A bear try to attack him
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Lu stood at the riverbank, the five duffel bags stacked neatly beside him like offerings at an altar. Moonlight painted his colossal frame in silver and shadow, every ridge of muscle glistening with the last traces of river water. He raised his right arm and flexed—slow, deliberate, worshipful. The bicep ballooned outward, a football-sized peak split by a deep vein that pulsed like a living cable. He turned the arm, admiring the way the moonlight slid over the striations, and a low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.
“Five armed men,” he murmured, voice thick with narcissistic delight. “Five grown, violent, armed men. And I ended them like stepping on ants. One squeeze, one twist, one little snap.” He laughed—soft, cruel, delighted. “They were nothing. Less than nothing. Insects that dared to breathe the same air as a god.”
He was so lost in the glow of his own superiority that the world around him had narrowed to the mirror of his own body. His superhuman senses, however, never slept. They registered the heavy footfalls approaching from the treeline—four hundred pounds of muscle, fur, and rage. A massive grizzly bear, drawn by the scent of blood and cocaine, charged out of the shadows at full speed, jaws open, claws extended.
Lu knew it was there. He heard the snap of every twig, smelled the rank musk of its fur, felt the vibration of each paw hitting the earth. He simply didn’t care. A bear was no more a threat to him than a housefly. So he ignored it.
The grizzly roared and slammed one enormous paw into Lu’s back. Five-inch claws raked across the broad, unyielding expanse of his lats and traps. The sound was hideous—a high, metallic screeee like a rusty nail dragged across a blackboard. Sparks actually flew. The claws left faint white lines that vanished in less than a second.
Lu didn’t flinch. He simply continued flexing, running both hands over his pecs, squeezing the heavy slabs until they jumped and bounced under his palms. The bear’s second strike landed on his shoulder—another screeching scrape, another shower of harmless sparks. Lu moaned softly in pleasure, the vibration of the failed attack only adding to the erotic thrill of his own invulnerability.
“Mm… keep going, little teddy,” he whispered, eyes half-lidded. “You’re almost cute.”
The bear roared in pure animal fury and attacked again and again—slamming, clawing, biting at his thighs, his calves, his golden hair. Nothing penetrated. Nothing even bruised. Lu’s skin remained flawless, white as fresh porcelain, while the bear’s claws dulled and its teeth chipped against him. The creature’s rage only grew, but Lu refused to let the interruption spoil his moment.
He wrapped one huge hand around his thick, heavy cock and began to stroke—slow, luxurious pulls. The other hand found a nipple, pinching and rolling the hard nub between thumb and forefinger. His lower lip caught between his teeth as a fresh wave of heat rolled through him. Thick, sticky sweat—his new biology’s luxurious secretion—began to bead across his chest, trickling down the deep gutters of his eight-pack in glistening rivulets. The sweet, intoxicating scent of it filled the air around him.
The bear reared up, roaring, and clamped its jaws around the side of Lu’s neck. The teeth scraped uselessly against skin that might as well have been diamond. Lu felt the pressure—mildly annoying, like a too-tight collar—but no pain. The discomfort was just enough to pull him back from the edge of orgasm.
His eyes snapped open. Golden irises focused on the bear’s furious, bloodshot gaze only inches from his own face.
“Get out of here, bear,” he snarled, the tone of a man who had just discovered an ant crawling across his dessert. “You’re ruining my mood.”
He didn’t even bother to pry the jaws off. He simply stared straight into the animal’s eyes and fired.
Twin beams of molten gold lanced from his pupils. The bear’s head exploded in a spray of superheated blood and bone. The body was sliced cleanly in half at the shoulders, the two halves tumbling apart with twin wet thuds. The forest went silent again.
Lu blinked, exhaled, and released his cock. The heat in his groin cooled instantly. He stood up, stretched luxuriously, and stepped over the smoking remains of the grizzly as though it were a fallen log. The carcass was already forgotten—irrelevant, beneath notice.
He ran both hands over his body, palms gliding through the thick, sticky sweat that now coated every inch of him. It was unusually viscous, almost honey-like, and carried a faint, intoxicating sweetness that made his own scent addictive. He scooped a generous handful from the deep valley between his abs—where the sweat had pooled like warm oil—and brought it to his face.
“Fascinating,” he murmured, studying the glistening globule between his fingers. “I used to sweat like a mortal. Now… this. Thick. Sweet. Almost sexual.” He rubbed the substance between thumb and forefinger, watching it stretch into sticky threads. “My body is rewriting itself. Every gland, every cell… optimized. Perfected.”
He brought the handful closer, inhaling deeply. The scent sent a fresh shiver through him.
“No more weakness. No more limits. No more… humanity.” He laughed—low, rich, utterly content. “I am the next stage. The final stage. And this—” he squeezed the sweat until it oozed between his fingers “—is just the beginning of what I will become.”
