusty took the chance to explore a bit, keeping himself nearby and he found a bush that had some rather fragrant berries attached to them. Dusty began to gather them, first in one of his hands but he found a piece of flat wood that he could use as a makeshift plate. He piled the berries up and then returned to where Moss was, finding that the tent was set up and with a pristine stream nearby they had the makings of a camp to settle themselves in.

Collecting some water for them to drink and already having berries, Moss took his turn to get them some more food while Dusty made them a small fire. When Moss returned he came back with a pair of bunnies. He was panting and noticeably a bit sweaty. Twigs and small green bits like leaves and grass blades were clinging to his pelt. "Haah... Got us some dinner."

Moss took it upon himself to prepare the rabbits, having no qualms getting his claws and hands dirty. While he did that, Dusty was making a juice with some of the berries, collecting it in some extra water containers that Moss had packed. When crushed the fruits showed that they contained a lot of juice and the collected liquid was even more fragrant than the uncrushed berries.

When both bears were finished, they had a complete meal of rabbits and juice from the berries. The sun was just starting to set and the glow of the fire provided warmth but also an ambiance that one could call romantic.

"Mmm... It's been a while since I've had a rabbit," Dusty remarked.

"They weren't easy to catch," Moss said. His smile fell and he sighed. "...Trust me"

"Well I'm very grateful." Dusty closed the distance between them and planted a kiss on the black bear's cheek. Moss blushed and chuckled a bit.

"I guess it was all worth it in the end." The black bear dug into the freshly cooked meat, eating and humming loudly as he savored the taste. Dusty could agree and ate his rabbit as well. They got their fill on the meat but the meal wasn't over yet. They still had the drinks of freshly squeezed berry juice. Dusty had tasted a bit beforehand and enjoyed the sweet yet also tangy flavor. Moss took a curious swig of it and hummed.

"Huh. This stuff is pretty good," Moss commented. He began to drink the juice down, tilting his head back as he downed the stuff from its container. Dusty was slower to drink so he could really enjoy the taste and finished it in time. After that the two were left to simply relax. Night had come but the fire gave them light. The night sounds of the forest, combined with the nearby waterfall, added to the peace that usually came from having a full belly and a nice drink.

Speaking of the drink, Dusty didn't know what kind of berries they were. But his sense of smell led him to choose them from how appealing they smelled. While not poisonous or able to make the bears sick there was something about the berries. After some time the grizzly and black bear were starting to feel the effects.

"Hey, Dusty. What kind of berries are those?" Moss asked, noticing that he was starting to feel something similar to the buzz of having some ale at the tavern.

"Not entirely sure," the grizzly admitted. "But I know they're not poisonous."

"Well that's good..." Moss said with a small huff. He grabbed one from the stack of uncrushed berries and popped it into his mouth. "That juice you made was pretty good too."

Dusty nodded and looked around the makeshift camp. "Moss. Thanks for taking me here. It is beautiful. And you were right. Kit's gonna be just fine."

"Of course he is. We all go through the trial. Sure he's not a bear but he's shown that he can keep up with us."

"I'm surprised to hear you vouching for him," Dusty said. "You two are always going back and forth."

"That's just how we communicate. And it keeps things interesting," Moss revealed with a chuckle.

"Speaking of interesting," Dusty started, switching the topic of the conversation. "Just how did you catch those rabbits? It couldn't have been easy."

"Oh boy..." Moss groaned in preparation to tell the tale. "Here's how it went..."

The black furred bear told how he came upon a group of rabbits and how he gave chase, determined to return to his mate with a rare treat. But there were many ups and downs in getting them, including him lunging at a pair of sitting rabbits only for him to crash right through a bush and tumble further because the land was sloped downwards.

Dusty couldn't help but laugh. Moss did triumph and managed to catch some rabbits. It just took a lot more time and effort than he expected...

"Awww, you went through that much trouble for me?" Dusty asked.

"Of course."

Dusty kissed Moss again, this time on the lips. The kiss was returned and the two began to softly moan in each other's mouth, tasting the sweetness from the berries' juice on their tongues. Being so close to the black bear, Dusty could smell his partner's musk. He had been sweating from the hunt and the smell of his perspiration was clinging to his black pelt.

The kiss was broken and Moss was looking a bit curious. "Hey. Dusty?"

"Yes?"

"I think we're drunk." Moss began laughing. Dusty agreed and laughed as well.

"Nothing we can do about it now. But I know something else we can do," Dusty said. His tone of voice made his feelings clear and the way he ran his tongue over his fangs made it all the more obvious.

He was the one to make the first move. Moss was certainly the bolder of the two but Dusty had a lustful side as well. It just took a bit more to get him to show it. With an inviting smile on his face, the grizzly bear gently placed his hand down on Moss' loincloth. His fingers began teasing the shaft through the fabric, finding that Moss was already becoming erect.

"Oh, you're poking the bear now..." Moss growled and licked his lips as well. Being already a bit drunk, it didn't take much more for his cock to grow fully erect. With his loincloth tented, the chubbier ursine made himself open to his partner. Lying down on the soft grass he invited Dusty to come in closer and the grizzly was eager to do so.

Dusty crawled towards his partner, looking much like one of his feral cousins. His own cock was hard underneath his loincloth but his focus was on the twitching bulge and growing wet spot on the front of Moss' own groin cover.

"Ready when you are," Moss encouraged.

Dusty took hold of the loincloth, first tugging it free to expose his partner's cock and plump balls. He took the time to pull it down and off of his partner entirely. It was a sight that he could never get enough of. Moss' body was only made up of two colors. Nearly all black from head to two with light brown just on his muzzle. The pinkness that jutted from the sheath was an immediate attention grabber. Dusty didn't just take in the sight of the cock but also Moss as a whole. His rounded and soft body made him look deceptively cuddly.

