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Sara eased herself into an old hard wood chair with a firm but comfortable cushion. She took a moment to look around the office. Pictures and paintings covered the wall behind the old bear; some were of different areas on the site and some she did not recognise from other countries.

The old bear sighed heavily as he rested back in his chair. "It's been quite a day hasn't it?"

Sara nodded and grimaced as she began to slump down in her chair. "Not really what I was expecting." She grumbled.

"Sara, I know you really don't want to think about this right now and that you'd rather be with your son and try to forget the day's events," the old bear said slowly and sympathetically "but there is a matter of business to attend to."

Sara breathed a sigh of relief. "Mike, I'm quite open to talking business right now. I could use the distraction."

The old bear smiled. "Well I'll cut to the chase then. Sara, are you still interested in taking over management of this site?"

Sara locked her gaze with the bears; his eyes seemed full of concern. She thought about it for a moment, questions about his interest started to form in her mind but she decided to keep them to herself for now. "Absolutely; you couldn't change my mind if you tried."

The old bear smiled and suddenly became more cheerful. "It makes me happy to hear you say that Sara." He got up and moved to the far side of the room and opened a small cabinet. He returned to his desk with a bottle of whisky and a pair of glasses. "Care for a drink?"

Sara nodded. "Please, I could use something with a bit of bite in it right now."

The old bear poured the drinks and handed one to Sara before taking his own. They slowly sipped the strong peaty smelling liquid and enjoyed the pleasantly warming after taste. The old bear sat back in his chair and smiled at Sara. "I was right about you." He chuckled to himself.

Sara raised an eyebrow and gave him a funny look. "What do you mean?"

Mike chuckled again before he answered. "Well, when you and your son arrived and checked in for your cabin, I took one look at the two of you and said that you would be the ones who'll take over this place."

Sara chuckled to herself. "Well, that's quite a sense of intuition you have there."

"It was a feeling I had, nothing more." He said before taking another sip of his whisky. "I'll bet I can surprise you though." He said happily.

"Oh, how's that then?" She said curiously.

"Your real reason for staying." He said with a smile on his muzzle.

Sara tried to hide a look of worry. "Well I've told you that I've wanted to get back to this work before so it's not really a surprise."

Mike chuckled again and eased back in his chair. "I know that you want to do this again Sara, I can see it in your eyes, but you and I both know that's not it." Sara stared at him not sure of what to say. "It's alright Sara; you have nothing to be ashamed of, especially in front of me."

"What would I have to be ashamed of?" She said nervously.

"The fact that you and your son have been at it like rabbits for nearly your whole stay here." The old bear said with remarkable cheer.

Sara was stunned and could suddenly feel her anger boil through her body. "How dare you suggest such a thing!" She barked. "We've done no such..."

"But you have Sara. I have seen it and my daughter's have seen it. Vicky say's you look really good in a PVC outfit too." The old bear smiled cheerfully. Sara shook fearfully; they had been spied on and taken advantage of. As the look of shock on her face was slowly replaced by a harsh realization she could feel tears welling up inside her. The old bear got up and walked round his desk to her side. "I told you already Sara; you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are among friends here." He said softly and gently rubbed her shoulder. Sara looked up at Mike and saw compassion and understanding in his eyes. She suddenly realized he had gone through the same thing many years ago. "Come walk with me Sara, we have a lot to discuss."

* * *

Sam had been quiet on the drive back to the cabin with Vicky; she had tried to start a conversation with him several times but he wasn't in the mood to take her on. He didn't seem to notice as they pulled up in front of the cabin and Vicky tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, you awake?" She said trying to get his attention for the fifth time.

"Huh?" He grumbled as he was broken from his train of thought.

Vicky giggled at him "Come on kid, let's get you inside."

Sam huffed loudly at her "I'm not a kid."

"I know; I'm just trying to be friendly" she giggled. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're in a mood." Sam's eyes went wide as he blushed at her comment and quickly got out of the jeep.

As Sam rounded the jeep on his way inside and stopped when he saw Vicky get out as well. It was the first time he had properly looked at her and he had to admit that she was very beautiful. She was a little taller than him and had quite a muscular body; he guessed she did a lot of handy work around the various sites. The fact she wasn't wearing more than a pair of shorts, a tank-top, walking boots and jacket that framed her perfectly made him hold his gaze longer than he had intended. His attention hadn't gone un-noticed either. Vicky struck a sultry pose and grinned at Sam. "Like what you see sugar?" She said with a wink. Sam's blush deepened as he turned away from her and made straight for the cabin. Vicky giggled at his embarrassment and slowly strolled after him.

* * *

The forest was calm and quiet; a gentle breeze carried the scent of wild flowers, damp earth and tree bark. Mike and Sara walked along a little used trail near the base hut and shared their tales with each other.

"You've had how many kids?" Sara yipped in surprise.

"I know, it's surprising isn't it; and all of them are girls." Mike smiled back at her.

"Still, twelve daughters all through incest is a hard to grasp considering some of them are what, third generation of the same genes? I'm sorry to ask but how come there hasn't been any physical disfiguration or mental retarding?" She asked curiously.

Mike rested back against a tree and sighed. "It's complicated Sara, but I'll get to it soon. I'll tell you this for now though, no child conceived here by incest and born on these grounds has ever suffered any kind of physical or mental problems." Sara let a hopeful smile cross her muzzle as her paws gently stroked over her tummy. Mike smiled again as he watched her. "I take it you've been trying for another cub?"

Sara bit her bottom lip. "Not intentionally, but now I think I'm more comfortable with bringing another child into the world with Sam being the father. I was a little scared a few days ago when I went to the hospital that I might be found out."

The old bear looked at her curiously. "Why were you at the hospital? Is something wrong?" He asked.

Sara shuffled uncomfortably. "It's my breasts." She said quietly "They've been growing larger and very quickly at that. I'm not sure if you'd understand it, but it hurts a lot."

Mike got up and placed his paw on her shoulder then started to walk her along again. "That's something else about here that you'll get used to. I think I've got something that'll help as well if it's really causing a problem."

Sara raised her eyebrow at him questioningly. "Any other strange occurrences I need to know about?"

