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If you're wondering why I'm not putting this one behind a paywall, it's because I've more or less given up on Patreon; going to all the hassle of setting up special bonuses just isn't worth $5 a month. Due to this, I probably won't be continuing any of my personal stories, unless I wind up having a surplus of both time and money (which isn't likely).

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Three weeks ago, if you had told Mark that he'd be living with a tribe of anthropomorphic polar bears, he'd have thought you were crazy; now, he felt that sitting by a fire with his giant, furry wife was as mundane as could be. A pan of fish sizzled over the fire, grease bubbles popping as the scales turned a nice, crispy brown. Yana was devouring a hunk of seal meat, using Mark's own survival knife to dice off chunks that she popped into her mouth. The rest of the tribe was milling about around them, doing their various chores, all while giving the human nary a glance. And Mark… well, he was just trying to hold down his body's many appetites.

“How long until the fish is done?" His stomach was beginning to growl, and the smell of frying cod wasn't helping.

Yana took a moment to poke a hole in the scales with her knife, then sprinkled a bit of freeze-dried garlic on top. “Soon, krolik, soon. Meat not done quite yet."

Disappointment furrowed Mark's brow. “And you're going to be gone all night tonight?"

“Yes, all night. I go on big hunt, last to dawn."

Mark didn't look forward to having her big, empty bed all to himself. “You sure you can't come home early? What if you get lucky, catch enough part way through."

“Niet, krolik, it for good of whole tribe. You not want us to run out of food, do you?" She briefly eyed the human's nether regions, then friskily added, “Do not worry, I traknu tebya ve zemlyu in morning."

Well, it was better than nothing. The brief silence was filled by the sizzling fish, during which Mark's mind began to wander down contemplative avenues. He focused on something that Masha had said before, and after a moment, he decided to ask Yana about it: “Masha said this tribe was built by the USSR… did they make you fight in wars and stuff?"

“Well, krolik, I not alive during that time… barely remember what chelovek look like." When Mark still seemed interested, however, Yana decided it'd be best to recant her mother's old tales. “But Masha, oh, she fought in all sort of battle. They call her strashni medvied, demon in bear form… they fly her over world to kill men in mietzhernin states. They give her kalashnikov, but she just rip men in two with paws, crush skulls like egg." The thought of Masha literally ripping someone in half with her bare hands sent shivers down Mark's spine, mostly because he knew she could do it. God knows what else she could do to someone who invoked her wrath…

“She tell me once she flip over jeep," Yana continued, “All to crush three men. She strongest among us, and the yudi call her Premyr-Kandidat. I hope to be as strong as her… I pretty good already, but she can take down anyone in tribe. Once, she lift Bolshoy Ivan over head and slam him into ground… he not walk straight for rest of day." A warm smile graced her lips as she discussed her mother, but it didn't do much to curb Mark's abject terror.

Still, she probably wasn't a ruthless killing machine anymore… after all, she hadn't broken anything when they'd made love, and she'd apologized for giving him the cold shoulder. “That's all in the past though, right?" Mark asked, “She doesn't seem all that vicious."

Yana let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, she may be soft with age, but her claws just as sharp. Anyone govorit dermo, she throw them like dead seal, and just two moon ago, she kill bunch of poachers."

Poachers? She'd killed humans that recently? “W-what happened?"

“Some tupitsas thought the go kill polar bear, make big money or something. They get too close to camp, Masha goes out, kills them all. Brought back heads, too… not sure where they are. She very good at defending tribe, and I do best to live up to her."

So not only did Masha kill humans, she took their heads back as trophies like the fucking Predator. Back when she was screwing him, she could've popped his head off without even trying… he tried to imagine the sound his neck would make as it was ripped clean from his shoulders, further frightening himself with gory imaginings.

“Hey, what wrong?" Mark looked up to see Yana staring at him intently, almost with an air of concern. “You white as snow… more than usual. I not scare you, did I?" After the human shook his head, his polar bear wife gave him a gentle pat on the back, restraining her full rib-cracking strength. “Do not worry, Masha not kill you… so long as you be good."

Mark was about to reply in thanks when he heard heavy, crunching footsteps, and he turned to see two other irate polar bears carrying a seal. As soon as they got close, they dropped the massive carcass onto the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth. “Gde byl etot malenkiy ublyudok, kogda my poshli na okhotu?" one of them snarled at both Mark and Yana, “Ya dumal, ty skazal, chto on nachnet pomogat?" The other one echoed his sentiment with a low growl, making Mark wonder just what he'd done to piss them off.

Yana, however, wasn't the least bit fazed by their aggression. She stood to her feet with teeth bared, her voice stirring terror in her human mate. “On ne pomozhet tebe s kazhdoy malen'koy okhotoy, pridurok. Vy chestno nastol'ko slaby, chto vam nuzhna pomoshch etogo malen'kogo krolika?"

The other polar bear pointed an accusing finger at Mark. “Vse, chto on delayet, eto sidit i boltayet! On yel stolko zhe yedy, skolko i ostal'nyye iz nas, prishlo vremya yego vernut!"

“Dah, on chertovski bespolezen," the first concurred.

Mark could hear Yana's voice cooling with icy rage. “On rasplachivalsya za yedu so mnoy, i dazhe yesli by on ne byl, on vse yeshche moy muzh. Tebe budet razumno sledit' za svoim yazykom, chtoby ya ne vyrval yego iz tvoyey golovy."

Being in the middle of several angry polar bears did not seem like a good idea to mark, and he was just about to scamper behind Yana when he felt a massive paw on his shoulder. It wasn't his wife's, and once he heard the familiar voice that accompanied it, he realized who it was. “Gospoda, gospoda," Masha said, “Davayte ne budem prolivat' krov' na takoye trivial'noye delo." When the human looked up at the matron bear, he was quickly confronted by her massive rack, hanging halfway over his head like a pair of boulders ready to drop. You could just bury your face in them, surrounding your face in jiggly fur… and he had, which had been quite the treat. However, the tense situation stifled his more erotic fantasies, causing him to switch his gaze to her massive muscles; on the one hand, they might defend him, but on the other, they could easily wring his neck.

“Pitomets Yana ne delayet nichego, chtoby pomoch!" the bolder of the two complained, “Ona prosto derzhit yego kak seks igrushka, a on postoyanno istoshchayet nashe plemya!"

Mark could almost feel Masha raise a questioning eyebrow. “O, chelovek tyanul svoy ves," she cooly stated, “I yesli Yana khochet vernut to, chto on yest, ona mozhet zastavit yego delat vse, chto ona khochet. Vy znayete zakony plemeni, i vam sleduyet uvazhat' ikh… nezavisimo ot togo, naskol'ko vy zaviduyete toshchemu cheloveku."

The foremost bear faltered, both taken aback and angered. “Kakiye? Ya… ya nikogda-"

“O da, ya vizhu," Masha interrupted with a chastizing tone, “Kak ty smotrish' na nikh dvoikh. Ty dumayesh', chto ty namnogo luchshe yego, i vse zhe Yana ne razdvinula tebe nogi." Impotent rage broke out all over the male's face, and his companion looked like he was trying to fight down laughter. “Tebe ne pomeshayet nayti kogo-to yeshche, kogo ty budesh' olenet', kogo khuzhe u muzhchin." She waited a moment for her point to sink in, then turned to his companion with icy fire in her eyes. “Ty sobirayesh'sya pomoch Yana ubrat etu pechat," the massive bear commanded, “Yesli tol'ko vy ne khotite, chtoby ya snimal s vas kozhu, kak ya delal etikh brakon'yerov."

If the target of her anger had had skin, he would've turned as white as a sheet with fright. He immediately knelt down by the seal, using a flint knife to slice open its belly, glancing frightenedly at Masha every so often.

Masha then turned to the more outspoken polar bear, the fire in her eyes seeming to double in intensity. “A ve… ve prisoyedinites ke Tolya i Yana na nochnoy okhote. V kontse kontsov, eto spravedlivo, chto ve tyanete svoy sobstvennyy ves."

The polar bear's eyes went wide with outrage. “Kakiye? Ya uzhe poshel na okhotu, tupaya-" WHAM!

Neither he nor Mark saw the slap coming, and in a fraction of a second, it had swung its full arc. Masha's palm impacted the other bear's face with the force of a freight train, generating a sound like a punching bag being hit by a cannonball; it sent the polar bear staggering back a few paces, even though he looked to be made of pure muscle. By Mark's estimate, such a blow could smash a human skull into a hundred pieces, or even take his head off in a single swipe. The scary thing was, she probably wasn't striking with her full strength… Mark shuddered as he tried to imagine what she could do if she really put her mind to it.

The human looked to his wife to see whether or not this was normal, and he found her directing a withering glare at the male bear. Evidently, what he'd said was grievous enough to warrant such a blow, although Yana looked like she wanted to hit him a second time. Masha, however, stayed her hand, and after rubbing his sore cheek, the other bear slunk off without another word. His ears were folded back against his head in anguish, and his posture seemed to sag with shame, signaling he wouldn't make the same mistake again.

“Come with me, krolik," Masha purred, and Mark turned to find her looking intently down at him. Not wanting to earn a cataclysmic slap of his own, the human sprung to his feet, obediently stepping beside the massive matron. “Ya ponadoblyus tol'ko na mgnoveniye, Yana," she said to her daughter while pulling Mark aside. Yana nodded in acknowledgment, then got to work gutting the seal with the other bear's help.

Masha quickly began leading Mark away, her bulky arm draped over his shoulder like she was his old friend. It felt like she was gently pulling her into her side, pressing his head into the side of her breasts with a burly bicep. The human could already feel a stiffness growing in his snow pants, and it only intensified as he wondered what she wanted from him… as did a niggling thought of infidelity.

“You probably wonder what happen back there," Masha eventually said, “You not speak russkiy, yes?" After Mark nodded, she continued. “They think you not pulling own weight, just other mouth to feed, and Yana is fault for keeping you."

