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Bernie still struggled to force the old logic and cynicism in her mind and to accept everything wonderful she had experienced. That she suddenly had an indeterminate amount of years ahead of her, rather than weeks or maybe a couple of months. That she wasn't going to form an emotional crater in her family's lives, or that of Liam, with her passing. That she now could spend more time with the man of whom she had loved dearly for years but struggled to get the words out until just now, thanks to what could only be described as euphoria. And that she was now an over ten foot tall and roughly one metric ton werebear that regenerated wounds in seconds, was stronger than even a creature of her size and brawn should be and she had a firm enough ego to say that, as cryptids go, she was pretty hot.

Of all the outlandish aspects that she represented, all these magnificent details, they were all trumped by something far more important as Bernie stopped studying the pictures of herself and looked at Liam, who continued holding the camera for her. He was what mattered most. It was the revelation she long decided upon when she knew her days were numbered, and the very reason she took the risk in them visiting the barrow. After the craziness of the last few days, it still held true.

The fateful trip was supposed to be her final gift for him, yet she gained the most. Bernie internally joked that, sure, he was getting some benefit from her death being taken off the itinerary, and yes she fondly remembered helping him through the roughest patch of his life when his father disowned him, but suddenly, Bernie felt selfish. She needed to give him something. And that need gave her courage. Words she wanted to say for a long time.

“Liam? Could you... put my camera away for now, please? And put the PC to sleep.”

He nodded to her, unplugged and powered down the device and placed it back in its drawer and clicked away to put the computer in standby. “I guess it is getting pretty late too. I should probably go settle down on the sofa and let you get some sleep too.” Liam walked around her seated form, but as he approached the door, he chuckled. “Uh, could you scooch over a bit? Your arm's in the way of the door.”

“Huh? Oh! Um...” She almost did as requested. She then pursed her lips and shifted even more in front of the door, to his confusion, though his deepening smile assumed this was just her playing. This was anything but. “Liam... would you stay with me tonight?”

She could almost hear static emitting from his brain. Or maybe it was the message whistling past his head like a gust of wind. He blinked and asked, “like... you want me to sleep on the floor, or...?”

Bernie burst into laughter. “No, you dunce... wow. God, now I know why I've been given this second lease on life. To make sure your two remaining braincells don't eat each other.” She stifled her snickering and stared him in the eyes. “Sorry. Just teasing. But no. Not the floor. I'd... say the bed, but well.” Bernie gestured to herself. “I... want to...”

The courage had run dry again, but she had a new tool. Her physical presence gave her a sense of power all by itself. So she let her heart lead the way as she wrapped her hands around Liam's waist, lifted him as easily as a doll, and kissed him long and hard.

Liam had froze from the second she grabbed him, and remained bolt rigid at being lifted, but the kiss warmed him through. He put the pressure back, and even let his tongue push through her lips. The big, sharp teeth beyond made him hesitate again, at least until, spurred by his own actions, Bernie's tongue pushed back. Not realising how long and thick it was, she almost jammed it down his throat. Liam's muffled, panicked and straining utterances made her pull back, and he coughed and spluttered.

Bernie tried not to laugh as Liam tried to suppress coughing. She asked, “oops! Uh, you good?”

Liam took a few moments before replying, “y-yeah... that was a bit much.”

“Sorry. There's still a lot to get used to with this body. I've just gotta work it out. I... I have to. B-because I need you. Tonight.”

Liam wiped his lips as he absorbed what she just said. “Oh.”

“You're acting like we haven't fooled around before.”

He looked at the sheer size of the hands holding him, able to surround his body, then at the corded muscles in Bernie's forearms and the way her biceps gave texture to the sea of ambient-illuminated fur. “Sure... about two years, five extra feet of height and... like, what's a ton in stones and pounds?”

Bernie's eyes flicked aside for a split second, her brain sparking and getting distracted. “Well, a ton's two thousand, two hundred pounds, so a hundred and forty two stone. I feel like I'm a bit more than that, but until we can find a cargo scale, that'll remain a mystery. Congratulations, Liam, you're about to become the world's most extreme chubby-chaser!” She pulled him in and against her belly.