"Speechless, huh?" Moss asked, basking in the pair of eyes that were scanning his body. "When you're done gawking you can start with my balls."

Dusty nodded and eased his head downwards towards his partner's crotch. He was used to Moss' dirty talk and found it exciting. Being told what to do made things easier for him as well. When reaching those balls Moss spread his legs to give him room to work. His hand came down and pushed the grizzly's head down. A soft sound came from him when he felt the bear's nose touching his sack. Dusty reacted as well, being immediately reintroduced to a familiar and intoxicating aroma. The dense musk filled his nose and he reacted with a sigh of approval.

After getting his fill on the scent, Dusty opened his mouth and began to run his tongue along the sack. He did so gently and slowly to start and Moss had initially jumped from the contact. As another lick came he was quick to relax and groan from the feeling of Dusty's tongue starting to move around. Both gonads were given attention via the grizzly's tongue tracing all over the fur covered pouch. That same fur was starting to become a bit heavy and wet from the other bear's saliva.

"Oooh... Damn, that tongue of yours..." Moss groaned as Dusty's licking was starting to become smoother and a bit faster. Being flattered by the other bear's words, the grizzly swirled his tongue all over both orbs, giving them an equal amount of attention. Not only that but he licked all over the ball sack in any way that he could.

Things were taken a step further by Dusty opening his mouth again, taking both orbs into his mouth again. He closed his lips around the pouch and began to suck and lick while humming from the light taste that met his moving tongue.

"Yeah! Suck on them!" Moss growled.

Dusty did as he was told, and he suckled on the sack. Listening to Moss' groans and pants kept him aroused and eager to keep working the balls with his mouth. His sucking could be heard and after doing so for some time he popped the orbs from his mouth and gave them another round of licking. Moss gasped from the feeling that came from this and the gasp turned into a growl from his balls being engulfed by Dusty's hot and wet maw all over again.

All of this stimulation to his balls was causing Moss' cock to throb hard and even leak. Dusty had taken notice of this while still having his mouth full of his mate's balls. He wanted to give them some more attention before moving on. Again, the grizzly began to suckle and lick all over the orbs but it was done with even more power and speed. Moss' moans were growing louder. His enjoyment was evident; able to be heard but also seen in the form of precum that was starting to leak out from his tip. It was then that Moss felt it was time to move on.

When popping the balls from his mouth he finally began to move past them, much to Moss' growing excitement. Dragging up the sack, Dusty made his way to the start of the black bear's cock.

"Now we're getting to the good stuff..." Moss said with eagerness in his voice.

Dusty moaned in agreement as he slid his tongue along the cock's underside. The taste of precum was heavy on his taste buds. While sliding upwards towards the tip, he felt the warmth that radiated from Moss' cock. It was starting to throb as well.

From Moss' perspective, he felt warmth as well. Dusty's tongue had started at his base and slowly slid all the way up. His precum was being lapped up and in its place was the grizzly's saliva. That feeling alone kept him moaning and a hard shiver raced up his spine when the tip was finally reached. Not only had Dusty given it a lick but his lips wrapped around to suckle out the precum that was just leaking out.

Dusty savored the taste that coated his tongue and thoroughly enjoyed it. Gently twirling it around the tip caused Moss to grunt and a rope of precum had spurt from the tip. Being quick to collect it, the brown furred bear moaned out as well from the taste being so strong. Lapping it up kept his tongue tracing all over the tip. It was then that he began to move his muzzle downwards.

From there Moss felt his inches being taken into Dusty's mouth. The tongue was still moving, caressing the length as it continued to slide in past his lips. Deep sighs and groans came from him as Dusty's lips grew closer and closer to the base of his cock.

"Mmm. Gonna swallow down the whole thing?" Moss asked.

Dusty nodded and took a deep breath through his nose before pushing his head down. A huff was forced out of Moss when he felt his tip entering his mate's throat. He could feel his windpipe being stretched around the throbbing erection. Moss was nothing if not thick but that included his cock. Dusty was very familiar with the girth but that didn't mean it was something he could just stuff down into his throat.

With a bit of added pushing, the grizzly's nose was buried into the fur of Moss' crotch, giving him a moment to get his fill on the alluring scent of his mate. After a few whiffs and a bit of time meant for adjusting, Dusty eased himself upwards again. His wrapped lips and tongue were still pressed snug against the pulsating flesh. Slowly sliding his head upwards, Dusty soon made it to the tip again and paused to give that spot more licks that got his tongue coated in precum all over again.

"Rrgh!" Moss' sounds of pleasure were becoming more intense. He watched Dusty slowly moving his sucking mouth up and down. Bobbing his head while moaning softly around his length, the other bear looked up and their eyes met. Another push down plunged the pulsing inches into the hold of Dusty's throat again.

Dusty couldn't help but melt from the pulsing in his throat and the spurts of warmth that were clinging to his oral walls. Moss' soft humps smeared the fluid and he could taste it when the length was tugged from his windpipe again. Moss was also impressed with his mate's dedication. Dusty smoothly transitioned from working his throat to lapping his tongue all over the leaky cocktip.

He didn't need much of a reason to do so. Between the tastes, flavors, and sounds that Moss made, Dusty was gaining so much even though his cock remained untouched. So he continued sucking, running his head up and down to take each and every inch. His licking and sucking were being done a bit faster now and hearing Moss' moans and grunts was like music for him. Making it even better was Moss thrusting into his maw every so often, plunging it even further down into his throat.

