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“Sil'neye, slozhneye! Trakhni menya, kak viy eto imeyete ve vidu, stad!"

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“O, da! Bol'she! Bol'she! Trakhni menya, kak budto ty menya nenavidish!"

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Mark had been putting up with the same bullshit for almost an hour, the same creaky suspension, the same passionate Slavic shouting, the same noises that had been keeping him from sleep for the past two weeks. Yana didn't seem to notice, however; the big bear was lightly snoring soundly underneath the human, letting him rest on top of her furry bulk while she draped her muscular arm over his back. Maybe she was used to the sound of her parents fucking like rabbits…

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“Okh, blin, da! Prodolzhay! Ya khochu, chtoby eta amerikanskaya shpionskaya suka slyshala nas vsyu noch naprolet!"

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As a last-ditch effort, Mark stuck his head between Yana's furry breasts and pressed them to either side of his head, trying his damndest to keep out that goddamn creaking. With soft tits against his ears, it was slightly less grating, but it was still there, like a gnat buzzing in his ear. “God fucking damnit!" he screamed into Yana's fluffy chest, “Can't they give it a fucking rest?"

“Ty dumayesh' on smotrit? EY, AMERIKANSKAYA SHPIONKA, YA TEBYA VIZHU!"

“Grrrrrrrrr…" They were doing this on purpose, they had to be. He knew enough to recognize being called amerikansky, and he also knew that momma bear had a hard-on for making him miserable after catching him being a peeping tom. He wasn't sure if it got on his nerves more or less because of it being intentional, but either way, it was still irritating as hell.

“Ey, bud milym! Derzhu pari, on delayet nashu doch- mrrrrrrg… ochen schastlivoy."

To his surprise, living with the polar bear tribe had been surprisingly pleasant. Most of the time, he either had his winter gear or the safety of the wagon to keep him warm, and Yana always provided good company when she was home. They'd brought back most of the stuff from his van, which was now lying about the wagon intermixed with Yana's belongings. Most important of those things was his camera, his outlet converter set, and his spare SD cards; the wagons all had Russian-style power outlets, and with the free charging, he'd managed to fill a card with pictures of the polar bear tribe's daily activities. It would probably make him famous when he got back to the states… if he ever got back to the states…

However, right then, the thought of going home was on the back burner, and the primary thought on his mind was whether or not to suit up and tell Yana's mom to knock it off. On the one hand, it would be nice to sleep in peace for once, but on the other, Yana's mom could quite literally snap him in half. Decisions, decisions…

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“YA, KONCHAYU! Konchayu! Ahhhhh, blyad!" He finally recognized the sound of the bears finishing up, and relaxed against Yana with a sigh of relief. Finally, it was over… he could sleep in peace and get- “Davay, poydem dvoye na dvoikh!"

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Mark let out a bestial growl, then pressed his face into Yana's chest fur and screamed, “Goddamnit!"

The human didn't know when he finally fell asleep, all he knew was that it wasn't enough. He was roused from slumber by a firm shake on the shoulder, followed by a familiar gruff voice saying, “Wake up, krolik, we have chore."

“Mrrrrrrgh… I don't wanna do chores." Mark curled up into a ball, disappointed that his giant fluffy teddy bear was gone. “Just… five more minutes."

“No, krolik, we go now!" Yana grabbed him by the arm and firmly hauled him to his feet, after which he simply flopped back onto the mattress. The second time, the bear scooped him up and roughly shook him, scattering any thoughts of sleep from his mind. “Look, zanudnyy, you put on coat, or I throw you in snow."

“Fine, fine, just… give me a minute." Yana released him from the bearhug, and he slowly began the arduous task of getting geared up for the snow. There was his underwear, his t-shirt, his sweatpants, his sweater, his socks, his snow pants, his scarf, his gloves, his coat, and finally, his heavy snow boots. “There, you happy?"

“Da." While Mark had been getting suited up, Yana had taken all of thirty seconds to put her own clothes on, and once he was ready to go, she grabbed her scrap-greatsword before heading out into the snow. Mark quickly followed her out and closed the door behind them, and once they were out in the snow, the human was greeted by the sight of a bustling village. Polar bears of various statures went about their daily chores, curing meat or carrying wood, and none of them looked twice at the human stomping through the snow. Yana first went over to another of the wagons where a pair of bears were building simple spears, and once she'd grabbed the shortest one they had, she came back over and tossed it to her mate. “We go on hunting trip," she said, “Get meat for tribe."

Mark nervously clutched his spear as he tried to imagine what that would entail. Would it be ice fishing? He'd tried that once… didn't really end well, though. “Don't you have designated hunters?" he asked, “I mean, the chief shouldn't have to kill her own food, right?"