“Not to mention strongest woman in the world,” Liam added, muffled with a mouthful of her fur and pudge. “Tallest. Heaviest. Hairiest. There's a lot of checkboxes of fetishes here already. But like I was saying, it's been a while since we tried this.”

“Well, I'm pretty sure if we kept trying back, I'd be all bony and feeble.” She snorted out her nose, a feral rumble on her throat. “Shit, you'd probably have snapped me like a twig.”

“Enough.” Liam patted her hands. “Enough with the old depressing shit. We need a fresh start for a whole new you.”

“That's a good idea,” Bernie replied and gently set Liam down. “I guess now we've got the whole figuring out how this all works,” she said, gesturing between the two of them. “You know... logistically.”

Liam laughed. “One of the least sexy words to describe having fun together. I guess unless you're a couple of truckers who don't know their arseholes from their elbows.”

“You absolute twat,” Bernie cackled. “You know exactly what I mean: I'm huge and you're gonna have to get creative.”

Liam folded his arms, defiant. “I mean, you could go human if you're that worried I can't stack up.”

“Nah. Human's so old-fashioned. All that... not fur? Not to mention no tits, or ass, or-”

“Oi,” Liam chimed and held up his hand to stop her. “What did we just say about the old, depressing crap? I get you preferring the 'new you,' and I'm happy to welcome it too, but for the record, you looked great back then. You've always been beautiful, no matter what your illness did to you. Now you're just a bit more exotic, but it's still you. The girl I fell in love with. That's what matters. You always mattered, and you matter more and more every damn second I know you.”

Bernie looked primed to argue, but the words began to sink in. The attraction melding with the memories in pure emotional chemistry. The cynicism she had developed about herself, as well as the acceptance of the end, still held strong. You can't just 'forget' that sort of mental preparation. The transformation had put a hole in that part of her, and Liam was doing a damn good job peeling away the broken defences. She felt vulnerable, but in a good way. Less rigid. Able to let him in again. The wall fell as her heart ached, but something deeper also flooded her blood. Something physical. A want. A need.

Liam watched her expression shift as she processed her feelings. The bear muzzle made it difficult to read her, but it was when her eyes opened that any ambiguity was lost. A deep, penetrating stare, paired with a long, unsteady exhale. Words weren't needed any more. He watched her arms spread wide and, for a moment, he thought Bernie was going to grab him again, but it was his invitation. Her tremendous strength, size, presence, will and intellect were his to take rather than for her to impose upon him. And it was an invitation he gladly accepted as he all but fell into her and wrapped his arms around her neck.

Bernie sighed, contented, as she felt his body against hers and held Liam firm. How small and delicate he seemed, yet the sensation was unlike anything she had felt since that time, years back, that they lost their virginity together. The lone gap that had been in her life since the diagnosis, and the life that was put on hold not long after came back in a flash of lightning. And so came the thunder.

No matter how much she had changed, the little lovestruck girl within the huge form sang to Liam like nothing else. There were no more reservations. He craned his head up to kiss her and she reacted back, lowering her muzzle just as he pressed his lips on hers. She held him firm as his hands ran across her cheeks, the sides of her head, even her cute little round ears which twitched at his touch. Bernie shifted her grip, a small movement to help make him comfortable, but Liam realised more and more just how much they would need to be careful.

Logistics. It wormed its way into Liam's head again as he realised he had likely bit off more than he could chew. Bernie's arms encircled his back and her fingers traced his body, and even through his clothes he could feel the sharp claws, and the rough pads. Just the size of her kept making him hesitate. The way he was resting against her low, reclined position, his feet still touching the ground, and yet he only barely stood taller than her. But Liam was a fighter, and if Bernie was too much to chew upon, he would make damn sure to leave some teeth-marks.