"Fuck yeah. Keep working that slutty muzzle all over my cock!" Moss reached his hand down and placed it on top of Dusty's head. He got a good hold to keep it in place while he put more effort into trusting into the taller ursine's mouth.

While his muzzle was being humped, Dusty was still licking and sucking. The pumping inches were caressed by the moving tongue. His tip, shaft, and the base were all given their due attention. As Dusty started to lick with growing vigor Moss was also moving his hips with growing speed. Keeping a hold on the grizzly's head, the chubbier ursine was gently rutting his face, keeping a good amount of his length in the depths of his throat. Dusty moaned around the moving shaft and felt the pair of black furred balls bumping against his chin with each thrust.

"Hrrgh... D-Dusty..." Moss moaned. Things were starting to pick up. Deep breaths were coming from him and his chest was heaving. He kept up the mouth humping while also moving Dusty's head with his hand. At the same time Dusty was moaning around his cock, enjoying the steady flow of precum that kept his tongue and throat glazed.

After a few more thrusts and sucks from both bears, Moss felt that he was at the point of no return. He ordered Dusty to keep it up while he began thrusting into the snug throat. Faster and harder, the black bear shoved his length into the squeezing wet passage. He did this until it was all too much. A final thrust into the passage was given before Moss unleashed ropes of his hot and thick seed. Dusty felt his throat being pumped full of it and he moaned before drinking the stuff down, gulping loudly enough for the other bear to hear.

"Drink... Drink it all down!" Moss gasped. The raw bliss of draining his balls took over his entire body. He was left gasping and snarling as he poured his seed directly down his partner's throat. Dusty pulled his head back so he could taste the fluid on his tongue. While still drinking it down, he also savored every sound that Moss made. The black bear's humping finally calmed down and the last of his spunk came out to coat the grizzly's tongue. With a final sigh of satisfaction, the black bear pulled his cock free.

"That was a big one," Dusty said. He chuckled and licked the remaining seed from his lips.

"Thanks. I've been working on it," Moss responded. "It's your turn now. How about going easy on me?"

"I'll try my best..." the grizzly said with a wink and smirk of his own. "But no promises."

Moss was still lying on his back, now waiting for the other bear to make his move. Dusty was blushing a bit as he took his loincloth off, showing off his own throbbing bearhood for his mate to see. Bringing himself in close again, he got down on his knees and took hold of the black bear's legs.

Moss was already trembling a bit, feeling a renewed sense of excitement and arousal the moment he felt Dusty's cocktip poking at his rim. The grizzly had been leaking precum while licking and sucking and now it was completely slathered along with a few inches past it.

"Ready?" Dusty asked. Moss gave his confirmation and Dusty began to push forwards. They both audibly reacted to the feeling of penetrating and being penetrated. Moss was taking a few deep breaths but felt more pleasure than anything else. Dusty was especially feeling the tightness of the black bear's anus. His tip was already being squeezed and that spurred him to push more inside.

Moss' groans grew louder as he felt himself being gradually spread. The tip and first few inches had sunk into him and this caused Dusty to moan out as well. Realizing that he was more pent up than he realized, the grizzly couldn't help himself. He started rocking his hips back and forth, working his length into the soft hole bit by bit.

It was easier from there. As Dusty sunk more of himself in, he was looking at the authentic expression of lust and delight on the other bear's face. Another small push got another sound out of Moss. A low toned growl that rose from deep within his chest. Just hearing it was making him blush even harder. He groaned from the sudden clench of Moss' anus around his surrounded inches. By the black bear's expression, the act was on purpose.

Moss was appreciating the slow approach but he wasn't the kind to take things slow or gentle. He had let Dusty do things his way but the anticipation was starting to eat him up. So he started to act on his own accord. The first thing had been the squeezing of his tailhole. That certainly got Dusty's attention. What came next was the rocking of his body, being gentle enough to not disturb his mate while also serving as a form of non-verbal encouragement.

"M-Moss... Y-you're such a tease," Dusty said. His usual soft and mellow tone of voice was starting to shift. Gradually, Moss was bringing out the wilder side of Dusty. Or his "inner bear" as Moss liked to call it. Noticing the change made Moss all the more excited and he openly grinned, looking his partner directly in the eyes before he spoke again.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" he asked.

"That depends..." Dusty responded. This time his tone of voice really sent shivers down Moss' spine. It was so certain. So dominant. "What do you want me to do?"

This was the side of himself that Dusty rarely showed off.

He wanted him to say it and the very idea was making Moss tremble. Now it was his turn to feel flustered. "I want you to dominate me. I'll submit to my big, strong grizzly. If he'll have me, that is..."

Moss meant every word and in the privacy that the woods provided he could say it without hesitation. It was more than a want, he needed this. Dusty didn't respond with words. Instead the grip on Moss' body got firmer before the thrust came. The rest of his cock was all jammed inside.

A pair of snarls broke out. Dusty felt the tightness surrounding all of his length now and Moss was reeling from the sudden feeling of fullness that overtook him. The feeling was incredible. His previously spent cock had sprung back to full hardness again. It was throbbing just as hard as the shaft still hilted in his deepest parts.

Moss was glad that Dusty increased the grip on his body. When the grizzly began thrusting, it was with an unexpected amount of force that moved his heavier body. If it wasn't for that hold the thrusts would have relentlessly shoved around. While he was moaning, his voice having a higher pitch than usual, Dusty was making deeper sounds. Panting and growling as he rocked his hips in a fashion that led to his body roughly rocking into Moss'.