Mark's brow furrowed. “But I've been going out on hunting trips with Yana, haven't I?"

Masha chuckled. “That what Yana say… and what I say. Pytor always want Yana, and he jealous you get between her legs so easy. That why I slap him, no better way to get brain out of dick."

“I see…" It didn't take long for Mark to notice that Masha was taking him out toward the edge of the camp, and the further they got from the bustling heart of the village, the tighter the human found himself pressed to her tits. “Is that all you wanted to talk about?" he asked, already knowing the answer before she opened her mouth.

“Oh, no," the massive bear cooed, gradually stopping in the snow. She quickly stepped behind Mark, her paws landing on his shoulders, and the human could feel her massaging him through his many layers. “Once I done with Tolya tonight, I come for you… we go somewhere alone, somewhere no one find us." Her words dripped with bestial desire, and her paws kneaded ever harder into his shoulders. “Then, ya budu trakhat tebya vsyu noch naprolet… ty budesh krichat ot udovol'stviya, i eto zastavit menya iznasilovat tebya yeshche sil'neye." Mark had no clue what she was saying, but her tone came across clear as day, and his cock was getting rock-hard at the thought of what she planned to do.

The human hardly noticed when one hand left his shoulder and barely heard her bra slipping off, but he did notice when she pressed her tits over top of his head and forced him into her cleavage. “K rassvetu ya budu tak sil'no trakhat tebya," she growled, “Chto tvoy chlen gorit, tak chto tebe pridetsya pokhoronit yego v snegu." She wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him tight to her furry body, smooshing his head between her breasts like a ball of putty. “A potom, kak tol'ko tvoyemu chlenu stanet luchshe, i Yana otpravitsya v ocherednuyu okhotnich'yu poyezdku, my sdelayem eto snova… i snova… i snova… poka ya ne rastopchu tvoy taz v pyl."

She was a force of lurid nature, a towering, furry titan of sexual prowess, and Mark was helpless to resist. It felt so good to have his head between her massive melons, so good to have his body wrapped in her beefy arms, so good to have his nose filled with her musky scent… and yet, he knew he shouldn't give in so effortlessly. “What about Yana?" he asked, words muffled by fat and fur, “Should… should we be doing this behind her back?"

In reply, Masha let out a soft chuckle, a noise that Mark could almost feel. “Oh, do not worry," she purred, “Moya doch gone all night on hunt… tonight just between you and me."

Deep in his primal mind, Mark realized she was right, but that didn't stop him from musing out loud. “But… she's your daughter," he murmured, “Isn't that… wrong?"

“What wrong with sharing among semya? She not use you while gone, and it not like I screw her… kro'mie, you not want night alone." Silence reigned for a moment, as what little sound there was was muffled by Masha's massive rack. She gradually rocked back and forth, mesmerizing the human like a master hypnotist, and when she pulled away, it felt like he was waking up from a light doze. “Go back to Yana," the massive bear said, “Tell her I keep eye on you tonight."

“Yeah, sure." Mark gradually snapped out of his daze as he turned to leave and was sent on his way with a playful spank. It hardly hurt, but it spurred him to get right back to his loving wife. Thankfully, by the time he got back into the center of camp, his raging boner had softened to a slight bulge, and Yana didn't seem to notice anything was wrong.

“So, what Masha have to say?" Yana had made good progress with the other bear's help, and he seemed happy to take over as she stood up.

“Well, uh… she explained to me what that whole argument was about, and, uh… she wants to keep an eye on me tonight."

Yana raised an eyebrow, more out of curiosity than suspicion. “Why? You get in trouble?" When Mark didn't immediately answer, she crossed her arms over her chest, curiosity gradually turning into concern. “I would not think she stay by you for no reason…"

“She, ah, wanted to teach me some stuff… about hunting foxes."

“Hunting foxes?"

“Yeah… she wanted to see how quick I'd be, since fox hunting, uh, doesn't take much strength. That way, ah, I could pull my weight… more than I do already, I mean."

Yana's eyes locked with him, seeming to stare deep into his soul, prying loose all sorts of secrets from his brain. All of a sudden, the blood all over her paws was terrifying, the knife in her grasp poised to gut him like that seal, and even without it, he knew she could end his life in a heartbeat. When she began to step closer, his gaze immediately dropped to his boots, not wanting to somehow incur her wrath.

Something was up with her little husband, that much Yana knew. The human reeked of fear, wafting off him in great waves, and intermixed was the smell of her mother. That meant she had gotten her paws on him… all over him, if the scent was to be believed. She didn't know what had transpired between the two of them, but as she gently tilted his chin to look her in the eye, she decided it would be best to believe the worst.

“I will not pry into Masha's business," she solemnly declared, “But you should know: she dangerous. I see her rip men in half, no shred of mercy in her. She seem to like you, but if that turns, if she raises hand against you… I cannot stop her." The fear she smelled had doubled tenfold, making her wonder whether this was the best course of action… but if it came down to it, she couldn't bear to see her mother tear this little man to pieces. “I fear no one could… if you think she want to kill you, you leave, go into snow and not look back. I know you not last long, but it better chance than with her. Got it? You go and not look back."

Mark merely nodded, halfway convinced Masha was out to murder him. He could see the sincerity in Yana's eyes, clearer than ever before, which made her argument all the more convincing. After a moment, Yana let go of his chin and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder, prompting him to leave her to her butcher's work. Everyone in this damn village could kill him just like a rabbit, which made him worry about what Masha would do to him behind closed doors; unbridled, her strength would be enough to break every bone in his body, and it didn't sound like she wanted to gently make love. Then again, there wasn't much he could do about it… leaving camp was suicide, as was denying Masha her prize. He'd just have to meander around and wait for her to come and get him… which is just how he spent the rest of the day.

Once the sun had fully set, however, Yana quickly found him and put him to work. “We need spears," she said, “Get ones in cabin."

Mark knew just the ones she meant, and the task helped take his mind off the impending doom. However, as he ran up to their trailer, he couldn't help but hear a familiar squeaking of rusty springs, and after collecting the bundle of spears, he just happened to see Masha riding her husband's cock like there was no tomorrow. Her whole body was bouncing up and down, taking the entire wagon with it and sending her tits jiggling uncontrollably. It seemed she was giving him an intimate send-off for the all-night hunt, and Mark couldn't help but stare.

“Vy prishli domoy v bezopasnosti," he heard Masha moan over the creaking suspension, “Yesli niet, pomogi mne…"

“O, ty slishkom perezhivayesh," her husband replied, his face split in a grin as his paws groped her sizable rump. “Ya vozvrashchalsya mnogo raz, ne tak li?" It looked like he was pulling her down harder and faster, bringing the wet slapping and rusty squealing to a rabid crescendo. “Ty by prosto propustil moy chlen, ne tak li?"

It seemed like her husband was doing more and more of the work, and Mark could see Masha's face contorting with bliss. “Dah," she moaned, “Eto… tak… khoroshaaaaaaaaah!" Her whole body tensed up, and Mark could only imagine what it felt like to have her snatch clamped tight around his dick. However, he also remembered his duties, and quickly made his way back toward Yana's hunting party… but not before he heard one final, powerful squeak from the trailer's poor springs.

He arrived to find a small hunting party assembled, made up of six sizable fellows and led by Yana. All of them were suiting up for a hunt, strapping on knives, quivers, and spears like they were going out of style. His wife quickly took the bundled spears he offered her, and after passing them out, she decided to ask about the tardy member of her party. “You see Tolya? He ready yet?"

“Well, uh… not really. He's, uh… getting his peg leg on extra tight. Didn't want to lose it on the hunt."

Yana seemed to see right through the feeble deception, drawing on Mark's embarrassment and her own past experiences. “And she 'polishing his cane,' too?" she sarcastically asked, eyes rolling irately. Mark simply nodded, seeing as how she clearly knew what they were up to, and Yana let out an impatient sigh. “Pokhozhe, my budem kakoye-to vremya," she called out to the assembled party, “Stareyshiny b'yut odnogo pered okhotoy."

Grunts of annoyed acceptance arose from the other bears, all of whom seemed to have been held up by Masha's lust before. “Pochemu by nam prosto ne ostavit ikh?" one of them jokingly asked, earning a few chuckles from his companions. However, none of them seemed about to take any action, and they eventually went back to gearing up.

About four minutes later, Masha's husband emerged from the trailer, clad in an elk-hide gambeson that left his arms free. In one hand was his cane, and in the other was a bow, matching the quiver of arrows on his back. Mark noticed that his peg leg hardly seemed to faze him as he trudged through the snow… maybe all that screwing had limbered him up a bit.

“Masha vse gotova pomoch tebe odet'sya?" Yana sighed, some mixture of annoyance and relief showing on her face.

“O, ty znayesh, kak tvoya mat," he answered with a smile, “Ona nikogda ne pozvolila by mne uyti nepodgotovlennym."

“Konechna, ona delayet." After rolling her eyes once again at her tardy father, Yana turned back to Mark, her expression shifting to one of caring concern. Without saying anything, she pulled him into a warm hug, then sloppily kissed him on the lips as she pulled away. “You take care now, krolik, I return by morning. You just listen to Masha, and you stay fine… she may look tough, but she good teacher, and she protect you if anything wrong." She gave him another kiss on the lips, this one even longer than before. “Think you do that?"

“Yeah, I'll listen." He planted a kiss of his own on her lips, then let her pull away a bit more. “I'll be waiting for you come morning, and I'd love to help you unwind."

A small grin crossed Yana's face, and she gave her little human a quick peck on the cheek before heading off with the rest of the hunting party. Mark waved them goodbye until they were all the way out of the gate, remaining out in the snow until they'd vanished over the snowy hills altogether. He didn't want to seem unfaithful, even though his mind had already begun to ponder what Masha would do to him. Hopefully, it wouldn't last the whole night, and hopefully, he'd have enough energy in the morning to properly welcome Yana… but with his sexual monster of a mother-in-law, nothing was certain.

