The Frigid Wastes Part 3 (Commission for lobopunk93)
Story by The Hopeless Heathen on SoFurry
The thrid part of the Frigid Wastes series, featuring important plot development and a good bit of voyeurism.
This story was commissioned by lobopunk93 but uses characters of my own creation. If you have any comments, be sure to post it down below.
The wind ripped at the three figures crossing the barren Arctic wastes, rusting the polar bears' fur and threatening to rip the human's hood off his head. Yana was in the lead, her sword slung on her back as she marched confidently forward, followed by her mate, a human named Mark who'd come to this frozen hell expecting an entirely different experience. He clutched his coat tight against his body with one hand and held his hood down with the other, keeping himself as protected as possible from the stinging snowflakes. Andrei was bringing up the rear; Mark knew little about him save that he was subordinate to Yana, which was evident both in his mannerisms and his smaller frame. “Davay, krolik!" the chief called back, “We almost there!"
Mark's Jeep had been left behind, as was his expensive drone, his anti-bear shotgun, and his warm coffee pot. He wondered what would become of them in the snow and ice, whether they'd be preserved or absorbed into the frozen dunes when he got back. If he got back. Yana had made it explicitly clear she intended to take him as a husband with both broken English and the way she'd violently made love, and now that he was most of the way back to their home camp, the chances of him making it back to his Jeep were slim at best. “How much further?" he shouted over the wind, “I think I might be getting frostbite…"
“Oh, hush, krolik, no much further." The human was a tad envious of his imposing companion, both for her fur and her muscular physique. Mark looked down to her legs, admiring the thick sinew underneath her coat, the way she plowed through the snow effortlessly with her massive paws. Then his gaze climbed a bit higher, staring at her rump as his mind began to fog up with a twinge of lust. She'd stolen his sleeping bag to make new clothing for herself, fashioning it into a bright orange skirt, bra, and armband, but the new clothes did little to hide her wide hips. His mind began to drift into delightful memories of earlier that morning, with her gorgeous ass bobbing up and down on his lap, fucking him silly while showing off her goods…
“It is about seven hundred meters more." Andrei snapped Mark out of his daydreams with his matter of fact statement, making the human shamefully shift his gaze to the ground. “About half of a mile in amerikanskiy." Mark looked back to see the slimmer polar bear fiddling with his spear point, tying the jagged metal tip tighter with a bit of hide cord. That was another thing that Mark knew about Andrei: he had a far better grasp on English, and it sometimes seemed that he knew things about American culture. Maybe the bear was like Tyrion Lannister, making up for his lesser size and strength with knowledge. But how did he learn stuff as part of a primitive tribe? There probably wasn't a library he could have learned it from… was there?
The three continued on in silence for about 12 minutes more until they reached a sizeable icy wall. Mark kept walking until Yana gently grabbed him by the forearm. “Sasha, Sergei," she called out seemingly to the wind, “Ya vernulsya sta khoroshimi novostyami!"
Suddenly, two white figures stood up on the top of the ice wall, each shaking off a light dusting of snow and unknocking their bow. The polar bears had been nearly invisible in the snow with no clothes on, and they still didn't stand out much against the pale sky and clouds. “Chto eto sta toboy? Podozhdi, eto-"
“Da, eto chelovek," Yana replied as she raised Mark's arm above his head, “Pervy za mnogiye gody! Speshite e razoruzhite lovushki, stareyshiny dolzhny eto uvidet!"
“Da, mem!" One of the bears hopped down from atop the wall, then fiddled with something that sounded like metal before calling out “Vse chisto!"
Yana gave her human a small pat on the back before continuing onward, and as he realized that Andrei was advancing as well, Mark took the hint to move on. He crossed the threshold of the wall with a little bit of caution, a caution that sharpened into acute fear as he saw what the wall guard had been disarming. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie, with jagged metal spikes affixed to a bar that would swing forward when triggered. Looking down, Mark could see the faint outline of a pressure plate in the snow, and he took great care in stepping around it. The bear had apparently given the all clear, but he didn't want to risk getting impaled with no chance of medical treatment.