Moss has proven that he was capable of being the one on top. Kit was living proof of that. But the greatest highs he ever achieved came from being in a submissive role. Opening himself up for someone else to take control. And Dusty was perfect. Even while treating himself roughly there was an underlying care and tenderness. While his lust was flaring hot, Moss could also feel the beating of his heart.

Dusty had been put in a certain mood by Moss. He felt something similar when he was with Kit, the first time they had set. But in this moment with his long time partner those feelings were much stronger. It was something he almost couldn't explain. Something inside of him that was powerful. And Moss had roused it. His body felt hot. He felt needy for Moss but also wanted to please him. To make sure that they both enjoyed this. But he also had an urge to "lay claim" to his partner. The plump rear was his and he was going to make it his own.

Moss was of course loving it. He felt himself being both filled and stretched. The roughness on top of that made the black bear glad that he wasn't in the rotation for the next hunting party. He would need some time for his rump to recover...hopefully.

Dusty was going even further, compelled by his own feelings for Moss. The sense of want and need for him. It wasn't just about gaining pleasure but also sharing an intimate moment with someone he loved so much. Taking a stronger hold of Moss and rocking his hips with greater fervor, Dusty was now thrusting hard enough to slap his balls against the large and soft rump. Precum was freely oozing from his cock's tip, further marking the soft walls that surrounded his pulsing bearhood. It also gave Dusty greater ease when it came to penetrating the other bear, his cock smoothly gliding back and forth. On top of all of that, Moss felt his prostate being teased. It had been touched a few times already but Dusty seemed to have aimed for the special spot on purpose.

"That's more like it..." Moss said with a cocky grin and lustful growl.

He joined in by squeezing his hole around the moving erection. He did so in time with the incoming thrusts and heard Dusty reacting to this, his growls being even deeper with each push. After a few of these squeezes the grizzly began to move his lower half even more. It wasn't just his balls, but his entire pelvis that was audibly smacking into Moss' ass now.

From this and the stimulation to his prostate being more intense, Moss couldn't help but moan out even louder. The pitch in his voice stood out even more as well. Pleasure was racing through him, enough to keep him gasping and shuddering. While panting so heavily, he was also drinking in the scents of sex and bear that hung heavy in the air around them. Still being without direct touch, his cock was leaking heavily, even shooting out a line of precum from an extra strong push against his prostate. He could feel the warmth of it on his stomach and throbs of his cock that were stronger than usual. The pleasure was rising for Moss and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

If he was to cum soon, Moss decided to go all out. He was manipulating his body in time with the other bear's motions. Clenching his hole down on the shaft and even rocking his own body against those incoming thrusts. Dusty was still leading and the submitting ursine found himself being outdone. His stamina was waning while Dusty was gradually thrusting harder and faster. Deep toned snorts and growls came from him. He sounded much like a feral bear and it was sending flashes of excitement through Moss. Dusty was pushing his body to its limit and Moss was left on the receiving end of it all.

It all came to a head when Moss came first. He cried out, raising his voice from the sensation of a hands free climax. The pleasure was mind-numbing and he could only react with sounds as he unloaded thick ropes all over himself, making an even bigger mess of his belly. The harder clenching of his tailhole was what did it for Dusty. The bear slammed all of himself inside as he roared and then came the thick gushes of his hot and sticky cum that were filling up him. Dusty managed to thrust a few more times, shooting more of his potent seed until he gave all that he could.

"That may have been your best performance yet," Dusty said. His voice was laced with satisfaction.

"You sure it wasn't too much?" Dusty asked sheepishly.

"It was perfect," Moss reached his hands up and brought Dusty down to kiss him.

Their muzzles connected and the soft smooches quickly turned into a session of deep kissing and moaning into each other's mouths. Moss could taste the remnants of his own seed on Dusty's tongue. As they shared another passionate kiss, the two felt that their cocks were fully hard and twitching still.

"So what do you want to do now?" Dusty asked when the kiss came to an end.

"I like what we're doing now," Moss said. "Although... I wanna be on top this time."

They switched the positions of their bodies. Moss was looming over Dusty. The grizzly was laying on the soft ground now. He confirmed that he was ready and they were soon moaning together as Moss sunk his ass back down on Dusty's cock.

There was no time wasted. As soon as he was completely seated, Moss began grinding his body on top of Dusty's. That grinding led to him bouncing up and down. He was doing it with a bit of roughness. Being bigger than the black bear, Dusty could handle it and was moaning out as he felt his cock being ridden like this.

It was made easy thanks to the seed that already lubed Moss' tailhole. Him bouncing produced a wet sound along with the wave of pleasure that would come right after. "Let's see how long you can last..." Moss challenged. He drew his tongue over his fangs as he looked down at his mate.

"Ooaah... I'll try my best," Dusty hummed. "Try not to overdo it either..."

The comment made Moss blush. He was in control by setting the pace and providing most of the pleasure but his cock was indeed pulsing and already leaking whereas Dusty's hadn't yet. For the sake of his pride, Moss made a point to ride Dusty even harder when he resumed. His body was going up and down, taking the grizzly's inches in and out of his deeper parts. He was again feeling the shaft pressing against his sweet spots.

As the sex was becoming more intense, Moss was freely leaking and flinging his precum onto Dusty's stomach. He could feel the other male's precum adding to the mess inside of him and felt validated. The roughness was eased up but Moss continued to bounce himself at the same speed. The sounds of the shaft sliding in and out of him were growing louder and so were the groans that came from them. The throbs were getting stronger and a deeper huff came from Dusty. This led to the black bear gradually increasing the roughness until they were back to where they were before.

"You should hear yourself," Moss said with a chuckle.