Thinking that the best course of action was to wait until most of the village had gone to bed, Mark headed back toward Yana's trailer, his mind still pondering what Masha had said to him in the morning. However, before he'd made it half the way there, the elders' front door burst open to reveal a completely naked Masha. “Idi syuda, malen'kiy krolik," she called out, curling one finger invitingly toward Mark. “Ty budesh provodit segodnya vecherom so mnoy."

Fearing what could happen if he refused, Mark quickly scampered over toward her, and as soon as he'd started up the steps to the door, Masha hoisted him up in a massive hug. Once again, he found his face pressed into her tits, but now his feet were dangling in the air. Her paw began tenderly petting his head like a lap dog, and her voice whispered seductively in his ear: “Ne volnuysya, ya sogreyu tebya segodnya vecherom… ya obernu tebya, kak pal'to, kotoroye ty tak sil'no lyubish, i pozvolyu tebe zakopat litso v moi sis'ki, kak kleshch." She was rocking him back and forth, too, lulling him into a state of cozy arousal. “Ya budu trakhat tebya vsyu noch naprolet, i yesli ty vse yeshche budesh stoyat utrom, Yana budet trakhat tebya, kogda vernetsya."

“Mmmmm… sounds like a plan," Mark murmured.

Masha sounded like she was going to say something else, but her attention was quickly grabbed by something off in the distance. “Vy, deti, luchshe lozhites spat!" she shouted into the distance while protectively clutching her prize. “To, chto tvoikh roditeley net doma, ne oznachayet, chto ya sam tebya ne otshlepayu!"

With that, she carried Mark inside the warm wagon and set him down, then turned and locked the door behind her. Mark could just barely hear two kids sniggering in the distance, obviously amused by his apparent fate. One of them said, “U nego bol'shiye problemy si Masha," and the other replied, “Da, yemu povezet, yesli on vyzhivet."

Once Mark took a second to examine the inside of the trailer, he realized it was somewhat similar to Yana's: a massive bed laid at the far end, several shelves lined the walls, and a tiny table sat on the left side. Where it differed was in the decorations, and what Masha had decided to put on the shelves; bone ornaments hung from the ceiling and walls, and the shelves were stacked with primitive-looking weapons and pots.

He didn't get much chance to admire the scenery, however, as Masha swiftly picked him up and chucked him onto the mattress. By the time he'd flipped over to face her, the matron bear was already upon him, and he quickly began stripping off his clothes out of reflex. “Did Yana tell you about our history?" Masha asked as Mark popped off his boots, “She say where we from?"

Mark continued with his undressing, removing his bulky outer coat. “She said you were made by the USSR, that they had you fight in their wars…" He paused for a moment, wondering just how much he should share, but quickly decided to spill it all. “She also said you killed people… a lot of people…"

“Oh, dah… I kill many men, men bigger than you…" As Mark continued disrobing, Masha helped him along by grabbing his waistband and pulling down both pants and underwear, revealing his already stiffening cock. Without warning, she dropped down and grabbed it with one massive paw, forcing the human's thighs apart to accommodate her bulk. “First, we fight povstantsy, silly men who want to get out. When bullet and tank not good enough, they send us, strashnyye medvedi…" With her big leathery paw, she began to stroke Mark's cock, slowly but surely causing it to stiffen. The human had stopped with his undressing, partly out of convenience, and partly out of fear. “We would rip men in two with paws, tear belly and rip guts, send other povstantsy run scared. Some unyvat, other obosralsya in pants… either way, they not povstantsy for long."

Despite the arousal blossoming in his loins, Mark's fear of Masha was beginning to return. Instead of her massive tits and soft fur, he focused on her sharp claws and pointy teeth, pondering just what she'd done to men in the past.

“Then, after Yana born, we fight back… flee to arctic, so we not their oruzhiye." Her grip seemed to tighten even further, right up to the verge of being painful. “They not like that, and they send men to kill us. I kill many more of ehs-ehs-ehs-ehr, spreading blood, gut, and bone in snow. One man, he like to hunt us for sport, then fuck girls he got alive… Boris, they call him. He even go after Yana, think I stop if she zakhvacheny. After I catch him, I not kill him quick, oh no… I choke him with paws." Suddenly, her grip went from firm to vice-like, causing Mark to let out a gasp of surprised pain. “It fun to watch life leave him, to see face turn purple as little man struggle for air… he fight hard not to die, but ublyudok still died." From there, her grip loosened, and she went back to idly stroking Mark's engorged member. “After he dead, I rip him in six piece, then put bits on poles… it was good message, sent rest of soldaty on run."

Although the lurid accounting scared him a bit, Mark could feel just a bit of arousal welling up as well, admiring her sheer prowess. “Mmmm, sounds like you were quite the warrior," he murmured, trying to muffle the primal fear in his gut.

“Dah, but I not much anymore…" Masha's stroking gradually became harder and faster, pushing Mark closer and closer to the edge with her paw. “Now I just fight off brakon'yery and debily like you. I only kill them when they hit first, I honorable… mostly, I bump on head and drag them away from tribe."

Although her stern grip started out a bit painful, Mark was beginning to enjoy the rough handling, and he relaxed back onto the bed with hands under his head. “Thanks for not doing the same to me," he sighed, watching Masha's sizable rack bounce with the force of the handjob. As she picked up the pace, waves of motion rolled through her fur, and the sight caused a bit of slick precum to dribble out of his tip.

“Oh, I would," Masha chuckled, “But you too cute, and Yana like you." After a moment, however, her tone grew more serious, and she glared into Mark's eyes. “Do not cum, we just getting started."

“You're the boss," Mark grunted in reply, fighting through the gasps and moans escaping his lips. Despite his concession, he could feel his body tensing for a powerful orgasm, his legs flexing and squirming like impatient snakes. Masha was hitting all the right buttons with her big paw, and it wasn't long before he was locked and loaded. “Fuck… gonna… cum!"

Right as he said the final word, and right as his seed pumped up from his balls, he felt the polar bear's grip increase a thousandfold, crushing his dick shut and forcing his cum back where it came from. The poor human was torn between orgasmic pleasure and painful pressure, and on top of it all, Masha began scolding him. “Niet, ne seychas! Ya dazhe blizko ne zakonchil se toboy."

After a few moments, the powerful pressure died down, and Masha's grip relaxed, leaving his manhood as stiff as a board. “Aww, what the hell?" he whined, “That-"

“Molchi." The order was forceful enough to stop Mark in his tracks. As Masha changed position, he realized why she'd been saving him: the matron bear swiftly brought her massive melons up, then down onto his groin, slipping his manhood into her furry cleavage. Just the jiggly softness and silky fur were enough to take his breath away, but once she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his tip, he couldn't help but moan. Her mouth was even more talented than Yana's, her tits were big enough to cover his whole groin, and his legs came to rest on either side of her torso, making him feel like his lower half was wrapped in a bearskin rug. It also left him powerless to stop her, and once Masha's predatory gaze met the human's eyes, a primal fear begged him to squirm away.

Mark didn't, however, partly because he didn't want to piss off the polar bear, and partly because it felt so damn good. While rubbing her tits on either side of his manhood, Masha was ravenously sucking at his tip, her loud slurping filling the room with excitement. Her human lover couldn't help but moan as she drank up his precum, squirming ineffectually against her sturdy might. Despite his best attempts to hold on, her lips and tits were driving him up the wall with pleasure, and the only reason he was able to last past four minutes was Masha's careful pacing. Every time he got near the edge, she'd sense his muscles tensing, and would slow down just enough to let his resistance build back up. She managed to edge him on for a full fifteen minutes, but when she finally stopped, it wasn't because he blew his load all over her face and breasts.

When Masha's ears swiveled backward, Mark hardly noticed, but when her warm mouth and luscious rack lifted off his groin, he let out a confused grunt of disappointment. The matron bear suddenly stood up, then stomped over to the door with irritation etched into her expression. “Wait, did I do something wrong?" Mark asked, but the only answer he got was when Masha swung open the front door.

The first things the human noticed were two figures just outside, small enough to be those two cubs from before. Right after spotting them, Mark was greeted by a blast of frigid air, causing him to curl up in what remained of his winter gear. It was then that he heard a primordial, almost demonic growl rumble forth from Masha's maw, and the sensation of sweat freezing on his skin became secondary to petrifying fear. “Yesli vy ne vernetes domoy v etot momient," she roared, “Ya sozhmu vas oboikh zhivym i sdelayu iz vashikh shlyap shlyapu! Tepier katis!"

Without wasting a single moment, the two cubs bolted away like two bats out of hell, and Mark might have joined them if he wasn't mostly naked. The intense lust he'd felt sputtered out as Masha slammed the door, but as she re-locked it, he realized she wasn't done with him yet… not by a longshot.

However, her terrifying demeanor faded after she shut the door, going from a rabid warlord to an exhausted mother. As she took a deep breath in, she cupped her jugs in her paws and lifted them up, then let them drop as she released the held breath. Their jiggling caught Mark's eye, making him remember just how fun it was to squish them with his hands, and as Masha came lumbering back over to the bed, they continued bouncing and wobbling like jelly-filled balloons. Lust had taken over his mind once again, and once Masha got close, the human quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes.

Masha wearily crawled onto the mattress, unintentionally showing off her magnificent haunches to her excited human lover. After resting her head on one of the huge pillows, she beckoned Mark over to her side. “Come, krolik… scoot up."

Mark didn't hesitate to comply, and what little space between them vanished as Masha pulled him toward her chest. His face wound up pressed into her furry cleavage, nestled between the warm balls of fur, and he was about to sidle a bit closer when Masha's paw reached down to his member. Between the cubs showing up and now, Mark had regained his rock-hard erection, and the polar bear didn't hesitate to carefully stroke it like a caring mother. “Those cubs have father on hunt," she sighed, “When he gone, they think they free to razgulny… I usually put them in place. I mother for most of tribe, but that what being elder about."