He flicked the sticky fluid away, watching it arc through the moonlight and land on a nearby rock with a soft *plop*. Then he turned back to the river, the five heavy duffels, and the silent, indifferent forest.
The night was young. The world was his. And he was only getting started.
“Five armed men,” he murmured, voice thick with narcissistic delight. “Five grown, violent, armed men. And I ended them like stepping on ants. One squeeze, one twist, one little snap.” He laughed—soft, cruel, delighted. “They were nothing. Less than nothing. Insects that dared to breathe the same air as a god.”
He was so lost in the glow of his own superiority that the world around him had narrowed to the mirror of his own body. His superhuman senses, however, never slept. They registered the heavy footfalls approaching from the treeline—four hundred pounds of muscle, fur, and rage. A massive grizzly bear, drawn by the scent of blood and cocaine, charged out of the shadows at full speed, jaws open, claws extended.
Lu knew it was there. He heard the snap of every twig, smelled the rank musk of its fur, felt the vibration of each paw hitting the earth. He simply didn’t care. A bear was no more a threat to him than a housefly. So he ignored it.
The grizzly roared and slammed one enormous paw into Lu’s back. Five-inch claws raked across the broad, unyielding expanse of his lats and traps. The sound was hideous—a high, metallic screeee like a rusty nail dragged across a blackboard. Sparks actually flew. The claws left faint white lines that vanished in less than a second.
Lu didn’t flinch. He simply continued flexing, running both hands over his pecs, squeezing the heavy slabs until they jumped and bounced under his palms. The bear’s second strike landed on his shoulder—another screeching scrape, another shower of harmless sparks. Lu moaned softly in pleasure, the vibration of the failed attack only adding to the erotic thrill of his own invulnerability.
“Mm… keep going, little teddy,” he whispered, eyes half-lidded. “You’re almost cute.”
The bear roared in pure animal fury and attacked again and again—slamming, clawing, biting at his thighs, his calves, his golden hair. Nothing penetrated. Nothing even bruised. Lu’s skin remained flawless, white as fresh porcelain, while the bear’s claws dulled and its teeth chipped against him. The creature’s rage only grew, but Lu refused to let the interruption spoil his moment.
He wrapped one huge hand around his thick, heavy cock and began to stroke—slow, luxurious pulls. The other hand found a nipple, pinching and rolling the hard nub between thumb and forefinger. His lower lip caught between his teeth as a fresh wave of heat rolled through him. Thick, sticky sweat—his new biology’s luxurious secretion—began to bead across his chest, trickling down the deep gutters of his eight-pack in glistening rivulets. The sweet, intoxicating scent of it filled the air around him.
The bear reared up, roaring, and clamped its jaws around the side of Lu’s neck. The teeth scraped uselessly against skin that might as well have been diamond. Lu felt the pressure—mildly annoying, like a too-tight collar—but no pain. The discomfort was just enough to pull him back from the edge of orgasm.
His eyes snapped open. Golden irises focused on the bear’s furious, bloodshot gaze only inches from his own face.
“Get out of here, bear,” he snarled, the tone of a man who had just discovered an ant crawling across his dessert. “You’re ruining my mood.”
He didn’t even bother to pry the jaws off. He simply stared straight into the animal’s eyes and fired.
Twin beams of molten gold lanced from his pupils. The bear’s head exploded in a spray of superheated blood and bone. The body was sliced cleanly in half at the shoulders, the two halves tumbling apart with twin wet thuds. The forest went silent again.
Lu blinked, exhaled, and released his cock. The heat in his groin cooled instantly. He stood up, stretched luxuriously, and stepped over the smoking remains of the grizzly as though it were a fallen log. The carcass was already forgotten—irrelevant, beneath notice.
He ran both hands over his body, palms gliding through the thick, sticky sweat that now coated every inch of him. It was unusually viscous, almost honey-like, and carried a faint, intoxicating sweetness that made his own scent addictive. He scooped a generous handful from the deep valley between his abs—where the sweat had pooled like warm oil—and brought it to his face.
“Fascinating,” he murmured, studying the glistening globule between his fingers. “I used to sweat like a mortal. Now… this. Thick. Sweet. Almost sexual.” He rubbed the substance between thumb and forefinger, watching it stretch into sticky threads. “My body is rewriting itself. Every gland, every cell… optimized. Perfected.”
He brought the handful closer, inhaling deeply. The scent sent a fresh shiver through him.
“No more weakness. No more limits. No more… humanity.” He laughed—low, rich, utterly content. “I am the next stage. The final stage. And this—” he squeezed the sweat until it oozed between his fingers “—is just the beginning of what I will become.”
He flicked the sticky fluid away, watching it arc through the moonlight and land on a nearby rock with a soft *plop*. Then he turned back to the river, the five heavy duffels, and the silent, indifferent forest.
The night was young. The world was his. And he was only getting started.
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