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The day had started like any other.

Katya had begrudgingly used Mark’s knife instead of his monster killing blade to split the edible part of some of the thinner trees into a pot. What caves existed in these hills were tiny little things that she was barely able to get her arms into and were already tapped out of the local variant of cave mushroom. So she increasingly had to annoy her male for information about the local roots and vegetation.

As fancy and heroic as it made her feel to cut these with the long blade, she was mostly scraping now and, for that, proper stone knives were best. Or knives like the one her male had. Heh, whatever, it was still made of grey-copper and that made her feel powerful enough.

Fall on the topside was turning out to be more challenging than Katya had anticipated, to the point that if they went to wash clothes naked again, well, she was pretty sure one of them would lose a finger or a toe to the cold. The basin had been reinstalled near the fire, it had thankfully not been damaged by falling timber or roof shingle, and they slowly went back to the sort of rhythm they had been developing before the spirit-damned sky monster decided to ruin things.

Of the two, Katya was undoubtedly the one better off. Oh, she lost feeling in her toes for a while back then. Thankfully, with boots back on, she had regained it a few hours into the descend down the mountain. Her fingers still hurt now, a week after the attack, but it wasn’t anything warm water and thick wraps around her hands couldn’t relieve.

Hard to do that when you were scraping food though.

“Stupid niplon trees,” she muttered as the knuckles of her right hand started feeling as if someone was pricking them with needles. She wanted to take a break and let the pain subside, but it was already near to mid day and she had yet to start a stew going. And for that, she needed this stupid bark starch.

They still had supplies they could be using, that was true enough, but if they started using them now, when they could still get wild roots and trees, what would they use later when winter fell in full?

She didn’t have a proper cave hall with the proper blind vegetables to set and keep alive for the cold months. The mushrooms that grew locally were…fine, but she had no idea what sort of soil and compost would keep them edible. And, even if she did, the right time to set them would have been months ago!

Argh, why didn’t she get to that the second her huge bear of a male took her?

Her hand started shaking as the pain spread to her wrists and-

“Katya,” the huge cream-colored man reached over her shoulder and put his huge hand over hers, “Stop.”

“No, I gotta do this!” Katya looked up at the stubborn face of her bearded male, “This stupid bark starch is all over the place. I have to use it!”

It was technically true, the tree that grew it thickly covered this side of these hills, but only a tiny portion of it was edible and only for a limited amount of time if Mark’s semi-gibberish was true.

“Katya,” Mark said as if HE were the patient one, “I do. You rest.”

“But I am the female here!” Katya refused to disappoint every single other women in her line, but Mark nonetheless pried away her shaky fingers off his knife.

Then he put a warm moist towel around it.

“Oooh, maybe I can take a break,” Katya stopped short of moaning as the heat immediately seeped into her skin and digits, benevolently allowing Mark to take up her knife.

“Rest,” he ordered her as he gestured at their sleeping sack. More evidence that his kind weren’t completely savages and that they had ideas more civilized tribes like hers could emulate.

“Fine, but only for a second,” Katya argued, “I still have to get the food started.”

Mark gave her the sort of smile that indicated that he was humoring her, but being the pillar of virtue that she was, Katya also allowed him to think that he was in control of things. Given how injured he still was, letting him recover his ego was also important.

So, clutching the hand that held the warm towel, she walked over the bed sack and flopped over the pillows and bed sheets that Mark had put in there.

They smelled nice and clean from the recent trip to the stream, which was just as well; this was probably the last time they’d get to clean them before it got warm again.

Now, the stupid asshole actually took her seat and got to scraping the starch off the bark as if it were his business. A growl escaped from Katya’s lips, but Mark merely looked back at her with a complacent smile on his face.

As if he knew that she wasn’t going to do anything about it.

“As soon as this stops hurting, I want you to scram,” she pointed a finger at him and informed him.

“Oh?” he casually asked as he made fearsome headway through her stock of bark.

“Yeah, you go kill some interlopers or something,” Katya waved her hand, “I take care of the home stuff.”

“Sure, sure,” he absent-mindedly waved her off as he not only got through the bark, but also started digging into the roots that she had collected.