In the interest of not having his words muffled, Mark didn't reply, instead choosing to snuggle even deeper into her cleavage. The chill air had all but dissipated, and Masha was quick to warm him up, smooshing him into her fur with one burly arm. He would have been content to just lie there, his face buried in her tits like a tick while she jerked him off… but sadly, it wasn't to last. After a long and thoughtful silence, the polar bear pulled away, crawled to the foot of the bed, and got to her feet, quickly beginning to get dressed. “Odevat'sya," she said, “We go somewhere private."

Mark was more than a little confused and more than a little blue-balled. “Where are we going?" he asked, “Isn't your trailer private enough? Do we have to-"

“Zashikat. Do not question elder." Before Mark could reply, Masha tossed his underwear at him, signaling that it wasn't up for debate. He swiftly began the process of re-donning his clothes, but as he did so, he realized Masha was pulling something new from a drawer. It looked like some kind of medieval armor, forged out of soviet steel and adorned with carved bone. The breastplate fit her rack like a glove, and the skirt of armored strips just barely reached her knees, giving her the appearance of a mighty warrior. To top it all off, she threw on a crimson sash that went over her left shoulder, securing it to her hip with a pin. Once Masha was finished, she waited for Mark to get fully bundled up, then led the snowsuit-clad human out into the cold.

When the odd pair headed out past the gates, Mark hoped that there was some nearby hideaway that Masha was talking about, somewhere just outside the walls where they could get intimate. However, as they trudged on through the snow, the notion gradually wilted until it was a far-fetched wish, all while the cold kept on biting at his face. It felt like hours had passed before he finally saw the cave they were headed for, and from there, it took another fifteen minutes for them to reach it. Mark was overjoyed to finally get out of the howling wind, but he didn't realize just what was in the cave until Masha lit up a torch.

Sitting in the middle of the dark cave was a van, covered in a thin dusting of snow. It definitely wasn't Mark's, that much was certain; it was bigger, brighter-colored, and boxier than his own vehicle, looking like something straight out of the eighties. It was a stark contrast to the soviet wagons he'd been living in for the past few weeks, and Mark was somewhat surprised to see it was an American model… a Dodge B250 camper, if the scratched up nameplate was any indicator. “How the hell did this get here?" he asked, inspecting the weathered vehicle for clues.

“We find it ten years ago," Masha answered, “Left over by lake not too far from here. There was note inside, say owner out fishing, but over six months we see no owner, and van not move inch. We guess owner not around, so we take van, drag here, and use as camp for hunts." Someone had attached a few primitive sconces to the outside, and Masha slipped the torch she was holding into one. “Owner either dead or left… either way, no need van."

As Mark took a closer look, he noticed several signs of heavy use, including several deep gouges in the paint that looked to be caused by the bears. A couple of bone charms hung from the top and the side mirrors, and once Mark looked in through the tinted back windows, he saw that the back area was covered in a cozy-looking comforter.

“Tolya and me use it for special occasion," Masha continued, leaning up against the side of the van, “It good place to get away."

Although he almost instantly knew what she meant, Mark decided to ask for the sake of playfulness: “What kind of special occasions?"

Instead of answering, Masha simply grinned, then rocked the van back and forth with one paw to give Mark a hint.

The human could already feel his manhood stirring in his pants at the thought of what Masha was going to do to him, and decided it'd be best to do it out of the cold. “Alright, well… let's get in!"

With frisky enthusiasm, he grabbed the back door's handle, but when he tried to turn it, it barely moved an inch. He tried again, this time with both hands, but the rusty metal wasn't about to budge. Was it locked? Maybe, but the keyhole looked too damaged to be of use, and Masha didn't bring a key. Was it just the rust? Yeah, that was it… he could feel the metal grinding each time he turned it. However, despite his revelation, Mark was nowhere closer to getting it open. He pulled, he twisted, he pushed, even going so far as to try and rip the whole handle off. That effort was foiled by his hands slipping off, causing him to fall back into the snow and eliciting a chuckle from Masha. “You need help?" the big bear asked in between sniggers.

As much as hated to admit it, and as frustrating as it was getting cockblocked by a rusty door, Mark finally conceded. “Yes, I do," he sighed, “Do you know how to get this open?"

Masha walked around to the front, but instead of trying the handle, she pressed a small button on the left side of the door. Mark hadn't even noticed it was there, and once the back door popped open, his shame increased tenfold. “Come," the matron bear said as she opened it all the way, “Get tupaya zadnitsa in before dick freezes off." Her human didn't hesitate to jump inside, and after following him, Masha closed the back door with an ominous thunk.

Much to Mark's relief, the van had the same cushy comforts as Yana's trailer, with pillows and duvets layered on top of a mattress to create quite a cozy bed. To top it off, the windows were tinted, adding an air of privacy to the comfortable vehicle and making it the perfect place for some wild rutting. He didn't hesitate to start stripping off his clothes, starting with his boots and working his way upward, exposing his skin to the rapidly warming air.

At some point during the time-consuming ritual, Masha had removed her own clothing, and as he tossed his boxers into the corner, the massive bear pounced on top of him. She didn't hesitate to begin making out with her human plaything, holding his head still while her tongue pressed past his lips, and instead of resisting, Mark gave as good as he got. Their tongues rubbed all around each other, trading spit and passion in equal measure, all while Mark's hands grabbed hold of her rack. The massive melons threatened to crush him, each as big as a basketball and five times as weighty, but where his hands pressed and groped, they squished and flowed like putty. He could have spent hours crushed under her soft, furry mass, his erection rubbing up against her belly and his mouth locked with hers… but both of them knew this was just the beginning.

By the time Masha finally pulled away, their friction and body heat had seeped into the chill air around them, fogging up the windows and cloaking them in cozy warmth. Although her lips were no longer against his, a bridge of slimy spittle hung between them, a bridge that quickly dribbled back into Mark's mouth. “Ty ne plokhoy," the polar bear purred, “But I not here for kiss…"

Mark mirrored her amorous grin, half-lost in pure arousal. “You want me to eat you out? My tongue's good for more than just kissing…"

Masha replied with a short chuckle. “Maybe after," she replied, right before rocking backward and spreading her legs wide. Mark got a nice, long look at her slick snatch, surrounded by luxurious fur that he'd just love to bury his face in. The matron bear curled one digit in a beckoning gesture, giving the human all the invitation he needed to spring up onto his knees and pounce on top of her.

It was like leaping headfirst into a giant, fluffy teddy bear, albeit one with a serious rack. His face landed right between her breasts, sandwiched in the massive orbs of fat and fur, and his dick just barely missed her nethers. Without looking up, he quickly guided his tip to her silky folds, then promptly slid all the way in without a second's hesitation, letting the wet embrace of her pussy slide all the way down his shaft. “Mmmmm," she moaned, “Ty takoy zhe bol'shoy, kak Tolya,"

First, Mark took a moment to get adequately adjusted, getting his knees in place, and wrapping his arms around Masha's belly. He could feel her put one paw on the back of his head and one on his rump, pressing him even deeper into her soft yet muscular body. Then, the human took a second to simply appreciate the situation, from the pulsing organ wrapped around his cock, to the feel of her silky fur, to the musky scent that was invading his nostrils. He could tell Masha enjoyed having him this close, this wrapped up in her body and her fur and her smell. And finally, once the blissful shock had worn off, he began to move, backing his hips up before plunging back into her wet depths. He could hear Masha gasp as it began, and those gasps quickly turned into moans as he began jackhammering back and forth.

The air was filled by the rough, wet slapping of his wild lovemaking, the tiny squeaks of the van drowned out by slurping and squishing and primal groaning. “Takaya svirepost!" Masha gasped, “Neudivitel'no, chto Yana tak sil'no tebya lyubit… takaya energichnost v takoy glupoy oprave!"

Mark's only reply was the shlp-thp-shlap-shplt of his dick ravaging her nether regions. Amidst the tight, ribbed walls, he could feel Masha's g-spot rubbing against his tip with each thrust, and the wild moaning and roaring escaping her lips told him he was hitting it just right. “Oh, Masha," he sighed into her furry cleavage, “Fuck you're tight… goddamn…"

“Vot i vse, trakhni menya sil'neye! O, sila molodosti…" She'd given up helping his hips, and instead wrapped her arms around his torso and crushed him against her chest. It almost felt like Mark was getting smothered, the furry cleavage pressed to his face like some lewd pillow, but he had just enough air to keep on humping. The whole van was filled by the thp-shlp-thap of his mad rutting; had someone been standing outside the cave, they might have heard it over the howling wind.

“Masha… fuck…" Despite his primordial savagery, Mark's stamina was beginning to fray just a bit, worn down by Masha's tight nethers. They were gripping him like a squishy vice, pulling him back in every time he tried to escape, trying to coax out his load as quickly as possible. “Not sure how long… how long I'll last…"

His voice hardly made it out of her muffling cleavage, however, and even if it had, Masha was too enraptured in her own pleasure to care. “O, chert, ya sobirayus konchit," she howled, “Prodolzhay… pochti… aaaaAAAAAHHH!" All of a sudden, her wound-up muscles finally released, writhing in ecstasy as pleasure flooded her nerves. Her muff clenched even tighter, her arms crushed twice as hard, and her legs suddenly crossed behind Mark's hips to push him in deep. It was like she was trying to merge his body with hers, and although the human didn't have much room to move, he couldn't help but loose his pent up load into her body.

“Fuck… cumming!" Right as he started to climax, Masha's muscular legs clamped down on his waist, forcing him balls-deep while her pussy convulsed. He emptied spurt after spurt into her nethers, letting her tight canal milk him for all he was worth while he held on for dear life, clinging to her massive body and pressing his face ever deeper into her tits. For something her size, she was so damn tight, and having her limbs wrapped around him only made it more intense. By the time Mark stopped blasting rope into her, he almost felt like a bit of his soul had been chipped away, and he simply relaxed into the massive bear's cozy fur.