His paranoia eventually lessened enough for him to look up from the ground, and he was confronted by a strange sight, to say the least. At first, he thought it was some kind of trailer park, with several shelters on wheels clustered around a big clearing and surrounded by the ice wall. Then he realized that the shelters looked more like gypsy wagons than propper trailers, and wondered whether the polar bears were somehow related to traveling and trade. Then he realized that all the wagons were built from what almost looked like military vehicles, with industrial rivets and stencil-painted symbols peeking out from the overlapping plates and hide adornments. Where the hell did they get all this stuff?
As he scanned over the area, taking in all the wagons and the polar bears going about their daily routines, Mark's attention gradually focused on the largest shelter in the circle, which faced the ice wall's gate and was adorned with all sorts of livery. There were lots of bells, painted hides, mirrored bits of metal, and strange runes across the wagon, and he got the feeling that the head honcho probably lived there. “That your place?" he asked Yana, nudging her with one elbow and pointing to the heavily decorated home. “Looks pretty."
Yana grinned, looking down at Mark and enjoying his naivety. “No, that not mine. That mine," she said, pointing to the wagon right beside it; it was a bit smaller, but still well-adorned and cozy-looking.
Somehow Mark didn't understand what she'd said and pointed insistently back at the big wagon. “But I thought you said you were the chief? Shouldn't you get the biggest one?"
She was about to reply when Andrei stepped in, answering in a calm tone. “She is chief, true, but she is second to the elders. That home belongs to her parents, the ones we go to see now."
“Wait, we're going to see your parents?" Mark began to notice the other bears pausing in their work as he neared the middle of the camp, either silently staring or quietly whispering amongst themselves. He hardly enjoyed the feeling of being paraded in front of the crowd like some kind of golden calf, and the more eyes were on him, the more he regretted ever leaving the Jeep. Once he finally entered the inner circle, other polar bears began exiting their wagons to get a look at Yana's prize. The last to exit were the occupants from the big one straight in front of them, two bears who Mark now knew must be her parents. Both were clad in colorful clothing, stitched together from bright cloth and formed into tunics that went down to knee level. Yana's mother, a bear even taller and more muscular than her daughter, had on a bra and a shoulder cape of bright red fabric, as well several pieces of bone jewelry and a belt with a wide-bladed knife. Yana's father, however, was shorter and a little on the chubby side, and to Mark's surprise, one of his legs terminated in a crude peg leg instead of a foot. The old bear walked down the steps of the wagon with the help of a surprisingly pristine cane, standing next to his burly wife as the two of them looked their guest over.
“Stareyshiny, ya predstavlyayu vam Mark," Yana said with confidence, “Pervogo chelovek za pyatnadtsat let." There were some light gasps from the crowd, but the two bears in front of Mark hardly reacted. They seemed to still be sizing him up, and he couldn't tell if they were looking for a fight or slavering over a meal. No, wait, Yana specifically said he wasn't for eating or sacrificing, she'd said… she said people would want to fuck him.
As Yana's mother stepped forward to get a closer look, Mark's mind shot off on a rather odd tangent: he realized that she didn't just have bigger muscles, she had bigger everything. Bigger hips, bigger thighs… bigger tits, a bigger ass… part of him wondered how he'd handle an even bigger version of Yana, whether all that muscle and all those curves would be too much for him to manage. All of that dissolved, however, when she got up close and personal, and looking up into her deep brown eyes, he could see that she had no intention of treating him as anything other than property. “Mark, this Masha," Yana explained, “She my mother and elder of tribe."
The human was about to introduce himself when Masha grabbed him by the jaw, hoisting his chin up like she was trying to look down his nostrils. Then she wormed the claws on her other paw between his lips, and before he could do anything to stop her, she pried his mouth open and began inspecting his teeth. “Hmm, kazhetsya zydorovym…" Terror washed over Mark, making him sit still in stunned silence as she wiggled a few of his teeth. He had almost worked up the courage to object when she suddenly let go, then met his eyes for a moment before grabbing the front of his coat. She stuck her nose into the gap between his chin and his jacket, snuffling around for something like a truffle pig. He didn't dare to push her away, but he did breathe a gentle sigh of relief when the huge polar bear pulled back. “Yego zapakh vise yeshche chist e svezh; yu nego dolzhno byt pripasy poblizosti." She then looked over Mark's shoulder at Andrei, who was standing at attention as he awaited orders. “Voz'mi dvukh okhotnikov e naydi yego bazu," she commanded, “Verni vse, chto smozhesh nesti."
