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LITTLE BEAR GIRL

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Night Promise

Luca Berlin

Cover: Giada Armani

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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Night Promise

She was the perfect distraction to forget Anne. A velvet-eyed gazelle with honey-drop breasts - as Arpad Somogy, the President of Moldova, had enthused in his flowery manner in view of her bare-breasted performance at the welcome party. Without a doubt, Dascha was one of the most breath-taking betas that had ever found their way to Károlyi.

So, Ben Abner must have known how to make Adrian want to give up Anne. It might not even have been necessary, because Adrian was relieved when he heard what had happened in the pupils' room. That same evening, which may have been around midnight, Abner had invited him into his office and, in the presence of Holly Rüschenberg, had told him what Anne had done. The lord of the castle explained that their rampant violence left him no other option but to immediately send her to special training.

Adrian probably felt the look of Holly Rüschenberg at that moment. Full of expectation she had first stared at him, then reproachfully and finally scornfully when he was silent and did not contradict. Apparently, she felt that Anne was punished too severely. Abner, however, kept talking incessantly. Anne Ludwig was sold to Ortega with binding effect anyway. The special training was just the right thing for her, as the South American would use her as a mare. That would even be in the sale's contract. Besides, Adrian would now be free for Dascha, fortunately. It would take a huge load off Abner's mind. Even though Dascha was obviously blameless for the incident, she would still need - and he thought everyone could agree on this - an experienced and capable Alpha for the second phase of education. Attila von Ungruhe is currently far too involved in special training to do justice to this task. The poor guy practically never left his workshop. Von Unruhe himself had therefore proposed Adrian as Dascha's lord. The lord of the castle looked at him expectantly.

How simple everything was. If Adrian agreed now - a tiny nod of the head would be enough! - all the musing of the past few days came to an end. Sure, back in the library, everything was magical. He was enraptured and infatuated with the girl who sat next to his armchair with glow-worm eyes, who adored him, who dared to defy him, who was full of crazy ideas, who could set wood on fire with her angry glare alone, and who even outshone the chandeliers of the castle library with her laughter.

The doubts came later. How deep could her feelings be at all? She was a pupil, brand new in the organisation. Adrian was the first Alpha to give her the severity she so longed for. Wasn't that the only reason she had a crush on him? But suppose her feelings for him were serious. Where could this lead? Did such a thing even have a place in the Magnus organisation? Sure, there were examples. They worked more or less well. Some were disastrous. With Abner's French friend Jean and his Florence, it had ended in a poison attack. His mentor and supporter Ben Abner did not even like to pronounce the L-word. For him, it was some kind of glitch in the system. Something a smart Alpha would do his best to avoid.

As if that were not enough, the most difficult question of all remained. What did he do to the girl himself when he got involved with her? The explosion in Baghdad had shredded his body, and the associated betrayal of Aminah had pulverized his emotional life. All that remained was his well-tempered sadistic pleasures in the Magnus organisation. He was about as suitable for love as a black widow who is used to eat her partners' heart out after mating.

Damn, he called her that now, too. Then Holly Rüschenberg could look at him with such reproach. He knew what he was doing or what he better left alone. So, he agreed to take over Dascha instead of Anne in the second phase of training. Relieved, he had left Abner's office afterwards. Relieved, he had gone to bed. Deeply and dreamlessly he had slept, only to wake up at the crack of dawn to find that he had exchanged one agonizing condition for another. He felt restless, restless and above all angry. Very angry. He struggled with himself, with Anne, with Abner, with fate and with everything else that got in his way.

At 6:30 am he had already got the first of his employees out of bed and crashed them together because he had failed to report a faulty camera at the security fence yesterday. Afterwards it was Rockenbach's turn. Where's the weekly report? He was already 24 hours overdue, he had barked into the phone. If Rockenbach felt unable to fulfil his dual obligations as animator and team leader in the security sector, he could simply tell him. While Rockenbach, still drowsy, stuttered an answer, a beta - a shy being, whom he therefore always treated carefully and gently - had brought him breakfast in the office. She had placed the cup of steaming coffee right in front of him. Lost in thought, he took a sip and scalded his lips. The coffee was boiling hot and suddenly he felt a terrible and almost overwhelming urge to pour it over the girl's bare breasts as punishment.

