The Nanuq and the Inuit
The nanuq and the Inuit
A yiffy story by Strega
January 15th, 2006
One day in the spring, before the ice broke but after the seasonal urges struck the polar bears, a young and lonely nanuq was talking to his grandmother. Grandmother Bear was unique; she was a vast, rippling mass of fur and fat, far larger than even the biggest nanuq boars. Stories were told of her predatory activities, stories too outlandish to believe. Among the least of the stories was that she had eaten other bears, brown, white and black; while cannibalism was not unknown, the rumor was she had swallowed these bears alive. That was manifestly impossible, but she was very fat.
The young bear had gone to her for advice, and they talked in the way bears talk.
'Grandmother, I am lonely, and I am too weak to fight for the females yet.' It did not occur to him to ask her to mate; she was too large and imposing.
'There are other ways, grandcub.'
'I know, Grandmother, but I tire of using my own mouth and paws.'
'There is still another way. You are too small yet to fight for a sow, but can you catch a seal pup?'
'Of course, Grandmother.'
The huge old bear smiled and nodded, and her fat cheeks jiggled. 'Then this is what you do....'
*****
Anana, an Inuit lass just turned twenty, was fishing at the edge of the ice when the nanuq came to see her. He padded peaceably over the ice, a dead baby seal in his jaws, and when he saw that she saw him, he paused at a little distance.
Anana gestured, and the polar bear padded closer. She saw that he was young and slender, though still far larger than she; bigger than any three men but too small to win a fight for a nanuq sow. She knew what he wanted, and waited while he put the dead pup down nearby.
Different nanuq had different tastes, the older women told her. Some would stand up, and the woman would find certain parts of them just at her mouth level. Some would push a woman over onto her back and lie atop her, humping forward and down to meet her sex. Anana's mother Onartok liked the bears who would lick her, and would lie with her legs on either side of the bear's muzzle while her own mouth similarly pleased the male bear.
Anana had only been with two other bears, one even younger than this and one grizzled veteran too old to fight for his females. (That was the way of it; strong bears went to their females, but the young and old came to the Inuit with their bribes and needs.) The old bear had been a patient lover; they'd spent the whole night coupling under the aurora, with his furry body warming her and his tongue always busy.
She stood up, undoing her waist tie and the buttons. Icy air crept in as she opened her sealskin pants, but the bear's nose was warm between her thighs. Grabbing his ears, she directed his snout until, clumsy and curious, a wash of purple tongue slid over her sex. Anana moaned and thrust her pelvis into that tongue, and the young bear accommodated her with further licks.
Anana was young and easily excited, and it only took a few laps of the polar bear's tongue until she was ready. The bear, every bit as anxious, was already pawing at her; she fell to her knees and turned around. By the time she was on hands and knees in the snow he'd pushed her sealskin pants down to her knees and stepped forward. Briefly his forepaws hooked over her hips, but he felt her nearly collapse under so much of his weight and promptly put them back on the ice. Without that anchor he seemed unsure how to proceed; Anana gave him a hint by walking slowly backwards on hands and knees until something hot and furless touched her thigh.
The eager nanuq instantly began to thrust, though his maleness merely bumped into her in various places. Anana was forced to reach back and grasp the (hot!) thickness of bear and guide his tip into her. The groaning bear hardly seemed to notice the difference, but his clumsy thrusts sank more and more of his shaft into her, and finally he lurched forward to mount her fully.
Anana gasped as her sex suddenly filled with polar bear; there was still more outside, and the white bear was trying his best to push that in, too. This was a common complaint among the bear-loving women: the clumsier bears were often too eager to realize they could not entirely fit in a woman. Some of the women returned to the village with blood between their thighs, and a few did not return at all - though that was blamed on the rare predatory and unscrupulous bear. It was more likely that a missing woman had disappeared into a bear's belly than that she had been fucked to death.
This young bear wasn't intentionally hurting her, but the thickness and length of purple-black nanuq penis was enough to pain Anana. The jabbing tip unpleasantly deformed her inmost parts, and only by tilting her pelvis downward - so that the awkward angle made it impossible for the bear to use his full length - gave her any relief. That was enough that she began to enjoy the mating; she pushed her shoulders upward into the shaggy and fragrant bearfur and moaned in time to his growls.