Andrei nodded, gave a quick salute, then turned and marched off, leaving Mark and Yana standing in front of the elders. Masha continued to stare down at the human accusingly for a few more seconds, making him wonder what exactly she was mad at him about. Did she hate humans in particular? No, there was something more, something else behind that stoic expression…
“Yana, idi otdykhay se chelovek," the huge bear commanded, “A uveren, chto eto byl dolgiy put, chtoby dobrat'sya syuda." Yana nodded, then began to lead her prospective mate to her own wagon, keeping an air of formality like these were her bosses instead of her parents. As he glanced back, however, he thought he could see a tiny smile gracing the elder's lips, almost like they were proud of their daughter for kidnapping a photographer and forcing him into marriage.
Mark followed Yana up the stairs to her wagon, taking in all the little charms and knick-knacks hanging from the roof's edge. It was a lot like the elder's, with shiny bits of metal and small bells mixed with bone charms and little dreamcatcher thingies, and although it wasn't the biggest wagon in the camp, it was obvious Yana was in high standing. The message was driven home even more as he stepped inside: every surface seemed to be covered in a hodgepodge of colorful materials, from a bright red tablecloth to the royal purple sheets on the king-sized bed. The left wall was just a large counter, with metal cabinets overhead and a small window looking outside. On the right was a small table right beside a second window, set with scattered wooden dishes and a small wire lantern. The bed was draped in soft cotton sheets, with a stitched animal hide blanket folded up by the foot of it. Mark quickly remembered to close the door, and once he did, he realized that the whole space seemed surprisingly warm; it was then that he noticed the small vents near the foot of the bed, and part of him began to wonder whether something was heating the wagon from beneath.
His inquisitive thoughts didn't last long, however, as Yana began crawling up onto the bed for a nap; he caught a quick glance up her skirt before she fully lay down, and that little glimpse of her nethers was all it took to get his mind going. The black lips framed with white fur brought back all sorts of memories, most enshrined in an intimate haze. Mark suddenly realized he was feeling awfully hot in all his winter gear, and with the warmth of the wagon, he probably didn't need any of it. The human quickly stripped down to his shirt and sweatpants before hopping into bed with the big polar bear, the mattress squeaking a bit on surprisingly strong springs as he crawled up beside her, awkwardly looking up at the ceiling for a bit with a major tent in his pants. Yana made no move on him, however, and Mark got to thinking that maybe she wanted him to make the first move. After rolling onto his side, he ran his fingers gently down her belly, cuddling up closer as they got down to her waistband. “Mmmm…" he purred, “You wanna have some fun?"
“Mrrrgh…" Yana drearily rolled toward Mark, looking down at his crotch for a moment before meeting his gaze. “Too tired. I give all you want in morning, okay?"
Mark shifted his attention to her big, furry breasts, groping them through her new bra. “Come on, you can't be tired already… please?" He reached around to her back and began picking at the knot, which quickly loosened and came undone after a moment. “I promise I'll make it worth your while…"
“Mmm…" Yana slipped off the bra before reaching one paw down, hooking his waistband with her claws and tugging it down. “One bit," she said as a small grin spread across her face, “Then we sleep." Mark didn't hesitate to pull down his pants and underwear the rest of the way, and Yana quickly moved things along by grabbing ahold of his shaft, stroking his already stiff member with speedy efficiency. After a tiny groan of pleasure, Mark rolled onto his back before reaching out and groping Yana's tits. They were just so big and soft that he couldn't resist, and a dreamy smile spreading across his lips as he fondled her big furry melons. The big bear enjoyed it when the human played with her body and quickly rewarded him by reaching down and stroking his balls as well. Her leathery pads gently caressed the sensitive organs, enhancing the feeling of her fast-paced handjob and getting Mark distracted enough that he let go of her chest.