His fingertips traced lower, down her plush neck. Liam felt the twitch of the strength beneath the fur, but it eased in a moment as she let him explore her body with a small rumble in her throat, the prologue to a moan, of something more even as they continued to kiss. More he would give her as his trailing digits soon found their way to the astonishing mounds upon her chest.

Liam had to break the kiss to look as he tackled her tits the second time that night. Bernie likewise let her gaze follow his, and they both shared the same thought as she said, “just couldn't stay away, eh?”

“Guilty as charged,” Liam replied. He stopped merely feeling her furred, decadent breasts and realised to truly explore them, he would need to focus on one. He ran his palms over their surface, with his fingers combing through the dense, shaggy fluff. This time when his fingers traced her thick, stiff nipple, he decided to get more intimate. He leaned in, brushed away most of the fur away from the dark, heavy nub, and wrapped his lips around it, licking and suckling as he kneaded and squeezed around the sumptuous breast. The taste of her skin, the warmth, the way Bernie moaned at his touch.

Bernie shuddered and bit her lip. Her breathing became unsteady. It felt amazing, but to her, the way he was dedicating himself to her, showing his adoration, sparked alight more and more of her old sense of self. The feel of being desired, of being seen as a woman again. One hand remained on his shoulder, helping to keep him stable as he pressed against her, but her other slowly stroked over her side, her hip and across until, with a longer moan, her fingers caressed her inner thigh.

He stopped sucking for a moment. “Amazing. Just like the rest of you. I'm surprised you didn't explore them already.”

The compliment struck her heart like a gong. It resonated through her and made her breath stall as a heat pulsed in her veins. “I did a little feeling, back in the hospital, but... I dunno, I never really thought of myself as sexy. It was all too new, too... sudden. I love this body now, so I get it, but I wanted to hear you say that.”

Liam smirked at her and let her breast bounce down to its natural position. In defiance to their size and weight they barely sagged. Some of it had to be the muscle underneath, offering a rock-hard backing, but they were just exquisitely teardrop shaped. Like the perfect pair, just ultra-sized. And delightfully soft.

“I'll say this much,” he added and leaned low, pressing his cheek against them. “They're fucking lovely. I wanna bury my head between them and never come back out.”

Bernie smiled back and licked her lips as a tingle ran through her. The way he revered her amplifying her growing arousal. Her finger-pads found their way to the outer edges of her feminine lips, teasing herself over their flirting words and earning a spark up her spine with each stroke, but she wanted him to be the one who felt her that way. She stopped for now and whispered, “then why don't you?”

“Because there's so much more to touch.” Liam reluctantly stopped copping a feel, and instead realised just how curious he was about her midriff. Bernie's limbs were stocky and visibly muscular, but her stomach had a gentle, sloping roundness. Her torso was bigger than a human of her height, so while the amount of ursine fat was immense, it was a smooth, single flowing curve. Appealing and fitting for her form rather than unseemly folds and sudden bulges. It was as soft as her breasts, but one unified whole. He Liam gave it an experimental pinch, getting a full fistful of her belly, and Bernie giggled.

“You know,” she said, also grabbing and jiggling her gut. “I never imagined I'd ever be fat.”

“It's hard to call you fat,” Liam said, kneeling down and rubbing her rounded stomach. Rounded, yes, but her silhouette still had a flaring at her hips, though not enough to justify calling her 'hourglass' shaped, even if the curves above and below still leaned hard in that direction. “I mean, bears are naturally chunky, right? Plus you wear it well. Like, really well.”

Bernie hadn't really focused on her gut, but as she tried to take a look, as well as having to pull apart her breasts for a better look, they both found themselves gasp as she leaned up. As she did, her belly lifted by itself as her core flexed. It was obvious that, despite the bear blubber, underneath was more of her raw power. A table-sized wall of abdominal muscles probably as big as a dinner plate each. It reminded Liam of the core of a power lifter. Not sculpted and chisled like the cut and shredded posers on a stage rather than practical. The people who lifted for strength. The prominent gut likely resting on a bed of muscle stronger than Liam's entire body.