"Oh really?" Dusty asked. The expression on his face turned playful and he thrust in rather suddenly, getting another one of those pitched moans out of the chubbier ursine.

Just as they had before, the two were getting themselves to their limits together. Rocking their bodies with gradually increasing speed and power, the two were soon growling and preparing themselves to release again. This time Dusty was the one to cum first, much to Moss' satisfaction. With a few more bounces on the spurting shaft, Moss achieved his own climax and spilled his own potent and plentiful load into the grizzly, making Dusty as messy as he currently was.

"Up for one more?" Moss asked. He was panting and sweating at this point but still felt full of lust. His persisting erection was proof of that. Though his mind was hazed with a mix of lust and intoxication from the berries, Moss did wonder if those same berries had an aphrodisiac effect. He and Dusty were all over each other -- not that he was complaining about that -- and their erections had lasted much longer than they usually would.

Dusty had noticed this as well but decided to take advantage of this. Getting away from the camp, being here just with Moss, and the beautiful location that they were placed in. It was all perfect. He couldn't ask for any more but certainly wasn't going to say no to more when it was presented to him.

To finish it off they went with the classic position. Moss was down on his hands and knees while Dusty climbed on top of him. Now they really looked like their feral counterparts. And when Dusty started thrusting into the already bred tailhole the two were moaning out together, holding nothing back as they shared this moment together.

Time seemed to slip away for the two. Dusty was thrusting with power but also passionately. And in this position he was able to nuzzle and even nibble on Moss' neck. Doing this was making the other melt and Moss returned his affections by nuzzling as well and pushing himself back against the thrusts just like before. Moss allowed himself to make whatever noise that felt appropriate. He gave himself fully to Dusty again. The grizzly was becoming rough and he was falling back into his more dominant side. While still affectionate there came the speed and roughness that Moss absolutely adored. His precum was dripping and shooting from his cock, landing on the earth beneath them. Between the sweat on their bodies, fluids on the ground, and seed that also stuck to them, they and the area around them was smelling heavily of musk and bear sex.

Moss was stuffed as full as he could be and Dusty's rutting was rubbing the seed that coated his stomach all over the black bear's back, marking him all over. Moss felt his body becoming messy and he embraced it fully. Precum was slipping out from Dusty's cock as well and the excess from the two first loads were leaking out of him, adding to the mess that coated the floor already.

They were like this for a while, just getting lost in the pleasure and also treating the rest of their senses. Dusty had begun to thrust faster and harder, his growls being the sounds that he made the most. As the pleasure grew stronger, the bigger bear's own instincts compelled him again. He found Moss' prostate and continued to strike it with his even stronger thrusts. This got an immediate reaction out of the dark furred ursine. After a few hard strikes to that special place, Moss couldn't help but shoot his seed again, spraying the earth beneath him with thick ropes.

With his climax came the squeezing of his hole and Dusty was set off for the final time. He snarled and was quick to take Moss' scruff into his own jaws. Holding the other bear in place, Dusty managed a few more hard thrusts before he unleashed the last of his balls' contents into the soft hole that he got him off two times before already. He groaned around the black fur, his legs shaking as he deposited the last of his spunk into the already overflooded tailhole. After that he was completely tapped out and collapsed on top of Moss, bringing the black bear down with him.

Moss groaned when they fell on the ground but found that it wasn't so bad having Dusty on top of him. The cock had slipped from his hole and all of the seed was finally leaking out of him. Sandwiched between the ground and the warm fur of Dusty, he couldn't help but sigh in contentment.

"Wow, Moss. That was..." Dusty said, his voice a bit hoarse.

"I know..." the other bear agreed.

For a bit the two remained like that, sitting there in silence. But eventually the two were starting to feel very hot and sticky. They agreed that a dip and cleaning in a stream was just what they needed. They cleaned off and helped each other with their backs. The cool night air made the water pleasant and their pelts helped keep them warm. And the fire was there to help them warm up. When their fur was dry the events of the night had caught up to them. They were very tired and huddled into the tent together, having to snuggle close together because of the limited amount of space they took up, not that either of them minded.

Kit had woken up from his nap. He felt ready to proceed with the final parts that would make him recognized as a member of the tribe officially. He felt excitement as he came all the closer to Beric's large dwelling. The polar bear and his retainers were waiting for him.

As this was a momentous occasion for him, Kit was first treated to a meal. Not only did some of it come from the game he hunted earlier but it was also paired with paired fruits, cheeses, and even some wine. KIt got his fill and after that he was also allowed a bath to wash off the dirt and sweat that still clung to him. The human was happy to do so and had also enjoyed using Beric's bath. It was meant for someone as large as the polar bear. For someone like Kit it was practically a heated pond. Not wanting to keep the others waiting he cleaned up and returned to the bears.

It came time for him to earn his tattoo. Beric would be doing it himself. He stood behind Kit. The human was sitting on a stool, doing his best to remain still as he felt Beric tracing lines, making the symbol that the others had. The substance used to tattoo him had a strong smelling. It felt sticky on his skin and tingled a bit as well. Beric explained that it was made to sink into the fibers of a bear's pelt, permanently leaving a mark that would show no matter how many times they shed or shaved. It was being on the shoulder to match everyone else. While intricately tracing out the symbol, the leading polar bear also noticed the other marks on Kit. On his other shoulder were three claw marks resembling wounds that would be left by a bear attack.

Beric asked about them but Kit couldn't explain where they came from or what they meant.