“Mmmm… oh yeah, just like that," Mark groaned, “Gahhh…" Yana's tight paw was working wonders on his cock, and he could feel himself well on the way to a climax. He gently squirmed as she stroked him with a firm grip, holding his stiff member nice and tight while keeping the friction pleasurable. After a moment, however, he decided that his partner could use some love too; fighting through the haze of bliss, he scooted up beside her and took one big nipple in his mouth, suckling on it to the rhythm of Yana's paw. This, in turn, made her sigh happily, and she moved her free paw down under her skirt to her groin and began rubbing at her squishy little clit. Both of them were moaning in tandem pleasure, loving each other's intimate moves and treasuring the feeling of mutual enjoyment. The more sophisticated thoughts of romance gradually devolved into more primal pleasure as the two lovers continued, with Mark becoming more distracted in his suckling as he neared an orgasm. As Yana's firm grip brought him to the edge, he let go of her tits and looked into her warm brown eyes. “Yana… mrrrrrr… think I'm gonna… rrrrrrgh!"
The big, busty bear didn't stop for a moment, continuing to stroke his shaft with her massive paw even as spurts of sticky cum started flying. Some of it landed on Mark's belly while the rest got caught up in the fur of Yana's paw. She didn't seem to mind, however, cracking a warm smile as she watched her soon-to-be mate squirm in a haze of bliss. He was so cute when he was in the middle of cumming, moaning and wriggling around for a minute as she milked every drop of seed from his member. It wasn't that much of a climax, however, since he regained his senses fairly quickly, and as he let out a sigh of contentment, Yana began to focus on her own pleasure.
“Grrrh… pochti gotovo…" The leathery pad of her paw continued to rub at her soft clit, sliding around in the slick fluids of her arousal, but just as she was about to cum, she felt something small and nimble worm its way into her loins. She looked over to see Mark grinning amorously, his hand two knuckles deep in her soaking snatch; his insistent massaging of her firm g-spot got took her over the edge, and as her loins began to pulse, she let out a long moan of pleasure. Mark sincerely enjoyed the feeling to the bear's slippery insides squeezing against his fingers, pulling him deeper and making him want to take things to the next level. With his free hand, he reached out and fondled Yana's gently wobbling chest, thinking about what he could do to her next. His dick wouldn't get hard for a little while, but that wouldn't stop him from playing with her tits… or maybe he could try eating her out again, this time without getting nearly smothered. A plethora of erotic possibilities flashed through his brain, but as the beautiful bear began to relax, he decided he'd honor her wish to get some rest.
Yana leaned over and kissed him on the forehead once she was finished cumming, then began lapping up both of their juices with her long tongue. It only took a minute for her to clean her paw and Mark's crotch, which was followed by her sitting up, leaning down, and licking away her excess pussy juice. Seeing her bent over and almost eating herself out almost made the human pop another boner, but he was satisfied enough my the handjob that he just slipped his underwear back on and snuggled up against Yana under the warm covers. She let him lay down on top of her, using her big, furry breasts as pillows and hugging her muscular body like a giant teddy bear. Both of them drifted off to sleep in a happy haze, thinking about each other's bodies rather than the events to come.
Foggy visions of weddings and lovemaking drifted through Mark's mind, right up until some corner of his brain decided it was time for his slumber to end. The human gradually regained his senses as his eyes cracked open, and he quickly became aware of his body's demands. There was some mild hunger, a sticky feeling in his groin, some minor circulation issues where Yana had been laying on his arm, and, most glaring of all, the universal need to take a piss. He gently began sliding off of Yana's rising and falling chest, moving under the covers until he got to the edge. As his bare feet reached the ground, he realized the floor, as well as the wagon itself, seemed oddly warm for an arctic night. He pondered the thought for the five minutes it took him to don his winter gear, and by the time he quietly slipped out of the door, he decided the wagons had some sort of automatic heating system.