It lasted only a second, then he had himself under control again, but he kept away from betas in the following hours, almost fearfully. This was not possible with Dascha, however. As agreed after the fight, she was examined again by the doctor of the castle in the morning. As her future master, Adrian could not avoid picking her up afterwards in the administration building where the practice rooms were located. He resolved to approach the matter with iron self-control and not to let his anger get the better of him.

Adrian had studied Dascha's file early in the morning and listened to part of her in-depth interviews. He knew Abner's assessment of her character and he had seen her in action when she denounced Anne in the library for the chocolates. He considered them scheming, manipulative, selfish and unscrupulous. However, as far as the fight in the pupil's dormitory was concerned, Adrian believed that his little bear girl had essentially gotten herself into it. The statements of the other betas were too serious and clear. Nevertheless, he had the vague feeling that Dascha was far from being as innocent as others might think. And she had truly made the best of the situation.

Supervised by a maid, she stood in her blue-grey tracksuit ready to march in front of the administration building when he rolled into the yard. With a hint, he had sent the other beta away and turned to his pupil. Dascha had curtsied in perfect form and then handed him a doctor's note. He had looked at the document in disbelief. Apparently, she had not sustained any serious injuries, but nevertheless she was released for seven days "due to a state of shock caused by stress from any kind of corporal punishment by percussion instruments of any kind including electric punishments". At first he was almost amused. The girl was good. She was really good, because he knew how strict the doctor actually was.

After reading the certificate, Dascha asked for permission to speak again with a curtsy. Then she humbly whispered in a squeaky voice that she would of course still submit to any punishment her master wished.

It began at that moment. He felt as if small molecules of rage were pulsing through his veins. They rushed in his ears and seeped into his every thought. Dascha mocked him. He assumed that it was absolutely clear to her that he would not ignore the doctor's certificate. She didn't seem to realize what else a resourceful Alpha might come up with. He decided to tell the girl that her last curtsy had turned out so stiff and awkward that a seventy-year-old with arthritis would have done better. She probably needed some exercise in the fresh air. With satisfaction, he saw how her mouth became as narrow as a string.

They were outside his SUV. He went to the tailgate and pulled out a rope. He ordered her to take off the tracksuit. She had to put it on the passenger seat. Then he let her go to the "kneel". For the first time, he saw her naked. Time to take stock.

On closer inspection, her body showed serious defects, he found. Surely, her legs were perfect and her breasts were small but had a shape that he found quite appealing. But her ass, for instance, was way too flat and small. After all, he was no boy-lover. Already tomorrow he would double - maybe even triple - the number of calories she had to eat every day. If she put on more fat, she might even get a real woman's butt.

What was left was the way she moved. He chased her around the car a few times, naked as she was. Now she suddenly seemed insecure, even ashamed. That's good. For his taste, however, it was much too angular and wooden. That's not the way a real woman walks. That too would have to be turned off. There were certain training methods.

Impossible, of course, was the grimace she had made earlier. She looked like a toad when she pressed her lips together like that. It was unseemly to do so. It bordered on disobedience when you as a beta so openly displayed your anger.

Adrian let Dascha go back to standing. He attached one end of the rope to the back of her collar. Then he led the rope down between her legs, back up to the front of the collar. Before he fastened the rope there, he tightened it once more so that it was clearly pushed between her labia. She gasped in horror. Involuntarily her hands twitched forward to push the rope away. But she remembered and almost immediately put it back in the prescribed position above her backside. You lucky girl, he thought fiercely.

On the rope, he led them to about six meters behind the back of the off-road vehicle. He told her to stop there and went to the trailer coupling with the rope in his hand. He looped it twice around it, then threw the rest of the rope forward onto the passenger seat. He'd just let her walk behind the car on the way to the castle. Let's see how long she lasted. Should she fall, the rope would give way, because it was not tied tightly - at least after a certain jerk.

But something was still missing. Sure, the goggles. Depending on the speed, the tyres would throw stones and branches backwards. Adrian, the incorrigible good-doer, wouldn't want to rob the poor thing of his sight after all. Although there was also a market for blind betas. If he remembered correctly, even considerable prices were paid. So to speak from the dark part of his soul to his good conscience, wherever that might be at the moment.

So, Adrian went back to the administration building and got himself a pair of safety glasses from the tool room. When he had fitted her out with it, she wrung a smile from herself and said in a nervous voice, "now I must look like a strange insect."