"You are still so full of mysteries, Kittrick. You clearly come from a place we have never known. You are the only human we've ever seen. I admit I was always curious and have been keeping an eye on you from afar. I am glad that you decided to make yourself one with the tribe. Whether or not you regain your memories...I'm afraid no one knows. But you have a place here. You are a valued part of the tribe and even if you may look different on the outside, you truly possess the spirit of a bear."

Beric had finished painting the mark. He set the substance down and picked up something else. A jar containing a sort of powder. He scooped it in his paw and blew it onto Kit's shoulder. The tattoo began to dry right away and the powder itself was leaving no traces. Kit could feel it drying quickly and after about a minute, Beric allowed him to move again. The tattoo was now permanent. Fused to his skin and it wouldn't be coming off.

"Now. With all of that we can move onto the final part of the ritual. The submission," Beric said.

"Of course," Kit said with a nod. He showed his respect to the leader. His heart was starting to pound. Beric was the biggest bear in the tribe, built of pure muscle and he carried himself as the leader of the settlement too.

"Kittrick. I welcome you to join us. You have proven your loyalty to the tribe by providing them with meat. But you must now prove your own loyalty to me. Will you submit yourself?"

"I will." Kit's voice was certain and he spoke without hesitation.

"Undress yourself, Kittrick."

Kit did as he was told. He took off his shorts, sandals, and his accessories, showing himself completely to the tribe leader. Seeing the human like this was already causing Beric to stir underneath his own loincloth. He came in closer, looming right over the human. Kit was told to get down on his knees. Doing so made Beric seem all the larger.

The polar bear's hands undid his loincloth. The fabric fell to the floor. Aside from his accessories, Beric was completely nude and showing himself off for Kit to see. True to the rest of him, the leader's cock was both thick and long, completely outdoing both Moss and Dusty. It was actually a bit intimidating. The leader's retainers, being a sun bear and panda respectively, also took off their loincloths. Three impressive bear erections were in full view, being a full mast and already throbbing.

At about the same time, the bears gripped their cocks and began pumping their hands up and down, sailing their wrapped fists along their inches. As Beric commanded, Kit remained where he was, down on his knees while they all stood over him. His attention was mostly focused on Beric's impressive endowment. The polar bear was smoothly moving his hand, making small sounds with the others that were on both sides of him. The sight was more than enough to make Kit's heart pound and by being so close he was also able to drink in the larger male's musk, a deep scent that began to spread out, striking Kit's senses in a very effective manner.

Gradually the three began to pick up the pace of their masturbating. The smell of bears was steadily growing stronger and so were their grunts. Kit could see precum leaking from their tips. The slick fluid was collected and used to aid in their task, the wet sounds of their jerking now being paired with the voices of bears getting themselves closer to their limits.

Pumping even faster and grunting deeper, the trio of bears were clearly on the cusp of their climaxes. Beric was the first to unleash his seed, raining it down on Kit's waiting body. The human embraced the sticky and hot ropes that came down. They clung to his skin, marking his face and chest. The other bear's reached their own climaxes not long after, groaning as they unleashed their own loads, spraying them onto Kit's skin as well, nearly coating him completely in mixed bear seed.

After a bit of time given for recovery, Beric asked his retainers to leave him Kit alone. The sun bear and panda nodded before leaving the two to their own devices. Kit was a bit confused until he realized that the submission part wasn't over just yet.

Beric offered the human a towel and Kit cleaned most of the seed that had been clinging to his body. But when he was done, the polar bear presented his renewed erection and made it clear that he wanted Kit to suck on it.

Kit of course wasn't a stranger to sharing pleasure with the bears. His relationship with two bears was living proof of that. But the camp's leader was bigger than them both. All the same he got down on his knees again and Beric took that as a sign of agreement. He came in close enough for Kit to again smell the masculine scent that radiated from Beric's massive form. He could already feel his mouth watering while gazing upon the length. It was glistening, still slathered in precum.

Kit opened his mouth to receive it. Beric carefully inserted his flesh, already reacting to the softness of the human's tongue. The taste of precum was the first thing that struck Kit, being a bit salty but also a bit sweet surprisingly. Of course the smell of him was stronger now but no less appealing. Beric was still easing himself in but Kit couldn't wait. His tongue began to move, sliding and grinding against the erection.

Beric reacted to this and he also went ahead with inserting the rest of himself inside. Kit felt his throat being penetrated but he was able to handle it. He felt the heat and throbbing against the walls of his windpipe. For now he was still licking along the length, dutifully cleaning up the flavorful precum that still coated the inches.

"If you insist, then clean the entire thing. Run your tongue along every inch."

Kit did so and he was surprised by how quickly he became focused on the task. Licking on the shaft granted him another taste and he also got to hear the rumbling hums of the leader, clearly pleased with his actions. Pushing his head forwards slowly, Kit took in even more of the bear's cock, slowly sinking his lips down to the sheath, much to his own growing surprise. He could certainly feel how big Beric was now. After a moment needed to adjust, the human pulled his head back and continued lapping his tongue until the length was clean of its sheen of precum.

"Impressive..." Beric praised. Kit's mouth provided a unique pleasure that he admittedly wanted more of. "Now give these their due attention." The polar bear directed attention to his balls, running a hand over his sack and even giving it a light squeeze.

Kit nodded and indeed gave the sack its due attention. He started out by swabbing his tongue over the fur covered pouch. More low toned noises came from Beric, feeling the human's tongue sliding along his sack, giving each orb a series of slow and tender swipes that were sending waves of pleasure and warmth throughout his body. Things got even better when his balls were being kissed with the same amount of care and tenderness.