The fact Bernie was a combination of unnatural size and strength was getting more and more exciting in how new and wild it all seemed. Liam patted her belly with both hands then stroked, and Bernie relaxed again and sighed, deep and throaty. Any cooling of her rising heat swiftly recovered, and she could feel the wetness between her legs escalate.

“I didn't expect that to feel this nice,” Bernie whispered, “but... I guess all beasts love a good belly rub, eh?”

“If you like that, you'll love this,” Liam said. He ran his digits over the little overhang of her gut, then smoothly down her hips, then lower still. To her enormously plush yet powerful thighs, each as wide around as his torso.

Bernie cooed as Liam's hands danced closer to full intimacy. A part of her always knew this was going to happen, yet the teasing stoked her anticipation anyway. This was not only an exploration of her new form. The fuel of her life that had been slowly building from all the strife and drama the last few years had been filled beyond all measure, and now she wanted to ride the inferno. An excess beyond all excesses and make up for lost time. So she contributed.

Liam almost yelped as Bernie crossed her legs behind him and pulled, hooking and dragging him down on top of her. He gripped her body fur for support, though she didn't seem to flinch until Liam's leg brushed the fur around her crotch.

Bernie could hold back the sultry, slow and almost strained exhale. “Whoops! You're so clumsy,” she tittered.

Liam relaxed his grip and frowned at her, though the crook at the ends of his mouth showed anything but annoyance. “Yeah, I'll bet.” He got his revenge, slipping his hands down and firmly pressing them against Bernie's inner thighs and barely stopped before reaching her nethers. Her tremble and grunt told him all he needed to know, but he also caught a glancing scent on the air. Subtly earthy, musky. He gave Bernie a long stare as he reached lower, and felt a warmth wash over his hands as he stroked deeper and deeper across the innermost of her thighs.

Bernie trembled, though he couldn't tell out of anticipation or nerves, but she held his gaze and breathed through her mouth in heavier pulls. Worry was evident, but she made no moves to stop him as Liam finally felt the source of the warmth. A wetness matting the fur before it gave way to slick, wet and tender skin. She needed this so bad.

“Haah!” Bernie moaned and she shuddered. Her muscles uniformly flinched, causing a ripple of powerful motion and the aftershock of her pleasant plumpness and curves jiggled. The floor groaned, and both she and Liam froze as he also moved his arms back.

“That good, huh?” Liam chuckled.

Bernie squirmed, but couldn't help but notice how much her fidgeting made Liam bounce and shake about. She winced but held him firm. “I just realised I'm gonna have to be pretty dead-fish through all this, ain't I?”

“I guess we could... try this both as humans?”

She seemed to consider the option for about a half-second. “No way. Already told you, this is who I want to be. We're just gonna have to be careful. Now...” Bernie rested against the wall again, keeping her arms braced against the floor, and spread her legs.

Liam needed no prompting. He once more sought the prize beneath him, fingertips sliding against the soft skin covered in her warm, slick juices and forcing another aroused gasp from Bernie. Like everything they had been doing together, this was just another form of exploration, and Liam wanted her to enjoy every moment. He ran his fingertip from top to bottom. Every delicate, teasing inch of her labia. He remembered feeling her before, during that precious night years ago, at how tiny and delicate she was in all ways, and almost laughed at how many inches there were to her pussy's opening in the here and now.

He caught a nagging thought of whether he was up to the task tried to explain how making love to a ten foot behemoth. Of inadequacy, or how an errant movement from her could lead to him being crushed. Or how too much noise could expose Bernie's new form to her parents. He then told his inner thoughts to go fuck themselves and crossed the threshold. All or fucking nothing. He was taking back the love of his life and going to drive her to bliss, one way or another.

The only thing he needed was to know exactly what he was dealing with, so he started by probing with his fingers into the lips of her pussy. She loosed a long moan that was tinged with a bearlike rumble, coaxing him deeper. His whole hand disappeared into the deep, warm and decadently wet inner flower of his lover and he began to explore.