The old bear laughed loudly. "All in good time Sara and trust me, you'll like them all."

* * *

Sam sat at the dinner table watching Vicky as she busied herself in the kitchen making drinks for them. He wasn't in the mood for conversation and for some reason her cheery demeanour just made him feel worse.

The young female bear finished what she was doing and joined him at the table, laying a mug of hot chocolate in front of him. She pulled her jacket off and rested it over the back of her chair as she sat across from the young wolf. She leaned towards him, showing off her more than ample bosom in her tight tank top as she spoke to him. "So how you doing? Feeling any better?"

Sam shook his head. "Not really." He grumbled.

Vicky gently patted his paw. "That's understandable Sugar, but you can't let it be the end of the world for you." Sam nodded and stared into his hot chocolate. Vicky smiled and sat back in her chair. "Mind if I ask you something?"

Sam raised his eyebrow and gave her a slightly sarcastic look. "Something other than that?"

Vicky giggled. "I knew you weren't a complete stick in the mud." She folded her arms and became a little more serious. "I was just curious as to why you left your mom alone to call the base hut when you knew that creep was still around?"

For the first time, Sam found himself thinking back to his reason for leaving his mother alone. No matter how much he considered his actions he couldn't get over how stupid his idea had been and how regretted leaving her. "I don't know; I just felt like I had to get away and get in touch with someone."

"How did you get in touch with my Great Grandpa?" Vicky pressed.

Sam looked back up at her. "I took my Mom's cell phone and tried to get as high as I could to get a signal to call out."

Vicky looked very surprised. "Well that's impressive." She paused for a moment. "Because there's no cell phone signal towers in the area that cover this place."

Sam blinked and straightened up in his chair. A few minutes passed as what she said sank in; then he spoke. "You're kidding right? I mean, I got a full signal on Mom's cell phone, there has to be a signal nearby right?"

Vicky shook her head and just smiled back. "Don't try and puzzle over it sugar, there are far stranger things that go on around here."

Sam eyed her carefully. "How do you mean?"

Vicky giggled to herself and moved over to the couch and beckoned him to follow. "I'll tell you later. How about, you tell me about yourself though." She smiled at him reassuringly as he joined her on the couch.

Sam eased himself onto the large sofa and sighed softly. "So where do you want me to start?"

* * *

"So what's Vicky like?" Sara asked as she started feeling more at ease with Mike.

Mike smiled. "Honestly?" He said with a chuckle; Sara nodded. "I won't beat around the bush Sara; Vicky is in no uncertain terms, a complete nymphomaniac."

Sara gasped, covering her muzzle. "And you let her take Sam back to the cabin alone!"

The old bear sighed. "Sara, I asked Vicky to stay with Sam for a while, for the same reasons I wanted you to come with me."

"And that is?" She said, still with the shock of the thought that Sam was going to be ravished by the ranger's insatiable daughter.

"You needed a little while apart, you need to distract yourselves. You've been so focused on each other while you've been here you're directing everything at each other, that's why you barely said a word to each other before the police left." The old bear said calmly.

Sara looked away from him and deep into the forest with a tear in her eye. "You're right, but he is my mate now."

Mike rested his large paws on Sara's shoulders, giving them a gentle rub as he spoke. "Sara, I know what it's like, but you can't burden each other down all the time. You need space from time to time, that's why you'll eventually end up with friends here as well." Sara nodded and brushed a tear from her eye. "Have you thought about that yet?" Mike asked.

Sara nodded. "I met someone in town; all three of us understand each other and have enjoyed each other's company."

Mike smiled and wrapped his arms around the sobbing female wolf. "That's good, if it were just the two of you it might not have lasted long here. Have you got anyone else you want to share this place and your relationship with?" He asked softly.

She turned in his arms and hugged the bear in return. "Yeah, I have a friend at home who I want to be a part of what Sam and I have as well. But she's the only other."

"Then you'll have all you'll ever need here Sara. I have no doubts that you will all be happy here." The old bear whispered softly in her ear.

Sara looked up at him and brushed a tear from her eye. After a moment of gazing into his eyes she gently gripped the collar of his jacket, pulling herself up a little and softly pushed her lips to his. It felt like time stopped for a long moment as they shared a slow tender kiss. She suddenly came back to reality and quickly broke the kiss and held her paw to her chest. "Oh my, Mike I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to..."

The old bear gently pressed a finger to the she wolf's lips and smiled. "You don't have to apologise Sara; and don't feel guilty either." She couldn't find words to express herself, but while she had been shocked at her sudden actions; she had no open or repressed feeling of guilt over what she had done. "Are you ok?" Mike asked softly.

Sara nodded slightly. "Is this another one of those mysterious events that's going to happen to Sam and myself?" Mike just nodded. "Mike, is Vicky going to have sex with Sam?" She asked with a surprisingly level voice. Once again the old bear just nodded; his eye's giving no hint of a lie or remorse regarding his answer. "Will we?" She asked quietly.

Mike gazed back into her eyes again and gently took her paws in his and leaned in, kissing the beautiful wolf softly. "Yes, but not now. I still have a lot to show and tell you."

Sara nodded and felt strangely calm about her situation. "Then just let me enjoy this for a moment." She said with a barely audible purr behind her words, before she gripped the bear's shirt again and pulled him close and kissed him wildly. Mike indulged her moment of open lust and returned her kiss with equal passion; his paws carefully roamed her body before finally coming to rest on her backside. He gripped her firmly and pulled her against him, feeling her thundering heartbeat as he lifted her against him. Sara's tail whipped quickly from side to side in the thrill of the moment as she felt the older bear's large paws clutch to her backside. She raised her thigh and pressed it to his hip as her paws reached over his shoulders and her claws gently dug into his back.

For several minutes the wolf and the bear remained locked in a lust fuelled embrace, kissing and groping each other with reckless abandon. Sara could feel herself relaxing a little further and decided enough was enough for now; she eased her grip and lowered her leg from his hip. Mike followed suit and allowed Sara to ease out of his grip. After they separated from each other they both smiled; Sara understood suddenly that what was going on was not intended to drive a wedge further between herself and Sam, but was in fact a brief interlude in their relationship as Mike and his family handed over the site both physically and spiritually. She didn't know how or why these things were happening, but she decided to accept all that had to happen as it came to pass; she just hoped Sam would be as accepting of what was about to happen.