After giving them attention with his tongue and lips, Kit took things further by opening his mouth and taking the orbs in. He did so by slipping the first orb inside before doing the same with the second. The bear's plump sack had just managed to fit in his mouth and the moans from Beric were growing louder as his tongue was lapping all over them, paired with the soft suckling. Kit did this for a while, until the balls were slathered in his saliva. The taste was imprinted on his taste buds and musk continued to pour into his nose.

Beric simply placed his large hand on the back of the human's head, guiding him back up until Kit's mouth was aligned with the pointed tip of his ursine cock. It was taken in slowly and he moaned around the entering shaft, finding the taste of the tribe leader was just as good as his smell.

Beric pushed his head down slowly and Kit gradually took the length past his lips. It slid over his tongue and was already starting to reach into his throat again. Beric eased him back before that point, keeping his cock from sliding too deep into the passage. He moved the human's head back and forth, groaning as he felt the soft mouth gliding along a good portion of his cock.

Kit obediently bobbed up and down the spire of flesh, feeling it pulse and leak against his tongue. A small moan came in reaction to the taste and he was already aiming to get more, moving his tongue along the shaft. From the base and up to the tip, Kit swirled the wet muscle and earned more of those low toned groans from Beric. He looked up to see the pleased expression on the polar bear's face. A mix of both lust and a sense of pride towards the newest member of their tribe.

Though no words were being exchanged, Kit could feel a sense of pride welling up from deep within. A sense of pride that came from being able to please the tribe leader. He had a sense that Beric was very experienced and as leader he likely felt the mouths of other newcomers before himself.

Putting his focus on the task at hand again, Kit put more effort into his actions. Sailing his mouth up and down with greater speed -- along with moving his tongue faster and with increased pressure -- Kit earned even more precum. It was leaking out in a steady manner, slathering his taste buds and the start of his throat.

"Very good," Beric moaned. "You clearly know how to pleasure a bear as well. If you can handle Mallos and Dryfus then I wonder how you will fare with me. Are you up to the challenge?"

Kit nodded around the length. Beric took him up on that and pressed on Kit's head with greater force. The push on the back of Kit's head and a thrust from Beric's hips worked in tandem to push the length into the tight hold of the human's throat. At the same pace, the white furred bear was grinding his erection along the hot and wet walls of the smaller male's esophagus. Keeping Kit in place with his hand, the tribe leader was now doing most of the work and his already deep moans were growing even more so.

Kit was surprised by how well he was taking the bear's size. He could certainly feel that Beric was bigger than the other bears he had been with so far and there had been a moment of strain but the abundance of precum helped greatly. Kit continued to moan around it, feeling those same throbs becoming stronger with time.

Beric was starting to growl and he was gripping Kit's head a bit tighter, his claws gingerly pressing against the human's skin. Kit could feel the cock throbbing harder against his tongue. Another huff came from the polar bear, shoving a bit more of his length into the soft throat. That was the final act before Kit's throat was being further stretched by the first wave of hot and thick cum.

Kit began swallowing the seed, not wanting to spill any of the tribe leader's essence. Beric slowly pulled his cock from the throat, easing back just enough for his length to sit upon the human's tongue, now filling his mouth with each spurt. Beric kept his hand on the back of Kit's head until his climax had come to an end. With a deep sigh of satisfaction the leader pulled his cock free but was still hard and throbbing, showing that he was still in the mood for more. A final rope of cum was spurt, marking the human's face just like the previous load from him had.

"Allow me..." Beric collected the seed, getting it smeared on his moving thumb. He then presented that wet thumb to Kit. The human opened his mouth and suckled on the digit. He slid his tongue all over it, cleaning up the spunk and getting another taste for it.

"We're not done yet, Kittrick. But I am already impressed with you." There was a pleased look on Beric's face. He turned around and stepped away to get something. Kit took the moment to catch his breath and wiped the remaining seed off with the towel that he was given earlier.

Beric returned with a jar. He asked the human to present himself and Kit knew what was coming next. Getting on his hands and knees, Kit showed off his rump and even raised it a bit. Beric made a sound of approval as he got down on his own knees. The lip on the jar was popped off and two fingers were dipped into. When Beric pulled those fingers free they were smeared and then pressed against Kit's rim. The fluid was cold and it made Kit shiver. A needy whimper then came from him when the digits began to ease in. They slid past his rim and began to grind along the walls of his anus.

Beric was working smoothly. Of course Kit felt pleasure but he could tell that the bear's aim was to lubricate his insides first and foremost. His fingers steadily slid in deeper and the slick fluid was smeared onto his depths. A pleased rumble came from Beric when the fingers were pulled free.

"Are you ready?" Beric asked.

"I am," Kit said. He couldn't hide the bit of worry he had, looking back and gazing upon the large maleness that was being lined up to his entrance.

"Don't worry. I'll go gently," Beric promised as he pressed his thick cocktip to the tight ring.

Beric got himself into position. Being already aligned, his hands were gripping Kit's hips. He couldn't help but trace his hands along the smooth skin. Not even he could resist the exotic feeling of a furless body against his fingers. After a bit of feeling up, Beric finally began to ease himself inside.

The moan that came from Kit was unexpectedly pitched. His hole was being steadily spread around the tribe leader's extraordinary thickness. The inches were carefully inserted, stretching Kit's anus further. Beric gripped the human's hips tighter and let out a grunt from the tightness that he felt. In time his length was fully inserted. His furred pelvis was pressed firm to Kit's smooth rump cheeks. Kit could feel the bear's sack bumping against his own. Taking the length into his throat had been one thing, but feeling those same inches throbbing in his hole was a whole other thing entirely.