The fire she had started was stoked into a pleasant blaze and the smell of fats bubbling and starch thinning started to waff in the air. The heat got to her, caressed and enveloped her, and Katya slowly started to close her eyes.

Just for a moment, nothing more. She would close her eyes for the briefest of seconds and then she would go right back to cooking. A quick blink before she tackled her work.

“Food cooking,” Mark proudly said just off to her side, and her eyes snapped wide open.

The smell of smoked meat that was starting to boil combined with various roots to form a mouth-watering scent that promised fulfillment. It wasn’t like she would have done it, she would have cooked the meat first and then added everything else, but it wasn’t like Mark cooked bad.

“Why didn’t you wake me up!” Katya complained.

“You watch tire,” Mark shrugged.

“That’s not-argh, cooking is a woman’s job!” Katya grumbled.

“You are making me look bad.”

Mark paternally patted her head.

“Katya, is free time,” Mark said as his fingers swam through her brown hair. Well, if this was his idea of an apology…it was working, “Do want something?”

Free time, huh? It seemed obscene to have any of that when they were still repairing their home but, well, from time to time, they ended up with that.

Just because they were busy, didn’t mean that Mark was any less fuckable to Katya. But it was hard to be comfortable when there was so much to do.

But she WAS comfortable now, and her male’s rough hands made her skin want to purr. And, well, since he was asking…

Katya was lying on her belly, her tits squeezing into their bed roll. She reached back to grab a hold of her skirt with one hand, all so that she could swiftly lift it above her ass.

This revealed the thin strip of clothes that she used to bind her cooch as it appeared above her buns and went around her waist. So, she took one of her modestly sized cheeks and spread it wide.

Letting her ass blink around her crotch rag, and letting her pussy be visible under the cloth.

“Do me,” she told him, her smile turning lascivious as she watched his eyes fix into her crotch.

Mark put his hands on the sleeping sack around Katya’s head after lowering his pants and letting his gigantic cock bob out. She could feel the weight and warmth coming out of that meaty log as it rubbed on her ass cheeks, sliding down until they fell off the precipes of her ass.

And scraped against her puss.

A single meaty finger pressed against the side of her vagina as Mark crossed under her pussy but over her undergarment. They hooked on the protective piece of garment and pulled it to the side as Katya hugged the pillow underneath her head in anticipation.

The huge door knocker pressed against her wet petals, moistening them with his own sticky glue. With the weight of three goblins put together, and female ones at that, he slowly lowered his hips into her, the mass of his frame pushing his rod into her opening.

“Hmmm, yeeesss,” Katya let out as she was softly filled to bursting, her canal being stuffed like a sausage as her man entered her.

“Katya,” Mark grunted as he slid inside of her, smoothly making the trip to her uterus as practice had made him better. Katya’s pussy hadn’t completely adapted to his size yet, so it took a little bit of force to make her depths stretch for him. Privately? She hoped they never would.

The sensation was vastly more enjoyable than it was painful.

“Yes, keep going big boy,” Katya eagerly padded on his forearm, “Don’t stop for a second!”

Mark, the obedient male that he was, slid his donger into her wet hole until he met her uterus.

And then, as she had requested, he pushed through her cervix.

“Oooooh, YES!” Katya clenched her teeth as drool came down her mouth. Stars exploded in her vision as Mark fucked her in a way that had never occurred to her anyone could. In a way that no one else could. By the time Mark pressed his hips against her ass, his spongy head was scraping into the walls of her womb.

And still, he pushed on until he squeezed her ass flat.

“Oooh fuck,” she breathed out in relief when he withdrew, knowing she only had a single second to prepare for what came next.

Whap.

IT was a meaty sound as he came crashing down on her ass, shoving his cock all the way inside of her again.

And impaling her baby room with his meat.

Slap.

The sound of him not giving her a single second to prepare for the second thrust as he pulled out, letting his cock glisten with her juices for a fraction of a second, before slamming into her again.

Clap.

He increased his speed, flashing inside of her canal and uterus only for a second before he was out of there, only to slam into her again and again.

Again and again.

There came a time in everyone’s life when they thought about silly shit. Men or women, it was all the same. Because there was nobody who would not speculate about dying mid-sex. Or, well, being fucked to death.