Sara turned her gaze back to the trail. "So you said you have more to show and tell me. You have my full attention." She said gradually feeling more relieved about her whole situation.

* * *

"So what's she like?" Vicky said as she leaned back on the sofa and stretched her legs out.

"Mom? She's cool; she's a lot of fun and good to be around." Sam said quietly.

Vicky hummed thoughtfully to herself. "I think you missed my meaning. What's your Mom like?" She said playfully and winked slyly at Sam as she finished her sentence.

Sam tried to stay calm and hide a blush that he could feel building up ready to show the world. "I told you she's...."

"Oh come on Sam." Vicky pouted "I know you two have been at it like rabbits in heat, so come on! What's she like in bed?" Sam sat in stunned silence; his eyes wide as his jaw fell open. "Come on Sam, I've spent at least a week watching you and your mom screwing outside at every opportunity. Heck, Grandpa and I were fucking at the same time you and your mom were while we watched you from the other side of the lake."

Sam blinked and looked a little shocked. "Sorry, what was that?"

"What, that I've been watching you and your mom?" She giggled.

Sam shook his head. "No, you and your Great Grandpa."

"Yeah, what about it? We've been screwing since I turned sixteen. He's even screwed all my sisters." She said with a proud smile. "My family's been here for years, and every generation that's been here has come from my Great Grandpa and his kids."

"You mean that you're whole family is inbred?" He said with surprise.

Vicky giggled and lay back on the sofa, letting her tank top ride up a little and exposed her mid-drift. "You catch on quick don't you?" She said with a cheeky grin on her muzzle. Sam raised his eyebrow in a mock gesture of contempt, but let her continue. "Unfortunately, I'm the last one of my family to be born here and I won't have my Great Grandpa's kids."

"Why?" Sam asked as her statements piqued his interest.

She sighed softly. "Well sugar, we're leaving here soon because you and your mom are taking over. So it'll be you and your mom that'll be having the long relationship here with your friends and kids."

"Do you really think my mom will have my baby?" He said quietly.

"I don't doubt it for a second, to be honest with the rate you two have been going at I'd be surprised if she wasn't pregnant already."

Sam considered her words and wondered if he would be a father by the time he was sixteen. He also considered the facts that Vicky had revealed about her families sexual activities; Vicky seemed very normal and had none of the defects he had imagined a child of such deep incestuous behaviours might produce. "Would my cubs have any problems?" He asked cautiously.

Vicky shook her head. "None of my sisters had anything wrong with them. It's just the way things are for the resident family here." She smiled and reached out, taking Sam's paw. "You are going to have a lot of daughters Sam, and they're all going to love you like your mom does now, so get used to the idea."

"Only daughters?" Sam said raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Vicky nodded happily. "There are always daughters; only very rarely is there ever a son and if there is, there is a legend that he is supposed to be totally irresistible to females."

"A legend?" Sam said doubtfully.

Vicky gave a truthful smile. "That's right sugar. My Great Grandpa is probably showing your Mom where all the records of this place are now. Maybe you'll ask her when she gets back." Sam caught a lusty glint in her eye as she continued. "Speaking of legends, I'm a bit of a legend around here myself."

Sam gently rubbed the back of her paw. "What kind of legend?" He asked tentatively.

There was a blur of movement and before Sam could register what was going on, Vicky had leapt on top of him and was now straddling his waist. "I'm a legend because no male, not even my Great Grandpa or the horses in the stables have ever been able to totally satisfy me. I just hope you're up to the task before my family leave here."

In the flurry of motion and statement, Sam's mind locked to one thing. "You fuck horses!" He blurted out in shock.

Vicky stared down her nose at him giving him a wicked but highly playful smile. "I do," She purred "and now I'm going to fuck you until I can't take it anymore." Vicky pulled her tank top over her head and cast it over the sofa. Her large breasts filled Sam's vision as she leaned into him. "So, think you're up to the challenge sugar?" She growled in a low and lust filled tone.

Sam's mind was in turmoil; he didn't want to betray his mother, but it the same time he didn't want the insatiable bear on his lap to get violent if he refused. Sam suddenly realized that while she had set a challenge to him, the terms of it were still his to lay down.

Vicky squealed as Sam quickly and firmly squeezed her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. "I'm up for the challenge, but under my terms." He growled softly in her ear. "There is only one female right now who uses me as she wants, understand?" He said sternly and applied a little more pressure to Vicky's nipples.

The female bear let out a soft howl of pain and pleasure. She hadn't expected him to be so assertive with her; she wondered if he was indeed the one who would finally break her. "I... I understand." She panted. Sam smiled in acknowledgement and released her nipples. Vicky slowly stood up in front of Sam and unbuttoned her shorts, which revealed a tiny black thong. "So where do you want me?" She said as her breathing became heavier. Sam just smiled at her in return.

***

Sara had been following Mike's lead for at least ten minutes; he had asked her to keep her eyes closed as he led her through an older area of the forest. She knew she was well looked after; Mike had helped her over many obstacles and through many more areas of rough foliage. Suddenly everything began to feel different; she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face and the ground beneath her feet was now soft and easy going, where before she had been in dense shadow and rough undergrowth. "Ok Sara, you can open your eyes now." Mike whispered.

Sara took a moment while her eyes adjusted to the bright light now around her then gasped in astonishment as her vision cleared. "Oh my...I never... It... It's beautiful." As she looked about herself Sara took in the wonder of her surroundings. A hidden glade tucked away from prying eyes, hundreds of different wild flowers grew at the edges of the tree line, lush green grass rolled across the ground with wild animals feeding, ignorant of the new arrivals among them. In the distance a waterfall poured over a large cliff and flowed into a slow flowing river at the far side of the glade. The most outstanding feature was a small hut made of wood, stone, mud and straw near the middle of the glade. It looked as if it had stood for hundreds of years, untouched by the ravages of time, preserved by its own isolation. Sara suddenly felt very small and meek. "What is this place?" She asked softly, not wanting to disturb the serenity of the scene before her.