It was over surprisingly quickly. The anxious bear thrust no more than two dozen times before he shuddered and roared. Anana felt his belly twitch against her ass, then a heavy pressure inside herself as the nanuq's spasming muscles forced his penis in to the limit. The weight crushing down from above flattened her to the snow, but briefly, for no sooner did his muscles lock than bear seed spurted into her. Over and over came the gush of hot seed, filling what bits of her his rampant maleness did not and escaping through the pussy-seal to drip down her thighs.
With a satiated grunt the nanuq climbed off her. He gave her wet sex a lick, then lay down in the snow to pant. Anana did up her sealskin pants, unfulfilled and disappointed. The bear had not been a good lover.
He was young, though. If the elder bear she'd mated with could lie with her all night, a young bear should be good for more than one coupling. Anana pushed impatiently at his shoulder, then harder as he ignored her. Eventually he rolled over, blinking at her curiously all the while. He did not move as she crawled onto his chest, but he pawed at her curiously as she once again undid her waist tie and opened the otter-bone buttons. Her insides were still moist with nanuq seed when she opened her thighs for his muzzle; at first he just stared past her rump at her, but she knocked her heel into his skull until he bent his nose down and began to lick.
She could have straddled his neck so he had little choice but to lick her, but then she couldn't have done what she did then. Stretched out on his chest, murmuring her need as his long tongue felt its way deeper, she reached down and gripped his sheath. Nanuq sheaths are half sunk into the belly fur, but there was enough to grip and rub. Before a minute went by his shaft began to poke out, and she rewarded the polar bear for his tongue by wrapping her lips around a hot purple-black thickness. As more emerged, she took off her mittens and grabbed his shaft, not so much to pump it as to keep it from freezing. Less of her was exposed; his muzzle burrowed into the opening of her pants and his hot breath countered the chill air.
As his tongue slithered deeper she began to moan again, and this time her need was satisfied: he kept licking until it was her turn to shudder and spasm. He did not complain when her knees gripped his giant head and her sex thrust down against his nose; he just kept licking until she reached down and stopped him. The presence of his tongue in her was impossible to tolerate in the wake of her climax. She lay lazily on his chest and sucked until nanuq seed exploded into her mouth.
She took her time swallowing that sticky mass, and all the while she contemplated the fishing pole and seal pup lying nearby. The pup easily met her food-gathering quota for the day, which meant there was no particular reason she couldn't lie here against warm bear fur and do whatever came to mind.
The nanuq, for his part, gave silent thanks to Grandmother Bear, and when the woman signaled him with her hands he happily rolled on top of her again. No doubt a nanuq sow would be a much more satisfying mate; he had to control his every movement lest he break his fragile little lover.
Lacking a sow, though, she was more than adequate. He straddled her, feeling her little hands in his fur, and with a hoarse growl he began to hump.
*****
It was evening when Anana returned to her village. Older, experienced women noted the lack of fish and the seal pup she dragged behind her. They greeted her with knowing smiles. When she reached her lodge, her mother grasped the situation at once.
'You were the bear's wife today,' the gray-haired dame said with no hint of accusation.
'Yes, mother, and it was good.'
Onartok smiled, and mother and daughter talked about bear meat - not the sort that southern hunters eat, but the sort their clan's women (and a few of its men) enjoyed.
*****
It was sundown when the nanuq returned to Grandmother Bear. She knew before he spoke what had happened.
'You lay with the woman,' she drawled, stroking his back with a huge fat paw.
'Yes, Grandmother,' he said, too tired to elaborate.
'Did you eat her afterward?' Suddenly the paw was heavy on his back.
'What? No! We just mated...three, four times. Then she took the seal and left.'
'Good.' The paw relaxed its grip, and he tried not to notice how she licked saliva from her lips. 'The peace between our peoples will last better if we follow that rule.'
The young nanuq shivered as he padded away. The stories were true, then; if he had broken Grandmother's unspoken rule, he would have gone into her stomach. There would be no sweet Inuit flesh in his belly anytime soon.
That did not mean he could not make use of the small, hairless, skin-clad creatures, though. Tomorrow he would hunt seal again, and afterward, pup in paw, he would find himself a woman.