Masha seemed quite fine with this arrangement, even with his cock still planted firmly inside her. Her arms went from crushing to gently hugging, and one paw began tenderly stroking his hair like he was a faithful dog. “Khoroshaya rabota, krolik," she cooed, “Idi i otdokhni."

The two of them laid there for a moment as Mark caught his breath, but as the post-coital haze wore off, the human realized his dick was still rock-hard. As soon as he tried to start moving his hips again, however, Masha suddenly rolled him back over onto his back, straddling his hips with his cock still inside her. “No, we do something different," she seductively purred, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. “Let us see how hard I rock this suka."

Mark's heart began to thud even faster in his chest, partly out of arousal and partly out of fear. He could only hazard a guess as to the amount of force her hips could bring to bear, but as Masha started to bounce, her human plaything realized he was about to learn firsthand. Her wide hips lifted up until just his tip was nestled in her folds, clenching all the way to make Mark moan, then slammed down hard enough to creak the van's rusty suspension. Had he been sitting on concrete, she might've easily broken his pelvis, but luckily the mattress beneath him provided just enough cushioning. Then, in the blink of an eye, she'd lifted herself up again, only to come crashing down onto his member.

It took a minute to get used to the sheer force of her fucking, how each motion rocked the entire van around them, how her snatch clamped so tight around his cock, how his hips felt driven into the ground. The pained squeaking of the van's suspension filled the air, ineffectually protesting as Masha sent it bouncing. An outside observer would have been assaulted by the metal's cries, and the wild rocking of the van itself might've convinced them it was possessed.

Creek-a creek-a creek-a creek-a creek.

Mark, however, was able to tune out the noise, mostly by focusing on Masha's primal cries and bouncing tits. The former dripped with arousal even though Mark didn't understand a single word, and the latter… well, watching her massive melons swaying was simply mesmerizing. It didn't take long for her to reach up and cop a feel, firmly squeezing the swaying orbs, but a few moments later, Masha dropped them down right onto his face. “Oh, blyad!" she bellowed, “Sosi moi sis'ki! Laskay ikh tozhe! Chert, ty chertovski tyazhel!"

Creek-a-creek-a-creek-a-creek-a-creek!

Despite her rack's wild jiggling, the human managed to pop one of her rock-hard nipples into his mouth, after which he started sucking on it like a starving babe. His hand began teasing her other teat, and as he fell into the rhythm of her fucking, Masha let out another roar of satisfaction. “Blyaaaaad! Pey moye moloko, malen'kiy krolik! Ty chertovski khorosh!"

Creekacreekacreekacreekacreek!

Had the massive bear not been pinning him down, Mark would've been bounced around the van like a rubber ball in a tumble dryer. Masha was putting every ounce of strength she had into humping his dick, getting even more intense as she barrelled toward a second orgasm. Although she seemed to love having her nipples sucked, she suddenly sat up straight and grabbed the handlebars up on the walls, using the extra leverage to force herself up and down even harder. Mark, meanwhile, clapped his hands on her massive rump, letting him feel the fat and muscle of her gorgeous ass bounce and jiggle. “Tak blizko! Podozhdi malen'kogo krolika, ya konchu!"

CREEKACREEKACREEK-A-CREEK A CREEEEEK!

Masha shoved herself down one last time, forcing Mark's manhood balls-deep into her clenching nethers and crushing the human's pelvis beneath her bulk. As her warm, wet pussy squeezed harder than Mark thought possible, she let out an apocalyptic roar of orgasmic ecstasy, something that might have been taken as a symbol of the end times in earlier ages. Partly due to pleasure, partly due to pressure, and partly due to fear-induced adrenaline, Mark instantly came, squirting spurt after spurt of his seed into the matron bear's womb. His hands squeezed her rump as his hips feebly bucked upward, trying to get him as deep as possible into the bear's cozy muff. His own cry of bliss was drowned out by hers, but it didn't lessen the surging pleasure coursing through his nerves, and by the time his balls had been milked dry, he felt both satisfied and exhausted.

After both of their explosive orgasms died down to smoldering contentment, silence reigned for a moment, right before Masha flopped down on top of her human lover with one final creak. His wilting erection slipped free of her nethers, causing his gooey seed to leak out, and her furry body laid up on top of him like a cozy rug. Naturally, his face wound up buried between her breasts, allowing her to tenderly kiss the top of his head like only a mother could. “Not bad, krolik… not bad. How you feel now that you get full meal?"

Mark was in no shape to respond, partly because his face was buried in her cleavage, but mostly because he was thoroughly worn out. Having two powerful orgasms in a row had drained his stamina, and now that adrenaline wasn't filling his veins, he realized his hips were beginning to hurt. He tried to offer a reply, but Masha quickly realized her human lover was a bit out of it.

“Shhhh, krolik," she cooed, “Prosto rasslab'sya… otdokhni nemnogo." The massive bear gently rolled onto her back while holding Mark to her chest, winding up with the human on top of her. As much as his reasoning mind wanted him to hurry back to the village, Mark couldn't force himself to get off the soft and comfy bear beneath him.

Alright, just a few minutes, he reasoned to himself, then we get back on the road. He slowly got comfortable, nestling his head between her tits, and before he knew it, he'd fallen into a deep and restful sleep.

When Mark woke, he was still lying atop Masha's furry body, rising and falling with each breath. What little light there was came from the embers of the torch, as well as some moonlight leaking through the cave's mouth. He gradually looked up from her chest to see her snoozing peacefully, and it took him a second to remember their wild rutting from the night before. Just the thought of being pinned down and ruthlessly ridden was enough to bring a twitch to his loins, and as his hands each cupped one massive tit, he silently decided to take care of his morning wood. He quickly grew bolder, kneading and jiggling the massive melons while their owner slept, going so far as to slap them together… but instead of waking up, Masha just stirred a bit. “Eto khorosho, krolik," she murmured, “Ty khoroshiy krolik…" This went on for a few minutes as Mark kept on playing around, causing the massive bear beneath him to quietly moan in her sleep.

Then, before Mark could react, her paw came up behind him and squished his face into her cleavage. Despite being asleep, she still used quite a bit of force, and when the human tried to wiggle free, Masha pressed him even harder into her fur. “Poluchit litso vi sis'kiya… tebya dushu…"

Her lover quickly realized that escape was pointless, but also that he was in prime position for some screwing. His cock was already as stiff as a board, and as he poked around with the tip, he noticed Masha was already wet. Once he started to get lined up, she unconsciously spread her legs, letting him press himself right past her plump pussy lips. “Ooooh," he gasped, “God, you're hot…"

The hot, slimy walls glided along his shaft just as smoothly as when she was awake, clenching reflexively when his tip brushed past her g-spot. It was so damn warm inside, all wrapped around his cock, and he couldn't help but moan as he slowly fucked her snatch. Each thrust sent her watermelon-sized breasts jiggling, and it didn't take long for him to pull his head out of her cleavage to better fondle them. But then, amid his gentle humping, he could feel her begin to stir underneath him, arms lazily reaching up to grasp him. Mark thought about stopping, about pulling out and apologizing, but before he could do anything, she smushed his face back between her tits. “Vy uvereny, chto znayete, kak razbudit zhenshchinu," she sleepily moaned, one paw on the back of his head, the other groping his rear.

Now that Masha was awake, Mark could feel her pushing back against his hips in time with his thrusts, her sheer mass causing the van to creak just a bit. Her paw kept his dick pressed nice and deep, as did her legs once they crossed behind his hips. Before long, he wasn't even doing the fucking; Masha was just rocking him back and forth, pleasuring herself with his erection while keeping him most of the way in. Although she was moving slowly, her silky snatch was still pulsing and squeezing around Mark's cock, and its cozy embrace had already coaxed a bead of precum from his tip. “O, tebe nravitsya," she purred over the squelching, slurping and squeaking, “Kogda ya kontroliruyu tebya, dah?"

Although it still felt amazing, being all wrapped up in her cozy fur and tight pussy, Mark was beginning to hunger for a bit more action. “You mind speeding up a bit?" he whispered back, but he knew the answer before she even replied.

“Hush, krolik… when I creak van, I in charge. Ya prosto khochu posmotret, kak dolgo ty proderzhish'sya, khorosho?" The matron bear kept her pace like a metronome, forcing her human plaything to gently thrust in and out of her. Mark briefly harbored the thought of going all dead fish on her, but he quickly decided it was better to lean into it. With what little power he had, the human began grinding his groin against her clit, and once Masha's hand let up just a bit, he sat up and popped one of her nipples into his mouth. He could feel her subtle change in demeanor as he sucked and rubbed, going from immovable to firm, and as a “reward," she moved his hips just a little faster.

Over the next ten minutes, Mark learned to enjoy the slow, deliberate pace, and it didn't take long for him to find Masha's sweet spot. While she barely managed to whittle down his endurance, he managed to cut through hers like butter, bringing her a series of soft orgasms that happened one after the other. These weren't the roaring, primordial displays he was used to, oh no; these were the subtle, shivering kind, the kind Masha could have five in a row of and not be tired. The first didn't do much to her, but by the seventh, she was panting like an exhausted dog, and her strictness gradually melted away.

When Mark began thrusting a bit more forcefully, Masha only helped him along, and after a good fifteen minutes of teasing, the full force thrusts quickly got him to pop. Right as he began to writhe, Masha pulled him in close, burying his bone in her nethers as he blew another load. “Vot i vse, vypustit vse eto," she quietly moaned, “You earn it, krolik." Her tight nethers squeezed him just right, milking his dick with subtle motions, forcing him to squirt spurt after spurt of hot seed into her body. It felt like the climax lasted for a full minute, and when it finally ended, Masha allowed him a moment to savor the post-coital bliss. However, that moment gradually dragged out into a minute the human lay near-motionless, face buried between the bear's massive tits. “We should head back to camp before sun-up," Masha eventually remarked, “I not want to worry others."