Yana chuckled at the human's naivety, slightly shaking her head. “Da, krolik, but I want to see what you do." As they walked up toward the gate, the bear exchanged a few words with the guard, who quickly deactivated the gate's massive spike trap. “We hunt lion of sea," she continued, “It not too hard… maybe you hunt for once, eh?" She nudged him playfully, chuckling as they stepped out into the barren tundra, but Mark's mind was more concerned than excited. Didn't sea lions weigh almost a ton? How were they going to get it back to camp? Was Yana just going to carry it?

“So… how do you hunt sea lions?" the human asked, “Do you dive for them, or…"

“No, you cut hole in ice, then stab it when it comes up. Is easy, even you could do it." They continued on for about ten minutes, finally emerging onto what looked like a thick sheet of blue ice. Mark was a bit hesitant to step on it, but Yana was not; the big polar bear just strode out like she'd done this a thousand times before, which, Mark realized, she probably had. While her human mate cautiously inched his way across the ice, Yana brutishly stabbed down into the ice with her sword, sending a spider web of cracks radiating out from where she'd stabbed. Mark watched in horror as she continued to stab at the ground, each blow landing with practiced precision; to the human's surprise, by the time Yana stopped, there was a large chunk of ice just waiting to be pulled out, and the bear didn't hesitate to use her sword to lever it up. “Come, krolik," she said once she saw Mark was standing back, “Is total safety."

Mark, however, quickly decided on keeping his distance. He wasn't sure what the next step in the hunting process was, but out of all the things he could think of, stripping naked was last on the list. He watched with a mixture of confusion, surprise, and arousal as Yana stripped off her clothing; it took a while for him to realize she was doing it for camouflage's sake, mainly because his eyes were fixated on her plump, furry ass cheeks. After undressing, she took up a position with her sword raised point-down, becoming as still as a statue poised to strike.

For the first two minutes, the human mimicked her stony stillness, but he quickly grew tired of standing stiff as a board. The next eight minutes passed with him just standing casually, scuffing the ice with his boots as he waited for something to happen. Yana was still as ever, barely moving a muscle as she waited for… something. As ten minutes stretched into fifteen, he began to wonder if anything was going to happen at all, and he sat down onto the frigid ice to wait it out. Maybe he should just go back to camp, he thought… or perhaps he should talk to Yana, ask what she was doing. Maybe-SHANK!

The hunt was over before Mark even knew what happened. In a split second, Yana had driven her sword downward into something below the ice, something that the human couldn't even see. He watched with confusion as Yana reached down into the water, then pulled something up from the depths with her massive strength; it turned out to be a massive, 8-foot sea lion, and as she laid it out onto the ice, Mark saw it still had her sword buried two-thirds of the way into her skull. The human sat in utter shock as Yana pulled the sword back out of its head like it was the most normal thing in the world, wiped the blade clean on the sea lion's fur, then turned to beckon him closer. “Come, krolik," she said, “Mne nuzhna tvoya pomoshch."

After beckoning him a couple more times, Mark finally took the hint, standing to his feet and walking over to Yana's kill. The beast looked even more impressive up close, easily weighing a literal ton, and he was more than a little shocked when Yana said, “Now pick it up."

“What…" Mark looked from the massive sea lion, to his own skinny arms, to Yana, then back to the sea lion. “I… I can't pick that up!"

“Try."

Mark just stared at her, dumbfounded. “Yana, there's no way I can lift that, it's gotta weigh at least two thousand pounds, and-"

“Try." Yana gazed at him with steely resolve, almost like a mother trying to push her child to greatness. “You are not lodyr, no?"

“No…"

“Then try."

“Okay… sure." The human let out a long sigh, trying to psyche himself up for this impossible task. He walked over to the sea lion, dug his gloved hands under its blubbery corpse, and… “Hrrrrrgh!" With all his strength, he only managed to push it a few inches over before his might failed him. After taking a breather, he tried grabbing hold of a flipper and pulling it, earning the same ineffectual result. His next thought was to try the head, but the stream of blood and brains flowing from its head deterred him from that approach, so he instead ran around and tried yanking on its tail. He actually managed to move it a few centimeters before he lost his grip, causing him to fall flat on his ass with a loud thud. “Yana, I can't," he panted as he got to his feet, “It's… god, I can't even move it. How the hell are we gonna get it back to camp?"

“Easy." After Yana put all her clothes back on, Mark watched in amazement as she stepped one leg over the sea lion, grabbed it around the neck, and hauled it up over her shoulder. From there, she swung it around into a fireman's carry, then began trotting off back in the direction of the camp. “Come, krolik," she said, “Grab sword and follow."