It didn't take long for him to circle around to the back of the wagon and relieve himself, but in those seconds, he heard the faint sounds of a not-so far off conversation. Part of him thought he shouldn't eavesdrop on his hosts, but as he zipped his snow pants back up, Mark decided it couldn't hurt to listen in. He crept closer toward the voices, halfheartedly hiding behind one of the elder's wagon's wheels, and as he did so, he saw that the two bears talking were none other than Yana's parents, Masha and… Masha's husband. They looked engaged in a fairly serious discussion, standing a few feet from each other in the snow.
“Pochemu ty tak volnuyesh'sya?" the father asked, “Yana dostatochno vzroslaya, chtoby vybrat sebe paru, i ona uzhe byla odna."
Masha shook her head, seemingly in disagreement. “Delo ne v tom, chto ona gotova, a vy chelovek. Ya yemu ne doveryayu, tem boleye chto on amerikanskiy. Otkuda my znayem, chto on ne privedet svoikh druzey se oruzhiyem, kak tol'ko naydet bazu?"
The husband stepped forward, taking his wife's paws with tender compassion. “Ya uveren, chto tvoya mat skazala to zhe samoye obo mnye," he said with a slight chuckle, “Posmotri, kak khorosho u nas poluchilos."
His wife couldn't help but grin, looking off to the side as if remembering a fond memory. “Pravda, no vy ne izvrashchenets-kapitalist, kotoryy prodast svoyu mat za yedu."
“Ty ne dumayesh, chto ya izvrashchenets?" Mark could feel the tension in the air, and from the mischievous glint in the male bear's eyes, he was planning on doing something fun. “Tak chto dlya menya bylo by sovershenno nekharakterno delat… eto!" Without warning he lunged forward and reached around his wife's back, undoing the knot in her bra with surprising dexterity before darting backward. He then flaunted it with a devilish grin, daring her to take it back. “Davay, ty znayesh menya luchshe chem eto."
“Otday eto, Tolya!" she cried, her voice a curious blend of annoyance, amusement, and arousal. The big bear made a swipe for the garment, but her smaller husband easily ducked under it, coming up right in front of her breasts.
Before she could stop him, he began sloppily kissing all over her soft, furry chest, suckling on her nipples and even motorboating her for a little bit. Mama bear hardly seemed to mind, however, and seemed to grow more intimately interested in her husband as he continued to make out with her tits. “Yest moy satry drog, kotory deystvitel'no khotel by vstretit'sya se vami," the husband purred, “Ili, po krayney mere, vstretit vashi krasivyye sis'ki…"
“U menya yest neskol'ko druzey, kotorye vam mogut ponravit'sya," his wife replied, her paw slipping down under his tunic as she got more into it. Mark could see his expression light up as she found his member, and he knew from his time with Yana how good a polar bear's paw could feel. The two bears went on groping eachother for a few seconds more before the wife pulled away, leading her husband back around to the front of the wagon by his stiff cock. “Davayte zaydem vinutr e pokazhem etu krovat ve tyazheloye vremya."
Mark remained half-crouched behind the wheel as the two frisky creatures rushed to the front and scrambled into the door. He heard it shut hard behind them, then flinched as the wagon violently rocked downward. After listening to the telltale sounds of someone getting fucked hard for a moment, the human decided to get back to Yana; it'd be weird to listen in on her parents screwing, and he doubted he could explain being crouched behind their wagon if anyone spotted him. Mark began sneaking off as quietly as possible, doing his best to muffle the crunch of his boots in the heavy snow as if Yana's parents could actually hear him over their lovemaking. Just go back to bed, he thought, you've no business spying on them, and Yana will give you all you could ask for in the morning. Besides, don't want to get caught as a- “GAAAH… O, BLYAT!"
The apocalyptic roar of pleasure had come from the elder's wagon, and Mark's curiosity quickly became far more convincing. What could've persuaded her to make such a noise… his mind promptly came up with a bunch of scenarios, all of them worthy of a closer look. There was still the danger of getting caught, however… eh, he hadn't seen any bears besides the two elders out that night. After quickly scanning the area and seeing nothing but snow and gypsy wagons, Mark looked over the side of the rocking vehicle for some handholds. After a moment's planning, he stepped up to a ledge below the window using the tire, letting him just peek over the windowsill to see what was going on.