“Just… ten more minutes," Mark sighed. He wasn't ready to part with her furry warmth, even if it was getting a little stuffy in the van. Thankfully, Masha didn't try to get up and move him, allowing him to relax to the tune of her heartbeat, as he rose and fell with her chest.

When he finally felt ready to move, he pulled his cock free with a wet slurping noise, then sat back as Masha got to work cleaning them both off. It didn't take long for her to lick away all the gooey cum and slimy juices, after which she crawled over to the back door and popped it open. Brisk as it was, the chill air helped Mark snap to attention, and he quickly began dressing. Meanwhile, Masha decided to enjoy her nudity a little longer, and as she gracefully stretched herself out, Mark could hear tiny pops and creaks from her joints. “How was it fucking your svekrov?" she asked, bending into a downward dog pose and peering at Mark from between her legs. “You have fun?"

“Oh, yeah… that was amazing." Probably one of the best romps he'd had… the best, if you didn't count all his times with Yana. As his gaze drifted upward to her shapely rump, he could feel his loins stirring once again, but he knew they didn't exactly have the time. “You know, it almost seemed like you were gonna smother me with those things."

“You mean my sis'ki?" Masha stood back up, took a second to twist her torso, then turned back to face Mark. “If I wanted that, I do it back in Yana's trailer."

Although their wild rutting had helped bury the guilt of infidelity, hearing Yana's name brought it right back to the surface. Not only had he gone behind her back, but he'd screwed her mother, who was technically his mother-in-law, adding another layer of guilt to the whole thing. As he sat in silence, half-dressed in his winter clothes, he began to wonder what Yana would think if she found out… what'd she'd do if she knew her little rabbit had gone and screwed her mother. “Masha," he eventually said, “I… I don't think we should do this anymore. If Yana found out, or if the rest of the tribe knew…" Although he tried to dance around his feelings, Masha's concerned gaze brought forth his true intentions. “I just feel like I betrayed her trust, you know? Even if we're only sort of married, and even if I was kind of forced into it… I still feel like it'd break her heart."

After a small sigh, Masha reached around Mark to grab her own bundle of clothes. “Don't think so harshly," she replied, “What we do, it like… kak by vy skazali… friends with benefits. My heart still loyal to Tolya, and yours still loyal to Yana, even if we fuck." As she spoke, she strapped on her breastplate, then draped her sash over her shoulder. “You good in bed, krolik, very good, but I know you go back to her after… so long as you still stay."

“I… I'm glad you think so," Mark eventually sighed, still not convinced of his own innocence.

Masha, however, wasn't about to let him mope. She stepped up in front of the human, then took his chin in one paw, turning his face up to look at her own. “You have good heart, krolik… and good cock. I not make you stay, but if you do, you and Yana make each other very happy." Once his expression brightened a few shades, she suddenly planted a firm kiss on his lips, sending blood rushing to his face in a rosy blush. “Now, you get dressed," she said as she pulled away, “Otherwise, I rape you in van again, and we never get to camp in time." Before Mark could reply, she playfully poked the tip of his nose, then licked the dried sweat from her digit.

Agreeing with her sentiment, the human quickly got the rest of his clothes on, then closed up the van before following Masha back out. Despite the tenebrous conditions, it wasn't that hard to see her red sash as it moved across the snow, especially once his eyes got used to the darkness. The toughest part was the aching of his pelvis, which protested every single step through the knee-deep snow; after getting brutalized by Masha's wild rutting, it likely needed a day or two to recuperate, but Mark trudged on regardless. By the time the faintest rays of sunlight had crept over the horizon, the odd duo had made it into the polar bear camp, and the two of them parted ways for their respective domiciles.

When dawn finally broke into the morning, the hunting party came back, each bear loaded down with fish and seals galore. Yana led the pack with a fresh kill held in a fireman's carry, and after dumping the massive carcass in the snow, she began barking orders at the rest of the group. “Agna, Danila, dostan razdelochnyye nozhi. Belka, Alexi, zavedi koster. Ostal'nyye, nachnite nakaplivat vse eto myaso. Ya khochu, chtoby prazdnik byl gotov cherez chas."

The assembled hunting party quickly broke up, some heading to their cabins for tools, others seeking out wood to start a fire. Only Tolya stayed put, and as Yana looked her father over, she realized his peg leg was starting to bother him. “Ya dumayu, chto uydu na pensiyu," he sighed, “Ya daleko ne takoy bystryy, kak ran'she."

Yana knew he was probably just looking to get nasty with Masha, and she rolled her eyes as she replied, “Preuspevat."

As her father swiftly hobbled back to his wagon, Yana tried to pick out Mark amongst the chaos, and she was surprised to find him sitting on the steps to her own caravan. He had a forlorn look on his face, and his eyes stared blankly into the snow, making it seem like he was in shock. Shocked by what, Yana had no clue, but concern quickly welled up in her chest. “Hey, krolik," she called in greeting, “Things go okay with Masha?"

There was a visible lag between her speaking and him listening, and when he looked up, Yana could swear his expression got even dourer. When she got beside him, the bear took a seat on the steps with him, wrapping one furry arm around his shoulders. The close contact sparked something in him, but it still took a minute before he worked up the nerve to speak. “Could… could we talk in private?" he timidly asked.

“Konechno, let's go inside." Once Mark got to his feet, Yana followed the human inside, closing the door behind them and muting the bustle of the camp. When she turned around, she found Mark sitting on a stool, hood down to reveal the pensive look on his face.

Mark wasn't sure how to tactfully confess to screwing his mother in law, but after a moment, he decided that beating around the bush for a bit was better than saying it right off the bat. “Do you think the tribe accepts me?" he asked, “I mean, sometimes it seems like they want me gone, like those guys from yesterday…"

“It not their place to decide," Yana firmly replied, “Only I, Masha, or Tolya decide if you stay or go, and we will not make you leave."

As much as he wanted to be comforted, doubt still pierced Mark's heart like an icy dagger. “Well, if anyone is going to make me leave, I don't think it'll be you."

His ominous tone further stoked Yana's worry. “What do you mean?"

“I… I don't mean any offense, but… I don't exactly fit in here. Every adult in this village can bench press an I-beam, chase down a rabbit on foot, or shoot a squirrel at thirty yards, and I… I barely passed freshman PE. Everyone else can go out into the snow naked, but if I'm not wearing three different layers, I'll die of hypothermia in minutes. I'm just not built for the cold, or hunting, or the arctic in general."

Yana had dreaded the time when her little rabbit got homesick, but she knew it had to come all the same. Mark was right, he wasn't made to survive sub-zero winters, and although she hated to admit it, she could understand how he felt. To make matters worse, she knew the outside world would eventually come looking for him in some form or another… it always did. “Look… Mark… I see how you feel, I do. I want you to stay, but if you wish to leave, then I will not stop you." She paused for a moment, debating on whether or not a cautionary word would be appropriate… on the one hand, it might seem like she was trying to scare him into submission, but on the other, he had a right to know what was out there. “If you do go," she eventually added, “Know that our tribe is not only tribe. Others exist, and they may find you."

Mark was both curious and more than a little worried. “Other tribes? You mean other bands of polar bears? Are they anything like you?"

“Niet, krolik, not bears. They tigers and leopards, made by same program that made us… I think they about 160 kilometrov away, up in mountains."

It was hard to believe, but after a moment's consideration, he realized it wasn't all that far-fetched. The Soviets had somehow made ultra-strong polar bears without America finding out, so they could probably make tigers and leopards too. “So these tigers and leopards, they're like you? I mean, do they walk on two legs and talk?"

“Dah."

“Were they used the same as you? Did the soviets send them after rebel states?"

“Dah, but with different tactics. The leopards about sneaking and scouting, while tigers about killing quiet. They work with us on missions, soften up targets before we barge in." Mark was about to ask another question, but Yana was able to answer it before he spoke. “They rebel with us, flee into arctic too."

“And do you have regular contact with them?"

Yana's expression was beginning to sag as her nerves got ever so slightly frayed. “Not regular, no. They like seclusion, to hide from Amerika and other zapadnyye strany. Last time we met was five years ago, during bad snowstorm." In the interest of stemming the tide of questions, Yana decided to put a bit of effort into recanting the encounter. “They use snowstorm to move unseen, down from mountains to camp. When they arrive, they greeted us as old friends, and we spend all month eating, drinking, and fucking." A small smile crossed her lips at the fond memory. “There one tiger, by name of Artyom… he think he biggest and baddest, but I disagree, so we put strength to test. We wrestle, we drink, and after I win, we fuck like animals. He was good, tried to beat me, but he was no match in sack."

Although the story made Mark a tad uncomfortable, it was nothing when compared to the cold shiver he felt upon seeing Yana's face light up in revelation. As if sparked by her own story, her eyes looked him over, and her nose briefly sniffed the air before she beckoned him over. “Come, Mark," she said, voice strangely cold as she curled one digit.

Not willing to disobey, Mark quickly stood and paced over, at which point she grabbed his head like a football and turned his face to meet hers. Her paws were almost big enough to surround his head, and although her grip wasn't painful, it was as sturdy as a hydraulic press. Yana looked him in the eye for what felt like a full minute, her gaze piercing past his face to peruse his thoughts, after which she closed her eyes and deeply inhaled. When they opened again, they shone with steely determination, which matched the tone of her voice as she asked a straightforward question: “Have you been fucking my mother?"

Oh… shit. Mark could feel his heart sink like a lead brick as panic flooded his nerves. She knew, and god knows what this angry polar bear would do to him as payback. He tried to move away, but she held his head fast, and trying to move her arms was like trying to move a marble statue. There was no way he was getting out of this alive, or at least that's what his most basic instincts told him. “Yana, what… what are you talking about?"