The human quickly picked up the sword, which was almost too heavy for him to lift, and began plodding along behind the polar bear. From behind, he could see the blood leaking out from the sea lion's head, staining both the ice and her pristine white fur. It was then that Mark began wondering what kind of woman he was sort of married to: sure, she was a massive, super-strong polar bear, but the casual ease with which she'd slaughtered an enormous sea lion stuck a dissonant chord in his heart. Had she killed before? Well, obviously… how else would she eat in this frozen wasteland? That in turn, brought up the question of how he'd ever survive out here… hell, if it weren't for the grace of the polar bear tribe, he wouldn't have survived a day. Then again, if it hadn't been for them, he'd probably be back home now, looking over his photos and- “Ey, krolik, how much kilogram can you carry?"

“Uh, well…" Mark knew he could deadlift about a hundred and seventy pounds from his brief forays into the gym, but he wasn't all too sure what the conversion rates were. “Maybe… sixty?"

“Sixty?" Yana let out a loud chuckle. “You funny, krolik."

The human didn't take kindly to being laughed at, and although he dreaded what she might say, he still replied, “How much can you carry?"

“Trista pyat'desyat… three-fifty, easy." She casually adjusted her grip on the sea lion as if emphasizing the point, then added, “I see why you amerikanskiy do not hunt. I guess I have to hunt for you, da?"

“Yeah…" The rest of the walk back to camp was reasonably quiet, allowing Mark to contemplate his situation a bit more. He was basically a pet, now that he thought about it; the human needed someone to get him food and keep him safe, and he couldn't do a whole lot around the house. All he was good for was affection and keeping the bed warm… but then again, being Yana's sex toy/pet hadn't been all that bad. The polar bear quickly got him through the gate, and once they were inside the village, several polar bears rushed up and took the bear from Yana, carrying it over to what looked like an open-air butcher shop. Mark expected Yana to leave them to it and lead him back to her cabin, but instead, she grabbed her sword from him and murmured, “Stay out of trouble," before heading off to help butcher the carcass. With one swing of her greatsword, she chopped off the beast's head, after which she grabbed a knife from a rack and began the process of gutting it.

A few minutes afterward, some other polar bears began setting up what looked like a bonfire, stacking up thick logs into a pyramid-shaped pyre. Despite his missing leg, Yana's father was helping too, hauling bunches of bunches of branches that looked far too heavy for any human to carry. The thought of helping crossed Mark's mind, but after a quick look at the logs, he realized he wouldn't be able to do much. He also thought about aiding Yana, but quickly dismissed the idea as soon as he saw the amount of blood coating everyone and everything in the shop. With little to do, and Yana's command of “Stay out of trouble" ringing in his mind, he just took a seat on the steps of one of the wagons, then settled in to watch the bears work.

There was something beautiful in the way Yana carried herself, he thought after watching for fifteen minutes. True, she used her sword like a butcher's cleaver, and crimson blood stained her white fur up to the elbows, but she still maintained a sense of grace despite her size… or maybe it was all in her figure. Mark's eyes lingered hungrily on her sizeable rear, reminiscing about all the times he'd pounded her into oblivion… and all the times that fluffy polar bear tush had almost smothered him. Despite the gory spectacle, he could feel himself getting slightly stiff in the pants, and he'd just begun subtly rubbing his groin when a careful footstep crunched in the snow behind him.

“EY, IZVRASHCHENNAYA SUKA!" The shouted exclamation made Mark almost crap his pants, and he whirled around to see Yana's mother Masha glaring at him not two feet away. The older polar bear was even more gigantic than his sort-of wife, and although she had a bit more fat on her, he guessed she could still snap him in half. “Sdelayte sebya poleznym," she continued once she had his attention, “Otnesite etikh ryb ke ognyu." She then kicked something toward Mark, and it was then that he noticed the massive basket of fish lying on the ground.

The human looked back up at the bear with fear in his eyes, not sure what she wanted from him. “I don't understand," he whimpered, “Do you want me to take these somewhere?"

Masha let out an exasperated sigh, then replied, “Vy. Pereyekhat. Ryby. Tam." She pointed to him, then to the fish, then to the bonfire that the other bears had just lit up.

“Okay…" Mark finally understood, but he quickly realized that the basket was probably a bit heavy for him and that Yana had said to stay put. “I'm sorry, but Yana told me to stay here… couldn't you take it?"

The older bear's eyes gleamed with rage, and with two broad steps, she was right in front of him. She then made a show of cracking her knuckles and neck, showing off her massive muscles while demonstrating the sound Mark's bones would make if he didn't hop to it. “Peremeshchay tekh ryb," she viciously growled, “Ty lenivyy malen'kiy amerikanskiy izvrashchenets!"