He was glad she was still in such good spirits. That would change. He didn't appreciate her answer, got in the car and drove off. Since it had rained the day before, the path was damp and full of puddles. Soon she was splashed with mud all over her body as she trotted along behind the car.

In the beginning, she ran round and concentrated. Their movements were as sparing as possible. He knew she was a good athlete. Obviously, she wanted to save her strength to be able to hold out as long as possible. Since the road was still quite even and firm, he accelerated. Now the legs of his gazelle flew just so. They hardly seemed to touch the ground anymore. Her breasts spun wildly in all directions. The little things had developed a real life of their own, he observed fascinated through the rear-view mirror. Then he looked into her face and saw nothing but panic.

Okay, just don't overdo it. He slowed down the speed and let her run behind the car again at a slower pace. Meanwhile his thoughts wandered again and again. What would his bear girl like to do now? Anne, unlike Dascha, had a gorgeous ass and she moved in such a way that you got hot just by watching her. He imagined her to be a bridled up, dressed up mare. Yeah, that would look super-hot too. Then he thought of Rockenbach. He hadn't been very fair to him this morning. Rockenbach did a damn good job. Adrian decided to apologize at the next opportunity. The way old war buddies used to do it. With a pat on the back and a crude joke. He'd understand.

Adrian looked at the clock on the dashboard. Good God, they've been walking for 45 minutes. Probably his mud lady needed a break. He looked in the rear-view mirror again. Her face was consumed with strain. Her hands convulsively clasped the rope in front of her collar.

Oh, no, she could stand a few more minutes. Suddenly he was desperate to see how long it would take for her to fall. Besides, he at least had to test his safety precautions - on a living object, so to speak. He pushed the accelerator down a little bit further - only to hit the brakes the next moment. This is where it happened! Here at this point of the path he had shot the bear and seen Anne for the first time.

When the car came to a stop, Dascha bounced against his back with a scream. Then she collapsed. When he got out and walked around the car, she knelt with her upper body bent far forward. In front, she was splashed with dirt all over, behind her body was shining with sweat. Her leg muscles trembled. Her body pumped air into her lungs like a bellows. Since she apparently lacked the strength to kneel herself, she let herself roll onto her back, groaning. Flat and stretched out she lay there. Hard to distinguish from the ground, so full of mud and earth it was. Only the blue eyes shone like two alarmed warning lights towards the sky.

Of course, he knew somewhere that he was exaggerating dangerously. This went far beyond the cultivated sadistic pleasure as practiced in the organisation. He didn't have to be a psychologist to figure out what he was doing. He wanted to punish her for making Anne do this stupid thing. Since she was so completely at his mercy, he was able to blame her for other serious offences, such as her ravishing beauty and for making him give up Anne so willingly. A part of his mind even explained to him how stupid and unreasonable he was behaving right now. Adrian, the good-doer, annoyingly asked whether he was at all able to transport the person entrusted to his care, a nineteen-year-old defenceless girl, halfway to the castle, safe and sound. "Shut up," was the answer from Adrian the angry.

Dascha had kneeled down again in the meantime. Beads of sweat ran down her face and drew bright lines in a sea of dirt.

"I don't think you need to be dressed up for tonight, you're already perfectly styled," he said.

She actually brought about a tortured smile. So, he knelt down to the mud-spattered naked girl. "Do you think I'm kidding?"

She shook her head. "No, Mr. Götz," she still gasped.

Abruptly he turned away and went to the edge of the gorge on the left of the path. This had to be the place from where Anne had jumped down to assist Ines. He was amazed at how steep the slope was. It took courage to plunge down here, especially when you saw an angry bear rushing up to you. He decided to descend himself. Then also his mud lady had time to recover. He briefly considered whether he should take the rifle with him, but decided against it. The likelihood of meeting a second aggressive bear was zero, and other huntable game would be scared away as he descended. So, he left the gun in the car, where it was in a special holster in the back of the Hummer.

Carefully he worked his way down the slope. Finally, he had reached the place where Anne had stood when she took on the bear. The place seemed unnaturally empty to him now. Not even traces were still visible. The rain had washed everything away. But her weapon, the nightstick, was still there. At least Adrian thought he was. He picked it up and imagined what it was like to face 500 kilos of pure murderous lust with it. How many people would dare do that? Then he had to smile. It was almost as daring to instigate a wild brawl as beta.