Mike rested his paws on her shoulders. "This Sara; is where it all began." He slowly walked Sara towards the hut and breathed deeply. Sara guessed it was a sense of relief.

"Where what began?" She asked softly.

"Tell me Sara, what do you know about the Arthurian Legends?" Mike asked.

Sara turned and looked at him suspiciously. "The Arthurian Legends? As in King Arthur and the Round Table?"

"The very same." Mike replied with a simple smile on his muzzle.

Sara paused for a moment while she gathered her thoughts. "Well, Arthur was the bastard son of King Uther who came to power after Uther died. He was raised in secret by a knight and the wizard Merlin. Arthur was betrayed by his sister Morgana Le Fey and she tricked him into sleeping with her. Their son was Mordred; who tried to seize the throne for himself and died during a battle with Arthur."

Mike smiled. "And what more of Merlin?"

Sara's look of suspicion turned to confusion. "What do you mean? He was supposedly a wizard or druid of considerable power who was Arthur's friend and mentor from an early age. It was even suggested he had a hand in Arthur's birth."

Mike folded his arms and looked straight into Sara's eyes. "I mean; what about after Arthur's death, what happened to him?"

Sara thought for a moment. "I'm not sure, there's very little written about him after Arthur's death."

"Well there are a few ideas about it; one was that after his dreams and hopes that he had placed in Arthur's hands were in ruin after Arthur died he vanished back into the woods and found his mother who he took with him to new lands, beyond the memories of those he left behind." The old bear spoke softly.

"Wasn't Merlin supposed to be the child of a mortal male and a nymph of some kind?" She asked curiously.

"Some say that." Mike said with a smile that suggested he knew more than he was letting on. "Whatever the truth is, there seems to be some truth in that tale here."

"How is that possible?" Sara gasped in disbelief.

Mike pointed to the hut. "In there are books that are unbelievably old; one of them is a diary that speaks of a great journey that was undertaken by two people of considerable power from far away. It tells of the death of a great king, and the tragedy that surrounded him. It also tells how they found this far away place and rather than let their dreams be trusted to the hands of others, they would always be together." Sara blinked several times as a stunned look crossed her face. "There is more Sara. To ensure that this happened, when their mortal bodies came close to the end of their time their spirits passed to others, letting their old bodies die but their spirits and love for each other continue on in the lives of others."

Sara sat down and collected her thoughts. "Are you asking me to believe that I am somehow spiritually connected to this place as Merlin's mother?" The words had no sooner left her mouth when everything started to fall into place. Sam, Merlin, Herself, and the Lady of the Lake; those things were all tied together and they had both made reference to each other as them in their time at the cabin.

"I'm not asking you to believe it Sara; that is your choice. The book is there for you to see whenever you wish and you can make your own mind up. You have to admit though; you have a similar story don't you?" The old bear said as he sat beside the raven haired wolfess.

"Perhaps Sam and I do share some similarities. What about you though; do you have any connections?"

The old bear laughed. "I do actually." Sara eyed him questioningly. "My full name is Michael Earl Linn; but in private my daughters used to call me Merlin."

"That's Sam's nick name." Sara said softly. "I see your connection by name, but Sam's nick name only came to him because his friends at school consider him to be a bit of a bright spark and quite talented at certain subjects."

"And what does Sam call you?" Mike said softly.

"He calls me an Angel, or on one or two occasions the Lady of the Lake." She said bashfully.

Mike's smile broadened. "I see why he would call you both Sara. He is truly lucky to have you."

Sara looked up at the old bear and smiled in return; there were so many questions forming in her mind, but she knew that in time she would have all the answers she wanted, both for herself and Sam; the hut seemed to be the point where she would find out everything in the future.

"So what else can you tell me?" Sara said as she stood up and looked down at the bear. "It'll be getting dark soon and I want to be able to tell or show Sam something."

Mike stood up and moved behind her before wrapping his arms around her and firmly cupped her breasts. "How about your bodily changes then?"

Sara let a sly grin cross her muzzle and she playfully looked over her shoulder at the old bear and leaned back into him. "I'm all ears Merlin." She said with a sultry purr.

* * *

Vicky groaned softly as Sam firmly squeezed and pulled on her nipples, the young wolfs touch lighting strong fires of lust within her. He leaned over her and bit gently but firmly on her shoulder. "Please Sam; you've kept this teasing up long enough. Just fuck me already!" She begged.

"No." Sam's response was flat and somewhat uncaring. She wanted him to take her for all she was worth, that he had no problem with; she just wanted it her way. Sam had no intentions of letter her rule over him. He had told Vicky only one female had that privilege and he intended to keep it that way for the time being.

He had teased the horny bear for at least ten minutes in the room he had occupied before he and his mother had become mates. Sam had quickly realised that Vicky had fewer buttons to push than his mother or Cara; every touch excited her in some way and it left him greatly unfulfilled; what good was it that she could get off on the slightest sexual advance he made? At least he knew he had to earn it with his mother and Cara. New things could be tried with them and he would learn by success or failure, but Vicky's sheer insatiable desire for finding any kind of satisfaction left him feeling somewhat hollow. Something inside him, told him that he would have had sex with her anyway, but there was no attachment to her. She seemed to him like a rite of passage, something that had to be done before he and his mother took residence. He just wondered if his mother would be receiving the same sort of treatment.

Vicky was crouched on Sam's former bed as he leaned over her, firmly but gently biting her neck and shoulder while he continued to amuse himself with her breasts. She was finding it hard to bare; Sam had gotten her down to her thong but insisted she keep it on. She didn't know what he was up to but she was enjoying his touch. Every firm caress made her moan a little louder and made her that little bit more wet.

Sam removed one of his paws from her breasts and pulled his jaws away from her shoulder as he sat back up and watched Vicky look back over her shoulder at him with pleading eyes. "You want me now?" Sam said with a softly endearing voice; Vicky nodded. "Then you can earn it. Cum before I screw you." He said mischievously as he pulled the back of her thong up hard, forcing the material between her wet folds.