“Okay, okay, I'll take the damn fish!" Mark hurriedly grabbed the basket, and although it took quite a bit of effort to pick up, he was able to pick it up and stagger over to the fire before dropping it to the ground. One of the other polar bears came up with a bundle of sticks, then sat down and began skewering each of the fish in turn, leaving Mark with nothing to do once again. He looked back over his shoulder to see Masha still glaring at him, and after a moment's thought, he decided the best person to talk to about the whole mother-in-law situation was the chief herself.

He wandered over to where Yana was directing some of the other bears, and as soon as she saw him approaching, she gave one last command before turning to face him. “Ah, krolik," she said with a grin on her face, “Chto proishodit?"

“Well, I wanted to talk about Masha," the human began, “She's been a bit… ah… standoffish."

Yana could see the fearful expression on Mark's features but still cracked a small smile. “Do not worry, krolik, she just get to know you. She still try to protect everyone in tribe, and that mean she take while to trust." The big polar bear put a paw on Mark's shoulder, squeezing gently, then added, “Just relax, you smell like fear."

The human thought for a moment before fully realizing what Yana had said. “Wait, what? You can… smell that I'm afraid?"

“Everyone can, krolik, ty pakhnesh kak malen'kaya suka!" Yana chuckled at her own joke, accompanied by a few sniggers from the surrounding bears, and Mark was just about to retort when Yana pulled him into a cozy hug. Despite the metallic scent of blood that hung around her, it still felt good to have his cheek pressed against her soft bosom. “You stay on her good side, you be fine," she murmured comfortingly, petting the back of his hooded head with one massive paw. “I make sure of it."

After taking a deep breath of Yana's musky yet calming scent, he pulled back just a bit to look her in the eye. “Is there any work that a krolik could do?" he asked, “I think Masha doesn't like me just hanging around."

“Sure." Yana let him go, then beckoned over a teenage-looking polar bear who was almost the same height as Mark. “Dima," she ordered, “Pokazhi zdes' Marku, kak sdelat neskolko plevkov."

The young bear nodded, then wordlessly beckoned Mark over to where a few other bears were working on what looked like racks or spits. It didn't take long to get the hang of it, and before long, he was putting his nimble human hands to work tying knots and hammering down sticks. The nearby fire helped keep his bare hands from freezing off, and once the time came to actually put meat on the spits, Mark felt rather proud of his handiwork.

The rest of the day passed relatively quickly, with the human either taking on trivial tasks or resting inside Yana's wagon. He had a nice lunch of cooked sea lion which he washed down with a rather funny-tasting tea, after which he had a taste of what Yana called ryazhenka. It tasted like some kind of sweet and creamy caramel, but when Mark asked what it was, she just replied, “You no want to know," with a slight chuckle. The afternoon involved more odd jobs and hanging around, only this time, Marsha made it obvious she was watching him. The fact that she was lifting massive logs and baskets of meat made it somewhat intimidating, but the human could have sworn that her hellish glare had softened just a tad… maybe seeing him working had helped build a bit of trust.

As the sun finally began to set over the camp's icy walls, Mark decided to wind down for a bit in the moderately sized bathhouse. In the very back of the wagons, there was a large sort of portable bathhouse that looked almost like two wagons welded together; it had all the trappings he'd come to expect from the polar bears, but inside it actually looked rather modern. A wooden deck ringed around a 3-foot-deep hot tub, with giant towels hanging on racks for anybody to use. Mark had actually found out about it his first week in the village, but he hadn't worked up the nerve to try it out until now. Thankfully, the pool was empty when he stepped through the door, and once he'd firmly shut it behind him, he began stripping his winter gear off. Once Mark got down to his underwear, he debated keeping them on as makeshift swim trunks, but he ultimately decided to take them off. Who knows, he thought as he stepped into the water, maybe some sexy female polar bears would choose to take a dip.

The water was quite warm for a pool in the middle of the Arctic, and as Mark slid in and sat on one of the benches, he relished the feeling of wet warmth on his bare skin. It was something he hadn't felt for what seemed like years… god, he could hardly remember the last time he'd been in a hot tub. That, in turn, brought back a pang of longing for the comforts of home, of not having to wear three layers whenever he went outside, of being able to buy food at the store instead of butchering it in plain view. The only downside he could think of was that he wouldn't have Yana, but that could easily be fixed by just bringing her with him. What if he did manage to flag down a ship or something, something that could get him out of this hellhole? He'd probably be famous for discovering a whole new sentient race, and if he played his cards right… well, he could become the prime source for polar bear anthropology.