The very first thought that crossed his mind was “Oh, so that's why the wagon is shaking." The second was “Holy shit, he's hung like a horse," and the third was something along the lines of “This was definitely worth it." The two elders were hardly living up to their title and were going at it like a pair of… well, like a pair of rabid bears. Masha was lying on her back halfway onto the bed, with legs and hips dangling off the edge. Each frenzied thrust from her husband sent her tits swaying in the same direction, and the whole wagon rocked from the impact. Her eyes were rolled back, clouded with pure bliss as she let out another wail of pleasure, and her expression of frazzled enjoyment was something he'd only ever seen before in porn. The husband had her legs over his shoulders and was viciously fucking her, slamming his dick home as he growled some half-heard dirty talk. “Tebe nravitsya eto?" he groaned, “Tebe nravitsya moy chlen vnutri tebya?" His wife replied with another spirited moan, incoherent from the pounding she was getting.
This went on for a little while, with Mark watching enraptured, but Masha suddenly seemed to call for a pause. “Trakhni menya, kak suka ya!" she cried, and her husband quickly backed off. The hulking she-bear quickly flipped herself over, got onto her paws and knees, then gave her ass a hearty slap to invite her husband. He practically leaped onto her like a rabid dog, effortlessly sliding inside before latching onto her tits with his hands. The peg-legged sex fiend then began fucking her once again in time with some extra groping and nipple teasing, making his wife almost scream with enjoyment. From his little vantage point, Mark could see every juicy detail of their lovemaking; Masha's pussy was soaking wet, dripping vaginal fluids onto the sheets as her husband's massive member penetrated deep inside her. His mind began to fantasize about what the husband was feeling, how tight she was, how warm, how much her body squeezed against him as he continued to breed her. The human could feel a tightness growing in his pants, but before he could do something about it, the husband suddenly slowed down.
“Noga snova kapriznichayet, khochesh vzyat verkh?" Masha nodded in response, and her husband took a moment to pull out with a delightful schlorping sound. Mark figured they were going to change positions again, but he didn't expect what came next; Masha grabbed her smaller husband by the waist and did a three-quarter turn before slamming him onto the bed, making a few of the little bells on the roof ring as the wagon rocked. She then swiftly straddled him and got herself lined up, grinding her hips against him for a moment before slipping him back inside. Both bears groaned as they coupled once again, but it only took a moment for Masha to get to work. She began sliding her slick pussy up and down his cock with practiced finesse, but it quickly gave way to full-on slamming as she picked up the pace. The wagon was bouncing up and down even more as her massive weight slapped into his pelvis, creaking the suspension and making the collection of knick-knacks around the edge of the roof tinkle together. Inside, a few items began sliding off tables and shelves, but the two lovers hardly seemed to care. Mark was starting to have issues with holding on, but even if he didn't have a view, it would have been quite the show. Wet slapping and bestial roars filled the air, coupling with the sounds of the wagon shaking to make it seem like a maelstrom of wild lovemaking. Mark could see Masha's body jiggling wonderfully with each movement as well as where her husband was penetrating her snatch, and despite his issues with gripping, he reached one hand down to his groin and started rubbing. Had it not been freezing cold, he might have unzipped and started jerking off, but for now, he was content massaging his boner through his snow pants.
Suddenly, the bears shifted position again, with Masha standing up just enough to turn around and go into reverse cowgirl. Mark was delighted to be able to see her big squishy tits bouncing once again, but after a moment he realized she was looking right at him, not just in his vicinity, but right at his face, and he could see the glint of recognition reflected in her warm brown eyes. Part of him wanted to run, in the hopes that she might be too busy to come after him, but his thoughts of flight were stopped by a simple observation: she was grinning at him. Not only that, the elder bear seemed to love being on display and continued her wild fucking with primal ferocity. She leaned back a bit to give the human a better view, showing off her soaked pussy while rubbing at the clit. Her husband was really stretching her out and was definitely hitting her g-spot, making her feverishly moan with pleasure as the first signs of an impending orgasm showed. From the husband's growls, he was getting close too, and Mark just stared in awe as they went into the final stretch.