Vicky let out a squeal of delight at the soft friction of her thong brushing over her sensitive flesh. Her hips bucked frantically, trying to push back onto Sam who still hadn't undressed. Sam raised an eye brow and wondered just how long it would take her with only this kind of stimulation; at the rate she was going at he imagined she'd only take another minute or so. He decided to speed things up by gently rubbing and patting her soft mound; the orgasmic squeal that followed along with the sudden flow of her own juices didn't disappoint. "Ok I did what you wanted, now fuck me!" Vicky growled lustfully.

Sam looked down to his jeans to see that Vicky had certainly cum hard, and far. His crotch was soaked and getting more uncomfortable as her juices seeped deeper into the heavy fabric. "Fine, just a minute." He said with a growl as he stood up and got out of his jeans.

"Hey, I am a person you know; I'm not just some bit of meat that just wants you to fuck me silly." Vicky retorted.

Sam looked back at her, and remembered how he had first felt about Cara. "I know," he said softly "but I'm never going to get to know you that well am I?" As much as he knew he liked Cara now, he knew the same couldn't be said of the beautiful bear in front of him. As attractive as she was Sam knew he would not get involved with her beyond that evening and saw no point in getting attached to her; if he came off as somewhat cold because if it he didn't mind, his affections were reserved for others.

Vicky was stunned. "How can you be so impassive?" She asked as she turned and sat up right. "Less than half an hour ago we were talking and laughing; now you're being like this? I don't get it."

Sam thought for a moment before answering. "You confused things."

"Excuse me?" Vicky said sharply.

"Everything was so clear before. Me, Mom, Cara and hopefully Tanya, then you turn up and just want to jump my bones for the hell of it." Sam said in a level voice. Vicky looked questioningly at him. "I know where my loyalty and relationships lie, I just don't know if you're breaking them apart." Sam grumbled.

Vicky nodded. "I see." She stood and approached Sam gently wrapping her arms around him. "I'm not here to break up your relationships or cause you any confusion. This is part of handing this place over to you and your Mom; but it doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy myself in the process."

Sam sighed and hugged Vicky in return. "Sorry, it's just my nature I guess."

"Well at least your body isn't confused." She giggled softly in his ear as her paw gently stroked his erect member. "Now come onto the bed with me and try to have some fun, ok?"

Sam snorted a half laugh at himself. "Sure why not."

Vicky walked him back to the bed and lay down, spreading her legs wide and pushing her thong to the side. Sam pulled off his t-shirt and left it on the floor with his other clothes then lay his paws either side of Vicky's torso as he gently rubbed his length along her soft slit.

Vicky smiled up at him and reached down between them and pressed his tip to her opening. "Take me wolf," she purred softly "show me you deserve this place." It was the second time she had issued a challenge, but this time it felt like the rules had changed. Now there was some kind of balance between them; Sam just hoped he didn't have to do this for every female in his life now.

"My pleasure." Was his response as he thrust deep into her; Vicky screamed in delight as his flesh buried deep inside her; her hips bucking back against him and her legs locked behind his keeping him where he was.

Vicky panted as Sam pushed all the way into her. "N... Never had a wolf before. You're quite different." She said raggedly, trying not to burst into excessive pleasure immediately.

"Different good or different bad?" Sam asked curiously.

"What do you think?" She growled softly and pulled him down to kiss him. As they kissed Sam gave a light shrug and tried not to laugh as he imagined an audience watching them. Maybe she was right about having some fun after all.

He gripped her thighs firmly and started making deep thrusts into her as she bucked wildly against him. She was well skilled in her motions, but after all she had said about things she had done, Sam found her to be unusually tight. He wondered if that was something else he would find out about in time.

* * *

Sara panted heavily and tossed her hair wildly as she pressed the bear's paws firmly against her breasts. "You certainly know what to do with those claws of yours."

Mike grinned and gently dug his claws back into Sara's large, soft breasts and dragged them to her nipples. "And you certainly know how to bring some life back into this old bear."

Giving a sultry smile down her muzzle at the old bear; Sara leaned down over his large frame and pushed his large paws to the side. "I think that life is still there, and you're going to show me more of it shortly." She purred huskily before standing up. The hut was now thick with the scent of arousal, as Sara took the brief interlude to look around a little more. Her t-shirt and bra had been cast off and thrown over the back of an old chair as Sara had opened herself up to Mike's advances. She thumbed through an old journal and gleamed little bits of information that sparked her interests. "So if Merlin, thee Merlin came here, did he bring any other friends in time?"

Mike sat up and removed his shirt, a slight grin on his muzzle as he did. "He did, in time. I believe you're looking at Morgana's journal there."

"Morgana Le Fey?" Sara barked, a little startled by the bear's response.

"Indeed. She was summoned by Merlin after he had hidden himself away. Depending on who you listen to, Morgana was Merlin's pupil up to the point when Arthur was born." Mike paused and sat on the chair next to an old lectern. "If you read that carefully, you'll see Morgana stopped by the isle of Avalon and reclaimed Arthur's body. She took him here and with Merlin and his mother's help, they restored Arthur."

"So what happened to Arthur?" Sara asked.

"Well there are a few books here that make reference to a place they created where the idea of Camelot could never be lost. Arthur realised the mistakes that had been made before and chose to right the wrongs. He knew his half sister Morgana wanted power that had been denied her in the past and so he offered her a place as his queen in the new Camelot." Mike paused to let his story sink in.

Sara closed the journal and returned to the bear, unbuttoning her jeans as she did, sliding them off her legs as she stood next to the lectern. "So did Arthur and Morgana..." She insinuated.

"Yes, they did; as did Merlin and his Mother. There were many daughters, but only two sons. And it was the sons who were tasked with going into the world to find those who could live up to the ideals of the new Camelot. They brought more families like ours that had suffered a great tragedy and sought comfort in a deeper more illicit family bond. However as new generations have come here, there have always been fewer males than females." Mike stopped and removed his boots and jeans as he watched Sara's actions.

Sara gently scratched behind the old bear's ear and smiled. "So this has been going on for a long time then?"

Mike nodded. "The grounds always get cared for by the resident family and when each member is ready, they move on to find the new Camelot. That's why there are so few of my family left here."