Suddenly, his delusions of grandeur were halted by the sound of the door handle turning, and Mark instinctively covered his crotch with his hands. The door opened to reveal three male polar bears, none of whom seemed to mind Mark's presence. After stepping inside, they all swiftly disrobed before stepping into the water, making no effort to cover themselves. The human was only able to take a few minutes of awkward, naked silence before he clambered out of the water, hastily grabbed a towel and drying himself off. Once he was done, he frantically began throwing on his clothes, trying his best not to put on too much of a show, although it was kind of hard when he was so out in the open. When he finally put everything on, the human hurried out the door into the freezing cold, crunching his way through the thick snow back to Yana's wagon.

When he finally made it back, he savored the cozy warmth within the wagon's walls, and he quickly began the process of undressing yet again. The only light was from the moon, streaming in from the window, but he knew the wagon well enough to get to the bed blindfolded. He could see Yana's massive silhouette stirring, flipping over onto her back with her legs spread, and as he kicked his underwear off, he took it as a lovely invitation. “Sorry I wasn't here earlier," he purred, crawling up onto the bed, “I was just washing off in the bathhouse."

Yana didn't reply, but as he slid on top of her, her furry body moved to accommodate him. Her burly arms slid around his back to tenderly hug him, and as he started teasingly playing with her breasts, he felt her run her long claws through his hair. His cock was somewhat limp, but he could already feel it stiffening; his crotch was grinding up against Yana's, rubbing the soft tip against her silky pussy lips, and it didn't help than her thick legs crossed behind his hips to pull him inward. In the back of his mind, he thought there was something off about how her body felt, how she was a bit too tall and a bit too chubby, but the amorous desire in his mind quickly shoved any doubts aside. He promptly upped the ante by taking one of her large nipples in his mouth, and as he gently suckled, he heard her let out a tiny gasp of pleasure. His other hand began groping her other tit, kneading and squeezing just how he knew the bear liked it, and before long, he had her quietly groaning with pleasure. “O bozhe…" she murmured under her breath, hugging Mark tighter in her muscular arms. She buried her cold, wet snout in her human's hair, gently kissing and licking, which he reciprocated by intensifying his gentle suckling.

This went on for about a minute, after which both their bodies were begging to get to home plate. Mark's dick was stiff as a board, bumping against Yana's groin insistently, and his tip could feel her wet juices leaking out. He had just let go of her nipple when he noticed her sitting up just a bit, and her massive paw reached down to grab his rock-hard erection, stroking it a bit before realizing it was already at full mast. Then, she gently guided it right between her silky vulva, and Mark took the hint to thrust inward.

As her wet snatch fully engulfed his cock, squeezing around it in a hot, slimy embrace, he could hear Yana mutter something under her breath: “Chert voz'mi ty bol'she, chem vyglyadit." Although he didn't understand the words, something seemed off about it, almost like… eh, fuck it, he had better things to do than be paranoid. Mark swiftly began thrusting into Yana, helped along by her thick legs that eagerly pushed him inward. Despite the darkness, he could see the force of his humping ripple up through her body, causing her tits to bounce invitingly and sliding her back and forth just a bit. Her paws were still hugging him tightly, only this time, the claws were digging into his skin just a bit, something that Yana never really did before. Of course, the feeling of her ribbed pussy sliding up and down his cock kept any worries at bay, and on his next lunge forward, he started massaging her massive melons once again.

“Mmmmm… you're so huge," he murmured, “I could just bury my face in your tits all day. So warm and soft…" He punctuated his words by sticking his face between her breasts, relishing the feel of the soft, fluffy flesh against his cheeks. He could feel them jiggle around his head as he jackhammered into her, and after a moment, he began roughly motorboating the massive jugs.

Yana let out a small chuckle, then leaned down to kiss him on the top of his head. “Ty smeshnoy, krolik," she cheerfully whispered, “Prodolzhay tak trakhat menya, ie mne, vozmozhno, pridetsya ostavit tebya."

Mark went on pounding her slick snatch for almost a full minute, after which he felt the bear under him begin to shift her weight. Not a stranger to changing positions, the human thrust balls deep into his partner while hugging her tightly, letting her roll him over onto his back. As she reared up, revealing her silvery silhouette against the moonlight, Mark could swear she was taller than the last few times Yana had ridden him, but his confusion was quickly replaced with pleasure as she began rolling her hips on top of his. Her ribbed insides clenched tight against his member, and although he wasn't pumping in and out of her, her pussy still felt absolutely heavenly. “Ah… that's perfect," Mark moaned, “Keep going like that, and I might finish early…"

“O, ne volnuysya," Yana murmured in reply, “Ty ne konchish rano na moikh chasakh." She slowed down to a teasing pace, putting one paw on her hips as she just barely ground against Mark's crotch. The human let out a small sigh from the toe-curling sensation, but although it was quite enjoyable, he was in the mood for something a bit more intense. He reached up to grab hold of her hips but was somewhat surprised when Yana grabbed his wrists and pinned them down. “Ne toropis, krolik," she playfully scolded, “Yae yeshche ne zakonchil." It was then that he noticed her eyes gleaming a blue hue, winking seductively as he met her gaze. She continued grinding her hips on his for a little while, keeping his dick buried to the hilt while rubbing her clit against his pubes, until at last, she decided to have mercy on him.