Her womanhood was predictably spacious, so he continued, deeper and deeper, up to his forearm to the choir of her impassioned song of shivering and slow, panting breaths. The welcoming warmth covered his hand as he traced the inner walls for his own amusement, let alone the little spasms Bernie was yielding. All that power and strength dancing at his lightest touch. The big girl could take more, he just knew it, and he wanted to see how far he could go.

Liam unbuckled his trousers with one hand and slipped them off, then hooked Bernie's leg with his wrist to keep himself steady. He then pushed deeper inside of her with his other arm and felt the resistance as she clenched around it. There it was. The hot, quivering depths of her spacious inner tunnel, fingers tickling the sides, caressing and pressing every inch as she continued to wriggle and pant.

Bravado took hold as he suddenly clenched his hand into a fist and pulled back out until most of the way out, the sound of slick, wet squelching and squishing filling his ears. But the absence sent an almost desperate stammer to her breathing. Far be it for Liam to let her down as he pushed his arm back inside. Then out. And in. Her body shook twice over, both from the depth of her rumbling voice that he could feel in his chest, and the continued twitching and shuddering of all that power in her form at his mercy.

But it wasn't just the physical. It was the little moments where her eyes locked onto his, lidded, serene and intense in short bursts. The fact they were together. The fact they loved one another so much more than anything else in the world.

He knew it. At that moment, he knew he could please her. This was destiny. This was passion, love and lust. Bernie groaned, louder than she intended and somewhere between a listless cuss and a rumbling growl, but Liam knew it was just the beginning. This was as new to her reborn self, no doubt she was experiencing things she had never felt before.

Liam kept the pumping of his arm in a steady pace, growing used to her form and stoking her fire as long as he could, but the preamble was over. He slipped his cock out of his pants, already firm and growing. Liam shifted over, moving his free-arm's support from Bernie's immense thigh up to her hip, and pressed his dick against his already plunging wrist, almost using it as a guide. He nudged against her soaked pussy-lips and made the switch, and began making love to her in earnest.

Her claws raked against the carpet, ripping strips of fabric and even the underlying wood. The door shuddered as she accidentally elbowed it, causing a small crack. He felt his pride soar as his cock twitched at watching her eyes roll back and a big, dumb smile crossed her muzzle as the volume of her moans and gasps rose. Caution be damned. It was growing too fierce, too intense to stop now.

His hand already made her vibrate, but now she shook, and he only grew bolder as he fell into a rhythm that tested his physique. All his strength had to amount to something, and he would waste himself to achieve it. His answer came as Bernie's arms snapped up, smothered around his back and she pulled him against her as tight as she dared.

There was no way to indulge in kissing and nibbling of lips, tongues, cheeks and necks. She was far too big. Instead Liam was treated to a full smothering of her tits around his head, their mass resting heavy on his shoulders and his front pressed against the soft bed of her pudgy belly. This was more than enough to work, but he let his already drenched arm now stroke around her clitoral hood as he started to finally make love to her, the precious nub hard and ready to tease.

While his cock lacked the size of his forearm and fist, he had a lot of room to play with, no chance to hurt her and some fun to be had. He didn't just thrust into her, but dragged his hips up and down her, using every muscle he had. He could throw his whole weight into this! It was freedom the likes he'd never felt before. The lack of tightness was replaced with just knowing that he was fucking a werebear who happened to be a long-time soulmate and now lover. Bernie definitely topped of his list of cryptids. Ironclad at number one, as if there were any doubt. An adventure in intimacy.

The way she hugged him only amplified the moment. He kept his thrusts in time with her smooth, excited breaths that heaved her chest in a slow, deep rhythm, lifting and dropping him at the same pace. Her arms were also squishing her massive tits around his head, and they wobbled in a steady quake against his temples. Just softness, warmth, sexuality, wetness, pants, groans. He could smell the faint scent of shampoo and deodorant with his face buried in her chest, but the musk of her sex, the pungency of it all still heightened his own arousal. The light was obscured, but everything he could see was just the vast expanse of translucent fluff. Every sense flooded with everything that was Bernie. Intoxicating. Nothing short of perfection.