"So, you're not really leaving are you?" She asked inquisitively.

The old bear shook his head. "Not really, but I can't show you where I'm going or how to find it."

"Why not?"

Mike smiled. "Because it's something that happens to everyone in time; it'll happen to you eventually, and who knows. I might even see you there."

"Well show me if you're any good and when I get there I might come looking for you." Sara giggled softly and rubbed the old bears shoulder.

Mike stood up and picked a large opaque bottle from a shelf behind the lectern. "I think you might want to try a new sensation this evening my dear." He said in a low voice. Sara eyed the bottle as he opened it and poured a blue gel-like substance over his already hard and massive shaft; her eyes widened as her gaze shifted to his engorged penis; she covered her muzzle in feigned shock to play up the occasion.

"My, you are a big boy. No wonder you've had so many daughters." Sara said trying to stifle a squeal of delight. She couldn't remember ever taking a male of his size before, but she didn't deny she was looking forward to trying. "So tell me, how is this different?"

Mike finished pouring the thick liquid over his member and lifted Sara so that she was sitting on the top of the lectern. "Trust me Sara; it'll feel a little weird at first but you'll like it." Sara gave him a hungry stare as she parted her legs and gripped the hard wood of the lectern with both paws to steady herself. The old bear gave her a steely gaze as he gripped her hips and rubbed the tip of his slick penis over her already soaking slit. "For now you're mine understand? In this time and in this place you have no bond to your son; you are here to accept what I give you and in the spirit in which it is given. Do you agree to this?"

Sara nodded, She cast her thoughts of Sam to the back of her mind; he would give her all she needed once this deed was done. "Take me and share the secrets of this place with me."

The old bear thrust forward; his age betrayed a keen strength and virility Sara had not fully expected. She felt as if she were now about to be mated by a male forty years younger than she was now allowing into her body. As he moved, he teasingly stroked at her thighs and stomach which made her twitch and buck back at his groin movements. Sara moaned softly and moved her feet over the old bear's shoulders, her legs locking either side of his neck as he made long and deep thrusts into her.

For a few short minutes Sara felt no different and wondered what the blue gel the old bear had used was for. She had thought of it as little more than some kind of ritual fluid at first, but then slowly she became aware of something else happening inside her body. Slowly each already pleasurable thrust the bear made, excited her more; she felt more sensitive and aware of what was happening over her body than before. She howled in ecstasy as the bear's thrusts became harder and deeper; her claws digging deep into the wood of the lectern as he applied more pressure to her body. "Shit!... What did you do to me Mike?" Sara squealed in delight.

The old bear lifted one of her legs from the side of his head to meet the other then squeezed her thighs tightly together as he rolled his groin against hers. "It's a very special aphrodisiac. It acts as both a stimulant and a contraceptive, but it also lets you do something else." Mike growled lustfully. Sara tried to think about what he meant but the sensations were becoming too much; she just wanted more.

Sara released the edges of the lectern's platform and reached further down, digging her claws into the sides of the wooden structure and raking them up, splintering wood and shredding the outer casing. Her breathing had become raspy as the new sensations over took her body and her mind enjoyed the depths of depravity she was allowing herself to reach.

Without warning the bear pulled her arms close to her body and rolled her rapidly onto her chest; the firm brushing of the harsh wood on her nipples made her whimper softly between moans of desire. She felt a heavy paw come to rest on her shoulder and pull her back onto his shaft as her hair was gathered and firmly tugged back to get her attention. "How deep do you want this Sara?" The old bear growled.

Sara could feel her tail beating against his chest as he pushed in again and again, his tip firmly bashing her natural ending with timed regularity. "As deep as you can go." She snarled back in lust.

Mike smiled; he had not been disappointed by her answer. He released her hair and gripped her other shoulder, then he forced her back against him as hard as possible. Sara growled through clenched teeth as she felt his tip press tight against her cervix then gasped as she felt her barrier gradually give way. A moment later Sara felt a highly unusual sensation; for the first time in almost sixteen years, she had something in her womb. As Mike pushed in, he eased his grip on the female's shoulders and whispered in her ear. "I told you it might feel a little weird at first, but once you've tried it once, you'll want it again."

Sara looked over her shoulder and hid a look of disappointment that it wasn't Sam who was the first to do this strange act to her. "Don't stop." She purred still hiding her disappointment. "Let me feel it all!" Mike smiled and began thrusting again, his tip and only a few inches breaking through her womb with each thrust as she remained bent over the wooden lectern. Without warning Sara suddenly felt a cold finger probing at her anus; she smiled and bucked back harder. She let a dark thought pass through her mind of how she wouldn't mind three well endowed males ravishing her every hole there and then, just too completely use her body without remorse. As the bear's finger slipped in, she realised the thought was worthless, the bear's fingers were almost as thick as his member and in a few short seconds, she knew he would shove another one inside her tail hole for his own satisfaction as well as hers.

Sara curled her toes tightly, her claws digging into the soft earth of the hut's floor as she let the old bear use her body. Part of her wanted to feel sick but the heightened sense of feeling she now had numbed her nausea. The bear leant over her prone form and gently bit at her neck, his thrusts continuing unabated as he continued to finger her back passage.

After several long minutes of the old bear's frantic love making; Sara felt the lectern tip underneath her, but the bear refused to stop. She found herself on the tips of her toes as Mike gripped her waist and continued to fill her moist tunnel with his massive member. Sara reached down and gripped her ankles for extra support, her tail still beating off of Mike's chest as he relentlessly took the she wolf from behind. "You certainly are limber." He panted heavily as he firmly squeezed Sara's backside.

Sara grinned to herself; she still had tricks she could use on this old bear and her son, but she knew now was not the time. She could almost feel the older bear starting to tire; inwardly she was relieved, soon she could return to her son and mend the fractures in their relationship and let this loveless affair sink into memory.

With gentle force, Sara quickly found herself on her knees as the old bear loomed over her, bucking with all he had to give. Sara knew she was close to finishing herself, but part of her didn't want to let him have the satisfaction of making her cum. She knew it was useless to resist though; a strong tingle in her nether regions caused by the blue gel the old bear had used on them kept her senses on a knives edge.