It started slow, a little up-and-down motion that made the bed creak and groan, just enough movement to massage Mark's impatient member. The ribbed walls slid back and forth against his sensitive tip, and although he knew he had a little ways to go, he could feel the pleasurable pressure building in his groin. “Ahhhh, that's perfect," he groaned, but Yana hardly seemed content. With bestial vigor, she began slamming herself down harder and harder, her tits bouncing merrily in time with her motions; at first, only the bed was creaking, but as her riding got more viscous, the whole caravan seemed to bounce along to the tune of wet squelching. The vigorous friction was enough to make Mark groan with pleasure, and as his hands began tracing over his lover's curvy hips, she dropped down to put her tits right in his face.

“Tebe nravyatsya moi siski?" she whispered into his ear, “Togda pochemu ya ne zadushu tebya imi." The human had planned to resume sucking on her tits, but his plan was thwarted as she grabbed him around the neck and hugged him close. His face was swiftly buried between the soft, jiggly melons, almost to the point of smothering him, all while the bear's hips were still jackhammering up and down. Through the fur pressed against his ears, Mark could hear stuff sliding around on the shelves, and although he loved this new roughness, the thought of maybe slowing down crossed his mind. Plus, it was getting kind of hard to breathe… he hesitantly poked her arm like a wrestler tapping out, but she wasn't having any of it. “My ostanemsya zdes, poka ty ne konchish dlya menya, malen'kiy chelovek," she whispered seductively in his ear, “Prosto sidi spokoyno i rasslabsya."

Mark took the hint, relaxing and letting the massive polar bear have her way. Through the wet slapping and rusty squeaking, he could feel himself nearing a powerful climax, and letting himself be engulfed in her soft, jiggly mass of fur and muscle only made it better. “Yana, I'm gonna cum!" he moaned into her tits, but it came out more like, “Mmhmph mph mrhrm hrmph!" He didn't think the polar bear heard him, but just as he crossed into the point of no return, she slammed her hips down onto his crotch in one final burst of energy. The sheer force of the motion sent quite a few things bouncing off the shelves behind her, and as her soft vulva pressed against his groin, he could feel her pussy contract around him like a tight fist. He couldn't help but blow his load into her tight, wet insides, letting out a muffled moan of pure pleasure as his hips feebly bucked against hers.

It took a few seconds for him to come down from his orgasmic high, and as he finally did, Yana released his head from between her massive tits. “Rest up, krolik," she whispered with her snout right beside his ear, “I will be back." With those final words, she slid off of his dick and got off the bed, leaving a slight trail from the semen still dripping from between her legs.

Her human lover, however, was a bit confused. “Back? Back from where?" He sat up to see what he thought was his sort-of-wife walking to the door, her silhouette showing off quite the shapely figure.

Once she was at the door, the bear turned and locked eyes with Mark, revealing that same blue gleam from before. “I would love to stay," she whispered, “But I have a husband to fuck. Until later…"

With that, she opened the door and stepped back out into the snow, closing it behind her just before Mark could ask any questions. The human thought about getting up and following her, but it didn't take a genius to realize he'd need to put on all his winter gear first. Plus, his crotch was still slick with a mixture of cum and pussy juice, and he didn't want to soil his underwear… eh, fuck it, Yana could take care of herself. It was then that he noticed all the stuff that had fallen off the shelves, from tribal totems to spare camera batteries… he thought about maybe cleaning some of it up, but since none of it seemed obviously broken, he realized most of it could wait until morning.

Thoughts of what she'd meant by 'I have a husband to fuck' began swirling in his mind, but his attention was quickly captured by his lingering boner. Despite the vigorous pounding he'd just received, Mark almost felt ready for a second round, and his casual stroking slowly gave way to full-on masturbation. Lying back, his mind drifted over all the times he'd seen Yana naked, both in full daylight and in the gloom, and the mental pornography helped keep him stiff all throughout the twenty minutes it took him to cum again. Without much care, Mark simply jizzed onto his own belly, then flopped in a spread-eagle pose as lethargy overtook him. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was the sound of Yana's parents boning like animals, but for some reason, some of the Russian shouting sounded vaguely familiar…

When Mark's eyes flicked open again, it was still very much dark out, and he began to wonder what time it was when he heard the sound of the wagon door swinging open. Something big and bulky walked in and closed the door, and just as he looked up, he listened to the familiar sound of clothes being stripped off. A familiar bulky shape trotted over toward the foot of the bed, then leaned down to gently lick at his abdomen. “Could not wait, eh?" Yana asked after lapping up most of the semen, “I hope you still have juice, krolik, I going to ride you all night long."