“Yes, do it harder!” Katya growled, “Don’t stop.”

“Ruin me!”

There would come a day when getting fucked by this man wouldn’t feel like putting her life on the line, and she prayed every day that it wouldn’t come.

It was more than she’d ever thought she wanted of sex. It was more than she’d ever assumed she could get from intimacy.

This was-this was-

“SO GOOD!” Katya screamed as her pussy exploded in an orgasm. Her nails dug into the pillow that she was holding, and she even had to bite down on it to contain her delicious feelings of release.

“Katya, coming!” Mark growled as he hilted himself as far as he could go cushioned against her ass and release a thick torrent of seed inside of her, making her uterus bloat as wave after wave of nice muddy semen was injected deep within her.

He pumped her like the dutiful male he was, sowing his seeds in her fertile field though she knew she’d have to wait a bit longer to see if it had taken.

Time.

That was what she needed. Both to understand him AND to be understood. To bind him to her.

To keep him.

She only needed time!

Mark laid on top of her after that, only briefly, but blissfully, laying his full weight on her poor tits for a single breath before he rolled into her side and laid on his side.

He breathed deeply as his cock slid out of her puss, making a pleasantly perverse “shhhlick” sound as it did.

The sound of fire crackling and stew boiling was a nice backdrop to the heaves of her male’s great chest, and the erotic smell of their sex.

Once they had taken care of things. Hell, once she had him back in her cave, they could enjoy moments like this more often than they did. Winter was the time for leisure, after all.

And breeding.

Oh, she couldn’t wait!

Mark got off her and finished stirring the stew as Katya decided to let him do her job as a reward for being such a good fuck.

In truth, it was a day like any other, with them trying to hold things together when they weren’t fixing them. The days changed, sky monsters attacked and they? They made a living together.

It was nice.

“Be I leaving,” he told her as the sun was setting and they were setting the fire for the rest of the night.

Experience and tribe history told her that nothing endured forever. That the grander, bigger and more opulent a cave became, the closer it was close to collapsing and becoming a barely traversable path worthy of the name. That no tribe, no matter how united and great it might seem, could hold against the path of time and the rigors of generations.

That the good times are to be appreciated lest they passed without having enjoyed them.

And, it seemed, they were at that point, at last.

“You gonna forage far, sweet thing?” Katya smiled at him, but it was a fragile thing. She hated playing dumb, but it would buy her a few seconds of this life she led.

“Forage? No, no,” Mark considered her response and frowned in frustration. He thought he wasn’t communicating well enough, “Be I leaving here, far away.”

“I see,” Katya looked away from him.

“No always,” he said and her breath caught, “I come back.”

“W-where you going?” she asked, forcing herself to look at him.

“To I home-” he said a weird word she didn’t understand. He noticed and corrected himself, “-tribe. Go home tribe.”

“You have a home tribe?” she asked, bewildered.

“Everyone has home tribe,” he flatly said, repeating something she had once told him.

“I thought yours had collapsed or something!” she flushed in embarrassment. How was she supposed to know?

But wait, if his people were still one tribe, why was he here all alone on the topside of these hills?

“I come back,” he told her with full confidence as the possibilities clicked into place.

There were quite a few reasons why a male might be out of a tribe. It was very rare, but one that produced many vagrants was the collapse of a tribe. With families and individuals being forced to fend for themselves, they had no choice but to make a living where they could in whatever way they could.

She had assumed that whatever his people were, his personal tribe had met the same fate.

Why would such a high value male be out and about? Unclaimed at that?

But no, there were other reasons.

And of those? The next most likely one was inbreeding.

A lot of the time, generations tended to get a bit too mixed up. Lacking a proper new influx of blood, inbreeding was a danger that all tribes had to know how to handle if need be. And one of the simplest precautions was to kick out the sons that were related to too many people. From time to time, they came back with a woman from another tribe but this was rather rare because these females were invariably treated like shit by the established women in the tribe.

No, these exiles either died or made their home in another tribe.

Looking at Mark, Katya thought their inbreeding had to be truly incestual for them to not make an allowance for someone like him.

Then again, the other likely reason for him to be exiled was for a big enough fight to have happened.