Masha switched back to leaning forward, tits bouncing with each thrust and her paw furiously massaging her clit. The big bear began to slow down her thrusts just a tad, eyes rolling back with bliss, then slammed herself down onto her husband's girthy cock as she let out a roar of pure ecstasy. Her lover came just a few seconds later, letting out a similar sound as he put in a few last thrusts. Bits of sticky cum began leaking out the sides, dripping onto the sheets and into their fur; Mark could practically feel the male's balls pumping, and could only imagine what it felt like to be spurting seed into something that big. He had some idea in his time with Yana, but their primal ferocity… god, that must be something else. The big female bear then pulled off her husband with a loud slurping sound, letting his seed dribble onto the sheets as she leaned over to the window Mark was using. “Luchshe zakryt eti okna," she said as she slid the shutters into place, “Ne khochu, chtoby kto-to zaglyadyval."
As Mark hopped off the wagon into the snow, he could feel a bit of stickiness in his groin but wasn't all that surprised that he'd creamed his pants. Nothing he'd seen before coming here could have compared to that, with all the wild lovemaking of amateur passion porn and none of the shitty camerawork. As the human walked back to Yana's wagon, part of him thought it was gross that he'd been a peeping tom, but he quickly got over it when he remembered Masha grinning lustily at him. Once inside, he slipped off his winter gear with thoughts of fornication and lust swirling about in his mind, then gently crawled back into bed on top of Yana. It had been a long day, and he could use some rest.
But rest, it seemed, wanted nothing to do with him. He tossed and turned as he heard another bout of violent sex coming from the elder’s wagon, each moan and scream and bounce driving him mad. His hardon was almost poking a hole in his pants as he tried to get to sleep, and his mind spun with wild, amorous fantasies. A few times he accidentally bumped into Yana’s furry bulk, and part of him was afraid he’d wake her up, but she was utterly dead to the world. It went on like this for god knows how long, with Mark getting no release despite all his wild imaginings. He didn’t know how he’d survive the night, up until a strange thought crossed his mind.
The human sat up and looked down at the bear next to him, looking over her body with smoldering lust. She still had on some clothes, but with plenty of fur still showing, Mark couldn’t help but look away. Maybe there was a was he could soothe himself, the human thought… no, no, that was crazy, he couldn’t get frisky with Yana while she was asleep… could he? Well, maybe… part of him guessed she wouldn’t mind it all that much, especially given how much she’d loved porking him. He reached out one hand and gently took hold of one squishy breast, gently squeezing to gauge her reaction. Nothing. As he slid one hand down her thigh to test something else, he wondered what’d happen if she woke up in the middle of it; would she be angry, or would she enjoy it? His fingers pulled up her skirt a bit before venturing further, brushing against her vulva while watching her reaction. All she did was murmur slightly, and to his surprise, she spread her legs just a tad. Taking this as a good omen, Mark went a step further, sticking two fingers into his mouth before pressing inward. He thought she’d definitely wake up from the penetration, but she merely spread her legs a bit further as she whispered “Krolik...”
Spurred by the ravenous rocking of the elder’s wagon, he decided to go all the way with his little plan, pulling down his pants and freeing his throbbing cock. He then crawled down between her legs, heart aflutter with churning guilt. Should he really do this? The big bear gently stirred as he applied an extra helping of spittle to help lube her up, making him worry that she could wake any second. Maybe he shouldn’t do it, maybe he should wake her up first… but he was so pent up that he couldn’t help but continue. As the creaking of the neighbor’s wagon continued to fill the air, he lined the tip of his cock up with her little lips and found that she’d already gotten a tad wet on her own. Mark pressed in, letting out a light groan of pleasure as her warm insides slid down his shaft; she was just as tight as when she was awake, and he could swear she was squeezing down on him automatically. After looking at her face one last time, he decided to take it all the way and shifted his gaze to the bouncing wagon next door.