Mark's brow furrowed in confusion as the massive polar bear crawled on top of him. “What are you talking about? We just had sex, like, an hour ago."

Yana paused with her groin right above the human's. “Kakaya? I not here since noon…" the big bear leaned down to sniff Mark's face, cracking a small grin. “Krolik, you drink too much wotka?"

“No, I haven't been drinking, you were already here when I got here."

The big bear's expression furrowed in thought, then wound down with a massive sigh. “If you no want to zanimatsya seksom, krolik," she murmured, “Just ask. I not heartless." With that, she slid into bed beside Mark and tenderly pulled him against her belly, wrapping him in her muscular arms and comforting him with her warm fur. “You rest," she whispered into his ear, “We figure this out in morning, da?"

Although thoughts of who the hell he'd just slept with were buzzing through his mind, it wasn't hard to fall asleep in Yana's cozy embrace, and exhaustion quickly took him under yet again. The mystery of Yana's imposter was a mystery for another day, and although he had a good guess as to who it was, he tried to not let it ruin the peace of the night.

The next day started much like any other; Mark woke up, gave Yana's furry rump a good pounding, got dressed, grabbed some breakfast, and waited for his lovely wife. He'd chalked the night's events up to being half-awake, and besides, he didn't want to bother Yana by asking what she was doing. This day, however, instead of just lounging about, Yana offered to take him on a fishing trip. “Is not hard," she said, collecting a couple tools from a storage wagon. “I cut, you put trap. It easy." Among the gear was a series of odd reel systems, a bag of bait, a basket, and what looked like a massive drill with a crank on top. Mark was actually kind of excited to go, despite the things he'd heard about ice fishing, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind until he saw Masha staring at him from across the camp; when her blue eyes met Mark's, he could tell she wasn't glaring at him, and she even winked before turning to do something else. That, in turn, brought up troubling memories from the previous night, and he did his best to smother a burning question in his mind: was it really Yana that he'd had sex with?

The odd pair headed out a fair distance onto the ice, after which Yana began drilling holes with the device she called a “shnek." She showed him how to set up the traps after that, and once they had five holes drilled, they began the laborious process of waiting for fish to bite. Overall, the trip was reasonably successful by the time they broke for lunch: they had the basket about three-fourths full of fish, and Yana complimented her human companion on his skill at trap setting. “Maybe I reward you in wagon, eh?" she jested, although Mark knew she was probably going to screw him silly anyways. While she delivered the fish, he headed back to her wagon and was all set to screw around with his camera when he realized there was an intruder.

Masha was standing in the middle of the wagon with arms crossed gazing down at the puny human with a strange gleam of playfulness. “Privet Mark," she said with a slight grin, “I was hoping to catch you." Mark wasn't sure whether to run for it or stand tall, but after a moment, he opted to do the latter. He closed the door behind him and pulled down his hood, staring Masha down. He wasn't sure what she wanted, or why she suddenly spoke English, but he wasn't about to flee with his tail between his legs. “You know, when you first arrived," the bear continued, “I thought you were going to be a plague." She began slowly pacing toward Mark, each small step causing the wagon to creak. “A chelovek, i amerikanets also. You lazy, you weak, you sovershenno bespolezno." As she got closer, the human began to reconsider running, but then Masha stopped about three feet from him. “But now, I see you not all bad. I apologize."

A plethora of questions swirled through Mark's mind, but the one to come to the surface first just slipped past his lips: “What do you have against humans?" He thought he'd heard the Russian word for human in her first little rant, and that sparked the question of how polar bears knew about humans.

“We were made by your kind," she replied, “Born of mashiny, created as weapon of ehs-ehs-ehs-ehr… what amerikantsov call USSR."

Mark's mind froze for a minute as he tried to process what he'd just heard. “Wait… so the polar bears were all made by communists?" The notion sounded utterly ridiculous, like something you'd read in a 1960's comic book… but what better explanation was there?

“Da. They kept us as animals in cages, fed raw meat and kept naked, only letting us free for fighting. It did not take long for us to kill them with bare paws, i with Moskva so far, we escaped with human tekhnologii." The big bear stepped back and sat down on the bed, patting the other side as an offering to sit down. “Some young ones, Yana in specifically, thought humans were mystical… good luck, even. But I remember krasnaya armiya, and I thought you might control her."

The human hesitantly came over and sat down beside Masha, hoping to maybe get some answers, but right then he had a more pressing concern. “I'm not controlling her," he retorted, “If anything, she's keeping me on a leash."