“Have you been fucking my mother?" Yana's voice was as cold as the snow outside, almost as if she intended to pop Mark's head off like a bottle cap. “Do not lie, Mark… I smell fear clear as day, I hear your heart beat faster and faster. Lying to chief is grave crime, will only make things worse."

Even though every fiber of his being was telling him to run away, to fight ineffectually against her iron grip, anything to save his life… his guilt gradually convinced him to tell the truth. Maybe he deserved whatever punishment she was going to give him, and maybe, just maybe, his candor would wind up sparing his life. With tears welling in his eyes, he simply nodded as best he could, searching her gaze for any sign of mercy.

In a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, Yana stared deep into his eyes, holding him still while she decided his fate. Then, all of a sudden, she released his head, letting him look around for the first time in what felt like an hour. She paced over to the foot of her bed and sat down on the springy mattress, then said, “Come here, krolik," as she patted the spot beside her.

Not wanting to ruin this sudden act of mercy, he hurried over, and once he sat beside her, Yana looked over with understanding in her eyes. “I knew she would test you," she sighed, “I knew she wanted to try chelovek for herself. I hope you had fun with her… I hear she real beast in bed."

Mark was a bit taken aback by the conversational left turn, although it was rather nice not having to worry about getting killed for infidelity. “You… you're not mad?" he hesitantly asked, curiosity overcoming caution for a moment.

“No, I know you faithful." She paused for a moment before remembering the human's cultural ignorance. “When two woman mate one man, they having contest to see who he likes more, and they try to marry him. Masha has husband already, however, so I know she just using you for fun. She done same to few others, and no one bats eye."

Well, at least infidelity wasn't all that taboo here… although that didn't completely smother the guilt that Mark felt. “So… what am I to you? Your husband?"

Yana's thoughtful demeanor quickly melted into her old, predatory self, her eyes lighting up with primal lust. “Yes, you my husband," she purred, “And that means you have obligation to please me." She suddenly flipped over to straddle Mark's lap, then took off her top to reveal her massive furry jugs, causing Mark's nethers to twitch with arousal.

“Why'd I have to ask?" the human sighed, right before Yana pushed him to the bed with a sloppy kiss. Despite all his layers, his clothes practically flew off of him, leaving him naked and ready for action.

A few minutes later, in the elder trailer beside Yana's, Masha stepped up to the window and peered out at her daughter's bouncing wagon. The thing was moving like it was possessed, screeching on its suspension, and she could barely hear the wild cries from inside. Before long, her husband came up right behind her, smoothly planting a kiss on her neck as his paws began kneading her chest. “<So, was I right?>" he asked in Russian, “<Was that scrawny little human a good fit for our girl?>"

“<Only time will tell,>" Masha replied, quietly sighing as Tolya rubbed her nipples. “<I don't think he'll be staying much longer, and if he does, I don't know if he'll be all that comfortable here.>" As one of her husband's paws reached down between her legs, she spread her stance a bit, letting him gently rub her clit with an amorous sigh. “<I'm more concerned about the other tribes. If they hear we took a human in and married him to our daughter…>"

Her husband was beginning to get hard again, “<Well, we'll let them meet him and convince them he's not a threat. I mean, the kid's made of toothpicks and paper, one look at him and they'll realize he's harmless.>"

“<But what if- mmmm… what if he leaves and tells the rest of the world about us? I know the other tribes aren't too keen about getting found out.>"

Tolya let out a small chuckle. “<If he does, who'd believe him? Who'd be willing to go searching through the arctic for a tribe of walking, talking tigers that probably don't exist? The humans hate it here, and if they did find out, it'd probably just become another folktale about that place they never go to.>"

“<But… gahhhh… what if the Americans come for us? What if they try to make us fight for them?>"

“<They're not gonna waste time coming after us… and even if they did, we'd fight them off just like we did with the Soviets. No one's stupid enough to wage war on a fairy tale, not while we've got the snow on our side.>"

Masha let out a heavy sigh, deciding that the rock-hard dick poking her cheeks was more important than arguing. “<I suppose you're right,>" she said, “<No point in worrying over something we have no control over.>" Then, she pushed her rump back toward Tolya, and her husband took the hint to find a seat on a stool. Once he'd sat down, she brought her shapely ass over and plunged his cock into her nethers with a soft squelch, then began bouncing along on the throbbing organ at her own pace. She couldn't help wondering just what her daughter was up to, and just how much horny polar bear the human could take in a single day.

Meanwhile, over in Yana's trailer, Mark was getting ridden for all he was worth. After a brief appetizer, she'd had him lying on the edge of the bed, and by the time he looked up, her ass was already hanging over his groin. The human got to watch as Yana lined up his cock with her vulva, then sat down hard, engulfing his manhood in warm, wet goodness. He couldn't help but let out a gasp at how tight she was, and that gasp quickly turned into a moan as her ass began bouncing up and down. “Holy fuck you're tight," he groaned, teeth clenched as Yana's pussy squeezed him like a vice.

Masha looked over her shoulder with a frisky grin splitting her muzzle. Her little human plaything was going mad with pleasure, squirming as she bounced on his cock. “Tighter than mama, eh, krolik?"

“Ooooh, fuck yeah." His hands quickly clapped to her furry cheeks, letting him feel her ass jiggle and bounce as it slammed into his pelvis. At this break-neck pace, he wasn't gonna last much longer, but he still tried his best to hold on. Yana wouldn't be satisfied by just this, not by a longshot, and he quietly prayed that the adrenaline would help him ignore his brutalized pelvis. “Mrrrgh… god, you're thick… bet you could-gahh… kill someone with that ass."

“Oh, I could," the bear purred, “I just sit on face, press pussy on mouth, and let you squirm. Maybe I do that later… smother you for cheating." She could tell she'd scared her little rabbit, but it was the good kind of scared, the kind that made his heart pound harder while his skin stank of arousal. It even helped push him toward the second orgasm of the morning, but after a few minutes of jackhammering, she decided to keep him on the hook. “Ah ah ah," she purred, suddenly slamming down to take his whole length, “Yeshche niet, krolik, yeshche niet."

After the sudden change in pace, the bear began grinding her furry groin against Mark's, keeping his member fully engulfed in her warm, cozy snatch. A pitiful whimper passed his lips as the teasing continued, forcing him nearer and nearer to a climax, but the lessened friction prevented him from finishing. Yana seemed to know just how much he could take, and the bear slowed her movements to keep him going. Despite the warmth of her body tenderly squeezing his cock, it didn't take long for the pressure to fade, and after a minute of soaking, Mark felt ready for another round.

His massive lover quickly noticed and swiftly stood up, causing his manhood to slip free of her with a pronounced slurping. A little bridge of gooey fluid hung between their parts for a moment, but Yana broke it by whirling around and pouncing on the human. Almost immediately, he began wrestling against her furry mass, but he didn't make an inch of headway until she decided to flip over. Once on top, Mark crawled forward to give his wife a kiss on the lips, then moved back to kiss her clavicle, maneuvering his erection back toward her loins. “You ready for more?" he panted, moving far enough back that his face was lined up with Yana's cleavage.

In turn, the bear hugged his body to her furry belly with one paw while stroking his head with the other. “Dah, krolik… but you?"

“Oh, I'm just getting started." As if to emphasize his point, Mark thrust into her with lightning speed, quickly picking up the pace until he was jackhammering into her. His powerful thrusts managed to force a few pitiful squeaks from the van's suspension, and his rapid movements managed to hit Yana's g-spot just right. “Did ya miss your little rabbit?" he purred over her spirited moans, “Did you miss getting fucked nice and hard?"

“Oh chert voz'mi, dah!" the bear screamed in reply, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his face into her cleavage. “Churn me up, toshchiy malen'kiy zver!" As fun as being in control was, she couldn't deny the pleasure she was having letting him run rampant like this… between his cock hitting her g-spot and his groin grinding against her clit, she was well on her way to an orgasm, spurred even further as Mark pulled back and latched onto her tit with his mouth. “Bol'she, bol'she!" she roared, “Fuck me like you fucked mama!"

Mark did his best to comply, thrusting ever harder into his big, furry wife. She was clenching down quite a bit, her legs helping his hips thrust nice and deep, and it wasn't hard to feel her body tensing up. He poured what strength he had left into getting her off, pounding her silky snatch and groping her tits, all to the sound of her primal cries. Even though her tight muff was driving him toward the edge, each slimy squelch seemed to push her twice as far, and it only took a few more minutes to finish her off.

“Dah, blyaaaat!" Upon reaching her limit, Yana clamped down on Mark like a furry vice; her paws forced his head back between her tits, her legs pushed him balls-deep into her loins, and her pussy pulsed and squeezed with almost painful intensity. She shivered and shook as she held on for dear life, forgetting for a moment Mark's fragile frame, and only when the surging pleasure faded did she realize he was taping her shoulder.

It was fun being squished between her massive globes for a little while, but when her paw pressed his mouth and nose flush to her musky fur, his brain began screaming at him for fresh air. Just as he was starting to feel a tad faint, Yana let him up, and he hastily breathed in a lungful of fresh air that didn't smell like a horny polar bear.

“You okay, krolik?" Yana hesitantly asked, her voice tinged with regret.

“Fine, just… I'm fine," Mark said in between lungfuls of air, quickly trying to pick back up where he'd left off. However, between his fatigued muscles, sore hips, and starving lungs, he wasn't able to do much, and he felt a sense of relief as Yana rolled him back under her.

“You just relax," she cooed, dismounting his hips to adjust his legs. “You earn little break." The polar bear lifted his legs, bringing his knees close to his chest, then spread his thighs and pulled his dick through the gap. He was left in a prime position to be mounted, and that's just what Yana did, straddling his thighs before popping his cock right back into her loins. “I show you how hard I rock wagon… and I make you cum."