Liam was so overwhelmed by it all he was caught off guard when Bernie pulled him even tighter, smothering him to the point he almost couldn't breathe for a panicked moment. She hummed loudly through a closed mouth and shook so fiercely it had to be like an earthquake, if Liam had ever felt one. Her long, stifled cry of bliss relaxed to a low, shuddering sigh that he felt deep into his chest as a gush of hot wetness flowed from her crotch and over his nuts. She began to relax and he blinked, confused, and lifted his head from the vast canyon of her cleavage and saw her lidded-eyed, panting and smiling expression.

“F- fuck,” she moaned in a lazy, soft whimper.

It dawned on him. She'd just climaxed. It almost seemed too sudden, but he didn't care about that, just one thing lingered on his mind. “I take it you had fun?”

“Yuh-huh,” she managed, all dopey and serene.

“Good,” Liam replied, and realised he was still rock hard and stuck in a deep, wet and amazing mess. He resumed thrusting, even as Bernie was still recovering. The squishing, slopping and slurping was even more pronounced as her love juices squirted with every push of his dick. It felt good, but the lack of pressure made it slow going.

Bernie's grip relaxed a little more as her eyes recovered their focus. She grinned down and said, “I think you deserve a treat...”

Liam almost didn't register what she said until she lifted him off with a heavy trickle of her nectar all over the floor. Emboldened by her post-climactic high, she huddled him close as she crawled across her bedroom with a cacophony of creaking floorboards and even a light snap from the wood before he found himself placed on top of her bed.

“I don't think it'll hold,” Liam said as Bernie placed her hands either side of him, as if preparing to mount. “... not sure if I will either.”

“Relax. Well, maybe brace yourself.” Bernie looked down from his eyes, along his body and down at his hard cock and licked her lips. “Never done this before, but I wanna try...”

Liam couldn't help but flinch with panic as she lowered her upper body over him until his hips, thighs and belly were smothered in her massive, weighty breasts as they smooshed across him. The bed strained with the burden as much as he did, the wind taken out of him, but once more he couldn't help but give in to the madness of it all. His cock was engulfed in a pair of soft, furry but dense and expansive tits beyond all imaginings. Bernie's muzzle dropped down to his stomach and her nose pressed against it, hooking his t-shirt and slipping beneath.

Her tongue lapped on his skin, warm and slick. Liam felt pressure from the contact, enough he was pushed down into the mattress and, in a night full of firsts, the idea of someone's tongue being able to impart that much force was quickly washed aside as Bernie ran a long trace over his torso. He lifted his t-shirt off and returned the favour, ruffling her head-fur before receiving a full-face lap.

“Hmm... you're kind of tasty,” Bernie said with a wink, then she continued to lap at his neck, and she gave him a long, determined sniff. “And you smell delicious.”

Liam snorted as he continued to stroke her fur. “Should I be worried about you going full man-eater?”

“Maybe. You're definitely giving me some ideas.” Bernie pressed her biceps against her tits, squeezing them around his cock. “Maybe just a sausage?”

He tried to laugh, but grunted as she began rocking on her knees, sliding the soft, fluffy fur against his shaft, cushioning a pair of mounds that were most of his own bodyweight. He bucked his hips against her, but there was just too much breast to move, instead wedging it deep into the crevice of her cleavage.

Her baby-blue eyes pierced his soul as she stared at him with a sultry, lidded gaze. “Need a little space, big-boy?”

Liam clenched his jaw and shook his head. “I-I'm fine.” He could feel himself getting close as a pressure began to swell deep in his core.

Bernie's low chuckle sent vibrations from her chest through his erection. He groaned as it sent him dangerously close to cumming, but she suddenly relented anyway as she lifted up, shifting her tits so his cock was now wedged in her upper cleavage instead of the deep canyon itself.

“Not yet,” Liam grunted. “C'mon.”