Damn it, he wouldn't give up Anne. He wanted her around. He wanted to see her, taste her, hear her, fathom her essence, explore her body. She was unique. He was an idiot. He had thought it all out. Angrily he beat a tree trunk with his club. It was childish, but it felt good. When the stick broke, he threw it into the bushes. Teasingly, a jay complained about the disturbance. The colourful bird flew onto a branch and watched the intruder in disgust.

Adrian suddenly thought of the maid's confession. The new betas had to recite it before every meal in the first phase of education. So, could he as an Alpha. He'd be taking some kind of oath of allegiance right now. So, he went back to the place where he thought Anne had stood. He kneeled down, spread the fingers of his right hand apart and then pressed the palm of his hand firmly against the forest floor covered with fir needles. He said: "I, Adrian Götz, hereby confess that I will take Anne Ludwig back. I will do everything in my power to get into her possession." After some hesitation, he added, "I will continue to do everything in my power to make her well from now on, and I will treat her with care and love throughout her life."

He got up again and this time he felt even more childish. Had he just taken some kind of vows in front of a jay as best man? He laughed, and it felt good. He felt his anger fade. Glad he was now that he had not seriously hurt the girl up there in his delusion. And the other girl? He would take it and bring it into his possession. Every single word he had just spoken was right. He suddenly knew it with a certainty that made him laugh with relief and relief.

Adrian looked around for a flatter part of the slope and began the climb. The rain had made the ground slippery, so that he could only move forward slowly. Once he almost fell, but he could barely hold on to a bush. He cursed that he was wearing normal street shoes and not the heavy boots he usually preferred out here. But then he left himself completely to his instincts and soon found a rhythm of movement that carried him back up almost by himself. With a last effort, he hoisted himself up the embankment and stood on the road.

At first he was just surprised that Dascha was no longer where he had left her. She stood much closer to him and had apparently freed herself from the rope. She was also holding the rifle. She had put it on!

He froze. The barrel pointed at his head. If she hit him with the AK 47 from this distance, the bullet would tear off half his skull. The last image, however, that would burn into his retina would be a spectacular one. Dascha was a perfect goddess of death. Even under the dirt her beauty shone through. A mud-covered earth elf who had come to take him to his grave. But not today. Not according to what he was doing down there. In a calm voice he said, "you have to take the safety off before you can shoot, Dascha."

"You mean the lever on the right? Even a beta can manage to push it down," she replied. Her voice vibrated with rage.

"Clever girl, but did you load the rifle before?" he asked. "I always keep the bullets separate from the gun. Or else there'll be an accident."

He saw at once that she hadn't done it. Her shoulders slumped down. The barrel of the gun dropped. Then she dropped the rifle carelessly to the ground. Her face was now distorted in rage, her hands clenched in fists. She started screaming, "I'm not Anne. "I'm just Dascha. You can torture me a lot. You won't change that."

She rushed towards him and began to drum her fists into his chest. He let them do it for a while, astounded. Then she landed a hit on his nose and with the pain the rigidity fell off him. He grabbed her arms and forced her to the floor. Suddenly he felt her lips on his mouth. He pushed her back roughly, only to pull her to himself the next moment and return her kiss.

The next minutes were pure frenzy. They rolled across the floor. Two creatures that didn't know whether to kill each other or mate. Dascha beat him with one hand, and with the other she nested around his trousers until she had released his aroused limb. Adrian's hands searched her throat but found her breasts. Undecided whether to strike or caress, they did something in between. Then Adrian entered Dascha's cunt with furious thrusts. The girl growled and moaned, kept calling him a bastard. She clasped him with her arms and legs as if she wanted to break him in two. When she came, she did it with a wild cry of rage.

Afterwards they sat silently side by side on the forest floor. Dascha had pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms firmly around her legs. She stared at some point in the distance beyond the valley. So, there were two people running amok today, he thought. After all that he had done to her, he couldn't even accuse her of having taken up arms. He had behaved like the rabid bear he had hunted down himself.

When he looked at her, he remembered the mineral water bottle in the car. He fetched them and the cloth that was in the glove compartment. Then he sat down next to her again, ordered her to look at him and began to clean her face. She put up with it without saying a word.