“Ya znayu, Mark, I know; I let paranoia take hold, and I apologize for that. Yana has will as strong as me, and you bend like grass." A small grin of fond remembrance spread across her face, and she added, “Yana gets strength from me… strength and polovoe vlechenie."

Mark was slightly curious as to what that last thing was, but something more critical popped into his mind. “So you know about the outside world? Could you contact someone to get me out of here?"

“Da, we have several box of radio parts, you may try and make working thing."

His sudden surge of excitement was almost instantly tempered by the thought of what Yana would do if she found him trying to escape. “Will Yana try to stop me?" he asked, “I mean, she's the one who got me in the first place…" Part of him worried she would try to stop him, but a different part just didn't want to leave her behind.

“She may, but she is not your master. All the sex is her way of keeping you loyal; if you say to her, 'I want to leave,' and it is true, she will not stop you."

The two of them sat in silence before an amusing thought crossed his mind. “I take it her libido comes from your side of the family?" he asked with a grin.

“Oh, da, da," Masha replied, “There is nothing better than mating. After Yana was born, Tolya thought I was done with mating, but he was very wrong; the night after, I pinned him down, just about iznasiloval him, but he loved it." Suddenly, the big bear leaped up onto the bed with surprising grace, grabbing a pillow and putting it between her thighs. She then began vigorously humping against it, staring down in it that reminded Mark of the bear who'd fucked him last night. “'O, tebe nravitsya, gryaznyy ublyudok?' I would say, 'Tebe nravitsya trakhat'sya, ne tak lis?'" Then, Masha flipped onto her back, doing a comical impression of a man getting ridden hard, complete with bouncing hips and a hard smack on an imaginary rump. “And then he say, 'Akh da, okh, blyat da, ty chertovski zver!'" Suddenly, her hips bucked into the air in mock male orgasm, after which she flopped onto her back while looking up at Mark.

The human found the whole skit rather funny, and despite the awkwardness of his mother-in-law discussing sex, he let out a small chuckle. “Must've been tiring," he remarked, to which Masha replied with a slight nod.

“After while, as we got old, we had to get help… every so often, when Tolya felt tired, I would get another man from village to mate with. Sometimes Tolya just watched, sometimes he joined in." The big bear then lithely rolled off the bed onto her feet, but instead of walking toward the door, she unexpectedly pounced on top of Mark. The feeble human was terrified, expecting to get his throat torn out or worse, but then he felt Masa's hot breath right against his ear. “If Yana did not keep you, I would gladly keep you as personal toy."

Just as the human was about to reply, the polar bear grabbed his head and pulled him into a sloppy, passionate kiss. He could feel her hips grinding against his own, and her warm tongue forced its way between his lips in a one-sided french kiss. At first, Mark was helpless from the sheer shock of it all, but as the kissing and grinding continued, primal lust got the better of him. He began kissing her back just as roughly, locking lips while groping her sizable rear, but just as he was starting to get into it, she pulled back and teasingly waggled one finger in front of his face. “Yeshche net, krolik" she murmured, “I do not wish to soil daughter's bed again. But, if Yana is not enough for you… well, you know where to find me." The massive bear then slid back off the bed yet again, causing it to almost bounce as the enormous weight was lifted off it. As she turned toward the door, she began straightening out her clothes, and just before she left, she turned around to add, “My door and my bed are always open." With that, she left the wagon, leaving Mark feeling both bewildered and blue-balled.

'Didn't want to soil her daughter's bed again'? Wait, Mark thought, did that mean… oh jeez. The wink before he left on the fishing trip, the all-too-intimate storytelling, the pouncing, the kissing… it all finally clicked in Mark's mind that the bear he'd been boning last night was his mother in law. Now the odd proportions finally made sense… maybe he should tell Yana? No, no, she didn't need to know just yet… he'd let her know when he was ready. However, no matter how hard he tried to suppress his conflicted feelings, he couldn't do anything about the tent in his pants just yet; he thought about just jacking off again, but then realized that Yana would be back soon… maybe he could use her inherited libido to his advantage.

The human disrobed as quickly as he could, then lay back on the bed with thoughts of Masha's jiggly tits and ass swirling through his mind. Yana returned a few minutes later, and although she had a plate of cooked fish, the sight of Mark's stiff erection quickly convinced her lunch could wait. The polar bear chieftain and her mate went at it like animals all through the night, stopping only to wolf down the occasional meal, and by the end of it, Mark felt both exhausted and satisfied. Still, when the incessant squeaking from Masha's wagon picked back up, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to go after the elder bear on her own turf, and his last thoughts before falling completely asleep were of an intergenerational threesome.

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