Deep shallow grunts were the only warning Sara had as Mike gripped her wrists and pulled her back hard against him as a flood of his seed filled her womb. Such a direct feeling was too much for Sara to handle and a few heartbeats later she felt her inner walls flutter and spasm around the old bear's member, milking him for all he was worth. After a minute of strong tension the old bear relented and released Sara from his grasp, letting her fall forward gently. Sara panted and gradually pulled herself forward, feeling the ridge of the bear's penis slip back out of her cervix and slowly out of her slit. She masked a sigh of relief; her part in this was now over.

Mike sat back against a supporting post in the hut and patted the ground next to him, indication he wanted Sara to join him. She tried to find strength in her legs but instead just crawled to where he was and rested against the wall behind her. "It is done Sara." He said softly. "We have fulfilled our side of things here, when you and Sam next return here, this place will truly be yours."

Sara smiled and gently patted the old bear's arm. "I'm glad; it was certainly not the business transition I had expected." She giggled.

Mike laughed heartily. "No, but it was certainly enjoyable, wouldn't you agree?"

Sara murred softly to herself as she rubbed her stomach. "There is no denying that it was fun. But what do I tell Sam when I go back to him?"

The old bear turned to look at the white wolfess and smiled. "Tell him what you need to Sara, don't hold back anything you think he needs to hear."

She nodded and rubbed lightly between her legs and looked at the mess she was in. "What do I do when I go back to him like this?"

Mike shook his head and gently rubbed her back. "You're not going back in this state Sara. Come back to the base hut and get cleaned up. You'll find that gel I used on you helps a little."

"How so?" Sara asked inquisitively.

"In the next hour there won't be any trace of what we just did. You might even find you have regained some tightness. The gel works as a perfect lubricant, but it also helps strengthen the muscles it seeps into."

Sara blinked in astonishment. "I'll take your word for it." She paused. "I take it you and your daughters have plenty of experience with it?" The old bear just smiled and nodded. "So could Sam and I..."

Mike patted her shoulder "If you so wish to make love to your son when you return to him, yes you can. Like I said, there will be no trace of what we did soon, and you might be in a better condition for him." He quipped and chuckled to himself. Sara nudged him and screwed her face up at him in a humoured but agitated stare. They both laughed off the joke and picked themselves up from the dirt of the hut's floor, lightly brushing themselves off as they did. Mike suddenly looked thoughtful. "Before we go Sara, I think you might want some of these." He said as he reached for a small herb box.

"What is it?" She asked curiously.

"Not it Sara. What are they?" He said cryptically as he opened the box to reveal several small balls made of crushed herbs.

Sara stared at them for a moment, unsure what to do with them. "Indeed. So what are they?"

"They are special concoction of herbs that grow around this area. When they get crushed and mixed with water into a paste, then dried out, they make a very special herbal remedy." Mike said joyfully. Sara raised an eyebrow and gestured for the old bear to continue. "They slow and then stop the growth of your breasts Sara."

Sara's eyes went wide. "Really? So I could stop them growing when I wanted to?"

Mike nodded. "You can only take one a day, but three of them is more than enough to halt any more growth at your stage. One now will start the process, then take the others within a week of each other and your breasts will cease to get any larger."

The old bear handed Sara the box and she smiled in acceptance of the gift. "I think I'll confer with my mate before I stop anything from growing." She said with a sultry purr in her voice before gently brushing one of her paws over her breast.

"Shall we go? I think there's a young wolf waiting for you at your cabin." Mike said softly as he guided Sara out of the hut. "This place will always be here for you to return to."

"I was guided here with my eyes shut remember." Sara giggled. "Sure I'll find it?"

"A resident here can always find it if they are truly looking for it." The old bear said with a smile as he gathered their clothes.

* * *

"Harder damn it... HARDER!" Vicky begged; Sam did his best to oblige. His swollen knot making sucking and popping sounds as he repeatedly thrust in and out of the female bear beneath him. He had begun to wonder if this female ever would know true satisfaction; part of him just wanted to give up and call the deed done. Still, another part of him forced him on, seemingly unhappy until he had satisfied both the female in his paws and himself.

"I'm doing it as hard as I can!" Sam growled.

"Keep going, I'm almost there!" Vicky panted in retort.

Sam had heard that before and now he was exhausted; they had moved from his former bedroom to the stairs only a few minutes ago, but the constant and heavy pace the insatiable bear was holding on him was sapping his strength. Sam had tried everything he could think of; different positions, trying to penetrate her at different angles, different depths and speed. All of it excited the female but none of it seemed to bring her close to a finish. "Damn it Vicky, can't you cum?" Sam whined quietly.

"Be rough with me sugar, do something different." She moaned. Sam was beginning to lose patients and with his temper beginning to boil he reached further up her body, passing her breasts and gripping her throat firmly. A sharp gasp from Vicky let him know he had her full attention.

"This different enough?" He growled deeply as he squeezed at her throat. A lust filled smile crossed the female bear's muzzle. Her tongue began to slip from her mouth as her eyes rolled back, the moment finally gripping her. Sam realised that this was what she had wanted all along but hadn't said anything.

With a soft croak Vicky spoke. "Just a bit... more... you can... do it." Sam understood but couldn't help feel that he was somehow wrong doing what he was doing. Vicky was now gasping for air but still she urged him on; his knot continued to force its way in and out of her now well used slit as he tried to speed up. She squealed hoarsely as the more the young wolf choked her, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

Sam rolled her onto her front, listening keenly to her breathing as he took her roughly from behind. Vicky made raspy breaths through Sam's choke hold on her; she continued to buck back at him, revelling in the sensations he was letting her experience. Things were starting to become hazy for her; there was nothing she could focus on other than the constant feeling of being penetrated.

Sam began to notice things were changing quickly; Vicky's breathing had become short, shallow and ragged, her movements were becoming more erratic and uncontrolled. He wondered if enough was enough.

His answer came sooner than he had hoped. Vicky began to convulse and lose control of her body; Sam panicked and released her from his grip, still she shuddered and shook with his member buried inside her. In a moment of uncertainty, Sam rolled Vicky onto her back and locked his muzzle to hers; he began forcibly breathing for her for several seconds. Nothing happened.