She bared her huge, wicked teeth in a broad smile as she kissed him on the lips, dipped her head low enough to bury her muzzle between her own tits and, in a killing blow, her tongue pressed against his length. It brushed against his cock, the hot and humid breath wreathing it before the long muscle began curving around, encircling his dick and stroking his balls. She slurped and lapped at his whole crotch, her breasts pinning him flat so there was no escape, even if he wanted to. Just the relentless hot, wet bear tongue devouring his dick, massaging his nuts.

He might have thought it unfair, if he could think. Instead the pressure within cascaded with each slurp, lap and suck. He couldn't stop her even if he wanted to as he came hard into Bernie's mouth. Liam groaned long and low as several spurts unloaded into Bernie's waiting muzzle, coating her tongue before she clamped her mouth around it and gulped it down as if starved. For all the weight pressing down on him, he felt weightless for a few beautiful seconds.

The clarity began to set in even as Bernie continued to coax every drop of cum from him, and licked his cock as he grew flaccid. Liam realised he'd stopped petting her, and resumed the lazy circles of her beautifully soft fur before she finally let him relax and gulped a few times to fully set the picture, and one he could see a mile away. This was the apex. Love, lust, dreams coming true. Life to live, togetherness. Everything was right in the world at long last. He smiled, and she did so in kind.

Bernie winked. “Did I do good?”

“Yeah...” he said, still a little winded. “Christ almighty, that was new. You might need to bear with me a sec.”

“Oh, I'll bear with you for a long time, himbo.” She casually pulled him off the bed, along with the blankets and duvet, rolled onto her back and settled down with him atop her body. “I'm all bear, after all, and aim to keep it that way.”

Liam, growing used to being a plaything in the hands of his lover, settled in on Bernie as she relaxed. Without the sexual aspect in place, utterly surrounded by her presence, he still found her extremely comfortable. The softness of her abdomen, still supportive beneath thanks to her strong core, or the cushioning of her bosom around his head. Even more comforting was, with the peaceful atmosphere, he could hear her heartbeat. It was slow, heavy, almost cavernous but assured and powerful. Same with her breathing, which came in long, drawn out pulls and gentle exhales as her belly and chest rose and fell. Liam felt like he was in boat floating on gentle waves.

With a little manoeuvring he was in a perfect position, balanced and placid. and the lateness of the night truly set in as Bernie reached up and flicked the switch to her bedside lamp, and the room was made comfortably dark.

Bernie's arms crossed over Liam, and their radiant warmth helped him settle further. They just basked in the moment for a time in silence, at least until she hummed under her breath. “Wild few days, huh?”

“That and then some.”

Bernie glanced at her computer. “And I guess I should start editing the barrow footage tomorrow.”

“Huh. Almost forgot all about that,” Liam whispered. “After everything that's happened, I think we got some good stuff, at least once we figure it all out. Map out a story, maybe leave room for a little addendum at the end, or maybe a separate video?”

“Good point. I've been so distracted by the same stuff that I haven't done my due diligence and researched half the stuff I wanted to yet.”

Liam chuckled. “You're getting lazy. I should fire you as my editor.”

“Aw, meanie.” Bernie laughed softly in response. “Could I beg for some good, old fashioned nepotism to make you reconsider?”

“Hmm. Tempting. Maybe we could arrange something where we spent more time fucking, but only if you swore to not report me to the HR department for sexual harassment.”

Bernie tutted. “Denied, at least where reporting . Besides, it's not exactly... 'human resources' when it comes to me any more, is it? How about you don't fire me and I won't sit on you?”

“Even recreationally?”

“Kinky,” she snickered. “Seriously though, as bizarre as everything's been, life goes on. We've gotta start considering what comes next. Both your channel and my place in it, I guess.”

“I admit I've been dreading losing you so much until now, we should start planning our next video. You being a big, sexy werebear doesn't exactly pay the bills, so I'm open to ideas.”

Silence set in again, though Bernie continued making little utterances and clicks with her tongue. Finally, she glanced at her pinboard and map of Liam's exploits around the UK, smirked and answered, “About that...”