“Well, don't wait on my accou-oooohh!" Without warning, Yana started bouncing on his cock, thrusting against his hips with all her considerable strength. The creaking of the suspension drowned out the squelching and slapping of her pussy, and the slick friction of her nethers helped take his mind off his aching pelvis. It seemed the bear was pulling out all the stops, hammering up and down while her paws gripped his thighs like a hydraulic press, forcing him to moan from the sheer intensity of it all. To top it all off, her wild thrusting had her tits bouncing and slapping into each other. “Ahhhh, god," Mark half-consciously moaned, “I love you, Yana…"

His voice came in between exhilarated panting, but Yana's ears still picked it up. “Say again," she grunted, still maintaining her previous pace.

This time, Mark gathered enough breath to speak semi-clearly, despite the pleasurable friction. “I love you, Yana."

The bear's face split in a devilish grin. “Louder, krolik."

“I love you, Yana!"

Her thrusting only got more intense. “Louder!"

“I LOVE you!"

“LOUDER!"

“I LOVE YOU, YANA!"

“SCREAM LIKE YOU CALLING FOR HELP!"

At the top of his lungs, rivaling even Masha's wild cries, Mark screamed his response. “OH GOD, I LOOOOVE YOUUUU YAAAANAAAA!"

“AND I LOVE YOU MARK, YOU KRASIVYY LYUBYASHCHIY KROLIK!" Her primal roar shook the entire wagon, reverberating out into the snow so that everyone in the village could hear it. She channeled her ferocity into her wild thrusting, and her sheer presence pushed Mark to the edge. “NOW CUM, KROLIK, GIVE ME YOUR LOVE!"

After a half-hour of wild rutting, Mark was more than ready to blow his load, and he gladly let his pent up pleasure burst forth. “I'M… CUMMING!"

Once sticky seed started spurting from his manhood, Yana slowed her pace just enough to avoid overwhelming his senses. She kept on bouncing, milking spurt after spurt from his throbbing cock, forcing the scrawny human to shoot his jizz into her womb. It filled her up and spilled out the sides, coating both fur and skin in a mixture of fluids, and as his body shuddered with bliss, she didn't hesitate to take him balls-deep. “Vot i vse," she cooed, “Pust eto vse… razvodit menya, kak khoroshiy malen'kiy krolik."

Mark was happy to oblige, but as his body wound down from his powerful climax, he decided he didn't agree with Yana's comforting tone. Even though he was panting heavily, even though he felt his balls had been utterly emptied, the human's burning desire to please his wife gave him a potent second wind. “Oh, we're not done yet," he growled as she pulled his cock out of her, “I still haven't had my fill."

Although a tad concerned for the human's well-being, Yana couldn't help admire his enthusiasm. “Oh-ho," she snarked as she hopped off the bed, “We not?"

“Nope!" With adrenaline surging through his veins, Mark leaped up after Yana, then half-tackled her back toward the window. His meager might wasn't nearly enough to actually move her, but the bear let him lead her until she wound up pressed against the wall. It didn't take long to figure out what Mark intended to do, and while the human buried his face between her tits once again, she got herself propped up on sturdy dressers on either side of her.

Despite her sheer weight, Yana was able to easily lift herself up with her arms, leaving her bulky legs free to wrap around Mark's waist and pull him closer. It took a little maneuvering, but she managed to get just the right amount of height to let him thrust into her; seconds later, the human got his tip between her folds, and he began fucking her like a randy hound. “Ooh, eto prekrasno," she moaned, “Krasivo i slozhno!" His wild thrusting wound up hitting her sweet spot, and his head kept her jiggling tits entertained… right up until Mark heard a familiar noise through the window.

It sounded like one of Yana's feral cries, but deeper, and it brought forth memories of being tormented at night. After pulling his face out from between her bouncing melons, Mark peeked under her elbow and through the window, suddenly locking eyes with Masha. The matron bear was over in her own rocking wagon, riding her husband while still facing the window, and as soon as she spotted Mark, her ferocious riding only intensified. Although the human's eyes were drawn to her bouncing rack, he managed to notice the primal hunger in her eyes, and Mark took it as a challenge.

Though he could already feel his strength fraying, he thrust harder and harder into Yana, letting her strong legs help him along while she held herself up. As if fearing his sheer willpower, the springs below him began to creak and strain, somehow managing to rival Masha's wild rutting… but squeaking springs weren't the only front he was fighting on. Even through the wall, he could hear both Masha and Tolya moaning their hearts out, and he wasn't about to let an old married couple outdo him. “Moan for me, Yana!" he growled, “Moan and show how much you love me!"

The polar bear found this sudden ferocity arousing, and she had absolutely no qualms about bellowing her praises. “Ohh, blyad!" she roared, “Vint menya sil'neye! Sil'neye!"

Mark turned away from the window a moment to give Yana all his attention, burying his face in her soft, furry melons while his cock pounded her hot, slippery snatch. Her soft fur pressed all around him, keeping his whole body nice and toasty as he ravaged her snatch. “Fuck yeah!" he shouted in reply, “You're so fucking tight!" The wild noise stretched his voice to the limit, but he could tell it reached all the way to Masha's wagon. He could still hear the matron moaning, but Yana was quick to drown her mother out.

“Bol'she! BOL'SHE! Razorvite moyu kisku na kusochki i dayte mne svoikh detey!" She was able to hold herself up with her arms effortlessly, allowing her to fully enjoy his wild thrusting. Every so often, he would pull his head from her cleavage and look through the window, intently eyeing something while he shouted like a madman. Yana swiftly realized her mother was whipping him into a frenzy, and she was happy to join his lurid crusade against her. “Chert, TAKOY BOL'SHOY! Ty bol'she chelovek, chem kto-libo yeshche!"

Creek-a-creek-a-creek-a-creek-a-creek!

“Gaahhhh, FUCK! Keep squeezing! You're fucking AMAZING, and I love you so fucking MUCH!" What little reasoning Mark still retained was smothered by a primal need to breed, driven by his lover's wild cries and cozy body. Even if Yana hadn't been holding herself up, he would've been able to carry her, and his hips kept thrusting like a machine, pounding into Yana's pulsing nethers to rub her in all the right ways. His mouth latched onto her tit like a leech, wildly sucking as his hips went wild, and the bear quickly found herself enraptured in pleasure.

“Mrrrrrgh… ahhhh, krolik! Keep going! Don't stop!" She never thought his small frame could apply so much force, but here he was, jackhammering into her nethers while holding half her weight. “Chert voz'mi, ty takoy SIL'NYY!" She could feel the pressure building in her loins, and judging by how rough Mark was going, she wouldn't last more than a few minutes more.

Creekacreekacreekacreekacreek!

Amid their wild rutting, Mark watched triumphantly as Masha and her husband finished each other off, causing their roaring to subside to a dull murmur. The matron bear met his eyes with what seemed like pride, and judging by the way she slowly stood up, he'd won this round… but he still had a job to do. Without the outside distraction, his rabid rutting kicked up to eleven, and he focused all his strength into getting Yana off. He could feel himself building to a climax too, but it was apparent his wife was gonna pop first. As Yana orgasmed, her legs clamped around Mark's waist like a vice, pulling him into her fur while she let out an earth-shaking roar. “Krolik… ya sibir… BLYAAAAD!" With her warm pussy convulsing and her soft tits jiggling, Mark was swift to follow along, and as he did, he let out an almost inhuman roar of wild ecstasy.

CREEKACREEKACREEK-A-CREEK A CREEEEEK!

His hips jammed him balls deep, his face squished into her cleavage, and his tip began pumping her nethers full of sticky goo, fulfilling his body's primal urge to copulate. Even though she was a polar bear, his brain still flooded his body with endorphins, silently rewarding him as he emptied his balls. It took what felt like half a minute for his powerful spurts to stop, and once he pulled out, his seed began dripping back out of her body.

The lengthy surge of strength lasted just long enough for him to get back to the bed, and as soon as he flopped back onto the mattress, all his exertions finally caught up with him. His pelvis ached, his muscles were sore, and it felt like his lungs were on fire, almost as if his body had been worn down to the bone. “Huh, hah, Yana," he eventually panted, “I- huh, huh, haah… I love you."

Although Yana wasn't as utterly devastated as her lover, she empathized with the human's exhaustion, and she was beginning to feel a bit of fatigue herself. “I love you too," she purred, “I never knew you had such strength…" She paced over to a shelf and grabbed a waterskin, then headed back over to the bed.

“Huh… well, guess it was just the heat of the moment… haah, thanks." Mark took the waterskin and drained it in a few desperate gulps, which helped a bit, but he was still in no shape to move. Yana flopped down on the bed beside him, and although warmth and fur wouldn't help him cool down, he scooted over beside her. He reached for her paw, and she took his hand, gently squeezing it as a sign of reassurance. “You were pretty great too," he eventually sighed, “Sure put Masha to shame."

Yana grinned. “Good… don't want you sneaking off at night for better pizda."

After turning to look at her, Mark mustered the strength to climb on top of her, letting himself rise and fall with her massive breaths. Her body's natural rhythm helped calm his panting, getting him to breathe slower and slower. “Oh, I don't think I'll be running off any time soon," he sighed, “I just love you too damn much." With that, he buried his face back into her bosom, breathing in her scent with each deep breath.

In turn, the bear hugged him close to her belly, letting him enjoy her soft fur for a moment. However, she knew the day had only just begun, and even if Mark wanted to stay in bed all day, she had her chiefly duties to attend to. “Don't get too uyutnyy," she cooed, “We still have feast to prepare."

“Mrrrrrgh…" Despite his halfhearted protest, Mark didn't have a problem with helping out after catching his breath… the human knew he'd always have a spot by Yana's side, and he loved every second he was with her. Thoughts of a lifelong commitment swirled in the back of his mind, but after such wild excitement, he was far too focused on the here and now to notice.

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