Mark quickly picked up his pace to match that of the elders next door, humping against Yana’s furry body as she gently squirmed in her sleep. He didn’t understand what they were moaning, but the tone definitely sounded like something you’d scream while being fucked hard. Each thrust inward, rocked Yana’s body backward a tad, her tits swaying gently as Mark continued to make love to her. He couldn’t help but go faster, slamming into her warm, slippery pussy with lusty gusto; he thought for sure she’d wake up, but all she did was spread her legs a bit more and lightly moan in her sleep. “Mmmm, khoroshiy krolik,” she murmured, “Idti bystreye…” Fucking her like this certainly felt different, what with her not pinning him to the ground, and he had to admit he kind of liked being in control for once. What little guilt remained was overshadowed by the raw pleasure of the act, of having his cock buried in her delicious folds as he went at his own pace, and the sight of her tits bouncing along made it all the better.
He was getting close to cumming, and from the noises the elders were making, so were they. He tried to manage the pressure in his groin by slowing down, but he was far too into it to care. Each squelching push inward brought him ever closer to the edge, and part of his rational mind wondered whether he should pull out; it’d probably be difficult to explain why she woke up with sticky stuff between her legs… but cumming inside just felt so good… eh, he could clean her up once he was finished. As he reached the brink of climax and put in a few last spirited thrusts, he heard what sounded like the cry of an orgasming banshee from next door, which was just enough to send him toppling over the edge. With his apprehensions suspended, he thrust as deep as he could into her body, spurting his seed into her as he moaned in satisfaction. Yana reacted by gently squeezing him between her legs, letting out what sounded like a satisfied sigh. As he flopped down on top of her furry body in a post-coital haze, he was pretty sure she’d enjoyed it too, whether in a pleasant dream or hanging on the edge of consciousness.
After a moment to cool down and get his bearings, he pulled out with a quiet slurp and set to work cleaning both himself and her up. It didn’t take him to get the job done with some rags, and once he finished, he flopped back down on top of the big polar bear like it was his rightful place. It only took him a few seconds to drift off after the satisfying exertion of lovemaking, and as he did, he wondered how much of it Yana would remember.
Mark was brought back to the waking world by a little sliver of sunlight leaving into the wagon, but what fully brought him to consciousness was the feeling of something warm, tight, and wet sliding up and down his erect cock. His eyes snapped open, and he was greeted by the beautiful sight of Yana's melons swaying over him. “Dobroye utro, krolik," she purred without missing a beat. “Mmmm… enjoying show?"
A brief spike of panic ran through the human's mind, but it quickly subsided once he realized she was talking about right now. “Mmmph, yeah," he groaned, “Just a bit faster… ahhh, right there." Yana must've been fucking him for some time, seeing as how he already felt pressure in his crotch; it was a bit weird waking up in media res, but that didn't dull the pleasant feeling of Yana's soft fur and warm snatch. He reached up and groped her chest as she continued humping against him, feeding her arousal and getting them both a bit closer to the brink. They went on for a few minutes more before Yana finally came, and the big bear pressed her furry crotch flush to Mark's. “Gahhh… there you go…"
The contracting muscles in her pussy squeezed and pulsed, drawing the human over the edge alongside her. Mark let out a long moan of satisfaction as he started pumping his seed into Yana, each spurt getting nice and deep into her loins. It felt like it had been forever since he'd creamed her, and his balls gladly squirted everything they had into her snatch one blast at a time. Both of the unusual lovers writhed with pleasure, Yana enjoying the feeling of being filled and Mark enjoying the bear's soft body. Once they both relaxed a bit, the human leaned up and kissed the bear right on the clavicle, and she responded by hugging him tightly. “Khoroshiy krolik," she purred next to his ear, “You make fine mate." The thought of being married set off a small spark of terror, but it was utterly muffled by cozy post-coital lust. Living with the bears, being Yana's husband, and leaving his old life behind was starting to seem less intimidating, becoming more and more like a fantasy made flesh each time he was in his lover's arms.
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