From time to time, the women of a tribe weren’t careful with their men and didn’t catch fights before they were done brewing. From time to time, they REALLY fucked up and missed the sort of problems that ended up in killing and maiming. From time to time, when their hands were forced, they simply had to kick a male out of a tribe less a conflict jeopardizing everyone’s safety.

It took a failure of legendary proportions to come to that…but she was said to say it wasn’t as rare as it should have been.

“ I come back,” he promised her again, his face telling her that HE thought that was the truth.

But then, he was the sort of naive type that would believe that, wasn’t he?

“Stay,” she begged, clutching his arm.

“I…I quick,” he replied as tears well in the corners of Katya’s eyes, “Need-shit-need, um…magic box?”

Oh, right.

His people created wonders.

“I…see,” Katya’s arms went limp and she let go of him.

“I need more tent,” he frowned at her reaction, “More food more, um, grey copper? More all!”

“I understand,” she said and she did.

He was going back because he didn’t think they could survive as they were. That they weren’t preparing for a topside winter.

More the fool her for not knowing better.

That he believed that he could go back made him being an inbreeding exile the almost certain option, but it honestly didn’t matter why he was sent out.

Could he not see? Did he not know?

He had slain a sky monster. He had done something that would have their grandchildren’s grandchildren sing and brag about it to their descendants and all the other tribes.

It didn’t matter if he had killed someone else. It didn’t matter if everyone else in his tribe were his aunts and sisters. It didn’t matter if he had gotten sick with a plague and they were keeping him away to keep it from spreading.

After a feat such as that there was absolutely no tribe that would not welcome him back.

This was the time when she needed to make her pitch. When she needed to open her mouth and sell him, right here and now, to join her tribe.

But the words, the eloquence, that she wanted and needed just weren’t there.

With the meager vocabulary they both possessed of each other’s language, how the fuck was she supposed to make him think that her home was better than his magic-filled tribe?

It was an absurd proposition and, looking at him, at the determination in his face, she knew she needed to be at her best for this.

And she was anything but.

Maybe if she had been speaking about it before today? Maybe she could make good on past encouragements? But how could she have done that at any point before today, when her ability to be understood only got worse the farther back they went?

It was…it was…so unfair.

“Katya,’ her male broke her thoughts, “You ok?”

Katya touched her cheeks and realized she was crying.

“I am ok,” she lied, “Whan are you leaving?”

“...tomorrow morning,” Mark said and Katya kept a sob in check.

No, no, now was not the time.

She laid with Mark that night. She squeezed his arm between her tits and wrapped her legs around his waist. She buried her face into his hair, and committed everything about him, from his smell to the texture of his touch, to memory.

There was no way he would be back if he went back to his tribe, Katya knew. Not as he was.

But HE was HERS. He belonged to her.

He was her fucking male.

No, if Katya did nothing, she would lose him for sure. Of that, she had no doubt.

So she had to play the only real option available to her.

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Mark yawned as he pulled on his sled.

It had taken him all night a good chunk of the morning to put it together, but he had already sorted out all the most valuable things that he could bring back.

It would taken him but a week to get this trip done. He’d go into town, trade in all that he had then come back with a new tent, new rope and enough food to make it through the winter in the hills.

It wouldn’t be easy and it wouldn’t be simple, but he knew he could do it. That they could do it.

He just needed to restock enough for it, that’s all.

“I beter not have to fight someone for cash,” Mark muttered as he pulled on his sled. The ground was cold and slightly frosty now, and he was generally going downhill. Given the topography of his home, there many dips that he had to climb out of but generally the trip back into town was much easier than the trip home.

This should have been easy.

But, instead, he was already sweating his balls.

“Fucking Gryphon,” Mark stopped pulling on his sled for a moment and cracked his back. The week of rest had done him good, but the bruises of the fight still mortified him when he worked too hard.

Apparently, they had made him weaker too.

Whatever, he’d heal in time. If God graced him, he’d even be well enough to make the trip back home.

So he took a hold of his sled again after his brief break.

And continued his Journey back to Camp Town.

All without noticing the long green ears poking out of his backpack.

Nor the furtive yellow hour-glass shaped pupils staring out of the small opening in its zipper.