A moment later Vicky sat up with a startled expression on her face and gasping for air as she pushed the young wolf back. As the air rushed into her lungs her body reacted to the sudden change of stimulus; for one long drawn out moment, Sam felt the female bear's inner walls clamp down harder than anything he had felt before. It was like being crushed in a slippery vice; Sam didn't know what else to do as he grabbed the female and held her against him as he unloaded himself inside her. They bucked and jerked against each other for several minutes; Sam panting from exhaustion, Vicky gasping for breath.

As time passed they regained control of themselves and slowly separated from each other. Sam feeling weary from this new experience; staggered down stairs and slumped onto the sofa; a few minutes later Vicky joined him. "Thanks sugar. That was what I was waiting for." She purred. Sam just looked at her dumbfounded at her statement; he wanted to argue and shout about what he had done and how it had affected her, but he was in no mood and had no energy left to fight with her about it. "I know you think I'm weird Sam, but since I found out that I was leaving this place, I've gone out of my way to try and experience as many different sexual situations as possible. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable when you did what I needed you to." Vicky said softly.

Sam took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh. "I wish you had just said that was what you wanted in the first place."

Vicky softly kissed his forehead and gently rubbed his slowly reseeding cock. "Now where would the fun have been in that sugar?" She said with a playful wink before heading to the bathroom.

Sam rolled over and watched Vicky walk away with a very satisfied sway in her hips, but he noticed something he hadn't seen before trickling down her leg from her slit. "Vicky." He said curiously, getting her attention as she neared the bathroom door. "What's that blue stuff on your leg?"

Vicky gave a coy smile as she wiped some of the blue liquid onto her fingers then licked them clean, her actions toying with the young wolf's mind. "Ask your Mom when she gets back. I'm sure she knows by now." She said with a husky purr.

* * *

The early evening air rushed through the trees as Sara approached the cabin. Mike had been kind enough to drive her back most of the way when they had passed Vicky returning on the same dirt track. It was shortly after, that Sara had insisted on walking the rest of the way back; she was grateful for all Mike had done for her, but she had told him, she needed the air to clear her head before she confronted Sam again. The old bear hadn't argued, he seemed to understand how she felt as if he had been in the same position himself years before.

The wild scent of flowers and pine needles filled her senses and made her feel centred again. The events of the morning with Andrew seemed so distant now that she could barely remember his face, only the look of defeat he had given her as he was dragged away by the police.

As the track widened into the cabin grounds Sara wandered over to the cliff edge and looked out over the lake and forest below. She smiled as she recalled the morning Sam her been daring enough to grope and caress her body; the day they had spent by the lake side when she had let him try anal sex for the first time. Looking back to the cabin she felt her heart flutter as she remembered dancing for him before they made love the first time. She cast her gaze outward from the mountains and giggled to herself as the memory of how they had dressed up for a meal and ended up making love in an alley flooded back to her. A quick glance to Sam's former bedroom filled her with warmth as she recalled those first few nights when she had boldly made her advances on her son. She turned back to face the lake and all the troubles she had been through seemed to drain away from her; she had been tested by this place and in her eyes she had passed all that had been thrown at her. Now she just needed to be sure the same was sure of Sam. "This place is mine now." She whispered under her breath before turning back to the cabin one last time. "I need you with me Sam." She purred huskily to herself as she began to stride to the front door of the cabin.

Sam's head jerked up as his mother entered the cabin for the first time in several hours. "Mom." He said sheepishly; not quite able to meet her gaze. Sara watched him and a sympathetic smile crossed her muzzle as she quietly closed the door. Sam stood up slowly but found himself unable to move or raise his head; he felt as if some guilt had taken hold of him since Vicky had left, but he still wasn't sure how to get it off his chest.

Slow and dull thuds reached Sam's ears as Sara cautiously approached her son; she rubbed her paws nervously as she began to speak. "Hi sweetie." She paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts. "I think... I think we need to have a talk."

Sam raised his head, his eyes begging for forgiveness even before he began to speak. "Mom I'm sorry I..." Was all he managed to say before his mother gently placed a finger over the end of his muzzle. Sam's eye's finally made contact with his mother's; her soft gaze seemed more forgiving than he had expected.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything Sam." She said softly.

Sam seemed determined to explain himself for a moment. "But Mom, I've done something you really..." He was cut off again as his mother gently closed her fingers over his muzzle.

"No Sam. You don't have to explain anything to me." She said as she stepped forward and lovingly wrapped her arms around her son. "We both did things we aren't proud of today Sam. Let's just draw a line and let things lie beneath it sweetie; we need to move on."

Sam wrapped his arms around his mother as he softly nuzzled her neck. "Is it just us from now on?" He asked hopefully.

Sara smiled and lightly scratched the back of his neck. "Just you and me sweetie. We have Cara as well remember."

Sam nodded. "Will we have Tanya too?"

Sara kissed her son's forehead then softly rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs. "I have no doubt of it." There was a brief moment of silence between them before they gripped each other passionately and kissed like lovers again. Long moments passed as they found themselves falling in love with each other all over again; they slowly parted from each other and Sara guided Sam to the couch. She smiled lovingly at Sam and he returned the smile in earnest, her presence calming him beyond measure; he had so much to say and yet he couldn't find the words. He didn't need to as his mother's silky voice began to fill his ears. "Sam I have so much to tell you about this place, some of it seems normal and the rest seems impossible. You have to listen though, it's all important." Sam nodded and gently stroked the back of his mother's paws. Sara let a playful smile cross her muzzle. "Now listen carefully sweetie; because once I'm finished I want you to be mine again."

Sam grinned and lightly scratched down her thighs. "I love you Mom."

Sara cupped his cheek and kissed him tenderly. "I love you too sweetie. Now, let's get this over with shall we?" Sam nodded.

Several hours passed as Sara explained the history of the site to Sam, the roles they had to play and the lives they could look forward to. Everything was returning to how he wanted it, he had all he needed now and the future was now looking more promising.

To be continued...