"Good," Beric praised. He began rolling his hips, doing so in a slow and steady manner but that was more than enough to make Kit moan out in a needy manner. His sounds were allowed to echo throughout the leader's dwelling.

Touching the human's prostate led to his hole clenching down, much to Beric's delight and growing arousal. He rocked his body in a steady manner, letting Kit gradually adjust to the feeling of his endowment. After doing this for an extended period Beric broke the pace by pulling his hips back. They were pushed forwards again in the form of an unexpectedly forceful thrust. Kit felt himself being stuffed with greater intensity, the already hefty bear cock had reached in deeper and further stretched his depths. This was the new pace that Beric set. It was faster and rougher but not overwhelming. Beric clearly preferred this, evident by the way that he was grunting and the pressing of his claws against the Kit's skin. The sound and feeling of his balls slapping against Kit's were felt along with the added pleasure that came from being penetrated in this way.

Kit's own cock was rock hard and leaking precum, throbbing harder despite it having yet to be touched. He had adjusted to the leader's size and couldn't deny his desire for more. Being hardly able to form words, Kit used his body to communicate this. He pushed himself back against the incoming thrusts and heard the leader grunt. His cock throbbed and released a splash of precum that sent a wave of warmth through the rest of Kit's body.

"Very well," Beric said, knowing exactly what Kit wanted. The polar bear picked up the pace of his rutting and also thrust his cock in harder as well. Everything that Kit felt before was even more so and he was loving it. His body was being rocked by these thrusts, moved back and forth in time with the bigger male's motions. Kit did his best to keep his own body steady against them but found it was a bit hard to focus. The greater intensity was already more than he could ask for but the added contact to his prostate sent hard jolts through his body that nearly made him lose all control of himself.

The bear's cock was thrusting so deeply into his hole, touching even more of his most tender spots along the way. It was smoothly sliding back and forth from the mix of lubrication and precum. The feeling of being marked by precum made Kit shudder and he found himself awaiting the polar bear's actual load. It was starting to become too much for him. The feelings, sounds, and sounds were all blending into one for Kit. He was gradually getting lost in all having a focus on nothing more than submitting himself. He certainly couldn't form words now and cried out for even more. Beric obliged him and proved that even with his hips rocking so fast and rough, he was still holding back.

While he got what he wanted, Kit couldn't endure it for long. After a few deep strokes, the human felt his entire body pulsing. A wave of intense pleasure swept over him, leaving himself stunned for an entire second. He finally found his voice again when crying out. Without any meaningful touch given to it, Kit's cock throbbed and began to shoot ropes of cum that were thick. They were unloaded one after another, splattering on the smooth flooring.

With Kit's climax came the extra firm clenches of his ass. Beric couldn't help but thrust against them. He raised his voice as well, unleashing hard and primal sounding growls as he pounded Kit's ass without relent. Kit could do little more than endure. He had already blown his load and was now waiting for Beric to do the same. The sounds of the bear had overtaken his own weak pants and gasps. More of those loud and honestly intimidating growls. The sounds of his body smacking into Kit's and the wet slaps his overly-lubricated cock plowing in and out of the squeezing hole.

The only announcements of Beric's climax were his roar and the intensified throbs of his cock. He thrust in hard for a final time, burying all of his inches in as far as they could reach. The feeling of this made Kit exclaim and to his own surprise, he came a second time, shooting more ropes onto the already marked floor. Beric lowered his body over Kit's pressing his soft gut against the human's back. His white furred balls drew up and the first rush of seed came out with force.

The feeling of Beric's seed, its heat and thickness...

It was already filling him up. He moaned from the feeling and felt Beric's breath against his ear. The bear was panting hard, growling as more gushes of seed came spilling out from his cock's buried tip. Having their bodies so close together, smelling the scents of them and sex in the air kept Kit slightly aroused but his cock had gone soft from him shooting all the seed he had to give. Beric on the other hand showed that his balls contained much more as his climax continued for a bit longer. Kit could feel the excess inside of him. He was seeded so deeply and completely marked by the tribe leader.

The polar bear slowly and carefully pulled himself free. They both sighed in satisfaction and Beric took it upon himself to pick up Kit and carry him back to the bathroom. The amenities were open to him still. While he was in there Beric did the cleaning in the main part of his dwelling, wiping up the various messes that their sex had made. When he was finished Kit came from the bathroom looking in much better condition, being clear and wearing a satisfied smile on his face.

"Congratulations. You are now officially a part of the tribe. I'm certain the others will be glad to hear too," Beric said. It was no secret that Kit was well liked in the tribe so him being an official member would be joyous news to them all.

When Kit returned to his own dwelling he found that Moss and Dusty were there. They perked up and raced up to him, having all kinds of questions for him.

"Guys. I'm fine. And it all went well. I'm a member of the tribe," Kit said with pride.

"I knew you could do it," Moss said. He was trying to look self assured but Kit knew that the black bear had been worried about him, even if just a little bit.

"Congratulations, Kit. You're one of us," Dusty said, his voice was filled with glee. He hugged the human and Kit returned it. While he did have fun with Beric, he was glad to be in the company of his partners and was especially looking forward to getting some sleep. Dusty and Moss let him retire to the bedroom part of their dwelling while they remained in the front.

Moss finally groaned as he sat down in front of the stone table. "Did you have to be so loud?" he clutched his head with a paw, feeling it throb a bit.

"You were just as excited as I was," Dusty pointed out with a chuckle.

"I just want this hangover to pass already. My head is killing me," the black bear groaned.

Dusty leaned over and planted a soft kiss on the other bear's head. "That better?"

"A little. Thanks. And I am happy for him," Moss said but he did so quietly just in case Kit was listening.